America is Cobra Kai

I have been enjoying this little TV series called Cobra Kai. It is a sequal to the Karate Kid Movies. They had the bright idea to have the actual stars of the eighties classic movie reprise their roles. You remember. Cobra Kai were the bullies and little Karate Kid with the aid of a mysterious Jap gardener beat them down.  

Why do I say America is Cobra Kai. Well you see this show flips the script from the movie. The bad guy in the movie Johnny is the conservative figure. He calls his kids pussies and has no tolerance for the current fads and bullshit of political correctness. The Karate Kid guy is the liberal who is all about  kumbaya bullshit and was a hero in the first movie. This show makes Johnny the hero. He is the guy we  root for. A blue collar rough around the edges Trump deplorable. That's why I am enjoying this show.

The new series is pretty cool. Lots of eighties references that I love. Check it out

Nowhere to run to baby!

Mama M asked where everyone was in the comments the past few days. I know where I was.

I was copying most of my posts. I am not confident that they will not be wiped out by the Internet companies who are destroying free speech in America. They will hunt you down and report you to have your content banned. I advise anyone who posted something that told the truth to copy it before it is erased.

The patriots in America are like the Warriors from Coney. We are traveling and all the gangs are against us and trying to hunt us down. Not the Baseball Furies or the Lizzies. Instead it is the Fake news media, the professors in the colleges, Facebook, Instagram, Twitter. The animals in BLM. The communists in the Democratic party. Right now they are drunk with power and spiking the ball.

I share ed's optimism that we will win out in the end. Or at least secede from the government in a meaningful way. But it will take time.

In the meantime we have no where to run to. No where to hide. They are coming.

It's started.

Like it or not, it's already begun.

Kyle Rittenhouse killed 2 men and wounded one more, albeit in self defense, after being set upon during a Lefty riot.

Fake News tells us 6 died during the whatever at the Capitol; this includes one cop who committed suicide yesterday. Supposedly, one of the other cops died at the station house, which brings it down to 4. 

We know Ashli Babbitt was murdered, but the circumstances of the other 2 civilians are still murky.

That civil war people are going on about has started. I think the more Pelosi Galore takes the bit in her teeth, the worse things get. Right now, she's running the government and it doesn't matter what happens next Wednesday, she'll still be calling the shots.

The lying dogfaced pony soldier and the Ho were no more than window dressing and will be for the near future.

One party rule and a looney, vindictive, alcoholic, corrupt old hag is the Red (literally) Queen.

Scott Rasmussen says 40% think the election was stolen. More like 80% and that probably doesn't include the Democrats, Whigs, and assorted Libertarians, NeverTrumpers and other salon Socialists and closet Communists who see themselves as running the country for the next 1000 years because of it.

Don't know how this all turns out, but I think it's gonna be a very bad scene. If the Left was scared to death Wednesday, they ain't seen nothin' yet.

There's something happening here
But what it is ain't exactly clear
There's a man with a gun over there
Telling me I got to beware

I think it's time we stop
Children, what's that sound?
Everybody look, what's going down?

There's battle lines being drawn
Nobody's right if everybody's wrong
Young people speaking their minds
Getting so much resistance from behind

It's time we stop
Hey, what's that sound?
Everybody look, what's going down?

What a field day for the heat
A million people in the street
Singing songs and they carrying signs 
Mostly say, "Hooray for our side" 

It's time we stop
Hey, what's that sound?
Everybody look, what's going down?

Paranoia strikes deep
Into your life it will creep
It starts when you're always afraid
Step out of line, the men come and take you away

We better stop
Hey, what's that sound?
Everybody look, what's going down?

Burn this whole town down

I don't care about momma's house.

One More Point

(Oh, no, not another lost lunch hour)

The Lefties are crowing that, if they hound Trump to his grave, the ideas he espoused will die with him.

This is what they never get. If you look at all the Commie totalitarians, they all had to develop a cult of the personality. "L'etat, c'est moi", as Louis XIV put it. The Fascisti had to do it , too - Fuhrer, Duce, Caudillo. As I said yesterday, they've been doing it for 2000 years.

As one Hollyweirdo once put it, "We're just waiting for someone we can fall in love with".

Donald Trump is a colorful character and knew how to expose the enemies of this country, but it was his message and the fact he kept his promises that made us love him.

The idea is the same, from Ronald Reagan to Sarah Palin to Donald Trump, America. Freedom. The idea Americans bend their knee to no man.

It's why we get stronger all the time. The Lefties think it's all in the packaging and finding the next celebrity politician. Apparently, they know the ideas don't work.

We know the American idea does. We saw them work for 4 years and, if you're old enough, we saw them work under a guy named Reagan, and earlier, Eisenhower.

That's why, I think, we will win. Their ideas don't work. Ours do.

Well, here we are.

This will offend some and please others, I'm sure. I held off saying anything until we heard and saw more.

The complete betrayal of the American people, it's Constitution, its laws, and the freedoms for which so many sacrificed so much is obvious. The people can only trust only themselves.

The courts are dead. Congress is dead. Many states are under tyrannical rule in violation of the Constitution and its inalienable rights. This will get worse before it gets better.

Even some on Trump's cabinet, it's rumored, are planning a 25th Amendment presentation to Congress. We'll see about that one. Some say there were a million people in DC today. The idiots want 5 million by the weekend, I can't think of a better way to do it (after all, we're all sick of lockdown, right?). As many have noted, Trump always showed the world his enemies' true colors.

The Left got where it is by violence since 1966, not to mention vote fraud, corruption, blackmail, defamation, and every other low ruse imaginable.

The Bowser responsible for the shooting death of the young woman doubtless wants to be a wheel in her party. I think she'll go nowhere because she created a martyr and martyrs are always bad news for tyrants since somebody thought it would be a swell idea to hang one from a cross because it would kill his movement.

To quote Winnie Churchill at the conclusion of the North African campaign, "Now this was not the end. It is not even the beginning of the end. But it is, perhaps, the end of the beginning". I don't think it ends here any more than it did when they ran Sarah Palin from public life or when they belittled Ronald Reagan.

This where we resist in every way we can. Don't refer to Joe and the Ho as anything having to do with the Presidency. Show no respect for Congress or the Judiciary. Show no respect and resist in every way you can the harassments visited on us by the Feds. Do anything you can to fight the arbitrary breach of our rights in your state, even if it's refusing to wear a mask (only 2 people in my world wear a mask - the Lone Ranger and Zorro) when you go to the bathroom in a restaurant. 

The Lefties are talking political re-education camps and I don't doubt they mean it. Frankly, I think the young woman killed today is only the first. Kyle Rittenhouse shot in self-defense. Capitol cops shot a woman because she was wrapped in an American flag on the floor of the Senate (and remind people of all the Code Pink and other Lefties invading the Senate).

We have a demented fool who has a grudge against all the smart guys who looked down on him all his life coming into the White House unless there's a miracle. And, after him, a fake everything who's a bigger fool than he is, so it's going to get ugly, I think.

Not exactly Edmund Burke or Heinrich Heine. As you can tell, I've had a lot to chew today. 

A couple of things to remember. Those people inside the Capitol (our guys) had every right to be there. That whole or abridging the freedom of speech, or of the press; or the right of the people peaceably to assemble, and to petition the government for a redress of grievances thingy. The Bowser who runs DC wanted trouble. She got it. I think the Reds will find a quiet place for her like they did for Philby (if she's lucky).

This happened because, at every turn, corrupt politicians and equally corrupt others who support them denied the people their right to redress of grievances. I saw an old political cartoon about how the Southern Pacific Railroad dictated the economies of the southwestern states along their route (next time they run the pilot for The Big Valley, give it a watch; it's a lot more real than you think) and was captioned, "When Will This Ass Kick?". You saw the first one today. I think more will be coming.

The Lefties tried to bury the story of a stolen election. Now they can't avoid it. The pollsters tell us 40% think the election was stolen. That's going to go way up, assuming it's true (do you?).

It took 800 years for Spain to rid itself of the Moslems. This may not be as long, but it will surely try men's souls.

The NeverTrumpers aren't as happy as you'd think tonight. The trolls are out, but it's mostly trying to convince Trumplicans they lost today. We didn't. They did.

And, hey, that vid where Trump was asked if he'd leave if he lost has not been disowned by him. Be cool if he stayed.

There's a great piece by the Eminent Mr Surber on the day's doings that may give you a lift.

I've done a lot of commenting today, which I'm sure puts me right at the top of somebody's re-education camp list, and, if I disappear into the night and fog, think well of me.

People will do what people do.

What's the problem

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They have insurance.

Burn Baby Burn

It’s time to burn it all down!

Turn out the lights, the party's over

The Love Boat

 "Why won't you come up with me to the Lido Deck? We can play a game. I am the foremost game show host in America. We can play the Match Genitals Game or Win Lose or Suck. It will be groovy baby."

"I am sorry Bert but I am in love with Ricardo and he is going to whip my later with his riding crop made of rich Corinthian leather."

"Oh yeah well later for you bitch. You were the sixth best Charlie's Angel and the fiftieth best Bond Girl. You are so stupid you probably won't even known when you are dead. I am going to look for Betty White. She always puts out."

Stop staring at my tits

 

"Look stop staring at my tits!"
"My eyes are up here!"
"Cut that shit out."
"Screw it. I am taking my mattress and I am leaving. Asshole!"

On Clearing Out, Holding On, and Moving Ahead

 Last night I opened one of the last of the unpacked boxes from our move in 2018. It was filled with books previously boxed and stored in the basement of the old house since the late 90's.  At that time, I hadn’t known what to do with them; and I still don’t, which is why they and the U-Haul box containing the Minolta slide projector with carousel trays and cartons of slides from my mom's house are among the last of the moved items to be addressed. 

Truth be told, I’ve been feeling the proverbial ball in my own life dropping and have recently taken to watching episodes of “Hoarders” for the motivation needed to focus on the release of more unused and unneeded items from our life and home.  Just after the election, we received the sad news of the death of a 62 year old sister of a sister-in-law after learning she'd been two weeks on a ventilator in ICU fighting Covid.  Since then, my awareness of the deep loss her family is experiencing has been running alongside my own fear of departing in a similar manner.  And that's started me down the track of considering what else I might want or need to address before slowly shuffling off or suddenly taking leave.

The opened box held my collection of the twenty-one Travis McGee mystery-suspense novels (mostly in paperback) written by J.D MacDonald, along with other favorite books from that era.  With them was the black-edged January 1987 Memorial edition of JDM Bibliophile Number 39, and an attached clipping from the Dec 30,1986, Detroit Free Press entitled, “Gumshoe McGee Made Millions for MacDonald”, in which the death of MacDonald on Dec 28,1986, was announced in print.  The books, the magazine and the clipping had all yellowed with age.  The magazine content appeared to have been put together on a manual typewriter and copied.  And the following, on page 5, submitted by Jim Fuller, from an article in the Jan 25,1987 edition of the Minneapolis STAR and TRIBUNE, revealed an style of writing and thought that’s also changed over the years to the point of passing away.   

It is, truth to tell, a rather selfish thing that I and the rest of the MacDonald fans feel.  His death means we won’t be able to lose ourselves in new Travis McGee adventures; we won’t have the pleasure of seeing ourselves in a new Travis McGee adventure; we won’t have the pleasure of seeing how advancing age and maturity changes McGee, even as it changes us.  Worse, we won’t have the pleasure of anticipating the next book.  It is saddening to think that we can’t pause every now and then and count the months since the last McGee appeared, calculate the probable time until the next is available. 

We read the other books--there were 77 of them by the most common count--but it is McGee and his brilliant, sympathetic friend Meyer who commanded our attention and loyalty. There are 21 McGee books.

McGee:  A man who took his “retirement” in pieces, who lived on a houseboat won in a poker game, who got involved in wild and dangerous situations and frequently got hurt but was never put down for the count.  He got involved with women, but he was not a rake; the women he bedded were women he respected and cared for, and they were as intelligent, and most were as strong at the core, as McGee.  He was a profoundly loyal man.  He also felt and accepted the sadness that comes to people who care deeply about nature and good people and odd concepts such as honor and honesty and trust.  He watched the world go awry and did what he could about it, knowing that what he could do was too little to make much difference.  The sadness grew as he aged and matured, and he did both. 

There was much in McGee with which a man could identify--and a woman too, judging by the number of women fans I know.  But, of course, he was better than we are, as heroes must be.  He was stronger, always in better physical shape (though admitting it got harder and harder to stay that way), always tougher and more clever without being too tough or too clever to be liked.  He, too,, was bewildered sometimes, and he had the good sense to envy truly successful marriages and some aspects of the stable family life.  Better yet, he took on the real bastards of this world--the ones we really all detest.  He cut down the arrogant and pompous men of power, the men who perpetrate crimes against nature and humanity under the cover of legitimate business and economic “progress”. 

MacDonald attended three of the country’s most highly reputed business schools and acquired a Harvard MBA.  He spoke through McGee and Meyer, with great authority about the scams created by icy people in grey pinstriped suits.  

We could identify with his concerns and his feelings, his loves and his hatreds.  We could for the hours we spent with his books, live his adventures--adventures we’ll not have ourselves.  And we could take pleasure in the pure craftsmanship with which the stories were told. 

John D. MacDonald was not just a writer of good yarns.  He was not just a spokesman for those of us who are angered and saddened by the way the world is run.  He was just one fine writer. 

I may just hang onto them a while longer.  And let someone else decide their next move. 

Happy New Year's Day

Yeah
All is quiet on New Year's Day
A world in white gets underway
I want to be with you
Be with you, night and day
Nothing changes on New Year's Day
On New Year's Day

I will be with you again
I will be with you again

Under a blood red sky
A crowd has gathered in black and white
Arms entwined, the chosen few
The newspapers says, says
Say it's true, it's true
And we can break through
Though torn in two
We can be one

I, I will begin again
I, I will begin again

A movie to watch tonight......Feast Of The Seven Fishes

A little late but the perfect holiday movie. It was a real nostalgia trip for me. It's all about an Italian family preparing the Feast of the Seven Fishes. They were workers in the coal mines in Penns but it is just like the longshoreman in Brooklyn. It hits all the right notes.

Check it out I know you will like it.