Monday, December 11, 2017

The New Guy


CBS-TV's 60 Minutes presented a segment Sunday evening about Russian elections and the newest daredevil looking forward to an elective death match with Putin (it's a death match because people challenging Putin usually end up in a very bad way).

Yes, candidate Navalny's closet rattles with a few skeletons of his own (embracing fascism in the past, for one), but after what seems an eternity dominated by Putin and his grim associates, such as Medvedev, wouldn't a little change to something else be worth the gamble?  Aren't common Russian folk tired of eating the same old fart-infested political gruel, day after agonizing day?

Obviously, chances that aging dictator Putin will come out the winner loom high for various customary and unsettling reasons, but it's always nice to see somebody challenge a corrupt establishment despite risks.  Formidable risks.  And dude -- don't eat mysterious sandwiches until after the election.  Oh, and avoid gunfire, etc., etc.

Terror in New York City:  This time it's a 27-year-old man from Bangladesh, he having resided in Brooklyn for seven years.  Legally?  Illegally?  Didn't the world and its vaunted rock stars go all teary-eyed over helping Bangladesh years ago?  This is the thanks we get?

Here's where I stand.  Any time, every time a terrorist event occurs, of any magnitude whatsoever when it even suggests injury or death to others, any suspects captured must be tried immediately and if determined guilty sentenced to a quick death sentence.  Following execution, it should be known far and wide that disposal of the body or bodies will, in no way, be allowed a traditional Islamic burial.  Indeed, every effort must be made to assure that "carcass disposal" is accomplished in every possible and humiliating way contrary to Islamic tradition.

Why?  Because there's nothing like publicity to drive a point home, and if the message can make an impression on members of the Islamic garbage dump perhaps some of them will think twice about their eventual destiny if they choose the terror path.  Since reasoning doesn't work with this crew, our options otherwise are few to none.

CNN:   Wow, do you folks get anything right?  If you can't back up your Trump fantasies, why should anybody believe a word you broadcast?  Newspaper journalism is all but dead and the sound bite crowd doesn't care as long as a pleasing voice or pretty TV face delivers their daily dose of dog poop disguised as news.

Saturday, December 9, 2017

Bits and Pieces for December 2017


Wintertime in the Northeastern USA is a delight -- if you're ten, and maybe 16 or 25.  I fall into none of those categories and, as a tip of the hat to my minimally returning Russian readers (former KGB, bread bakers, hackers, whomever) no, I don't think vacationing in Siberia would be my preference, either.

That said, please be aware that blog entries here may slow over the next two or three months because extreme temperatures and I don't function very well together -- and since scientists determined a few years ago that human brains temporarily shrink during winter, you're not likely to get any more coherence out of my thoughts than usual, probably less.  Pretty sad, huh?

Actually, (I hate sentences starting out with that word, yet look at me!), my mental stability may already be changing, as I discovered and find quite interesting some music and music videos by the artist known as Watsky.  His variety of music and I are about as far apart as two strangers can get, but occasionally even an observer of geezer status can appreciate the rare intellect expressed by a young artist.  Maybe I'll wake up tomorrow, this will all be a fantasy, and I'll retreat back to mellow vocalizations from Dean Martin, Peggy Lee, Barry Manilow and Cannibal Corpse.

But here we are, a typical December for me.   As customary, my files are crammed with stories about which I intended to comment, but simply did not have the time to do so as 2018 waited in the shadows to proclaim what's old is old again.

For instance, there's a medical news gem about stents not really doing much to control pain and discomfort suffered by cardiac patients, while other sources convincingly covered fabricated evidence designed to promote the UN's global warming agenda.  In London, acid attacks are on the increase, harpooning residents with fear about going outside any time of the day or night (we hasten to add that acid attacks to the face seem to be popular among the Islamic set -- not that London or its Muslim mayor would know anything about that, of course).

Meanwhile, in another obvious homage to United Nations lunatics who spend every waking moment devising plans to wield immense power and deprive individuals and their governing bodies of influence, warnings erupted about family pets -- dogs and cats especially -- contributing to climate change due to a meat diet.  It's been a very long time since I analyzed cat and dog farts for content, but. . .well, I never actually did that, but apparently if I had the results would be stunning.  What's the solution -- convince your cat that meatless, gluten-free rodents are the way to go?  Can your dog survive on protein shakes and bean burgers?

' course, when I think of dogs and cats I think of tapeworms, and wasn't it fascinating that doctors extracted a huge worm from a North Korean defector who endured a lead shower while escaping a few weeks ago?  Hardly surprising.  Some time ago, I mentioned working at an Air Force base back in the seventies whose hospital lab personnel maintained a mini-museum of specimen jars containing parasitic worms removed from foreign military personnel.  These were primarily pilot trainees from Iran and other nations seldom noted for exemplary medical care -- and apparently diets of horror.  North Korea seems to "take the cake" for bad food hiding under a cloud of mass starvation, if indeed food is the term, and that's one cake nobody should have to swallow.

During the summer, conservative champion Pat Buchanan clicked out a superb and memorable piece about why and how those on the political left are filled with extraordinary hatred, and a better case for who really are the haters and racists can hardly be made.  Visit the Net and look up Buchanan's June 16, 2017 article.

Unfortunately, many of the people who won't read Buchanan's piece are millennials, just determined via a Harvard poll to prefer Democrats two to one over Republicans.  A significant share of blame for the fact that the left still has an ability to hypnotize the ill-informed by way of its overwhelmingly leftist-dominated media goes to Republicans themselves, who whimper and retreat at the mere hint of a Democrat scolding.

We wonder if millennials and those coming after will know or care what's hit them if predictions of European Muslim populations tripling by 2050 prove accurate?

One thing we can take seriously from the United Nations is a dire warning that nature itself is likely to brew drug-resistant bacteria, helped along by toxins and other substances with which humans abundantly saturate the environment and ecosystem.  Hand in hand with this, consequences may already be reflected in another recent news report indicating that antibiotic resistance has already pointed toward a decrease in human life expectancy in terms of, not fractions of a day or week, but by years.  On the bright side:  If you hate your neighbors, maybe it's only a matter of time before you can kiss their asses goodbye.  Then again, on the not-so-bright side. . .

So long humans?  For elephants and other wildlife tortured under our very existence, that wouldn't be a bad deal.  Recent photos of bored youth and adults in India throwing burning balls of tar on elephants just to cause pain and watch them burn are a prime example of why we humans have overstayed our welcome.  A New York Times expose' about the illicit international trade in apes, acquired through beatings and drugs, is another eye-opener.  By the time we perfect artificial intelligence and AI goes on to perfect itself without our help, watch out!

Bloomberg released a very well-researched piece about the Nestle Company and other industries gaining access to community spring water and bottling it for sale at almost no cost whatsoever.  The deeper concern is whether water bottlers deplete forever the resources they extract, and this should certainly be a concern as the world approaches wars for access to clean water on a level similar to earlier wars for oil.  Humans continue to transform a beautiful planet into a toilet, and again we suggest babies are not cute anymore when we examine the total picture.

We note actress Pamela Anderson's comments that women in Hollywood and beyond shouldn't be surprised when they meet men in secluded settings for supposed job interviews and terrible things happen.  We predict Ms. Anderson will not be given a woman of the year award by the feminist community based upon this advice.

Then again, fear can work two ways.  How about the woman professor at the University of California who denounces traditional science, desiring instead to replace it with "a much needed anti-science, antiracist, feminist approach to knowledge. . ." etc., etc. To us, THAT's scarier than Harvey Weinstein in a hotel room.

Our favorite racists, the Southern Poverty Law Center, found time in August to proclaim three large U.S. Army bases willing bastions of the Confederacy because of their monuments and such memorabilia.  Is there possibly a Southern Poverty Psychiatry Center available to take a good close look at these alleged law folk who, according to some sources, have upper echelon leaders making a pretty good buck off this operation?

We assume the SPLC and others of a similar ilk support colleges and universities currently going bonkers over ridding male students of "toxic masculinity?"  Maybe feminist students and faculty incensed over the fact that men even exist at all should become more concerned about a future society dominated by AI in which here won't be many human jobs remaining.  The Guardian has been very clear about this future when AI superiority and job loss will cause quite a dilemma -- and, at long last, nobody can blame toxic masculinity on a robot.

By the way, we loved a story about a prominent geologist who viewed Al Gore's new climate disaster movie and was "appalled" -- no, not the way you think.  He was appalled at what a piece of crap Gore's way under-attended film turned out to be.

The Big Worry:  China's advancement in quantum computing vs. the U.S. which may need to catch up quickly, according to a report offered by McClatchy News.

Iraq appears rather energized about proclaiming the end of ISIS.  Trouble is, Iran has already made great studies into Iraq and other parts of the Middle East, so that's not exactly a paradise in the making.  At least not from a U.S. point of view.

Finally this:  We were much intrigued by a story a few months ago regarding how the human brain seems to actually eat itself if sleep-deprived.  That's an interesting hypothesis but, we ask, can this account for brain dysfunction and silliness in young people and professors who currently take themselves as seriously as death as they spend every WAKING moment attempting to conquer "toxic masculinity?"

We may or may not return before the end of the year, but until and unless, for now we wish our readers who celebrate the season a merry Christmas and a very pleasant new year.  I guess the rest of you are doomed -- but keep reading!

Tuesday, December 5, 2017

ABC-TV, Rat-ings, Brian Ross and the Premature Emasculation Gang



Back in the ancient seventies I wrote a brief article for one of Argosy magazine's Argosy UFO issues in which I compared UFO subject coverage among what were then the three major TV networks -- ABC, CBS and NBC.

Clearly, ABC's interesting and fair reporting won the day, and so it was until cable TV became popular and fostered an ever-altered grab bag of new networks and channels.

In recent years, by the time ABC got around to offering additional UFO "documentary" productions -- consisting essentially of a hack job hosted by Ju Ju Chang and then a rehashed version of Peter Jennings' earlier UFO special repackaged for David Muir -- it became more than obvious that the bus from Sucksville had arrived and unloaded little more than time-fillers in search of ratings at any cost.  Why?

Ratings.  Say it out loud. RATINGS.  Ra-tings.

No, make that rat-ings.  Rat-ings.  I like that one best because one can quickly find the rat in ratings.

Which brings us back to ABC.  And Brian Ross.  And rat-ings.

Brian Ross has a bit of a history on tipping events just a bit, just enough to make matters conservative or Republican appear suspicious or condemned by his own words.  Last week, he was wrong about Flynn and Trump, so wrong in fact that the stock market temporarily tanked and investors lost billions of dollars, we are told.  His profoundly error-drenched reporting did, however, seem to provide performance orgasms for some ladies on The View, who ate up and regurgitated Ross's words like starving rodents on a sinking ship, insistent upon proclaiming "told ya so" just before the final submersion. 

Televised excitement over a lie job.

Poor Brian Ross, instructed, once ABC execs apparently realized that leftist crap-grinding as usual wasn't going to fly this time, to go home without pay for four weeks.  Fired?  Hell no.  He's too valuable because "everybody" knows that Brian Ross exemplifies the highest of journalists' standards at ABC-TV.  In the industry.  Yes, a rare broadcast news icon indeed.

We are in hell.  Hell lives in TV news administered by the Big-Boy networks.  Hell and rat-ings tend to broadcast hand-in-hand these days.

Nevertheless, we see the left crumbling all over the country, with a preponderance of those accused of sex crimes inured with leftist values; politics, Hollywood, recording artists, the whole basket of Democrat deplorables (Hillary was right, except she labeled her basket incorrectly), the gang's all there.  To whom shall the Democrat faithful run as shadows run deep?  To black Lives Matter and other dedicated socialists with mayhem on their minds?  The fetid flower path masquerading as mere protest grows shorter.

As rat-ings and viewership for major TV network news divisions continue to plummet, one shouldn't be too quick to add the TV faces of Brian Ross (crimes against journalism), Dan Rather (the George W. Bush military service fiasco), Charlie Rose (wha. . .???) and Walter Cronkite (Vietnam and UFO reporting) to Mount Rushmore, because one really mustn't emulate emasculators disguised as journalists.  Truth is, I used to have lots of respect for all of these folks.  But that was a long time ago, before I fully realized how the game plays out.

General Michael Flynn:  Fine, let investigations proceed -- but don't we detect, along with all the hoopla, customary leftist hatred for anything or anybody related to the U.S. military?  We currently seem to have the FBI, the Dept. of Justice and Congress all fighting with one another, and we firmly hope that U.S. military readiness remains immune to cultures determined to take military resources down with the rest of the nation. 

A most significant event would occur if the Republicans could empty the government of a large percentage of upper echelon federal employees brought in during the Clinton and Obama administrations, many of whom probably do everything they can to defeat or hold hostage fragments of Trump's agenda for America.  Good luck with that.

Assessing the future:  What future?

Trump's Environment :  We aren't willing to swallow whole the Trump agenda, by the way.  We hope somewhere along the way he realizes that conservatives were also conservationists once, and they should grab that golden ring and hold it close again, particularly where newly open lands and wildlife may be in jeopardy.  For a Few Dollars More wasn't just the name of a Clint Eastwood spaghetti western -- it's also what some in the corporate would would sacrifice precious national resources to gain, we fear, as the President opens up land out West  (yes, we know Obama did the close-down deed before Trump just reversed it, but let's not now go "hog wild" in the flower bed, if you know what we mean).

Thursday, November 30, 2017

Sound Injuries and Where Were My Russians?



More?  Yes, it seems that additional possible ultrasound/infrasound/something sound injuries of personnel associated with governments are turning up, far beyond Cuba this time.  A while back, I dropped an e-mail to the U.S. State Dept., encouraging them to check out my old speculative 1976 magazine article (see visual) regarding UFOs and human injuries, perhaps sometimes caused by sound waves.

No, we were NOT suggesting that UFOs are behind the trauma directed toward diplomats and others, but only that sound is flexible and capable of many uses in the modern world -- including, as military minds of the world well realize, weaponization of tragic potential.

Unfortunately, I neglected to maintain a calm head, once again oblivious to the fact that government agencies consider people like me part of the lunatic fringe, and there's no way a reasonable reply would float my way -- and it didn't.  Looks as though one has to be conventional to be mentionable.  Otherwise, out of sight, out of mind and off to the loony box goes one's e-mail.  Nevertheless, should sonics be involved with recent brain injuries, we suspect and predict the rattling encephalon gymnastics  will continue until and unless the mystery unravels.  What do we really think?  We really think that U.S. government scientists already know much more than we little folk are allowed to absorb.

Russians, Russians, where were my Russian readers?  Yes, I was increasingly curious that my rude comments (and likely the cartoon) regarding Putin of November 1 may have chased them all off. They had all disappeared by three or four days after some kind of sweeping process -- but a few have returned.  Where were you?  Why have you returned?  Where are the others (and their numbers were considerable)?  Are they busily hacking Equifax accounts and, if so, since mine is probably exposed out there, would they kindly procure some free bitcoin for me?  Shall I blame (1) Russian censors, (2) Google, which owns Blogger and may well have its own "politically correct" watchers, or (3) my government, or (4) the weather or "climate change" or (5) radioactive Russian mushrooms, which the French are apparently complaining about today?  And while we're on that subject, what the heck's up with that mysterious radioactive cloud thought to originate in Russia which may have, we suppose, caused reports of radioactive mushrooms? 

But I digress.  And it's a really, really good day to digress.  Anyway, welcome back Russians!  Welcome back, I presume, Vladimir Putin and Ed Snowden.   The more the merrier.

Tuesday, November 21, 2017

Goodbye Charlie and Goodbye Charlie



"I'm from Juvenile Hall.  I'm from the line of people nobody wants.  I'm from the street.  I'm from the alley.  Mainly I'm from solitary confinement."*

(*From journalist Steve Alexander's interview with Charles Manson, conducted decades ago, entitled "Tuesday's Child." The courts reportedly suspended Manson's telephone privileges shortly after Alexander's interview.)



Yeah, so I was about to start typing this entry and had settled upon Charlie Manson's demise, but then a TV news bulletin popped up and a voice announced that another Charlie, broadcaster Charlie Rose, had just been given the boot by both CBS-TV and PBS-TV after (at least) eight women came forward and charged him with abuse, one or more even alleging how he paraded around them nude!  Thank GOD Al Franken's first name isn't Charlie, I just don't have space for multiple perv Charlies today.  The very thought of an image of Rose cavorting naked before a surprised audience of even one is enough to send me off into the woods screaming, but I decided to calm myself and proceed with Plan A.

When Manson's "family" conducted its murderous invasions in 1969, I remained pretty much unaware of the carnage, for I was tucked into a Texas Air Force hospital during the day and usually ended up too tired to pay attention to the day's events as portrayed in the newspapers.

Years later, curious about Manson's lesser reputation as a song writer -- ultimately a reputation of no consequence whatsoever, though he might have had a doomed appearance on American Idol today -- I discovered there were LPs and CDs released by Awareness Records (entitled, "LIE") featuring, essentially, Manson's greatest singing/guitar hits. Of course, as I discovered upon procuring a CD, they overwhelmingly suck. 

We've mentioned these songs in previous years, adorned with titles such as:  Look at Your Game Girl, People Say I'm No Good, I'll Never Say Never to Always -- and my personal favorite title, Garbage Dump.  If Charlie, now dead at age 83, hadn't used his alleged Svengali attributes for pure evil, he'd have made a great John Waters film actor (which reminds me that an early Waters film displayed a wall carrying the message, "Free Tex Watson," an imprisoned Manson follower).

But how did an odd little sociopath, a devious nobody like Charles Manson, born of a prostitute, acquire the street smarts to exert such a defining, hypnotic hold over both women and men anxious to do his bidding?  Why would anybody hitch their wagon to such a man? 

Maybe for the same reasons that fawning crowds would pursue, say, a medical doctor who promises his flock that flashlight beams attract UFOs?

"Being crazy used to mean something," Manson once responded when ABC-TV's Diane Sawyer asked if he was crazy.  Replying that he was indeed crazy, he added somewhat wistfully, as if lamenting a special personal attribute  stolen away by society, "These days, everybody's crazy."

So now Charlie Manson, the enduring monster, is dead, his rep overshadowed by a mainstream media busily devoted instead to Hollywood and political sexual abuse allegations -- the kind of stuff the charming Manson Family would have chomped on for breakfast, spit out and forgotten about long before sunrise.

And speaking about people exerting a strange hold over us. . .just a few entries ago, I wrote with some encouragement about rock star Tom Delonge's new project in which he seemed to express a serious interest in finding out once and for all what UFOs are.  Today, I'm not so encouraged.  In an interview with Joe Rogan, reported via researcher Isaac Koi, UFO Chronicles (see link) and other sources, Delonge comes off sounding more like a member of the woo-woo, gee-whiz community, too easily led, than somebody scientifically rooted in facts.  We would love to be wrong about the future of his project, but voices more in touch with current UFO research information than I appear increasingly cautious.  This revelation has rattled me so much that I can't even remember what number Blink was.

Shoplifting in China:  Well, at first I was really burning about three UCLA basketball players who embarrassed the USA by allegedly stealing things from merchants in China.  But then the truth hit me harder than watching Al Franken grab a boob -- the Chinese have been "shoplifting" our technical information, military secrets and loads more of our "intellectual property" for decades, so we really don't care if future visitors find opportunities to rob these international thieves blind.  Case closed.

From Russia with Less:  Wow, what'up in Russia?  Barely a day or two after I mentioned how my Russian readership consistently surpasses that of all other countries, Russia's stat totals plunged.  Today, they're ALL gone, even a title listing for Russia.  This is most peculiar.  Where did you all go?  Who are you?  Are you all just Vladimir clicking on the site multiple times?  Or were you here only for the link list?  Were you all dispatched to Siberia, or is censorship going on from either my end or yours?

Anyway, could be that my Russian collusion has concluded.  I'll miss them!  Ah, the crickets of the night, what beautiful music they make.  However, I remain intrigued about this turn of events.

Wednesday, November 15, 2017

Hanged by the Accusations Until Dead


Let's start at a different place, unlike members of the drooling mainstream media, who can't seem to wallow about in the swine trough enough during this era of political and social witch hunts.

Let's start here:  Boys don't matter anymore.  Everything is about the girls now.  Watch the TV commercials, watch the TV shows.  Check out the local TV "news" shows.  Visually, it's overwhelmingly about the girls.  And the women.  Local news show increasingly drip with estrogen.

Estrogen good, testosterone bad. Very, very bad.

Girls excel in sports.  Women excel in business ventures and tend to populate government agencies more and more.  How about colleges and universities, where women inhabit academia as both professors and students -- and currently dwell high among the many for education as physicians?  "Human interest" stories and features focus, if not completely, at least from the start on female accomplishments.  Great -- but what happened to boys?  Must they suffer and disappear from public view because some men -- like some women -- live their lives as, to quote somebody very naughty indeed, a basket of deplorables?

I have spoken with women who feel the same and themselves ask, what happened to the boys?  They've frequently been swept under the carpet of invisibility, save for video of athletic events.  But science? Mathematics?  Scarce.  It's the girls portrayed with the biggest brains.  Boys and men, we should think, maneuver throughout their daily lives with few or no brains at all.

We are sympathetic toward the girls and women set upon by men who wield power via sexual demands, and we would express the same about men savaged by women with similar powers.  However, as a flood of accusations continue to rock both the entertainment and political world, often by alleged victims who said not a word for decades, we're seeing what looks increasingly like a case of "the more the merrier."  So what are we supposed to do?  Shall all males be saddled with a modern version of "The Scum Manifesto?"

I suspect a lot of this is whipped (no pun intended) up by the left, which apparently has little tolerance for either boys being boys or men exhibiting masculinity -- especially of the conservative Caucasian variety, if I may be so bold to suggest it -- and during this political season digging up alleged sexual improprieties just seems the thing to do, to ensnare male prey.  Where and when does it stop?  Does anybody on the street really care about unreported predatory events said to have occurred decades ago?  If so, why?

Such revelations appear to have been particularly of interest to the leftist media ever since Donald Trump, the consummate villain of the left, assumed Office.  Much of the current climate has grown from the carefully planted seeds of alleged sexual harassment, always a crowd pleaser for agitators with an agenda.  Is public hysteria the agenda this time around?  Why so many allegations suddenly coming to light?  Was Harvey Weinstein really the match that lit myriad fires?  Or is it circumstances of convenience?

Once again, I'm reminded of the motion picture, Invasion of the Body Snatchers, but this time the pods spread allegations.

We really wonder, though, if something went awry, because the left has ended up taking bigger bites out of their own people than from people on the right.  Yes, maybe Roy Moore should be Roy less, but the bulk of accusations are also falling upon Big Lib actors and comedians -- names everybody in the Democrat Party knows well.

Yet, despite the allegations, how does anybody believing victimization submit proof?  He said/she said doesn't hold up very well in court, and the apparent tendency not to report incidents for years, even decades, does not help.  Still, the court of public opinion -- when a sex-bloodthirsty public prefers emotion over provable facts -- chooses hysteria and pitchforks from the get-go.  As usual.  And then. . .

Everybody goes Taliban-ish:  We're always intrigued by the way some people "punish" others by destroying any memory of their existence.  Of course, we saw this with the ISIS folk when they destroyed a huge ancient statue of the Buddha, and whatever else they could get their knuckle-dragging hands on, in order to obliterate any and all remnants of religions other than "the religion of peace" according to radical Islam's standards.

Similarly, did we not have a "solid citizen" who bought up with intent to destroy all of (executed) sexual predator John Gacy's clown paintings?  One can talk about good or evil, but attempting to defeat one's personal devils by demolishing inanimate reminders of another seems a betrayal of history itself.  Why not keep such "mementos" as a perpetual reminder of what some people do -- of a human potential from which we only cower and whisper in our quest to think of ourselves as the best form of life on the planet? 

Trump's tax plans:  Highly-taxed states such as New York and California would do better to focus upon their own government representatives than to blame Trump for their own tax dilemma.  Year after year, these mostly Democrat-run kingdoms have perpetrated hefty tax raises in order to fund their idiot pet programs -- and now that the cost of stink-tuary cities is taking an economic toll, it's high time to place the blame on state governors and legislatures -- the same ones currently blaming the Trump administration for trying to do the right thing for all states.

New blood pressure standards:  Oh, please!  Now the American Heart Association, and no doubt progressive loonies and opportunists in the drug industry are hard at work making sure One Size Fits All by dictating new blood pressure numbers.  Now, 130/80 is considered high, and just wait until Big Pharma gets another infusion of money.  I'm not a doctor, and I don't play one on TV, but I did have enough contact with the medical field as an Air Force medical corpsman (or, as Obama would say, "corpse man") and afterwards to hold a lot of the conventional medical stuff in question.  When these blanket numerical figures come out, knowing how different each of us is medically, genetically, etc., I just want to scream.  Trouble is, somebody would be right in my face, offering me a no-more-scream pill or injection.  Let's do this:  Don't be such a pushover when somebody with medical credentials wows you with their brilliance and insists something is "for your own good."  You're the one who has to swallow it, get injected with it, be radiated by it or be chemically infiltrated with it.  Lawsuit fears?  Simple -- medical professionals should always be able to write "patient refuses" in patient notes and have the patient sign it -- though how this can work in an age where medical care is ruled by computer screens and not paper forms must be resolved.

The haze in hazing:  Once again, it's that time of year when college fraternity hazing episodes are in the news, and this time, if I have this right, two 19-year-old men drank themselves to death by either excess or to the degree of inability to handle stairways.  Yes, this is tragic -- but did anybody hold a gun to their heads in their quest to "belong" to an -- elite -- class of frat guys, all of whom obviously share the same disturbed brain function?  Who actually drank the booze?  Uh huh.  And now they are deceased and we grieve for the families.  But really -- 19?  Common sense used to be pret-t-t-t-t-t-ty well-established by age 19.  So now what?  So now this:  Everybody but the kitchen sink will be held responsible and sued out of their pants because somebody's darling sonny boy acted the moron along with morons of a similar collegiate age.  We say, let 'em have their fraternities, and instead of using Greek symbols and the like, just label them all The House of Darwin.

Democrats:  1.  They tell us what we must not do.   2.  They tell us what we must do.  That's about it for us, the sheep.  Yes, the GOP, too, but the left has it down perfectly in ways to shoot us up with misery as they simultaneously pretend to heal.

Why TV sucks:  I was flipping through the pathetic nonsense of daytime TV the other day and saw that The Young and the Restless soap still clings to life.  A good long look at the characters might entice one into suggesting they rename it The Old and the Rest Home.  Hmm, talk about truth in advertising vs. truth in televising. . .

Wednesday, November 8, 2017

Donna Brazile: Why Does the UNcaged Bird Sing?


Go get 'em, Donna Brazile, we might be inclined to shout.  She was fierce during her interview by George Stephanopoulis, who, no matter how hard I try to picture him otherwise, consistently reminds me of little more than a former feminine hygiene pad for the Clintons.  Anyway, G.S. aside, one feels her rage when Brazile announces her intent to tell disparaging Democrat stories, adding that anybody who doesn't like it "can go to hell."  Neither Hillary nor Obama come out smelling like roses in her book -- yet, surely she's up to something more in the long run, something more than pointing fingers.  Obviously, Brazile won't be invited to old-boy/old girl DNC beach parties anymore. 

Trouble is, as days go by she appears to soften and distance her tone a bit from the rage exhibited in her new book.  But never mind, the lady is definitely peeved.  Brazile, whatever alterations she makes in the days ahead, may have helped plant an acidic goodbye kiss on whatever Clintonian influence yet infests various segments of the political left.  Then again, even a jack-in-the-box generally pops back out sooner or later, no matter how rusted the spring or faded the colors.  If her rant also assists in pushing the Obamas back into the Marxist closet, never to be taken seriously again, that would be a miracle.  Still -- what the heck does Brazile plan for the future?  Vitriolic payback on the national stage is fine, but there's generally an after-party agenda floating about.

God wants you to shoot back:  A mass shooting at a church in Texas.  Prayer is nice, but the in-house ability to return fire answers some prayers and saves lives with more expediency.  Had my Air Force been in tune with its own regulations and provided disturbing details to a federal registry about the man it imprisoned and then kicked out, a violent psychopath may not have laid his hands on firearms equipped to satisfy the urges in his squirming brain.  Too late now. 

Churches and other gun-free zones seem to be excellent places for human hunting, and while the deluded blame the National Rifle Association -- whose members, by the way, have never engaged in a mass shooting -- for everything gun-evil, carnage will continue on the part of firearm-toting psychopaths and murderers.  It's just so easy. . .

Particularly when you pop antidepressant pills like candy.  A childhood friend of the deceased Texas gunman allegedly stated his parents made him take such medication as a kid.  Is popping illegal pills on the street any different than consuming the poisonous mind-blowing stuff prescribed nice and legally by people either impressed by their medical/pharmaceutical degrees or assisted into wealth by doing the bidding of chemical manufacturers?

Wednesday, November 1, 2017

I Collude with the Russians, I Guess


Breaking:  President Trump is absolutely right about our collapsed immigration system, and if Democrat voters -- especially those in New York City -- don't understand the trouble we're in, the only reachable conclusion is that they are either misinformed or dined excessively over the years on an abundance of their party's own destructive mind poison.  How long can safety be assured when law enforcement personnel spend their days consumed by the kind of stress we've never before encountered, perpetrated by a dangerously deluded parade of humans allowed to invade our country by both political parties?  I've continued with this at some length way below, but suffice it to say, I am appalled by NY City and state politicians who dust off and re-play the same old speeches time after time without implementing the necessary "politically incorrect" action. And leftist wussies need to face reality, not Hollywood-style political fantasies of their own making.  One more display of candles and teddy bears in a public square will not -- repeat, will not -- heal a damned thing.

There's more a few paragraphs down, but for now here's how I originally started out with today's entry:





My confession:  First of all, I have to get this out of the way.  Maybe you've read about Harvey Weinstein and Kevin Spacey, but as long as we're all into a grand tell-all about matters of sex, I can no longer hold back.  Here it is:  When I was about 10 years old, a dog humped my leg.  I might have enjoyed it.  It was pretty hot.

Now, on to equally serious matters, and it all comes down to Google statistics.  You see, when you blog away the best years of your life in order to commit to the screen words and ideas that most people with real lives could not care less about, there's a bonus:  We bloggers who use Google can call up a stats page and get some idea of how many readers check in and their countries of residence.

Truth seems to be, I have a far bigger number of readers from Russia than from any other country, including the USA (yeah, thanks a lot USA).  I thought, well, maybe this takes in Ukrainian readers, who might be more in tune with American ideas.  But nope, Ukraine is listed separately, and this blog attracts only a few readers monthly from that specific area.

So I'm left with a mystery.  Why so much interest from Russia?  Have they picked up on my unique brilliance and view me with considerable reverence, or have I been found out and Russians gaze upon my blog curiously because they discovered my intellectual finesse ranges somewhere between that endowed within a tadpole and the brain of a paramecium?

Could it be that gangs of Russian spies have infiltrated my readership, ever on the search for key words or nuclear secrets I might disclose unwittingly?  Actually, I don't want to burst that bubble, but as an Air Force medical corpsman stationed stateside during the Vietnam years, I wasn't exposed to a great deal of classified material.  None, actually.  But hey, if it's spies, keep on spying because I really could use the readership numbers.

Unfortunately, I'm more suspicious that my Russian folk might be predominantly of the hacker class.  Great.  I've already gone through this hacking stuff with Yahoo! and Equifax, so I can only assume my personal life information is an open book, a hacker's treasure chest.  What really infuriates me about these hackers is, they just take, take, take and never leave anything of value.  Not even a bitcoin.  Bastards.  Is that my entire Russian fandom?  Hackers?

Or are these merely, one hopes, stalwart, curious Russians themselves, faithful members of the blogosphere who stop in routinely just to find out wha's up?

In any case, having checked the Google stats, it seems undeniable:  I'm colluding in some way with Russia.  Thing is, I didn't know it right away because I thought everybody was talking about collodion.  As a teenager, I messed around a bit with theatrical makeup, and the substance collodion, appropriate as a wound dressing back then, also dried on the skin such that one could fashion realistic bodily scars of any size.  Well, just imagine how surprised I was to learn that frantic TV anchors weren't referencing collodion in the White House at all -- no, they were saying collusion.  Turns out that's a lot different than collodion.

The only other reason I can think of why so many Russians would be reading my blog is because a friend took a guided tour through Russia a few years ago, and upon her return gifted me with a Russian-style fur hat (I don't think the fur was real, but that's okay because I would rather have the beaver/bear/sloth/yeti go free) and a key ring attached to a gem sort of thingie, and I suppose it's within the realm of possibility that one of these gifts is embedded with a listening device, and the mere fact that I speak in its presence commands a legion of Russian spies to check my latest blog entry in case something of substance appears. 

All I can say is, keep reading Russians, don't stop.  It helps my numbers.  And if perchance somebody in Russia translates this blog entry for ol' Vlad, be sure to tell him I only said nice things about him.  Yes indeed, calling somebody a douche is a compliment in my country, and Vlad is the very essence of a douche.

Terror in New York City:  Once again, a bearded flea-ridden member of The Religion of Peace has mowed down, injured and murdered innocent people.  And what did the people of NY get from socialist mayor Bill DeBlasio and self-assumed presidential hopeful and megalomaniac governor Andrew Cuomo?  More hollow words, of course.  Remember -- these folks rank among the sanctuary city class, lovers of everything called immigrant.  And the murderous Islamic moron from Uzbekistan was surely a model immigrant with no red marks on his life.  Thing is, he was brought in under some government program that has the word diversity in it, the "Diversity Visa Lottery Program" or some such rot, meaning automatically that we basically had a good chance of welcoming a piece of human trash, and we did.  This rat-bastard, as seems to be the usual case, left behind a wife and some kids.  I'll bet she's something to behold -- totally innocent, of course.  Maybe they can live at Senator Chuck Schumer's or Obama's homes while her darling hubby languishes in prison until pardoned by some future progressive ass of a president.

But guess what?  This lottery program, sponsored by Sen. Schumer and late alcoholic and negligently homicidal Sen. Ted Kennedy was signed into existence by President George H.W. Bush.  So let's be sure to thank both Democrats and Republicans for the fruits of their immigration compassion, because immigrants chosen from the bottom of the international barrel are more inclined to breed children faster than flies can make fly specs before contributing anything remotely positive.  As we just observed in NY.  Again.

Censorship on the Internet:  Google (host of Blogger), Facebook and other entities seem so on the verge of censoring words and thoughts at times.  The question has come up -- are these actually public utilities, rather than simply social media outlets?  Will Congress propose legislation watering down our freedom of speech and blame it on terrorism Web sites?  The issue is complicated, but at some point the courageous among us absolutely must ascertain that the Internet remains free and open.  Too many global and domestic players wish to make it otherwise.  And have.

Saturday, October 28, 2017

Our Execrable-tronic Media


The darkest clouds and the greatest storms -- when we're not talking about the weather -- organize when the U.S. news media come together to ignore, bury or substantially fine-tune stories to the liking of some political agenda.

We appreciate the New York Times making an issue of the DNC/Clinton/Obama/FBI  "dossier"scandal.   We also quake with wonder at a national give-away wherein 20 percent (take a little time to let that soak in -- TWENTY percent) of America's uranium was sold to Russia, allegedly resulting in millions of dollars going to the Clinton Foundation -- among others.  The "dossier" revelations were bad enough, but the uranium scandal mixed into this fetid pie would appear ammo enough for future indictments of some very prominent people, if allegations reach confirmatory rage stage.

The usual TV media coverage has been scant to nearly non-existent, probably with hopes for a quick six-feet-under burial.  But as we've learned from earthquaked graveyards and dogs with a remarkable sense of smell, it's sometimes hard to keep things buried.

ABC-TV, not surprisingly, as we've come to expect, allotted only a few seconds to the blockbuster dossier incident, a prime example of Big Progressive Democrat Media's dedication to keeping the whacked-out Democrat party and its politburo safe and sound, untouched by horrors always of its own making.

Yes, we now know that a conservative organization started the dossier ball rolling, but abandoned its efforts just in time for the Hillary Clinton/DNC folk to latch on and blast off.

But getting back to nuclear issues, a question:  If everything in the uranium scandal is as it is reported, right down to Hillary's incredible denials about knowing anything about it, does this make Bill and Hillary Clinton -- and friends -- the modern-day equivalent of Julius and Ethel Rosenberg?  And if so. . .well, you, dear reader, can finish the sentence.  And what of Eric Holder and the FBI?  The Obama Justice Dept?  Where does this put "old hand" special prosecutor Mueller, poised to name names Monday?

Few would know it by watching the ABC-NBC-CBS-CNN-fellow traveler accommodated and amalgamated electronic media, but our country, our way of life bask in dangers sufficiently under-reported every day as "news" is managed with all the expertise of members of the body politic swinging sledgehammers selectively in a slaughterhouse (I think I just wrote a follow-up to she sells seashells by the seashore. . .).

Things being what they are, it's amazing how sponsors continue signing on to support the daily electronic debauchery of what used to be called journalism.

Monday, October 23, 2017

Bits and Pieces for October, 2017


Question:  What sustains a rather substantially whacked-out segment of the Democrat Party?  Answer:  Marvels such as Florida Rep. Frederica Wilson, a Trump-hating, race-baiting activist who experienced a brilliant flash of glee while she described herself as a "rock star."  Democrats routinely offer nothing of non-socialist substance, but they sure gather like moths at the flame when the publicity wagon comes to town.  We hoped it wouldn't get any worse once Obama resurfaced before the TV cameras recently, but Ms. Wilson's fashion sense and trashy sorta-cowgirl head wear that neither mad hatters nor Roy Rogers' horse "Trigger" would have awarded a second glance takes the cake.  It took General Kelly's heartfelt comments to remind us that all of this was really about dead military heroes, not about an arrogant, cartoon-ish congressional representative who apparently cares more about getting a hat centered on her head as she scolds Trump and plays the race game than about tragedies of national security.  And no, we don't yet know what's up with our mission in Niger -- which seems to have begun under Obama's watch, it is alleged.  She wants --wha...? -- an apology from General Kelly?  He may have innocently misspoken about her role in a speech, but a pathetic, publicity seeking creature of her ilk isn't fit to lick one of the general's medals. 

Dog gone, doggone it:  According to CBS, a 15-year-old miniature pinscher brought to a veterinarian to be euthanized was discovered to be alive five months later.  What happened is, a veterinarian had allowed an employee to take the dog home to see about improving its health status.  What outrages me, if true, is that the dog's original owner discovered the dog still lived and breathed, but nevertheless had police retrieve the dog, which "seemed to be in good spirits when it was brought back in and there were no signs of neglect."  Say what?  So the owner was totally urinated off because her canine friend had another chance at life, and insisted that said euthanasia be carried out almost a half year later, even though "Caesar" was apparently comfy and thriving to some extent?  Something is very, very wrong here.

Speaking of just plain wrong, beware of former Federal Elections Commission chair Ann Ravel and a sympathetic, never-ending merry band of Democrat troublemakers who, like snakes which refuse to release their prey, are all on board with punishing online political content -- paid or unpaid -- considered "fake news."  The Washington Examiner of October 18 nicely lays out the threat posed by Ms. Ravel and her cohorts, all Democrats and all apparently wiling to go to any lengths to tackle, particularly, subjects involving the political right.  OF COURSE, the current springboard for essentially censoring Internet content revolves around the increasingly tiresome topic of Russian influence in the elections -- yet, from acorns mighty leftist oak trees grow, so one really needs to be aware and incensed about Ms. Ravel and her willing leftist accomplices in this matter.  Wow, it's amazing how certain folk consistently refuse to embrace the First Amendment and insist upon "improving" it in strange, self-serving ways.

George W. Bush attacks:  Oh good grief, is this the same former President who let Obama skate by for eight years without saying a blessed thing about that two-term evil?  Now he speaks out about Trump -- without actually naming him -- with no holds barred.  How courageous!  How news-making!  How. . .irrelevant?

The REAL hard Russian influence:  The icing on the cake of horror this month comes via October 17's New York Post article, a wrenching piece demonstrating how the Obama bunch knew very well that the Russians employed bribes, kickbacks and blatant extortion in a profoundly successful effort to gain access to U.S. atomic resources.  Despite the facts on its doorstep, the Obama administration approved a 2010 agreement that gave Moscow an astounding 20 percent of U.S. uranium.  The Clintons also profited from this deal, an aspect covered previously by author Peter Schweitzer and others.

Feudin' over gluten:  Everywhere one looks in grocery stores, the demon is gluten.  A small but significant percentage of Americans share celiac disease, prohibiting them from consuming gluten in any form.  The usual "if we can save just one" phenomenon took over long ago in a society which loves to panic, and far more foods than ever anticipated became "gluten-free," the pronouncement printed on multiple food products as if promising safety from a mad dog.  Even people who could not care less about and were unaffected by gluten sometimes found it difficult to locate customary food sources.  But. . .

Oopsie.  Now we learn that a scientist who provided the primary evidence of non-celiac gluten sensitivity has published a paper renouncing his own findings.  If you feel hammered by ad agencies' depictions of gluten as a demon from hell, you might want to check out the story of researcher Peter Gibson of Monash University in Australia, who reversed his position on a crucial segment of the gluten controversy.  Does this mean that some of us who cowered under the dining room table can exit and feel guilt-free about eating spaghetti again?

Tuesday, October 17, 2017

Oh Hell Yes They Did


Seems as though every time some person or group comes forward, promising to "do something" about UFOs, we ultimately get kicked in the. . .well, it's not a pleasant experience.  Disappointing, certainly.

Here we go again.  Except maybe this time we're starting out with brain power and talent assuredly bonded in the concept that yes, Virginia, there are UFOs, and scientific hardware must supplant bureaucracy, flippant denials, lunatics and word games conducted by the book.

Apparently and vastly under-reported was a momentous little affair which took place last Wednesday, October 11, when Blink 182 singer-turned-ardent- supporter of UFO studies Tom Delonge publicly joined with a few impressive individuals who have joined forces to investigate the science behind UFOs and other "exotic" technology.

Reporter George Knapp, among others, enlightened his audience with details of DeLonge's partnership with former government intelligence and national security personnel and others with a solid science background.

The greatest stunner here -- which, if we had a national media concerned about more than destroying Trump or making Harvey Weinstein a circus attraction -- is the revelation that the government never stopped investigating or maintaining a concern for UFOs, despite the heralded closing of Project Blue Book decades ago.

Among a series of shockers related by Knapp and other sources is a dramatic UFO encounter as recently as 2004 involving the USS Nimitz.

I won't rehash what can be read in other reports, but I recommend that you consult George Knapp's October 11 report from LasVegasNow.com or Nexstar Broadcasting, and a report may also be found at Earthfiles.com and, I'm confident, on a host of other sites which tend to report on such matters.  The mainstream press otherwise?  Forget it.  Pathetic.

"Taking a knee."  Aside from going through various athletic gyrations to transport a football from here to there, wouldn't it be great if those dropping to a knee during the National Anthem actually invented something useful for society?  Then again, not to be cruel, but if one is too unlooped to understand from basic instinct that getting your head slammed repeatedly on a playing field doesn't exactly fortify brain cells, I guess we shouldn't expect much more.  Not a fan.

Wednesday, October 11, 2017

Hollywood Democrats Stripped Naked


The lesson appears simple enough.  Harvey Weinstein is Hollywood and Hollywood is Harvey Weinstein -- and, for the most part, both represent the modern Democrat Party.  Excess, no apologies and place the blame on somebody else whenever you can.

These are the "entertainment" folk established as movers and shakers, content, entitled and screwing perceived enemies and potential sexual conquests in every way possible, night and day.

And these are Washington's major contributors to the Democrat Party.

But suddenly they are eating their own.  Some, anyway.

This is the industry churning out not only sex and violence in movies, TV shows and music as a matter of course, but also enraptured by its very own talents in producing slick digital images and CGI cartoons subliminally intended to re-educate kids and young adults of powerless intellect. 

Just harmless entertainment, backed up by the casting couch, rapes and drugs, all hidden with charm by the best attorneys and PR firms money and other amenities can buy.

Hollywood thinks it is Washington, D.C., and have no doubt that some of its most famous "stars" and executives sincerely believe it is their right and obligation to supplant members of Congress and other legislators.  Maybe they can't do it with words, but they surely can with monetary contributions.

The more I observe the Hollywood crowd -- which I used to admire and respect to some degree -- wearing its true face, the better President Donald Trump's agenda looks.  Wow. 

Hollywood has its "Walk of Stars" and Washington has its celebrity "Walk of Swamp," and this is certainly a swamp Trump and legislators of integrity can drain merely by ignoring the pampered Democrat crybaby infestations of Tinsel Town, home of so much talent, so many drugs, so much sex, and so little time.  Run, Harveys of Hollywood, run!

Wednesday, October 4, 2017

Today's Compulsion


Just as criminal killers feel compelled to murder by forces erupting within their own minds, so it seems that our friends on the left are perpetually influenced by squirming brain tissue, causing them to obsess with controlling everybody's life by legislating away our rights, as they must, and we become like zombies, doing their bidding. 

"Obamacare" comes to mind -- the voluminous document which, rather than being written overnight, had actually hung around, rotted and grew like a cancer with the decades, while Democrats patiently waited for their chance to pounce and inflict this diseased entity known as the Affordable Care Act upon the nation's unsuspecting.

The left's other darling is "gun control," whatever that is deemed to be, and it was certainly no surprise that the same, predictable voices shouted out those words almost before the gun smoke cleared in Las Vegas.  The politically ambitious were on board, right along with the usual stupid Hollywood celebrities who actually believe their employment as script-memorizing, robotic zombie puppets -- whose strings are pulled by directors and myriad forces dominating their lives -- qualifies them as national mentors and constitutional experts.  Which leads me to late-night TV tear-shedder/political helper/occasional comedian Jimmy Kimmel, but why go there?  When one comes right down to it, the most notable thing about him might be his having two consecutive "m" characters in both his first and last name, but maybe I'm missing something.

Good grief, if it's not Harris and Klebold, cat beheaders, deceptively young and friendly folk and other crazies doing the murderous honors, now it's the grandpa geezer class in Las Vegas.  What's to be done?  Nothing's to be done.  As society continues to become peculiarly unraveled, we may be on our way to becoming what we once were.  Wouldn't that be priceless -- reversion as the wave of the future?

Same old story with the Democrats:  Never let a good crisis go to waste.  Now they want to legislate more, for the sake of saying they did something.  And they DO do something -- every time some horrible incident happens, they are first in line to take away a little more and tell us what we can't have.

San Juan's mayor and her baggage:  I guess it's beyond irrelevant that American taxpayers now have to pay to rebuild a territory whose officials could never be bothered to implement at least a sound infrastructure, choosing instead to drive Puerto Rico into pre-hurricane bankruptcy through corruption and graft. 

Adding to the fun is the mayor of San Juan, indicting Trump from the start for his invisible lack of response immediately following the catastrophe of all catastrophes.  As Kerry Picket of The Daily Caller (9/30/2017) reminded readers, vocal Trump critic and San Juan Mayor Carmen Yulin Cruz previously praised FALN terrorist leader Oscar Lopez Rivera.  FALN was a Puerto Rican separatist group which conducted more than 100 bombings in the U.S. during the seventies and eighties, and in 1975 four people were killed when a FALN-created explosion occurred in NY City.  Three NYPD police officers received serious injuries as a result of several bombings on New Year's Eve in 1982.

Apparently the darling of mayor Yulin Cruz, Rivera -- whose sentence was commuted last January by former President Obama, who rarely seems to have seen a criminal he didn't believe should be unleashed and released upon the American population -- was originally sentenced to 35 years in prison.  Don't think that the good mayor didn't give a shout-out to Obama when this particular deed was accomplished.

Isn't it just amazing how every city, every state and, apparently, every U.S. territory touched by the popularity of leftist politics turns into a disaster?  Truth is, Puerto Rico, bankrupt and corrupt to the hilt, was flattened long before two hurricanes knocked on the door.  Hurricane no. 3, just becoming visible over the horizon, arrives as a storm of opportunity, predicted to devastate American taxpayers' wallets.

The question:  Into what form will island officials, comfortable with their privileged past, allow Puerto Rico to be rebuilt?

Thursday, September 28, 2017

Eternity's Limits


Remember (some of you) going to church as a kid and getting a clear message pounded into your heads that someday we'll all meet again in the afterlife?  Well, apparently we don't need to wait that long, at least not in Puerto Rico, where we're informed that devastating hurricane floods have unearthed a buttload of coffins from floating cemeteries.

Seems to me this is far worse than, oh, say, trying to keep your lunch down after a bad shrimp taco, and even worse than taking a vacation cruise on an ocean liner called The Petri Dish of the Sea.

The pop-up coffin thing is hardly new. Instances are well-documented here in the states and almost any place where we bury things we expect never to deal with again.  All one really needs is a flood to demonstrate that what happens in the ground doesn't necessarily stay underground.

We've focused almost incessantly of late about too many people in the world, yet failing to properly take into account that "people" also include the dead, and when one adds up the totals of the living walking above ground and departed folk taking up space underneath in wooden or metal caskets often secured within additional receptacles, numbers must be staggering.

Yes, world religions entertain built-in reasons why the dead must be buried in certain ways to assure eternal rest, directions to paradise or some distant day when a wake-up call from the skies raises dead bodies essentially placed on "hold" for centuries.

Plans can go horribly awry, however, when dead folk refuse to stay buried during natural disasters and their special, timeless boxes of blessed repose rocket to the surface like jacks-in-the-box.  "Hello again, hello. . ." goes an old Neil Diamond song, though he obviously wasn't referencing floating coffins at a flood parade.

The science professor teaching a college course I took one summer loathed the very idea of burials in a box, believing instead that if we're indeed going to be planted in the ground, let's do it as nature intended and not cheat Mother Earth out of reclaiming her bounty.  Notice how the lucrative funeral industry sometimes portrays such practices as akin to savage rituals?

The point is, floods and other disasters aren't going away, but each day brings an abundance of human deaths as well as, in my wretched opinion, copious amounts of the living promised from birth only to expire eventually and add to the merriment of joining the six-feet-under club.  When you think about it, this is kind of nuts.

As a species who won't stop over-populating above ground and cares even less about stuffing, to be blunt, our endless train of boxed-up carcasses into beautiful pieces of land on a planet devoid of eternal storage guarantees, will we edge ever closer to sharing our back yards with both flood cars and unsightly flood coffins and their hoary occupants, all dressed up with no place to go?

We turn the handle on a colorfully appealing metal box and the musical tunes play until, suddenly, the top flips open, something jumps out and unseen voices sing, "POP goes the weasel!"

Hugh Hefner Exits:  Say what you will, but that one little instance of scientists and others brought together decades ago for a panel discussion regarding the UFO subject was a Playboy classic -- proving  yes, there really are people who actually read the articles and didn't just slobber over  pictures and centerfolds.

Saturday, September 23, 2017

Psychodysleptic Nation


Oh, those disturbing parallels.  North Korea has its leader, who millions of poor bastards fully believe is a walking god, and we had Obama, pretty much regarded in the same manner by a nation of the progressively sedated.  A large percentage of our leftist folks in the good old USA, if one can believe polls and The Word on The Streets, hold Kim Jong-un in higher regard than President Trump. Whaaa?

Maybe it's something in the water.  After all, according to an August report detailed via Phys.org, researchers have detected significant accumulations of human antidepressant medications in the brain tissue of at least 10 fish species in the Great Lakes.  How could there not be environmental concerns, since we excrete medical "treatment" by-products in urine and feces 24 / 7 which end up in water sources and treatment plants ill-equipped to filter pharmaceutical substances out of potable drinking water?

More pollution, more hurricanes, more earthquakes, more talk of nuclear war -- isn't this the third time recently that we've raised the question, how many people on a planet of finite resources is enough?  The multifaceted dilemma currently threatening the world relates in every aspect to us, humans who supposedly have the best minds on Earth.  We can solve any problem rationally.

Except we can't.  We're pretty much basking in bonkers land right now, but few know or care why.  We love our psychodysleptic nation, content that every ill can be erased if we either party or go shopping.

The state of the world
-- something to look forward to as (per a Sept. 20 report from PJ Media) a growing number of Europeans, most notably those of France, Germany and the Netherlands, are moving politically to the right in  response to Islamic terror blossoming all around them?  If European nations can somehow pull themselves out of Islam's knuckle-dragging influence  -- what a miracle that would be -- perhaps we'll have something to embrace other than a profoundly retarded faith entwined in ass kickers.

Meanwhile, we remain extremely curious about the scandal -- barely whispered by the leftist media, of course -- involving former DNC chair and Florida Rep. Debbie Wasserman Schultz and her computer expert, who was recently arrested for bank fraud as he tried to flee the country.  He and his family may have caused a trainload of national security damage for financial gain and/or ???  There appears to be a crushing amount of pressure from the Democrat side of the aisle to keep this mess out of public view, but it's kind of hard to wish away either the odor of rotting fish heads or implications for national security.  Ms. Wasserman Schultz's energized demand to get her tech's laptop back from the chief of Capitol police -- whom she threatened as the encounter was caught on video -- after it was found abandoned at the Rayburn Office Building should sound every warning alarm within 50 miles, for something seems particularly amiss.  Democrats, WTF?

In an attempt to denote something positive about progressive libs today, we also thought it essential to congratulate one of our fave questionable organizations -- and hate group in its own right -- for successful banking.  Yes, no less than the Southern Poverty Law Center sends millions of dollars to the protection of offshore entities, according to the Washington Free Beacon.  Further, this nonprofit lavishes six-figure salaries on its executives and most integral employees, whilst simultaneously spending little on legal services intended to combat hate and bigotry.  Jeez, could it be that the main poverty attacked and eradicated by the SPLC is its own?

Goodbye, world:  I think the world is supposed to end today.  Not sure if that's true, but if so, bon voyage and good riddance to everybody who ever pissed me off or had the potential to do so.  Hmm.  I guess that about covers everything I need to say.  Have a nice (oh, um, scratch that last part.)

Monday, September 18, 2017

Atmospheric Alchemists Stir the Cauldron


Even marginal weather observers admit that "climate change" cannot necessarily be associated with current hurricane activity, the destructive forces of which are really nothing new.  Yet -- WTF? -- the Trump administration appears to be giving opposing views on joining or leaving the Paris Climate Accord nonsense.  One gets a very uncomfy feeling that, following the dismissal and resignation of key conservative White House personnel, progressive insects left over from the Obama bunch have crept out of the woodwork in the dark of night in a veiled attempt to reinvigorate the good old days of taxpayer-funded excess.  We hope, at least, there's nothing more sinister than that occurring.  As long as scientists studying climate change continue to express different opinions, nobody can comfortably assure us that the science is "settled."  And the climate?  Far from settled, it always changes, and United Nations criminals and hoaxers are all too happy to implement extortion and highway robbery of nations (especially the U.S.) using fallible computerized instrumentation built in their own image.  I say, might as well bring back the crystal ball.

Beat me in St. Louis, Louis, beat me in St. Lou:  Riots (yawn. . .) in St. Louis, MO over the death of an apparent professional thug via a police shooting. How does one not sound racist when describing the rioters?  I guess we could just reduce them to what they are, which is illiterates and ignoramuses who are too stupid or agenda-ridden to check out the facts of the case -- and the very fact that this drug dealer took off in a car, endangering everybody around him as he eluded police makes him eligible for the instant death penalty.  Which he received.  Other information coming to light paints this dude as one really bad man.  I long for the day when these black suspect vs. white cop encounters actually begin with the suspect NOT doing something wrong or criminal to begin with (as videos show).  When Black Lives Matter and its organized co-conspirators ever get around to judging facts and not some hoodoo veiled in "social justice" as defined by terror and lies, maybe they'll have something worth compassion.

Immigration reform?  Yeah, right.  Again, WTF?  If I wanted Schumer, Pelosi and others of a similar mental view to run the White House, I'd have voted them in.  At the very least, can't everybody get together real quick and vote out the very concept of anchor babies?  This can be done in one day-- so why is it not on the Republican agenda (like so many other things that seem to have fallen off the cliff)?

United Nations:  Are they still around?  We hadn't noticed until news surfaced of Trump's UN visit.  Let's throw this gaggle of phonies out and make them get real jobs in their respective countries (or excuses for countries) instead of forcing us to pay most of their rent.  They may have suits and ties and look pretty as they convene useless party conferences, but at the end of each day they're almost as worthless as Congress.  Apparently, Kim Jong-un has something better than the UN in his country -- nukes, and they do a lot of talking on the international stage for better or worse.  Really, really worse.

Wednesday, September 13, 2017

Equifax: More Terrifying than "It"


What's more frightening than a killer clown chopping off a child's arm in a movie inspired by a Stephen King book?  The choice is tough, but I'll say. . .Equifax.  Should you happen to be an American adult, chances are your personal information is now in the not so loving hands of computer hackers who probably reside in places we've never even thought of visiting.

Ha, some credit-reporting organization.  Here's a major corporation which keeps extensive files of our personal history -- of which they never elicited or were required to elicit our permission -- and they couldn't even keep our data safe in the golden and well-known era of computer hacks.

We suppose Equifax officers consider themselves big-hearted for offering to gift us all with free credit monitoring for one year, but I assume the public appetite following outrage tends more toward something more like free lifetime monitoring for this situation over which we had absolutely no say from the start.  I don't recall asking a credit bureau to store my personal information, do you?

As if this truly overwhelming and dire predicament couldn't get worse, the monitoring corporation Lifelock took immediate advantage of this mass public misfortune by running ads bolstering their services, for which one must pay.  Nice try., but if anybody should pay for secure monitoring, it's Equifax.

Anyway, the class action lawsuits have already started to emerge, so we'll see who benefits the most -- "them" or us.

TV telethon for hurricane victims:  Whatever that was on the TV screens Tuesday evening, my impression of this supposedly charitable event hosted by famous people from the entertainment industry is that it turned out significantly to be just another way to bash and blame the right wing and Trump for anything that comes to mind.

Hillary Clinton blames the world and, yep, Trump, too.  Because even the Democrats are whispering that they wish she would just go away, we don't see a lot of cash emanating from the publication of her new book.  However, as eventual combustible material for high school bonfires?  The book is perfection.

Hurricane Irma:  Ditto, ditto, ditto our previous blog entry on the Texas hurricane, regarding too much and too many.  A big, lovely world full of people and more people seems just great until one massive disaster after another strikes.  Nature's balance is way out of control, and emergency responders can be worn to the bone in short order trying to handle catastrophic events in Texas and now Florida..  Meanwhile, we party on and rebuild the same old ways, awaiting the next atmospheric or terrestrial disturbance to turn lives upside-down, literally.  These are the dreams of madmen come true.

Tuesday, September 5, 2017

Involving Devolving

 Haven't we more than enough trouble with hurricanes, fires and North Korea?  Have we gone absolutely bonkers enough so that a cop can arrest a hospital ward nurse for doing her job?

Sometimes it's worthwhile to go back in time, to escape, to explore old newspaper clippings which reflect a grip on the future.  Such retreats can be so much more satisfying than discovering that certain things we have been told in recent times simply are not so.  For instance, we've been warned repeatedly that the salt-shaker and sodium in general will kill healthy users.  Not true, science now informs us.  And especially for the exercise-rabid segment of society, where folks have been assured over and over that strenuous military-style workouts for older adults are the key to longevity, medical reports list a growing number of cases where serious medical conditions (such as rhabdomyolysis), not physical fitness, culminate.  (I feel somewhat vindicated, having assured myself every time I traded a brisk walk for the comfort of the sofa, that exercise will kill you.)

So there's this newspaper clipping from the last week of July, 1984, published in the Chicago Tribune.  Yes, 33 years is a long time, but a little meeting conducted in Bar Harbor, Maine seems relevant to modern day trappings and predicaments.

"Mankind Evolving Backward, Theorist Says," reads the headline. How did they know, I wondered?

"I'm afraid we've reached a peak and that Homo sapiens is in a nose dive," warned Allan Wilson of the University of California at Berkeley.

The meeting, sponsored by Johns Hopkins University and the March of Dimes, apparently unleashed a cavalcade of negativity regarding the human brain's future, essentially espousing how humans have outsmarted their own mental development merely by being clever and finding solutions to problems before brains can evolve in natural terms, thereby short-sheeting problem-solving necessities essential for brain growth in the species overall.

Our ability to override natural selection has also allowed genetic defects to thrive and remain instead of dying out, thus providing people with eyesight problems eyeglasses and those with hearing difficulties hearing aids.  By accommodating birth defects and genetic flaws, humans have become "imitators instead of innovators," stated Wilson, copying one another rather than allowing gray matter to ascend to solutions over time.  The genes which cause defects, rather than disappearing through evolution, go on to continue through successive generations of human births.

Forget the science -- the article had me at the headline, "Mankind Evolving Backward."  My point is, just look around you:  Antifa, BLM, semi-humans and masked savages raising hell in the streets in some nebulous quest for "social justice," etc.  Oh yes, dear reader, that 33-year-old prediction came true, though in a much different way than anticipated.

Trump's DACA decision:  Forget Paul Ryan and his band of Republican milksops.  Obama's illegal DACA was little more than a way for parents to drop their kids off to a United States government day care center -- and leave them here for the rest of us to take care of their needs and expenses forever.  If we don't start taking seriously the concept of "illegal" real soon and fighting for American laws, maybe we'll be ripe for gut-punches like Kim Jong-un's basket of deplorable nukes.  How long will we be stupid?  How long will the GOP continue kissing up to Democrats with decisions explicitly serving the donkey party?  How long with the Republicans do everything in their power to defeat President Trump's agenda, the one on which he was elected handily?  One more outrage for the stack -- and watch Republicans keep Obama's DACA monstrosity intact, even if disguised as something else.

Wednesday, August 30, 2017

Too Much, Too Many



Hurricane devastation can reach several levels of incomprehensibility, and the latest invader known as "Harvey" exceeds anything the rational mind can easily sort out.  The human toll in lives lost, emotions scrambled and dreams shattered won't be fully tallied for months or years to come, but the end result, no matter the form it takes, won't be pretty because everybody will wonder when a hell reinforced with wind, water and flood will return to do it all over again.

I've lived in Texas, and drove as far south as San Antonio, but currently have the pleasure of existing with bouts of snow and ice, not hurricanes or tornadoes.

But you wonder.  Or rather, I do.  I've never won a popularity contest for compassionate writing, so anything I tap out next will probably just urinate off a lot of folk.  It all starts with the men and women who say. . .

"Nobody is going to tell me how many children I can have!"

And that's correct, nobody can.  Well, unless you live in China, but even there the human numbers amaze.

Nevertheless, collectively parents or, more likely, people who just grind out human births because they can, produce one hell of a mountain of humans who need resources to survive and thrive:  More infrastructure, more superstructure, more crops, etc., etc.  In the process, we create societies which may as well look like targets as natural disasters go on the hunt for victims.  With so many of us scattered about in growing, expanding communities, the odds are not with us because nature's nasty surprises can no longer avoid the populated areas dotting a planet of finite land space.

"Nobody is going to tell me how many children I can have!"

True enough, and so the risks for natural disasters will increase and potential victims will be ever more in danger.  It's all in the numbers and, sadly, hurricanes, tornadoes, cyclones, floods, disease and a ghoulish plate of other threats to life on the planet have nothing to do but "go forth and multiply."  Just like humans, who thought those words applied only to us.

Mind you, we're not addressing human-caused "climate change," merely the effects of our numbers on Earth, period.  This is not brain surgery, I'm no brain surgeon and there is no space here for an Al Gore error-sprinkled global warming love fest.

A further word about tearing down statues:  Well, once they finish ripping down Robert E. Lee (we assume that'll make ESPN feel better, too, since the jock network apparently has a problem with some "L" words), I expect they'll be coming for everybody named Robert, and I'll have to change my name to something leftist-safe, something like Chelsea Manning or Woodrow Wilson.  Idea:  What to do with all that empty space once the statues are gone?  How about erecting statues of Sheriff Joe Arpaio?!  Since the Democrats are so wrapped up in destroying statues (and public memories?) of THEIR OWN historical figures, maybe it's time for the other side to get in on the fun by replacing them with something a little different.

Monday, August 21, 2017

Riding the Down Elevator


Another Navy destroyer tragedy:  The USS John S. McCain's fate invites thoughts of possibilities, none of them palatable.  The last thing we want to believe is that (1) incompetence or enemy activity aboard ship is the cause.  The theory that (2) navigation electronics were hacked by ???, leading to abject failure resulting in multiple deaths and injuries is a terrifying prospect.  The (3) hypothesis that bad actors aboard the tanker somehow caused the encounter, assisted by forces unknown, could predict a future of more collisions.  Whatever the eventual cause -- should we "out here" ever learn the truth -- high-ranking military minds will not sleep easy this week.

Jerry Lewis dies at age 91:  Beyond the comedy, beyond the acting and directing, he contributed substantially to the world of Hollywood film production, having invented new techniques to broaden a cinematic reach around the world.  Anybody familiar with his brilliance and quick-on-the-draw wit might have been lucky enough to catch one of his appearances on Steve Allen's sixties TV show, where Lewis anonymously phoned an unsuspecting food shop owner, and in the course of several minutes subjected the man to an uproarious question and answer session.  So commanding was Lewis's comedic approach, the bit ended up on one of Steve Allen's "Funny Fone Call" LP albums.  All those years with Dean Martin (who lost an Air Force Reserve son in a plane crash), his decades with the muscular dystrophy telethon and the fact that his son and performer Gary served honorably in Vietnam instead of somehow attempting to trade in on his father's influence and status -- well, this is a little bit of Hollywood we can respect and feel good about, and we don't often say that.  We'll miss him.

Charlottesville redux:  Eagle-eyed folk reviewing videos of the event say its indisputable that members of the "other" side (the side opposing white supremacists who actually had legal permits to organize and march, unlike the opposition) did indeed contribute heavily to the violence, going on the attack quickly.  The Antifa people allegedly, as the story goes, stand against fascism, but may actually be classified as violent fascists themselves, so beware of these folks at every opportunity.  Is anything what it appears anymore? 

It's not about statues:  The U.S. strangles upon hordes -- small in number nationally, but hordes nonetheless -- interested only in destroying the country.  Yesterday it was burning the American flag, today's it's taking down statues and obliterating history, tomorrow it's anything else the leftists and anarchists can do to destroy freedom while pretending to be freedom's friend.  We must ask perpetually -- why now?

Sick to death, we should be, of the extreme leftists, communists, Nazi-wannabees, fascists and every other evil group of dangerous bastards dedicated to changing our lives, not theirs.

The statues?  First of all, monuments serve a real purpose, since high schools barely teach anything about American history anymore -- and colleges and universities?  Forget it!  Second, any minority member who believes statue-goodbyes are a good thing might feel otherwise, should easily accessible history become hard to find and dependence upon images struck in bronze, cement or various other substances becomes almost essential to remember what used to be, good or bad.

However, there is something ironic and humorous about the statue take-down craze -- it's almost totally an activity of leftists taking down memorials to Democrats -- the same side demolishing its own!  This, of course, begs the question of whether these ate Democrat sympathizers attempting to hide their own nasty history from young folk who have no idea that Democrats were significantly the racists, slave owners and -- exclusively -- KKK members in American history.

The biggest take-down of all?  Oh, that's a no-brainer.  This bunch wants President Trump out, and they have plenty of supporters, both within and outside of the government.  Me?  I'll keep Trump, thank you, especially because there's no way I want any possibility of re-Obama-izing the Executive Branch.

I am not Albert Einstein.  However, I do have enough of a functioning brain to know what Trump meant when he spoke about Charlottesville.  He did not say the words others wanted him to say because, despite his strengths, being a great orator is not among them.  Once he uses up words like "great" and "win" and "very, very" in a speech, word-finding appears difficult for him.  This is not a criticism, just an observation, and in that vein I believe he MEANT what others wanted him to say against white supremacists by using the terms available to his way of thinking as he spoke.  Get over it.

Say what you will, but Obama and the Obama bunch are the monsters who mucked up any chances of racial harmony, as they constantly did things destined to be divisive.  Diversity and divisive were the same word to that motley crew of jackals, who put into effect damned nearly any orders they wished because Obama's race -- yes, his race, and he used it -- gave him a free pass.

If the current Republican Congress knows what's good for its chances of re-election, its members need to stop avoiding, crying and experiencing nervous urination and work with Trump to get his agenda passed.  The media, teetering upon mania and pure emotional collapse as Trump continues to do the unexpected, deserves what it gets, having been all in for everything the Obama Bunch perpetrated upon the nation, and large media entities should have little to no expectation of being believed or respected by now.