"Mr. Trump's goal is not a rearrangement of wealth in America, a transfer of rich to poor.
Instead, he wants to grow the pie much larger, but also keep more at home. Under his policies, corporations will make far more than they would under Clinton. Yet, most likely companies such as Google and Goldman Sachs, multinationals that are American in name only, will loudly oppose President Trump. Foreign multinationals, such as InBev, the owner of Budweiser, will play ball." - - Unorthodoxy
Reverend Donald Sensing returns to the arena today with Sense of Events: Jesus does not endorse your candidate
The naive assumption of many religionists on both side of the American political aisle seems to be that their only one candidate, but not the other, can sustain Christian morality in the national polity.
It beggars words to describe how foolish - indeed, how un-Christian - this belief is. I find it impossible to affirm even in the smallest way that either Hillary Clinton or Donald Trump care a fig about the Christian religion at all, no matter what they claim, and at least Trump has the forthrightness not to claim any particular religion at all. Trump's religion is Trump. There is almost nothing I have seen about his platform that bears the imprimatur of orthodox Christianity or its inheritors. I am dismayed that so many prominent Christian figures have endorsed his candidacy. It is more than merely distressing to observe what even conservative commentators are calling, "The Moral Collapse of the Republican Party."
That said, exactly what is the actual evidence, not rhetoric, butevidence, that Hillary Clinton cares a fig about Christian religion herself? Sure, she claims Methodist affiliation, but exactly what does that mean when examining her truly dismal, spectacularly failing record as a public official?Claiming a religious affiliation does not confer competence, and even MSNBC's in-the-tank hosts were forced to admit one day that they could think of nothing of note thatshe had ever accomplished. This is a woman whom FBI Director James Comey, under oath before a Congressional committee, confirmed repeatedly had lied over and over and over about handling highly classified material but just wasn't "sophisticated enough" to know the severity of her actions. So yeah, sure, that plus Methodism qualifies her for the presidency, of course. Hillary Clinton's religion is Clintonism...... [more]
RTWT @ Sense of Events
Time for the West to turn its outrage into RAGE!
Dark. A very new addition to the vocabulary,
engendered by the Washington Pravda, under the new dominion of its Insect Overlord, Bezos, the New York Slimes, and their robots in the TV media, as a descriptor of Donald Trump’s acceptance speech at the recent Republican National Convention. After Trump laid out the problems facing America (crime, illegal immigration, bad trade policies, lawlessness and a destructive foreign policy) and then vowing to lead the nation to rejuvenation and greater glory, the speech was labelled “dark”. Note how the word appeared in all Party organs at the same time. “Light” speeches, on the other hand, talk endlessly of unicorns, pixie dust and building bridges, and are deemed “insightful, healing and inclusive” (aka Democrat piffle). - - Newspeak for Everyone
Well I been to London and I been to gay Paree
I followed the river and I got to the sea
I've been down to the bottom of a whirlpool of lies
I ain't lookin' for nothin' in anyone's eyes
Sometimes my burden is more than I can bear
It's not dark yet, but it's getting there
I was born here and I'll die here, against my will
I know it looks like I'm movin' but I'm standin' still
Every nerve in my body is so naked and numb
I can't even remember what it was I came here to get away from
Don't even hear the murmur of a prayer
It's not dark yet, but it's getting there
Yes, it's all been said before. Yes, it will all be said again. The plight of the "Left Behind" African-Americans will only be exacerbated as the remnant becomes more intractable in the future. No, nothing substantive will be done about it. The race hustlers from the president down to the parasites like Sharpton, Jackson, the Congressional "Black" Caucus, and the #BlackLiesMatter crowd prefers to keep their remnant poor, pregnant, addicted, and criminal. It's good for their "business." It's easier to feed off them.
"It's all been done before
It's all been written in the book
But when there's too much of nothing
Nobody should look."
Still, O'Reilly clears the mind and refreshes the palate with a plate sized helping of the truth.
[ HT: -- Iowadog]
My kind of town: Where the still have a good old-fashioned 4th!
8:05 a.m. A concerned Bigfork resident reported that the neighbor has created some sort of “firework bomb” with several propane tanks. Apparently, he plans to set it off tonight.
8:22 a.m. Someone saw two elderly women drag a bear off of Highway 2 East.
9:42 a.m. A local man reported that his missing iPad notified him that it had made its way to Florida.
9:52 a.m. A Kalispell resident complained that the neighbor man has refused to clean up his firework mess.
1:57 p.m. Spastic boys in a Jeep Wrangler were seen chucking fireworks out the window as they drove down River Road.
2:43 p.m. The owner of a local ranch reported that four foreign men checked in to a room with only two queen beds. He thought this was weird.
2:46 p.m. A Kalispell man reported that the maintenance manager threatened to end his life over excessive water usage.
2:52 p.m. Someone reported that a man wearing fuzzy pajama bottoms was standing between ShopKo and Super 1, looking very “lost.”
7:02 p.m. A report was made about a local “bugler” who was shooting fireworks at “tubers” floating the river near Bigfork. He was told to knock it off.
7:15 p.m. Kids were seen tossing fireworks into the woods along Mountain Meadow Road.
8:48 p.m. A Kalispell resident reported that the fireworks in their neighborhood seem louder than the fireworks in other neighborhoods.
9:42 p.m. Reportedly, a drunken man shot a firework “out of his butt” in the direction of children who were sitting on a dock in Lakeside.
Made, like Porsche, in der Black Forest mit der elves.
For an inside look in great detail: Explore Der Wunderland courtesy of Google Maps. Mouse down and look around.
During the following hours, the idea of realizing a long forgotten childhood dream became vivid more and more. On the very same day, he called his twin brother Gerrit and surprised him with the following words: „We are going to build the largest model railway in the world“.
Gerrit, who is more rational and sceptical by nature, doubted Frederik’s state of mind, and didn’t take the idea too seriously. However, six phone calls later, each with Frederik in the line enthusiastically presenting new ideas about this topic, Gerrit realized that his brother was serious, indeed. So, he started to consider the project from an economical and technical point of view.
He came to the conclusion that the project is technically demanding, the economic aspect very risky, and from an entrepreneurial point of view it is plain crazy – but possible, nonetheless.
Thanks to intensive research, the Wunderland team succeeded in receiving information and documents and have recreated Area 51 in the America section. The model of AREA 51 consists of three different floors, developed from carefully crafted plexiglass and sandpaper, which form a realistic simulation of the cold, barren concrete walls of this secret research facility.
For the equipment a lot of unusual materials were used, for example:
- Star gate: Medical X-ray image viewer lamp
- Floors in the control center: Rechargeable battery inner casing
- Walls in the control center: Lamellas of a camping gas heater
- Rotor: Toothed circular saw and cable armoring
- Alien spider: Casting of a genuine spider in silver
- Control desks: Fiber optic cabling with LED lights
- Monitor: Converted MP3 Player
The Area 51 has two servo motors (star gate, UFO), an engine (rotor), and approximately 300 LEDs installed. 30 guards protect the area, in which can be found 50 researchers and technicans, along with 20 aliens and 2 robots.
Arthur Jensen: You have meddled with the primal forces of nature, Mr. Beale, and I won't have it! Is that clear?
You think you've merely stopped a business deal. That is not the case! The Arabs have taken billions of dollars out of this country, and now they must put it back!
It is ebb and flow, tidal gravity! It is ecological balance!
You are an old man who thinks in terms of nations and peoples. There are no nations. There are no peoples. There are no Russians. There are no Arabs. There are no third worlds. There is no West. There is only one holistic system of systems, one vast and immane, interwoven, interacting, multivariate, multinational dominion of dollars. Petro-dollars, electro-dollars, multi-dollars, reichmarks, rins, rubles, pounds, and shekels. It is the international system of currency which determines the totality of life on this planet.
That is the natural order of things today. That is the atomic and subatomic and galactic structure of things today!
And YOU have meddled with the primal forces of nature, and YOU... WILL... ATONE!
Am I getting through to you, Mr. Beale?
You get up on your little twenty-one inch screen and howl about America and democracy.
There is no America. There is no democracy. There is only IBM, and ITT, and AT&T, and DuPont, Dow, Union Carbide, and Exxon. Those are the nations of the world today.
What do you think the Russians talk about in their councils of state, Karl Marx? They get out their linear programming charts, statistical decision theories, minimax solutions, and compute the price-cost probabilities of their transactions and investments, just like we do.
We no longer live in a world of nations and ideologies, Mr. Beale. The world is a college of corporations, inexorably determined by the immutable bylaws of business. The world is a business, Mr. Beale. It has been since man crawled out of the slime.
And our children will live, Mr. Beale, to see that... perfect world... in which there's no war or famine, oppression or brutality. One vast and ecumenical holding company, for whom all men will work to serve a common profit, in which all men will hold a share of stock.
All necessities provided, all anxieties tranquilized, all boredom amused.
And I have chosen you, Mr. Beale, to preach this evangel.
Howard Beale: Why me?
Arthur Jensen: Because you're on television, dummy. Sixty million people watch you every night of the week, Monday through Friday.
Howard Beale: I have seen the face of God.
Arthur Jensen: You just might be right, Mr. Beale.Click Here to Continue
In The Cascades
Above the trail to the summit
Clouds climb the mountains --
Hands through water, fingers of rain,
Smoke in dreams, as steps accumulate,
Placing first one foot, then the other,
Pacing out the rip-rap of the years.
Below the snow ghosts swirl behind
Drifts of leaf-shimmer, billowed veils
Of wind whose whispers echo back
Across the distant silence singing
To the tempo of the breath:
"Once only, once only, only once."
Above the stream in the ravine.
Watched by sentinels of stone, of fir,
Of trees so tall their tops dissolve
Into the breath of the mountains.
Ebony glints of ravens' wings
Banking into green on darker green.
Below it's all been settled long ago.
Only on foot, step by step,
Can you climb up, beyond,
And out of time -- except for the weight
You carry on your back; gossamer
Thread spinning down into the Labyrinth.
At the crest, looking back, looking below,
Herds of mule deer graze beneath pylons
Where a survey crew measures the steel river,
For a grid of concrete and copper cables
Connecting the Matrix coiled on the coast.
Above, the mountains' shoulders shatter the rain.
The fearless neo-neocon screws her courage to the sticking post and, after a year of TrumpDread notes
The fat’s in the fire.
The fat lady’s sung.
The bird’s on the wire.
The Moving Finger writes; and, having writ,"
gives you the finger.
I watch the formal nomination with a growing feeling of special dread. I watch it with a kind of sardonic awe as Fox splits its screen in two and on the right I see someone from Ohio proclaiming their surreal votes while on the left some aging supermodel working for WeightWatchers proclaims “Bye-bye bellyfat!” And thus the rising surreality of our current reality washes over me and gives me a sick, sinking feeling. Not about Trump. Not about that at all. Just the feeling that returns and returns, that echoes and echoes, that repeats and repeats the careworn mantra, “Events are in the saddle and ride mankind.”
Feeling the tectonic plates shift deep under the population....
Something moving deep in the mantle. Small tremors here, vibrations at slant there....
Like that movie with the burrowing monster worms roaming under the homes of men. Not the hellish island sized worms of Doom sifting sand mountains and devouring whole factories, but the smaller ones, the predators, the carnivores, the ones in the American grain, the ones that rise up and at most take down a Chevy with a couple of people in it as sandwich filling.
Over the passing months this saison en enfer fills me, more and more, with a kind of nameless dread regardless of the outcome. The more that I read from people who have it “all figured out” the more I feel that my only shelter is in staying stupid. Staying stupid and admitting that deep down I don’t have one single crisp clue as to what is really going on.
Staying stupid but still smart enough to avoid crowds. No matter who. No matter where. The war is here. The war is now.
After the smoke began to clear in the early evening in my Brooklyn Heights neighborhood on 9/11 I made my way down to the Promenade to see the twin torches burning as the F-15s swooped overhead and the black helicopters landed across the river near the funeral pyre for 3,000 New Yorkers. This song came clambering into my memory. In time it faded. Today it's back. I don't think it's going away....Click Here to Continue
"We all have our hippie limits. I've always considered mine to be unusually high:
I grew up in Santa Cruz, with a pagan mother who took me to documentaries called "The Goddess Remembered" and bought me veggie burgers at a fast food restaurant called Dharma's. I haven't exactly rebelled from my upbringing. In the past couple of months I've gotten acupuncture, gone to multiple yoga classes, willingly eaten raw vegan food, treated a cold with a neti pot, added powdered mushrooms to my green smoothies, and used garlic to combat a yeast infection. I have friends who attend matcha tea ceremonies, hire doulas, and go to shaman-led sweat lodges in Tulum. I looked at Spirit Weavers as going to camp as an adult, but with the added bonus of gluten-free food and the option to do some basket-weaving or purify my spirit at the same time. But I realize during the opening ceremony of Spirit Weavers just how deeply bourgeois I am. The moment I most feel like myself is around 9:00 at night, back at my tent, eating popcorn I bought earlier at a gas station, wearing an SK-II face mask, while watching Lifetime's Unreal on my laptop. By Marisa Meltzer in Harper's Bazaar
Spirit Weavers' founder and trademark owner, Amy Woodruff, doing a naked headstand while simultaneously breastfeeding her daughter Naia went viral. ("I was just doin' my daily flow when the little sweet pea came to sneak a suckle," Woodroff wrote at the time on her blog, Daughter of the Sun, where she also sells juice cleanses, incense, and "organic baby bootie balm.")
Sigh. Somedays I actually believe that this entire civilization is headed head-first into the Crock-Pot of History.
T.E. Lawrence: So long as Americans play PokymonGo, so long will they be a little people, a silly people - greedy, barbarous, and cruel, as you are.
Venture capitalist Chris Dixon has a line I like.
"The next big thing will start out looking like a toy," he says. Welp, Pokémon Go looks like a toy. Hell, it is a toy. But it’s also the first widespread, massive use case for augmented reality — even though it’s operating on smartphones that aren’t designed for AR. So what’s going to happen as the hardware improves, the software improves, and the architects learn to use these more immersive environments to addict us more fully?
About a year ago, I tried the Oculus VR, and it blew my mind. I had thought we were a long way from inventing virtual reality. But as I stood in a flat, bare room, only to have the headset flicker on and convince my body and brain I was teetering on the edge of a skyscraper, I learned I was wrong. As I jumped back, I realized we’d already invented VR. Now we’re just perfecting it, making it cheaper, better, more addictive.
How far are we until your VR life is far more interesting, far more pleasurable, than your real life? Not that far, I bet. Maybe 10 years. How far are we until your walk to work is better with augmented reality than without it? Well, Pokémon Go suggests we’re already there. I’m not much for sci-fi dystopias — I don’t think the robots will kill us all — but the world of Ready Player One, in which the future has devolved (or evolved) into people escaping a grim existence by living inside their VR consoles, seems perfectly plausible to me.Pokémon Go isn’t a fad. It’s a beginning.
WARNING: *Very Graphic*
"Want to help the Western world and help prevent attacks like this in the future?
Then spread this video and all like it. It is time that the anger and awareness of Western peoples reached fever pitch. There is no point being constantly insulated from the violent truth, especially when tens of millions of people indulge in Game of Thrones and The Walking Dead, watch horror films, and play video games where players maim and kill others.Click Here to Continue
"Whether they realized it or not, every person who voted for leftwing parties in recent French elections, and even the âcenter-rightâ UMP, voted for the continuation of terror attacks. Every other competitive party but the National French have shown no interest in tackling the immigration disaster that is fueling terrorist attacks, ethnic minority crime and overall cultural capitulation from Paris to Nice. The Socialists and UMP were so scared of the National Front that they even banded together to make sure it did not succeed. That said, the main blame can be attributed to French voters themselves, who were too interested in idealized and fake happy narratives than preventing more of the attacks and social disunity that otherwise make them weep and complain." 80 Killed In New French Attack, Police Donât Want Video Uploads To Compromise Narrative
CIA official: You said a program should be renewed. I'm asking is our strategy working?
Peter Quinn: What strategy?Tell me what the strategy is and I'll tell you if it's working. [Silence] See, that right there is the problem because they - they have a strategy. They're gathering right now in Raqqa by the tens of thousands, hidden in the civilian population, cleaning their weapons and they know exactly why they're there.
CIA official: Why is that?
Peter Quinn: They call it the end times. What do you think the be-headings are about? The crucifixions in Deir Hafer, the revival of slavery? Do you think they make this shit up? It's all in the book. Their fucking book. The only book they ever read - they read it all the time. They never stop. They're there for one reason and one reason only: to die for the Caliphate and usher in a world without infidels. That's their strategy and it's been that way since the seventh century. So do you really think that a few special forces teams are going to put a dent in that?
CIA official: Well what would you do?
Peter Quinn: Are you offering me a promotion?
CIA official: I'm offering you a hypothetical.
Peter Quinn: Two-hundred thousand American troops on the ground indefinitely to provide security and support for an equal number of doctors and elementary school teachers.
CIA official: Well that's not going to happen.
Peter Quinn: Then I better get back there.
CIA official: What else? What else would make a difference?
Peter Quinn: Hit reset.
CIA official: Meaning what?
Peter Quinn: Meaning pound Raqqa (ISIS’s stronghold) into a parking lot.Click Here to Continue
I hear a lot of black people on Facebook talkin’ about they want to move to Africa.
Well, move your ass to Africa.
I ain't going with you.
You know what?
People in Africa don't even like blacks from America.
Shit you ain't even from Africa.
You was born here in the US.
Still a lot of people here that want to go back.
And here a lot of them here use government assistance.....
Well I hate to break the news but Africa got no government assistance especially if you not from there.
You ain't getting food stamps.
You ain't getting no child support check.
You ain't getting no houses, no section eight....
I hate to break the news but in Africa you ain't getting nothing.
Plus they got flies that'll kill yo ass.
And they're not paying for that shit I guarantee you that....
Africa? Police Brutality, whatever you want to call it, you can forget about it.
They don't even got real police in Africa.
You get shot you just get shot.
Your husband knock you up the side of your head?
Well, best not to fuck with him.
And I want to know why if you was born in
why are you mad about slavery?
It is 2016 not 1816....
This blacklivesmatter’s lot of bullshit.
A lot of black people that say blacklivesmatter put their grannies and mommas
in a nursing home to die,
and then scream blacklivesmatter.....
Now if America is that god damn bad
why the fuck everybody moving here?
I'm still trying to figure this shit out,
so let me know how did it go....
"I pity from the bottom of my heart any nation or body of people that is so unfortunate as to get entangled in the net of slavery. I have long since ceased to cherish any [spirit]] of bitterness against the Southern white people on account of the enslavement of my race. No one section of our country was wholly responsible for its introduction, and, besides, it was recognized and protected for years by the General Government. Having once got its tentacles fastened on to the economic and social life of the Republic, it was no easy matter for the country to relieve itself of the institution. Then, when we rid ourselves of prejudice, or racial feeling, and look facts in the face, we must acknowledge that, notwithstanding the cruelty and moral wrong of slavery, the ten million Negroes inhabiting this country, who themselves or whose ancestors went through the school of American slavery, are in a stronger and more hopeful condition, materially, intellectually, morally, and religiously, than is true of an equal number of black people in any other portion of the globe. This is so to such an extend that Negroes in this country, who themselves or whose forefathers went through the school of slavery, are constantly returning to Africa as missionaries to enlighten those who remained in the fatherland. This I say, not to justify slavery â on the other hand, I condemn it as an institution, as we all know that in America it was established for selfish and financial reasons, and not from a missionary motive -- but to call attention to a fact, and to show how Providence so often uses men and institutions to accomplish a purpose."
Interesting perspective from a man who was born in slavery. It can be found in his autobiography Up From Slavery, published in 1901.
Today the nation grieves. But those of us who love Dallas and call it home have had five deaths in the family.
Laura and I see members of law enforcement every day. We count them as our friends. And we know, like for every other American, that their courage is our protection and shield. We are proud of the men we mourn – and of the community that has rallied to honor them and support the wounded. Our mayor, our police chief, and our police department have been mighty inspirations to the rest of the nation. These slain officers were the best among us.
Lorne Ahrens, beloved husband to Detective Katrina Ahrens and father of two.
Michael Krol, caring son, brother, uncle, nephew, and friend.
Michael Smith, U.S. Army veteran, devoted husband, and father of two.
Brent Thompson, Marine Corps vet, recently married.
Patrick Zamarripa, US Navy Reserve combat veteran, proud father, and loyal Texas Rangers fan.
With their deaths, we have lost so much. We are grief-stricken, heartbroken, and forever grateful.
Every officer has accepted a calling that sets them apart. Most of us imagine, if the moment called for it, that we would risk our lives to protect a spouse or a child. Those wearing the uniform assume that risk for the safety of strangers. They and their families share the unspoken knowledge that each new day can bring new dangers. But none of us were prepared – or could be prepared – for an ambush by hatred and malice. The shock of this evil still has not faded.
At times, it seems like the forces pulling us apart are stronger than the forces binding us together. Argument turns too easily into animosity. Disagreement escalates too quickly into dehumanization. Too often we judge other groups by their worst examples, while judging ourselves by our best intentions. (Applause.) And this has strained our bonds of understanding and common purpose.
But Americans, I think, have a great advantage. To renew our unity, we only need to remember our values. We have never been held together by blood or background. We are bound by things of the spirit – by shared commitments to common ideals.
At our best, we practice empathy, imagining ourselves in the lives and circumstances of others. This is the bridge across our nation’s deepest divisions. And it is not merely a matter of tolerance, but of learning from the struggles and stories of our fellow citizens, and finding our better selves in the process.
At our best, we honor the image of God we see in one another. We recognize that we are brothers and sisters, sharing the same brief moment on earth, and owing each other the loyalty of our shared humanity.
At our best, we know we have one country, one future, one destiny. We do not want the unity of grief. Nor do we want the unity of fear. We want the unity of hope, affection, and high purpose.
We know that the kind of just, humane country we want to build – that we have seen in our best dreams – is made possible when men and women in uniform stand guard. At their best, when they are trained and trusted and accountable, they free us from fear.
The Apostle Paul said, “For God gave us a spirit not of fear, but of strength and love and self-control.” Those are the best responses to fear in the life of our country. And they are the code of the peace officer.
Today, all of us feel a sense of loss – but not equally. I’d like to conclude with a word to the families, the spouses, and especially the children of the fallen. Your loved one’s time with you was too short, and they did not get the chance to properly say goodbye. But they went where duty called. They defended us, even to the end. They finished well. We will not forget what they did for us.
Your loss is unfair. We cannot explain it. We can stand beside you and share your grief. And we can pray that God will comfort you with a hope deeper than sorrow and stronger than death.
May God bless you. READ: Full transcript of Former President Bush's speech at memorial service | WFAA.com
Taking the top spot by a long mile is Teton, Wyoming – the county home to the affluent Jackson Hole ski area, and 40.4% of the famous Yellowstone National Park. The Top 1% that live near Old Faithful are particularly well-off, making an average of $28.2 million each year! - - Full Article Here
This is simple cynicism. For the Democrats, the driving force is, rather, moral vanity—a tendency to let the easy pleasures of righteousness stand in for the kind of public-spiritedness that would make real demands on us. Right and left need each other to keep the standard culture wars going, but Trump is short-circuiting the whole arrangement. No wonder both sides are in a panic. - On Frank Speech -
Scoopers are people like you – dog lovers who want to improve the streets and communities we live in. Anyone with a smart phone can scoop for us. Scoopers are paid per-scoop, use their own mode of transportation – car, bike, scooter, hiking boots – and scoop on their own schedule. See why people are signing up everyday to come pick up dog poop with us.
As a conscientious, civic-minded reason to cheer a presidential wannabe, “He annoys all the right people” ranks somewhere between “It’s just time for a change” and “This’ll teach the bastards a lesson.” I know. But 15 years after September 11—and however long it’s been since O.J., and since “global warming” became a “thing”—I just can’t cope. And drinking’s not an option. The Tepid Trumper - Taki's Magazine
I implore the Islamists to remember this, however: we truly wanted peace, with all of our hearts, and you could not leave well enough alone. Deus Vult! General Mattis put it succinctly, once: “I come in peace. I didn’t bring artillery. But I’m pleading with you, with tears in my eyes: If you fuck with me, I’ll kill you all.”The Religious War Has Begun
there's long been a gun club where enthusiastic game hunters can polish their skills during the off-season. Unlike in Britain, it is perfectly legal for members of such clubs to own pistols and semi-automatic rifles. In the last few months, since the wave of terrorism has intensified, the membership of the gun club has quadrupled, from 200 to 800 members. The new members are not all motivated by the love of shooting sports. Benoit, a local olive farmer who owns more than a dozen rifles, pistols and shotguns, as well as an AK-47 assault rifle, admitted to me this weekend something much darker. "They're getting ready for a war," he said.
Recently, I grabbed a taxi in Moscow. When the driver asked me where I was from, I told him the United States.
“I went there once,” he said, “to Chicago. I really liked it.” “But tell me something,” he added. “When are we going to war?” The question, put so starkly, so honestly, shocked me. “Well, I hope never,” I replied. “No one wants war.” At the office I ask a Russian employee about the mood in his working-class Moscow neighborhood. The old people are buying salt, matches and “gretchka,” (buckwheat) he tells me - the time-worn refuge for Russians stocking up on essentials in case of war. War Fever | Wilson Center
He stands squarely with his feet planted shoulder-width apart, his back straight, and his knees bent slightly, in the stance of a baseball batter, taut and balanced. Staring intently at the screen, his loose hold on the joystick occasionally tightens into a full-fisted grip, and his hand jerks with a violent thrust, up or down, left or right. Even well past the easier early levels, Ms. Pac-Man, the hero-character Mitchell manipulates, whips around the board, darting through the pathways of the maze at flawlessly executed angles. The game’s four ghosts, charged with tracking down and “killing” Ms. Pac-Man, are hopelessly overmatched. Mitchell taunts and teases his pursuers, leading them into harmless circles, grouping them together and pulling them apart with such exact command that it almost seems that some flaw in the wiring has given his joystick direct control of the bad guys. -- The Perfect Man
(and keeping them German on Monday) after turning them French after the Bastille Day massacre. We have to show our defiance by doing nothing. - - Don Surber
the latter being the perfect symbol of the use of violence as a first rather than a last resort, was deeply ironical, then. I was reminded of the scene in Some Like It Hot in which men jump out of the huge cake brought as a peace offering and shoot the guests dead, the subsequent explanation of their demise being that “there was something in that cake that didn’t agree with them.” Something in the guinea pig wouldn’t have agreed with whomever was struck by it with the knuckle-duster inside. - Taki's Magazine
They are tapped out and they look around to see the elites partying and dancing while the rest of the country is slowly crumbling away.
They see entire industries sold away or shutdown by ever more onerous regulations, taking their jobs with them. They also see the trend of people who seeming never actually doing anything worthwhile making the rounds of Washington and Wall St and walking away with millions for speeches that nobody can remember and selling access to our enemies. The wonder isn’t that Trump is likely to be the next President, but that the people are not burning Washington down. When You Are At The Bottom, You Want Volatility | The Arts Mechanical
In 1998, Yahoo could have bought Google for a mere $1 million. Four years later, after Google was already crushing Yahoo’s search-engine business, Yahoo offered $3 billion for Google, and was turned down. Google wanted $5 billion, but Yahoo wouldn’t pay that much. Google is now worth more than $350 billion. In 2008, Microsoft offered $44 billion for Yahoo, an offer Yahoo rejected. And then on Monday, it was announced Yahoo would be sold to Verizon for a mere $4.8 billion. The Other McCain
You’re sitting (presumably) there reading this. Maybe you’re at the office, maybe you’re sitting in your lounge chair or maybe you’re at the coffee shop. Try to calculate how many people had to come together—biologically, to pro-create—for you to be here, wherever you are as you read this…. You have your folks, their folks, and their folks. Beyond that, we start getting fuzzy. | Intellectual Takeout
Decades go by, and people are prowling the woods, eyes down, hunting for it—crawling, searching, losing hope, and then, all of a sudden, there it is again! In a totally unexpected spot, far from the last sighting, hiding in the dark, barely as tall as your thumb, leafless, probably the rarest plant in Great Britain. It's known as the ghost orchid, and when it shows up, people go nuts. -- NatGeo
1. Vibrant. As in “a vibrant multicultural community in Cologne on New Year’s Eve”. If a crowd of White people rape hundreds of women in public, on the city streets, this is a heinous act of barbarism, whereas, if it’s Muslim “refugees”, the police would like you forget about it, even though it’s “vibrant multiculturalism”.
2. Non-judgmental. As in “What’s wrong with female genital mutilation in Islamic societies? Oh, I’m very non-judgmental”. As long as any act is carried out by non-White, non-Western, non-Christians then no criticism is allowed and you are non-judgmental. However, if a Mom and Pop bakery declines to make a wedding cake for lesbians, then you can be as judgmental as you like, preferably with multiple hissy fits and law suits to drive them out of business. But be careful, they have to be Christian; Muslims are allowed to decline to do anything for homosexuals due to their “cultural sensitivity”. -- Newspeak for Everyone
Castles, quaint French villages overflowing with wine and cheese. Whitewashed Spanish villages perched on arid hills overlooking the Mediterranean: the smell of fresh-baked bread and strong coffee in the morning and calamari fried in olive oil at night. Tapas, wiener schnitzel, black olives and blood pudding; wine and beer and the great open spaces dotted with relics of 2000 years of history – history of the ‘west’, my history too. - - Joel D. Hirst
Most of them are functional. The majority would fall under the umbrella of bi-polar. But bi-polar is different for different individuals, sometimes very different. Serious symptoms usually become apparent at puberty but often are masked and difficult to identify.
Typical situation is while everything is going well the individual is fine but when things aren't going well... watch out. Usually this is discovered after you marry them and usually it isn't pretty. One major confounding factor with bi-polar is the mentally ill person thinks that they are normal and YOU are crazy. Everything that happens including everything they do is YOUR fault.
If you suddenly discover that your spouse is crazy there is only one safe choice to make: Apologize for whatever you did (or they think you did), promise to buy them something expensive and awesome, kiss ass and play nice... and rent a storage unit, move your shit out when they are gone one day and leave. If you fail to take this advise you will most likely one day be sitting in the back of a police cruiser in cuffs charged with domestic violence and mot likely you will not even have committed any violence.
They will harm themselves, tear their clothes, hit you and deny it, etc. When you get to court your spouse will appear sympathetic, be crying, will have bruises. or pictures of bruises, a good story and will cry on the stand. If you dare look up during this entire case expect the judge, jury, prosecutor and even your own attorney to be looking at you like you are shit.
You will go to jail. She will sell or throw away all your stuff. You will lose your license to drive, your job, your dignity and good name, and you will get to pay alimony, child support, fees for classes and shrinks, etc. Good luck. I told you how to avoid it but you didn't listen.
There is the chance of schadenfreude however. She will remarry (or more likely shack up so you have to keep paying alimony). And the guy who sleeps in your bed and plumbs your ex's depths will be all shitty to you when you try to see your kids. But his day will come. Sit back, wait, the shit storm will strike again.... Posted by: GoneWithTheWind
What I do see is Ali getting the gun from… wait another second… oh yes… here, it has come to me. He got it from another Muslim, one in touch with an underground network providing weapons and explosives for devout chaps with suicidal tendencies. This network is part of an international criminal syndicate called Islam. “Freedom of movement is non-negotiable” – Alexander Boot
I have no difficulty finding neighborhoods where people approve of our household. I can go shopping alone most of the time, pretty well assured that I will not be followed or harassed. I do not have to educate my children to be aware of systemic racism for their own daily physical protection. I can choose…bandages in “flesh” color and have them more or less match my skin. I will feel welcomed and “normal” in the usual walks of public life, institutional and social.New York City’s public schools join fight against ‘white power’ | New York Post
Consumers still expect a global array of products, despite natural restrictions in season or geography. Additionally, emotional expectations surrounding food have increased. People want to imagine chickens free-ranging in a pasture without knowing anything about their deaths. They want their farmers to be simple, iconic food heroes. It is awkward to burst the bubble of this romantic image by raising issues that will make or break the entire movement: wells running dry, the ballooning stress of our producers, the fact that farmer suicide rates are twice that of the general population.
And lousy public schools are a good way for robbing the poor. It only takes one undisciplined student being either ignored by the teacher or coddled by the teacher, to really limit the education of the rest of the class. And of course students who don’t understand the language, or the culture, or have any background education, take up a great deal of the teacher’s time, so making sure every classroom has a fair share of kids who really need help is a very good way for seeing that the ordinary middle class kids whose parents pay for those schools don’t learn much. And we can import an infinite number of kids who need all of the teacher’s time, and fill the classrooms with them, and call it equality. But if you were to try to design a system to produce low class education, and make going to private schools very beneficial, and thus widen all gaps into castes, I wonder what system would be better than the one we are developing? And closing the Charter schools, making sure that all but the rich have lousy systems, is a great way to continue; only we never catch wise, do we? - - – Jerry Pournelle
They may finally end civilization as we know it. Currently they spread like kudzu. Herewith a few notes from my favorite technical publication, the Drudge Report. It may convince you that the robots are upon us like ants on a sandwich. - - Fred On Everything
His father had beaten the odds -- expressed by the experts -- to win the presidential nominationTrump has a better chance of cameoing in another Home Alone movie with Macaulay Culkin—or playing in the NBA Finals—than winning the Republican nomination. —Harry Enten, FiveThirtyEight Politics, June 16, 2015Trump triumphed. His way. He won not because of his style or his powers of persuasion but because of his message: Make America Great Again. Don Surber:
There's an commissar lurking behind many a mild mannered academic. For every bigot there's a commissar, In the end people just go and shoot without the niceties for the convenience. By and by we will miss civilization which is what holds barbarism and our worse natures in check. The entire apparatus of civilization is geared towards moderating raw passions it must control. The purpose of churches, custom, culture, manners and law is to restrain the Beast, because the Beast needs restraining. Unfortunately we are a juncture where restraint may have just left town. Not only have we, in our misguided wisdom, dismantled morality, civility and even law, but on both sides of the aisle the watchword is: power by any means necessary. Munich Follows Cleveland | PJ Media
“Soldiers who are breastfeeding or expressing milk remain eligible for field training and mobility exercises.” So, a breastfeeding mother will deploy to the field and participate in field exercises while lactating? How is this going to happen? Is the mother going to bring her child to the field? Should the Army now bring tactical day care centers to field exercises with them?