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Face it, when Boomer music hits the groove tsunamis of socks are blown off around the globe.

File Under: Tout le monde desir le’ crescendo

Then: Freebird – 7/2/1977 – Oakland Coliseum Stadium

This concert was, sadly, a flash before the crash: From ‘Free Bird’ still flies high by Chuck Stinnett

The July 2, 1977 concert featured Peter Frampton, Lynyrd Skynyrd, Santana and The Outlaws. The show began at 11 a.m.; the gates opened at 9 a.m. Tickets cost $11 — less than the cost of three record albums at the time. It was a bargain nearly beyond comprehension today.

Fortunately, a professional film crew captured Skynyrd’s performance. There’s lot of footage of pretty girls in their halters or bikini tops, some of them perched on the shoulders of their boyfriend. They’re grandmothers now.

The closing song began, as always, with Billy Powell — who had worked for the band as a roadie for a year or more before Ronnie Van Zant discovered that he was a gifted keyboardist — opening with a few sweet notes from his white grand piano. A can of Budweiser sat within easy reach.

Within seconds, the fans realize what song is coming up; it’s unmistakable, really.

Slide guitarist Gary Rossington kicks in seconds later with the first guitar solo of song. By then, girls in the crowd are swaying with the music. It’s a tribal celebration.

At the 1:09 mark, Ronnie Van Zant takes the microphone and sings the opening lyrics: [continue reading…]



That time you’re driving in Virginia…


“Hey, Oprah man if this country’s so racist how did Obama get elected twice? He beat two white men in an evil white witch named Hillary.”


Duck and cover! A bomb called Licorne. Fired at 18.30 on July 3, 1970, and yielded 914 kilotons (Think “57 Hiroshimas”). Imagine it being fired next door. Hope that if it is ever fired, it is fired next door.

As the North Korean crisis escalates, President Donald Trump on Tuesday said he would respond with “fire and fury like the world has never seen” if the Asian country doesn’t halt its threats. – MarketWatch

Seventy-five years ago: “On Monday, August 6, 1945, the nuclear weapon Little Boy was dropped on Hiroshima by the crew of the American B-29 bomber Enola Gay, directly killing an estimated 80,000 people. By the end of the year, injury and radiation brought total casualties to 90,000-140,000. Approximately 69% of the city’s buildings were completely destroyed, and 6.6% severely damaged.”Hiroshima

“Little Boy,” the aptly named 16 kiloton bomb that took out Hiroshima, was — in comparison to the nuclear devices in the world’s arsenals — sort of a light field artillery shell. There was, at the time, a second bomb called “Fat Man.” Weighing in at 21 kilotons it would put paid to Nagasaki on August 9, 1945. With the erasure of Nagasaki, the world was fresh out of nuclear weapons. It was only a temporary lapse. Today the Planet Earth has about 25,000 of these little items of discipline scattered about.

The largest nuclear bomb ever detonated in the atmosphere was The Soviet Tsar Bomba , or “Big Ivan” which at 50 Megatons was very harmful to every living think on Novaya Zemlya Island (located above the arctic circle in the Arctic Sea) in October of 1971. Whatever else you might think about them, you can’t deny those Soviets dreamed BIG dreams.

No matter what our political feelings, I believe we can all agree that the world is getting just a wee bit too hot for comfort these days, and I don’t mean “Global Warming.” I mean that people here and there about the globe are getting just a wee bit too hot under the collar. They seem to have forgotten just exactly what comes into play like the force of gravity when whole nations or peoples get really ticked off. Time to refresh our collective memories.

“It has been 75 years since the incineration of a city in a second, and we’ve lost any sense of exactly what happens.”

I think we need to have the people of the world focus like a laser on the table stakes of going beyond these little patty-cake wars we are currently diddling around with and look, really look, at what can actually happen with one little slip.

What we need to do this is: “The Live Demo.” By this I mean we need to find a small island or deserted space somewhere on the planet and sacrifice it for the greater good by setting off one, just one, low-yield thermonuclear device in the atmosphere for all the world to see.

Think of “The Live Demo” as a remedial educational moment for the entire world; a kind of slap upside the head coupled with a large shout out of: “PAY ATTENTION!”

I believe this “Live Demo” needs to be announced — in date, time, and place — to the entire world with something approaching the intensity of the promotion dumped on the Beijing Olympics.

I believe that we should allow any media organization that wishes to to cover this event and provide the infrastructure necessary to film and broadcast it (from a safe distance) to the entire world in all media — live. I believe we should re-task a satellite to give us a view of the event from space.

No matter what many may think, this event would be the essence of “appointment television” for the people of the world.

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Old Bland Joe

Gone are the days when my brain was young and gay
Gone are corn pops of the swimming pools away
Gone to the sniff the scent of all the young girls I know
I hear those Bland Lives voices calling, “Old Bland Joe”

I’m thinking I’m stinking
But my brain’s imploding slow
I hear those Bland Lives voices calling, “Old Bland Joe

I’m coming home (I’m coming home)
Oh-oh my head is bending low
I hear those gentle voices calling, “Old Bland Joe”
Old Bland Joe, Old Bland Joe, Old Bland Joe

Why do I speak when I forget just where I am?
Grieving for a brain now departed long ago
I hear their Bland Lives voices calling, “Old Bland Joe”

Where are all those I molested happy and free?
The children so dear that I held upon my knee?
Gone to the sewer where my brain has long’d to go
I hear those Bland Lives voices calling, “Old Bland Joe Joe”


Why I Wear My Mask | Welcome to the Masquerade


Strange Daze

Motorcycle Sacrificed to the Great God BLM!

Driver of Truck has his say:

The Culture War was something declared on us, when our lives and churches were invaded by these stinking, statist trolls. Their motives are demonic, but we leave that to God: for our purpose can only be to destroy them, in the near term. The pulverization of the Left and all its projects, would be good for us, and in itself, but also good for the leftists. Here let me resort to the “argumentum ad Hitlerum”: we did the Germans a favour by getting the Nazis off their backs. Had we been pacifists, and surrendered, we would only have gone to hell with them. There is no holiness in surrender, except to God. It is our duty to “bend the knee” to no other.

Intel ousts its chief engineer, shakes up technical group after delays. Having failed to appease the Seven Nanometer Gods, the Council of Elders at Intel cast their Lead Technowizard into the void, and shatter the Magekeep into disparate pieces, entrusting their protection to a legion of Bureaucracy Golems nestled deep in the Pits of Corporate Synergy. Hackernews takes a break from furiously ordering two-hour Prime delivery of Chinese counterfeit Hydroflasks to express deep concern for the death of American manufacturing. They follow up with some noise about national defense, but soon they have to get back to work shoveling other people’s information into the hands of stateless international corporations incapable of patriotism or humanity.

There’s also the possibility that reality has simply gone on holiday and will return to put all of this back in order. Some unknown crisis will reveal the massive cracks in the foundation of the current economic model. Everyone will suddenly snap out of the fog of plenty and rush for the exits. After all, the Bronze Age economic model was unable to hold up under the pressure of the Sea People. The current economic model may simply collapse under the weight of a billion Africans. [continue reading…]


Life During Wartime: Beirut… Ya Beirut

A nearly two-hour video of the devastation wrought on Beirut by Hezbollah and their puppets in Lebanon/Beirut government. You think that some blocks look untouched until you notice nobody has any windows or doors and that all the streets are paved, paved, in endless shards of broken glass. The most moving and devastating section occurs at the end, starting at around 1:37:30, when the filmmaker returns to his office/home and quietly takes an inventory of his shattered personal life.

Avoid crowds. If you live in a city, get out.


Woman Killed, 2 Wounded After Gunfire Erupts At Beverly Crest Mansion Party 

The shooting occurred at around 1:15 a.m. at a home in the 13200 block of West Mulholland Drive, the Los Angeles Fire Department reports. In a video posted by one partygoer to Instagram, about 20 gunshots could be heard.  There appeared to be two rounds of gunfire. Following the second, there was chaos as people tried to run to safety.

Officers arrived on scene to find two women and a man with gunshot wounds, Los Angeles police Lt. Chris Ramirez said at a news briefing Tuesday morning.

All three were rushed to local hospitals, where one of the women, believed to be about 35-years-old, died. The two others were in stable condition, Ramirez said.

1 Killed at Large L.A. Mansion Party Near Beverly Hills    The local news outlet KCAL 9, which was at the scene of the party on Monday night, interviewed a man who identified himself as Kennie D. Leggett who said he was handling security for the gathering. Mr. Leggett said that the party had been thrown for an unidentified N.F.L. player and that the property was a rental.

And of course, it’s all fun and games in this Instagram tour of the worship service until the 6:30 mark when folks start to get got and get shot… [continue reading…]


Somebody call a cop  social worker to evaluate the imprisonment of this sad sack and the extent to which he is being powered by cocaine suppositories before each encounter. There’s some bad drugs bubbling in the goat’s head soup inside his skull. Once you understand that this sock puppet is being run by his wife and his handlers you beging to have some inkling of how evil these people are. I’m looking at you “Doctor” Jill, you miserable slut.

“Look, come on man I know you’re trying to goad me but I’m so forward looking to have an opportunity to sit with to stand with the president….”


Reprogramming the Woke brain