WHEN in the course of human Events, it becomes necessary….
Lollipops from the Labyrinth Cafe
byVanderleunonJuly 17, 2017
Today’s proof of the existence of a loving God:
In Defense of American Nationalism – Men Of The West You save Western Civilization — and therefore the world — by saving your own local community. There is an old saying that the Local Church is the Hope of the World. This is the absolute truth. And its time for our politics to reflect that same ethic. Liberal Elites live in isolated bubbles. They have their degrees and their oh-so-fantastic sandwich shops. That’s what they think America is. They are blind to the poverty. They are blind to the problems and plights of the average American. They are out of touch and clueless. That is why Donald Trump won– and that is also why they still can’t understand how he won.
The politics of fire: from Ancient Rome and San Francisco to Grenfell Tower Meanwhile San Francisco’s Chinatown, the largest Chinese community on the west coast of the US, was left to burn. There was little intervention from the official fire service after a series of dynamite explosions – deliberately triggered by firefighters in an ultimately doomed attempt to create a fire break and protect the high-end mansions of Nob Hill.
The University Empire – As a wing of the reigning power, the university has the special dispensation of educating the masses. Universities have tax-free endowments, they receive grants from the official sovereign, they have their own police forces, they operate courts outside the rule of law, and they even earn billions tax-free. They have another special dispensation. They are the official union card stampers for any job in the white collar world and also what the sovereign’s official propaganda organ declares and portrays as ‘the good life’.
Death to Ants! TERRO T300B 2-Pack Liquid Ant Baits I’ve used other ant baits before to limited success. Most just don’t do a very good job at attracting the critters. It’s like they’re hip to the Raid jive. But the other reviews about this product do not lie. Never in my life have I seen the crack frenzy that soon began, when literally hundreds of ants started pouring into these traps. I could see them writhing around in orgasmic euphoria. I could hear them laughing and clinking their glasses and making awkward late night sexual propositions with complete strangers. It would be like if a giant chocolate cheesecake had fallen out of the sky right in front of me. I would probably act similarly, rolling around in it, gorging myself silly, completely unaware that God decided to save himself the trouble of flooding the planet to wipe out the human vermin and instead decided to rain down poison disguised as dessert.
Trump isn’t Godzilla, just the advance man.
The significance of Washington’s meltdown will hang on how adaptable the American politics proves to be. The Resistance so far has been less a call to rebuild Washington than the scream of someone having his leg amputated without anesthesia. The GOP side is behaving like survivors shouting out a headcount after a collision to see who’s left alive. Among the Dems only Sanders is faintly stirring under the wreckage but ever more faintly.
Fun with Slavery: Dark Spots in a Shining Sea of Twaddle You, the reader, probably live (as I long did) in a society in which millions of blacks live pointless lives, shooting each other in decaying cities with horrible schools.If you are a Yankee of the usual intolerable virtue, as so many are, note that blacks suffer these awful conditions chiefly in Southern cities such asTrenton, Newark, Camden, Philadelphia, New York, Detroit, Chicago, Flint, Gary, Milwaukee, Cleveland, Baltimore, and Washington DC. What have you done about it窶登ther than, perhaps, talk? And you are in no danger of the consequences of whatever you might propose.
John Updike: On Not Being a Dove It pained and embarrassed me to be out of step with my magazine and literary colleagues, with the bronzed and almost universally “antiwar” summer denizens of Martha’s Vineyard (including Feiffer and the fiery Lillian Hellman), and with many of my dearest friends back home in Ipswich, including my wife. How had I come to such an awkward pass?
Woman shocked to find 35,000 bees swarming home “I was amazed, just amazed. It was phenomenal!” said Hegedus, 52, who lives in Bedford-Stuyvesant. “I expected to find half of that — at the most.” Chunks of honeycomb came crashing down from the ceiling, and honey dripped down the walls as the bee expert set about sucking up the precious honey bees with a special vacuum.
Klotz Throwing Company – Lonaconing, Maryland – The Klotz Throwing Company, nestled in the mountains of western Maryland, was a silk mill that once employed about 300 workers full-time before shuttering in 1957. Miraculously, the factory remains eerily untouched: Worker cubbies still hold shoes, combs, tins of Noxema, and empty jars of apple butter from lunch breaks gone by.
You’re welcome.
The Man of the Hole For at least the last 20 years, a solitary indigenous man has been living entirely by himself in the Amazon rain forest. Known as “The Man of the Hole,” he’s believed to be the last surviving member of an uncontacted tribe. His existence first came to light in 1996, and the Brazilian authorities launched expeditions to ensure his safety and preserved a 31-square-mile area in order to protect him from the encroachments of ranchers and loggers.
CNN Report: Millions Of American Voters May Have Colluded To Elect Trump “The conspiracy goes much deeper than anyone expected,” Jake Tapper said on his news segment The Politics Lead. “We’re talking tens of millions of people involved in this secret plot to make sure Hillary didn’t make it into the White House and to prop up Donald Trump as the winner.”
The Yale Record Found Dave Brooks Scared-of-Sandwiches Friend What is “Pomodoro”? What is the “liberal elite”? Why, when David Brooks takes me out to lunch, does he make me line up all my noodles end to end? These are only some of the questions I have when I dine with my friend David Brooks. Once I told him I did not want to line up all my noodles end to end. He said it was understandable that I was frightened and he did not hold it against me as I have no college diploma but I still had to line them up. He kept shouting, “Line ‘em up! Line those noodles up!”
Feminist geographers encourage colleagues not to cite research of white men: “When it is predominantly white, heteronormative males who are cited, this means that the views and knowledge that are represented do not reflect the experience of people from other backgrounds,” she said. “When scholars continue to cite only white men on a given topic, they ignore the broader diversity of voices and researchers that are also doing important work on a that topic.”
For $20,000, you can own a real meteorite, from space, that has been molded into the shape of the Zinger chicken sandwich. KFC launches clothing and home goods line
That Updike piece (On Not Being a Dove) is a must-read. For you younger folks, that’s what the ’60s were like – too much cognitive dissonance going on to completely relax into the drumbeat of hedonism demanded of you by the “culture.” The level of denial necessary to ignore the statements from the Weather Underground, hippest of the hip – “We are against everything that’s good and decent in honky America. We will loot, burn, and destroy. We are the incubation of your mother’s nightmare” – and just, you know, man, Go With The Flow….Just jaw-dropping, even for a 22-year-old. Seven years after I spent days toting a pair of golf bags 18 holes for five bucks if the tip was good, the children of my clients were bending my ear about how superficial all that country club trip was when they were kids. There was endless opportunity to “debate” the war with people who were never gonna go, and I rather guiltily stayed out of it because my status as a Sole Surviving Son meant I didn’t have to go either. Unlike the terminally self-righteous, that kept my mouth shut about the whole deal.
It may be that, like Updike, I was too aware of how stupid fucking lucky I was to be born an American, however much that was paid for with my father’s sacrifice in France. But like Updike, I couldn’t ignore that the kids making most of the self-righteous racket had never had the prospect of callouses on their hands, and that what they loudly wished to tear down and destroy was all that I would dream of my whole life. And even now.
VanderleunJuly 17, 2017, 6:46 PM
DeWitt speaks the plain truth here.
Monty JamesJuly 17, 2017, 7:39 PM
“When scholars continue to cite only white men on a given topic, they ignore the broader diversity of voices and researchers that are also doing important work on a that topic.”
This is lazy of me, but I’m simply going to copy what I had to say over at Kim du Toit’s place:
Isn’t this a great time to be alive? Scholars of the future will write theses, earn doctorates, make whole careers erecting a field of study trying to figure out just what our civilization’s major malfunction was. Probably working in a stone abbey, in a world lit only by candles and torches.
Bronze Age, Iron Age, Age of Discovery, Renaissance, Enlightenment, Industrial Age; I wonder what they are going to call ours? The Great Squawking? The Era of Daft Cows? That Time of the Millennium?
Looking at the second picture of Professor Cockayne makes me think of the Fred Reed quote, “Without men, civilization would last until the oil needed changing.” Hmmm.
Monty JamesJuly 17, 2017, 7:42 PM
“When scholars continue to cite only white men on a given topic, they ignore the broader diversity of voices and researchers that are also doing important work on a that topic.”
This is lazy of me, but I’m simply going to copy what I had to say over at Kim du Toit’s place:
Isn’t this a great time to be alive? Scholars of the future will write theses, earn doctorates, make whole careers erecting a field of study trying to figure out just what our civilization’s major malfunction was. Probably working in a stone abbey, in a world lit only by candles and torches.
Bronze Age, Iron Age, Age of Discovery, Renaissance, Enlightenment, Industrial Age; I wonder what they are going to call ours? The Great Squawking? The Era of Daft Cows? That Time of the Millennium?
Looking at the second picture of Professor Cockayne makes me think of the Fred Reed quote, “Without men, civilization would last until the oil needed changing.” Hmmm.
Monty JamesJuly 17, 2017, 7:43 PM
I’m doing something wrong.
Monty JamesJuly 17, 2017, 7:47 PM
One last try:
“When scholars continue to cite only white men on a given topic, they ignore the broader diversity of voices and researchers that are also doing important work on a that topic.”
This is lazy of me, but I’m simply going to copy what I had to say over at Kim du Toit’s place:
Isn’t this a great time to be alive? Scholars of the future will write theses, earn doctorates, make whole careers erecting a field of study trying to figure out just what our civilization’s major malfunction was. Probably working in a stone abbey, in a world lit only by candles and torches.
Bronze Age, Iron Age, Age of Discovery, Renaissance, Enlightenment, Industrial Age; I wonder what they are going to call ours? The Great Squawking? The Era of Daft Cows? That Time of the Millennium?
Looking at the second picture of Professor Cockayne makes me think of the Fred Reed quote, “Without men, civilization would last until the oil needed changing.” Hmmm.
Monty JamesJuly 17, 2017, 7:48 PM
I give up.
Snakepit KansasJuly 18, 2017, 4:57 AM
Rob,
At work there is a very young woman who is quite the paradox of being hard working and slowly advancing in her career, yet espouses the idea that socialism is great. Free college, free health care, free, free, free. She is white as a bed sheet but came out as Muslim, wearing the full hoodie and all, then dumped that to be a humanist. She took well my gag of putting a Ted Cruz bumper magnet on her car but is part of the Trump Resistance. She dresses professionally, and this week her hair is green. She is still very young and searching, formulating ideas and opinions. Hopefully they do not solidify quite yet.
The man in the hole, nee: “hut,” is a hoot. I was fully waiting for that arrow to stick in someone. I called BS when he missed that first shot.
The myth of Brazilian undiscovereds is alive and well. I think they need to make that whole jungle into a theme park, because then they can turn a profit after all of the mining and logging profit loss they’re suffering. You can go in with a handful of feed, and try to make contact.
Real World Address for Donations, Mash Notes and Hate Mail
Gerard Van der Leun
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Who Am I? by Carl Sandburg
My head knocks against the stars.
My feet are on the hilltops.
My finger-tips are in the valleys and shores of universal life.
Down in the sounding foam of primal things I reach my hands and play with pebbles of destiny.
I have been to hell and back many times.
I know all about heaven, for I have talked with God.
I dabble in the blood and guts of the terrible.
I know the passionate seizure of beauty
And the marvelous rebellion of man at all signs reading “Keep Off.”
My name is Truth and I am the most elusive captive in the universe.
Duty, Beauty, Liberty, Country, Honor, Family, Faith — Plus a few simple easy to follow rules for guys
Men saw the stars at the edge of the sea
They thought great thoughts about liberty
Poets wrote down words that did fit
Writers wrote books
Thinkers thought about it
Take it where you find it
Can’t leave it alone
You will find a purpose
To carry it on
Mainly when you find it
Your heart will be strong
About it
Many’s the road I have walked upon
Many’s the hour between dusk and dawn
Many’s the time
Many’s the mile
I see it all now
Through the eyes of a child
Take it where you find it
Can’t leave it alone
You will find a purpose
To carry it on
Mainly when you find it
Your heart will be strong
About it
[Chorus]
Lost dreams and found dreams
In America
In America
In America
Lost dreams and found dreams
In America
In America
In America
And close your eyes
Leave it all for a while
Leave the world
And your worries behind
You will build on whatever is real
And wake up each day
To a new waking dream
Take it where you find it
Can’t leave it alone
You will find a purpose
To carry it on
Mainly when you find it
Your heart will be strong
About it
[Chorus]
Change, change come over
Change come over
Talkin’ about a change
Change, change
Change come over, now
Change, change, change come over
I’m gonna walk down the street
Until I see
My shining light
I’m gonna walk down the street
Until I see
My shining light
I’m gonna walk down the street
Until I see
My shining light
I’m gonna walk down the street
Until I see
My shining light
I see my light
See my light
See my shining light
I see my light
See my light
See my shining light
Gerard Van der Leun
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That Updike piece (On Not Being a Dove) is a must-read. For you younger folks, that’s what the ’60s were like – too much cognitive dissonance going on to completely relax into the drumbeat of hedonism demanded of you by the “culture.” The level of denial necessary to ignore the statements from the Weather Underground, hippest of the hip – “We are against everything that’s good and decent in honky America. We will loot, burn, and destroy. We are the incubation of your mother’s nightmare” – and just, you know, man, Go With The Flow….Just jaw-dropping, even for a 22-year-old. Seven years after I spent days toting a pair of golf bags 18 holes for five bucks if the tip was good, the children of my clients were bending my ear about how superficial all that country club trip was when they were kids. There was endless opportunity to “debate” the war with people who were never gonna go, and I rather guiltily stayed out of it because my status as a Sole Surviving Son meant I didn’t have to go either. Unlike the terminally self-righteous, that kept my mouth shut about the whole deal.
It may be that, like Updike, I was too aware of how stupid fucking lucky I was to be born an American, however much that was paid for with my father’s sacrifice in France. But like Updike, I couldn’t ignore that the kids making most of the self-righteous racket had never had the prospect of callouses on their hands, and that what they loudly wished to tear down and destroy was all that I would dream of my whole life. And even now.
DeWitt speaks the plain truth here.
“When scholars continue to cite only white men on a given topic, they ignore the broader diversity of voices and researchers that are also doing important work on a that topic.”
This is lazy of me, but I’m simply going to copy what I had to say over at Kim du Toit’s place:
Isn’t this a great time to be alive? Scholars of the future will write theses, earn doctorates, make whole careers erecting a field of study trying to figure out just what our civilization’s major malfunction was. Probably working in a stone abbey, in a world lit only by candles and torches.
Bronze Age, Iron Age, Age of Discovery, Renaissance, Enlightenment, Industrial Age; I wonder what they are going to call ours? The Great Squawking? The Era of Daft Cows? That Time of the Millennium?
Looking at the second picture of Professor Cockayne makes me think of the Fred Reed quote, “Without men, civilization would last until the oil needed changing.” Hmmm.
“When scholars continue to cite only white men on a given topic, they ignore the broader diversity of voices and researchers that are also doing important work on a that topic.”
This is lazy of me, but I’m simply going to copy what I had to say over at Kim du Toit’s place:
Isn’t this a great time to be alive? Scholars of the future will write theses, earn doctorates, make whole careers erecting a field of study trying to figure out just what our civilization’s major malfunction was. Probably working in a stone abbey, in a world lit only by candles and torches.
Bronze Age, Iron Age, Age of Discovery, Renaissance, Enlightenment, Industrial Age; I wonder what they are going to call ours? The Great Squawking? The Era of Daft Cows? That Time of the Millennium?
Looking at the second picture of Professor Cockayne makes me think of the Fred Reed quote, “Without men, civilization would last until the oil needed changing.” Hmmm.
I’m doing something wrong.
One last try:
“When scholars continue to cite only white men on a given topic, they ignore the broader diversity of voices and researchers that are also doing important work on a that topic.”
This is lazy of me, but I’m simply going to copy what I had to say over at Kim du Toit’s place:
Isn’t this a great time to be alive? Scholars of the future will write theses, earn doctorates, make whole careers erecting a field of study trying to figure out just what our civilization’s major malfunction was. Probably working in a stone abbey, in a world lit only by candles and torches.
Bronze Age, Iron Age, Age of Discovery, Renaissance, Enlightenment, Industrial Age; I wonder what they are going to call ours? The Great Squawking? The Era of Daft Cows? That Time of the Millennium?
Looking at the second picture of Professor Cockayne makes me think of the Fred Reed quote, “Without men, civilization would last until the oil needed changing.” Hmmm.
I give up.
Rob,
At work there is a very young woman who is quite the paradox of being hard working and slowly advancing in her career, yet espouses the idea that socialism is great. Free college, free health care, free, free, free. She is white as a bed sheet but came out as Muslim, wearing the full hoodie and all, then dumped that to be a humanist. She took well my gag of putting a Ted Cruz bumper magnet on her car but is part of the Trump Resistance. She dresses professionally, and this week her hair is green. She is still very young and searching, formulating ideas and opinions. Hopefully they do not solidify quite yet.
The man in the hole, nee: “hut,” is a hoot. I was fully waiting for that arrow to stick in someone. I called BS when he missed that first shot.
The myth of Brazilian undiscovereds is alive and well. I think they need to make that whole jungle into a theme park, because then they can turn a profit after all of the mining and logging profit loss they’re suffering. You can go in with a handful of feed, and try to make contact.