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Tap Dancing Through the Labyrinth

Ah, Gay Paree!
“I love Paris in the winter when it drizzles
I love Paris in the summer when it sizzles “

The number of cars burned during Bastille Day festivities rose slightly from 2016, when 855 vehicles were torched, but the number of people arrested last year  — 577  — was far higher.    During Trump’s Paris Visit Migrant Suburbs Saw 900 Cars Burned in Scenes of ‘Intolerable Urban Violence’ – Breitbart

The advantage American citizens have in 2017, that we never had before, is a populist president who can sell the bejeezus out of a health care plan if someone could come up with one that makes sense. But for that to happen, Congress first had to do a hard faceplant in the asphalt, to show the country they are not the right tool for the job. That phase is complete. Time for the next phase. I Tell You How Citizens Can Fix Health Care (Now… | Scott Adams’ Blog

He no longer carried a pocket knife. He had learned long ago that things that go into pockets become habitual. He would forget to take the knife out when he rushed to catch his flight, just as he always forgot to put the knife in his pocket when he went to work in the garden. There would be a scene at the airport, confiscation of the knife, which had been his grandfather’s, and TSA questioning. They might want him to be strip searched. He could miss his flight. Such a large expensive organization as TSA needs justification, and so whereas the TSA officers might be reasonable, he could not count on it. Under the law he could be accused and prosecuted. One never knew. Times Change Out From Under Us 

You can call off trying to solve “Where’s Waldo?”. I found him today in my local Safeway in Paradise.

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America is a land of redemption; a Republic of Second Chances, isn’t it? It’s what makes us such a remarkable land. I have traveled the world over, as I’m sure you’ve ascertained, and what always strikes me is the existential and final nature of decisions, of situations in the lost corners of the world where you only ever get one opportunity – if you get one at all. One injection of money; maybe from a charity or a government program. One opportunity to study; one good harvest – maybe one loan, although not

RTWT @ Our Republic of Second Chances | Joel D. Hirst’s Blog

A powerful essayist, HIRST also wrote the definitive essay about the death of Venezuela in June of 2016:

No, national suicide is a much longer process – not product of any one moment. But instead one bad idea, upon another, upon another and another and another and another and the wheels that move the country began to grind slower and slower; rust covering their once shiny facades. Revolution – cold and angry. Hate, as a political strategy. Law, used to divide and conquer. Regulation used to punish. Elections used to cement dictatorship. Corruption bleeding out the lifeblood in drips, filling the buckets of a successive line of bureaucrats before they are destroyed, only to be replaced time and again.

RTWT @ — The Suicide of Venezuela Joel D. Hirst

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Corn-Pone Opinions by Mark Twain

FIFTY YEARS AGO, when I was a boy of fifteen and helping to inhabit a Missourian village on the banks of the Mississippi, I had a friend whose society was very dear to me because I was forbidden by my mother to partake of it. He was a gay and impudent and satirical and delightful young black man -a slave -who daily preached sermons from the top of his master’s woodpile, with me for sole audience. He imitated the pulpit style of the several clergymen of the village, and did it well, and with fine passion and energy. To me he was a wonder. I believed he was the greatest orator in the United States and would some day be heard from….

One of his texts was this:

“You tell me whar a man gits his corn pone, en I’ll tell you what his ‘pinions is.”….

I think Jerry was right, in the main, but I think he did not go far enough.

1. It was his idea that a man conforms to the majority view of his locality by calculation and intention. This happens, but I think it is not the rule.

2. It was his idea that there is such a thing as a first-hand opinion; an original opinion; an opinion which is coldly reasoned out in a man’s head, by a searching analysis of the facts involved, with the heart unconsulted, and the jury room closed against outside influences. It may be that such an opinion has been born somewhere, at some time or other, but I suppose it got away before they could catch it and stuff it and put it in the museum.

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Lollipops from the Labyrinth Cafe

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.

Do ya think? Teen says tattoo covering half his face is making it hard to find work 

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 asTrenton, 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 “€œPomodoro”€? What is the “€œliberal 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.”

 The Earliest Known Photos of 12 Major U.S Cities  

“Not for Human Consumption”

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


What we have been seeing worldwide, from India to the UK to the US, is the rebellion against the inner circle of no-skin-in-the-game policymaking “clerks” and journalists-insiders, that class of paternalistic semi-intellectual experts with some Ivy league, Oxford-Cambridge, or similar label-driven education who are telling the rest of us 1) what to do, 2) what to eat, 3) how to speak, 4) how to think… and 5) who to vote for.

But the problem is the one-eyed following the blind: these self-described members of the “intelligentsia” can’t find a coconut in Coconut Island, meaning they aren’t intelligent enough to define intelligence hence fall into circularities — but their main skill is capacity to pass exams written by people like them. With psychology papers replicating less than 40%, dietary advice reversing after 30 years of fatphobia, macroeconomic analysis working worse than astrology, the appointment of Bernanke who was less than clueless of the risks, and pharmaceutical trials replicating at best only 1/3 of the time, people are perfectly entitled to rely on their own ancestral instinct and listen to their grandmothers (or Montaigne and such filtered classical knowledge) with a better track record than these policymaking goons.

Indeed one can see that these academico-bureaucrats who feel entitled to run our lives aren’t even rigorous, whether in medical statistics or policymaking. They can’t tell science from scientism — in fact in their image-oriented minds scientism looks more scientific than real science. (For instance it is trivial to show the following: much of what the Cass-Sunstein-Richard Thaler types — those who want to “nudge” us into some behavior — much of what they would classify as “rational” or “irrational” (or some such categories indicating deviation from a desired or prescribed protocol) comes from their misunderstanding of probability theory and cosmetic use of first-order models.) They are also prone to mistake the ensemble for the linear aggregation of its components as we saw in the chapter extending the minority rule.

The Intellectual Yet Idiot is a production of modernity hence has been accelerating since the mid twentieth century, to reach its local supremum today, along with the broad category of people without skin-in-the-game who have been invading many walks of life. Why? Simply, in most countries, the government’s role is between five and ten times what it was a century ago (expressed in percentage of GDP). The IYI seems ubiquitous in our lives but is still a small minority and is rarely seen outside specialized outlets, think tanks, the media, and universities — most people have proper jobs and there are not many openings for the IYI.

Beware the semi-erudite who thinks he is an erudite. He fails to naturally detect sophistry.

The IYI pathologizes others for doing things he doesn’t understand without ever realizing it is his understanding that may be limited. He thinks people should act according to their best interests and he knows their interests, particularly if they are “red necks” or English non-crisp-vowel class who voted for Brexit. When plebeians do something that makes sense to them, but not to him, the IYI uses the term “uneducated”. What we generally call participation in the political process, he calls by two distinct designations: “democracy” when it fits the IYI, and “populism” when the plebeians dare voting in a way that contradicts his preferences. While rich people believe in one tax dollar one vote, more humanistic ones in one man one vote, Monsanto in one lobbyist one vote, the IYI believes in one Ivy League degree one-vote, with some equivalence for foreign elite schools and PhDs as these are needed in the club.

RTWT: AT The Intellectual Yet Idiot – INCERTO – Medium


A Declaration  by Robert Fulghum @ 80

1. I declare that I shall release the vice-grip of urgency and let go of Must Do, Must Get, Must Have, and Must Be. Compulsion doesn’t increase the quality of life.

2. I declare that the grass is not greener on the other side of the fence – it’s greenest where it’s watered – so when climbing daily fences, I will carry water. Or save the next fence for another day and just lie down on the grass I’ve got.

3. I declare that speed does not improve the quality of life, and the Way On is not the Interstate Highway but the inner-state of being present one day at a time.

4. I declare that it is true that life turns out best for the one who makes the best of the way life turns out. The key is improvisation in the face of the unexpected, which is always to be expected. A better name for that is surprise.

5. I declare that not knowing is the doorway into surprise and amazement. Ignorance is not a failing, it’s a ticket to ride.

6. I declare the truth that if there’s no rain, there’s no rainbows – that the lotus blossom only grows out of the mud – and that if there’s no shit, there’s no shinola.

7. I declare that what I have and what I am is what I would have wanted if I had thought this was possible long ago when I didn’t know what I wanted or who I was. Now I know what has become of me. I can laugh and keep going.

8. I declare a moratorium on worrying about how things will finally turn out – soon enough I will be what I once was – no one and nowhere – and I have been there before. No problem.

9. I declare the truth of the contradiction that I am forever alone and also forever as much a part of the universe as the most distant star. And I am not alone alone.

10. I declare that I finally accept the reality that the universe is working itself out as it should, and even if I never can comprehend that, it’s ok.

Declaration – Author Robert Fulghum


Saturday Review

World’s Biggest Super Soaker Packs a Mean Punch   Check out the record (and glass) shattering Super Soaker, measuring seven feet long. COMPLETE WITH an interview with the inventor of the Super Soaker.

Who says there’s no good news? Military Judge Gives Bowe Bergdahl A Lot Of Bad News

We drift in a sea of historical fraud. …Freeing the slaves was an easy solution if you didn’t have the problem. If you were a planter with a wife and three little girls, would you give up your house and subject your family to poverty, rape, robbery, and revenge from blacks? I am not asking whether you think they should have done it, but whether in the circumstances you would do it. Another way of putting it: For what moral cause would you, today, give up your job, house, and investments, and step on the sidewalk with your family?Fun with Slavery: Dark Spots in a Shining Sea of Twaddle | Fred On Everything

What To Do When Your Car Has Been Coated In Hagfish Slime

The Lies of Donald Trump’s Critics, and How They Shape His Many Personas  An in-depth analysis of the false allegations and misleading claims made against the 45th President since his inauguration.

 Check out this list of 50 roadside attractions: one for every single state. How many have you seen?

America is Not a Nation Ruled by Judges

A civil war is underway. Trump, like Lincoln, isn’t just fighting an elitist Democrat ruling class embedded in secessionist enclaves of gated communities surrounded by political plantations of minority poor.

What really scares me when I’m in America is picking up my luggage. If you’ve ever picked someone up from a flight, you know there’s no sort of scrutiny around who gets to walk in there. It’s like the TSA thinks the terrorists have some sort of death grudge against planes. So if we can keep them from getting on one, they won’t bother murdering a bunch of people clustered around baggage claim.7 Reasons the TSA Sucks (A Security Expert’s Perspective)

Notes from HuffPost visit to America     HuffPoser 1: Please, Earthling, um, person with a rouge connection between head and torso, interact with me verbally so that I may better acquaint myself with your ignorance, cultural depravity, and your political superstitions.

The Church of Modern Lunacy Notice the feminine language. They want to “welcome and affirm” trannies into their churches. I’d like these guys to point to the passage in the Bible that covers men who like to play dress up or people so mentally unbalanced they believe their sex organs are imaginary. Ministering to the mentally ill has a place in a church, but that’s not what they are saying. They want to make mutilating people a sacrament. Imagine being forced to embrace this sort of madness. It is no wonder the sane clergy are leaving.

The Japanese: Nuked too much or not enough? Kosuke Saito, from Osaka Japan, has been collecting Amazon cardboard boxes ever since 2008.  The Fascinating Life of a Japanese Amazon Box Collector

The Great Day-Care Sexual-Abuse Panic A generation of preschoolers had been subject to all manner of sexual degradation and physical abuse, including rape; small animals had been ritually sacrificed and children fed their blood; there had been field trips to local cemeteries to dig up corpses. Peggy McMartin Buckey was accused of “drilling” the limbs of students, and her 26-year-old son was alleged to have levitated inside the schoolhouse.

For 250 years, people have spotted the Flying Dutchman, the phantom ship doomed to sail the Seven Seas forever

A topography of torment. Mapping Dante’s Inferno, One Circle of Hell at a Time

The best size for homes Small Homes | Cool Tools

A Tiny House in Missouri Was Inexplicably Stolen and Driven to Kansas     It was found over 90 miles away from its original location.

A Guy Fieri Bathing Suit Exists and It’s as Terrifying as it Sounds Behold the fierce boner-wilting reality!

The Dread Gorgon:    As he strikes off Medusa’s head with his sword, two creatures are born from her bloodied neck: an undistinguished warrior named Chrysaor, who (as his Greek name suggests) possessed a golden sword; and, more impressively, the winged horse Pegasus.

“People like Franz Kline and Jackson Pollock and de Kooning sometimes do get amazing qualities that give me a kick in the tail to really let go. But I think a painting is undigested if you leave it in the state of just chaos. I like that first, wild impulse to be there, underneath, but pulled back into clarity.” Why Andrew Wyeth’s Art – Once Derided – Has Outlived His Critics

“Batshit insane.”   Transgender Men in Women’s Showers Must Get ‘Dignity and Respect,’ Says U.S. Army

Three hundred feet in the air, Mauli Dhan dangles on a bamboo rope ladder, surveying the section of granite he must climb to reach his goal: a pulsing mass of thousands of Himalayan giant honeybees. They carpet a crescent-shaped hive stretching almost six feet below a granite overhang. The bees are guarding gallons of a sticky, reddish fluid known as mad honey, which, thanks to its hallucinogenic properties, sells on Asian black markets for $60 to $80 a pound—roughly six times the price of regular Nepali honey. The Last Death-Defying Honey Hunter of Nepal

There’s nothing like the welfare state. Really, nothing like it at all. In Pilibhi, Uttar Pradesh, people send off their old members of the family in to forests as a tiger prey to get compensation in lakhs from government.  Sending elderly to forests as tiger prey for compensation from government is as savage as it can get 

“I’m sorry slavery happened, conceptually.  It’s reprehensible our predecessors singled out a particular group in such a fashion.  But I’m not sorry because I don’t owe anyone anything but personal respect based on their behavior today – not the historical nature of their existence in this nation. Sorry, Not Sorry – Maggie’s Farm

Juno Captures Close-Up Views of Jupiter’s Great Red Spot

Who Done It? Bueller/ Bueller? New York Woman Raped by Five Men After Leaving Church And, of course, no descriptions were given because who knows what thoughts that might lead to.

“The strong do as they will. The weak suffer what they must. And this is law.” And of course it is in Muslim countries where most if present day slavery survives. But if you truly adopt cultural relativism, you have no intellectual basis for rejecting slavery. The strong do as they will, and the weak suffer what they must. Before Western Civilization; Sowing the Wind

I arrived on the second day of creation. Laurie Barge had invited me to spend the day in her lab, modeling the origin of life. Can We Recreate Evolution?

Why Is Coffee So Expensive? Who cares? It’s a drug. Get it in your body…..

Meanwhile, back in my part of the world….

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“With the advent of the “Palestinian cause” becoming chic in Western, European, and Liberal circles being infected by virus has once more become acceptable to exhibit socially.”

Antisemitism is not a sign, a symbol, a bullet or a gas. It is a Virus. It is the oldest known virus to infest the human soul. In those infected, the virus is clever enough to mask it’s existence by renaming itself as “anti-Zionism.” Through the renaming of this ancient disease as a “political problem,” infected souls can transmit the virus to their friends, families. They can spread their disease at their schools and in their their community, church, or nation. The virus is also transmitted by exchanging infected fantasies with infected ideologues. By changing it’s name the disease made it possible for many to deny that they have contracted the virus, and that their souls are chancre-ridden and rotting. This facilitates the current outbreak.

Yes, antisemitism is a clever virus and this shape-shifting is one of its oldest methods of perpetuating itself. Like other viruses currently feasting on humans, this one always has a pleasure principle associated with it. It feels good to get it and we live in the plague years of “If it feels good, do it.” Those whose moral immune systems have been previously compromised by other pleasure-born diseases have souls which are particularly susceptible to this virus.

The origin of the virus is unknown, but many suspect the area to be Bablyon and Sumur with an early leap across borders into Egypt. It was later transmitted through not-so-casual contact to much of the world by traders out of Northern Africa and the Roman Empire.

During the period following the fall of Rome, the virus found traction in early Christianity as a common carrier. In this host it thrived, and was able to survive and spread for many centuries. Of late, many parts of Christianity, now that it has become fragmented, have rejected the virus and those who host it, but strains of the virus can still be found at the center of many subsets of the Christian faith today.

Islam, of course, is the not-that-new major religion to not only host the virus, but to celebrate being infected with it, and to actively take measures to make sure that, within the body of Islam, the virus can thrive and expand. What to do about this new and virulent strain of the virus is something that is now consuming a great deal of the attention and treasure of Western Civilization.

In the past, treatment of the virus involved the application of large amounts of steel and fire, but this age is still experimenting with targeted surgery of the infected parts of Islam to see if a less Draconian cure is possible. Recent events confirm that this sort of microsurgery will probably be ineffective since the virus seems to have become the host.

Flare-ups of the virus have been common across Europe throughout the last 2 millennia, but an overwhelming series of eruptions in Europe from England through the lands controlled by the USSR, required a global intervention before the conflagration was deemed to be put out. This, of course was an illusion, since like the root burns engendered by forest fires, it only smoldered underground in the human and social hosts for decades before erupting once again in the vast Petri dish of the Middle East.

With the advent of the “Palestinian cause” becoming chic in Western, European, and Liberal circles — driven at first by Socialist Progressive romanticism in the late 1960s and early 1970s — being infected by virus has once more become acceptable to exhibit socially in certain ways. Indeed, in many circles and societies, having the virus has lately become a highly prized fashion accessory to popular academic, media, and state ideologies. It is now actually a badge of pride in many Western circles to appear at various events wearing gold-plated buboes inset with multi-faceted Kaposi’s sarcoma that contain the virus at their core. Many now believe this intellectual adornment to actually be beautiful.

In a recent mutation, the virus has shown that it can leap the blood/brain barrier and actually infect Jews — if they feel safe within their “advanced” society. The current term for this mutation is “Juicebox Mafia” in which self-styled “intellectuals” of Jewish lineage actually feel it is “intelligent” to call for a world in which it is easier for Arabs and other Islamic groups to kill Jews wholesale. This sort of strange host to the virus is replacing the previous host termed “the self-hating Jew.” The reason for the rise of the Juicebox Mafia is unclear, but it may well have to do with desires for celebrity and paychecks that exceed the desire to live.

The virus, because it is an ancient and clever virus, can lie dormant for years, and like HIV, can mutate around a lot of therapies designed to destroy it.

As noted above, in the recent past, it has been shown that large doses of steel and fire can eradicate the virus in some populations, but only for a time. A cure is promised, but seems to be always delayed. The only measures that work are, at best, prophylactic. Another strategy is strict monitoring to prevent the spread of the virus. This seemed to be holding the virus at bay for decades. Lately, however, this method has broken down. The virus, like terrorism, has recently been able to piggy-back on the world-circling data-stream, and infect individuals and groups previously deemed immune. The current strain has indeed become so virulent that large blocks of Jewish people, in Europe, America and even Israel, have become infested.

As history demonstrates, there is no immunity to be had from the virus. The only strategy that seems to work is abstinence. This is accomplished by a rigorous rejection of all attempts by the virus to establish itself within an individual host. Constant monitoring and the suppression through education or other means of outbreaks in groups or ideologies or nations is also required.

Since the virus has been present in human hosts for well over 4,000 years, hopes for eradication in our lifetime are slim. Hopes for eradication in the future are better in civilized countries if, and only if, members of the generations now living and infected with the virus become dedicated to not passing it on to future generations. The virus is found nowhere else in nature except within the human host. If it is denied transmission to the young, it can be eliminated from the world in three generations. If… but only if.

Outlook? Not favorable.


The Right Fool for the Right Job

“No problem. I’ve done this thousands of times….”

Every time I think that mankind really is “the crown of creation,” something like this comes along to confirm we’re just God’s experiment with “the smart monkey” to see if He can better monologue material for “The Eternity Show:”

A man has been severely injured after attempting to loosen a stiff wheel-nut on his car by blasting it with a shotgun. The 66-year-old American shot the wheel from arm’s length with a 12-gauge shotgun and was peppered with ricocheting buckshot and debris. According to a sheriff’s office report, he was taken to Tacoma General Hospital with severe but not life threatening injuries. His legs, feet and abdomen were worst affected, but some injuries went as high as his chin.
The man had been repairing a Lincoln Continental for about two weeks at his home near Southworth in Washington state, about ten miles from Seattle. He had successfully removed all but one wheel-nut on the right rear wheel and resorted to firepower out of sheer frustration on Saturday afternoon. — Man hurt after blasting wheel with shotgun

How I would have loved to have been listening in on that thought process:

“One damn nut to go…. just one. Just fit this lug wrench over the nut, and t…w….i….s…t, and…..”


“ARRRRGH! SHIT! Barked the knuckle…. no problem…. just get this big Visegrip and lock it down…. there…. now just whack the sucker with this small sledge hammer and…..”



Deep measured breathing and slowly rising wrothful rumblings ensue as the afflicted limps and hobbles about the shop.

“That’s it. THAT’S IT! You sombitch nut. You’re COMING OFF BABY! OFF! Time for the BIG GUNS!…. Guns? Yes, that’s it. I’ll just BLOW THIS MOTHER OFF!

“Git that shotgun out of the cabinet. That’s it. Load both chambers. Saves time. Won’t be effing around this time. Got to get in close. Get that barrel right on the steel nut which is on the steel wheel which is on the steel axle which is on the steel car…. and…. stand at an angle so that there won’t be any chance of ricochet and just s..q..e..e..z..e off a round and….”


And then a silence over which we hear a slowly rising siren and the a small voiceover saying, “I wonder if they’ve got Monster Garage on the hospital’s cable system….”


Lolling About in the Labyrinth

Cue Monty Python’s Upper-Class Twit of the Year sketch…. We Just Passed Prince Charles’s 96-Month Deadline to Save The World From ‘Ecosystem Collapse’  

Too many corporations, even internet companies, haven’t internalized the realities of this new world. The same technology that enables them to garner millions of eyeballs for their content also empowers smaller fry, who can turn those eyeballs against them if they put a foot wrong. How Zillow Became an Internet Villain: Targeting McMansion Hell – Bloomberg

College writing center: Proper grammar perpetuates ‘racist,’ ‘unjust language structure’ –    The University of Washington, Tacoma’s Writing Center now instructs students that expecting proper grammar from others perpetuates racism and “unjust language structures.”

An excerpt from the song “Au clair de la lune”, originally recorded as a phonautogram on paper. As of May 2009, this is believed to be the oldest recognizable recording of a human voice in existence. According to the remasterers, the lyrics sung are the first lines of the second stanza “Au clair de la lune, Pierrot répondit” (Under the moonlight, Pierrot replied).

Don’t expect Dark side of the Moon production here – remember, we’re talking first recordings ever made.The interesting thing is that the recording was never intended to be played back – or at least the technology to play it back was never imagined at the time.It was recorded by a “phonautograph”, which etches waveforms onto paper. French inventor Edouard-Leon Scott de Martinville built the device, which uses a diaphragm that responds to sound to etch the lines onto paper via the soot from an oil lamp. First and earliest Recording ever made – the phonautograph

Effles –    “A hat is not food. A man has a dog. Is this my finger or your finger?”

Apple Cider Vinegar Dish Soap Fly Trap | Cool Tools

What ever you do, don’t order the fish and chips: Breast Implant Found In Utensil Holder At Texas Strip Club

Sadly, no. No, Scientists Did Not Just Prove That Smelling Food Makes You Fat

Amazon AI Made To Design Phone Cases Hilariously Malfunctions, Fills Store With 31,000 Products Like These 

My Handy Design had created thousands of phone cases displaying everything from marinated herring rolls to cocaine, and customers were having a field day in the reviews.

Amtrak Could Make Taking The Train As Uncomfortable As Flying – Consumerist

W.T.F. Japan: Top 5 unique Japanese toilet functions These features will make you flush with excitement.

Meet the Doctor Who Refuses to Stop Prescribing Opioids to Pain Patients –   [Tennant was] the first doctor to say, ‘our goal is to relieve your pain.'”

The Basic Formula For Every Shocking Russia/Trump Revelation

Gutfeld: Scarborough Leaving GOP ‘An Enema’ – ‘Trump’s Victory Owes a Lot to Joe’ Indulging Him –    “Joe calls it an exit, but for Republicans, it’s really an enema. Talk about draining the swamp. This guy was so inside, he sneezes pollywogs. He played both sides like a teenager with his favorite record, but thankfully, not Joe’s.”

Tucker Carlson And Mark Steyn Laugh At CNN On Their Trump Jr. Russia Hysteria – YouTube

Don’t get your hopes up: No, a Huge Asteroid Probably Won’t Wipe out Humanity


The Elites Have No Idea What Is Coming

What does it feel like to have your media empire, carefully built on seething disdain, reprehensible deeds and kissed backsides, crumble before your very eyes because people no longer want to swallow its poison? What is it like to have people spit at you in the street when for all your life, you imagined yourself to be nothing short of royalty? How does it feel to suddenly realize your callous words and evil actions have been carefully logged and that you will face responsibility for every single one? I wouldn’t know. But they will soon find out….. The panic is there, as real as it is crippling. And the most interesting part is that the middlemen are hesitant to inform their masters of what’s going on, in fear of getting thrown to the wolves. Desperate to hold on whatever scraps of power they have, they’d rather go down with the ship slowly than be tossed overboard as ballast. For them, there is no life outside ivory towers, and these very towers are about to go down in flames. -– Return Of Kings

Endangered species. Soon to be reclassified as extinct.


Walking the Dead Diamond Labyrinth

The Dr. Seuss-Like Topiaries of San Francisco Photographed by Kelsey McClellan | Colossal

How Deep Can You Dig a Hole?  It all depends on the temperature you can take.

Why would you fire 700 rounds on full auto from an M249 SAW with a suppressor on it, in one continuous burst, no less? Do or do not, I always say. There is no why.Do, or Do Not. There Is No Why – BSBFB

Introducing CÜCK — a new furniture assembly service from IKEA. IKEA, Inc. has built a nationwide team of over 900 young, vigorous, and blonde Swedish men to satisfy the furniture needs of America’s wives. Whether your husband fails to construct a MALM, FJELLSE, or even a FLURG, you can rest easy knowing there’s a Swede one phone call away who can give you what you want. CÜCK – The New Furniture Assembly Service From IKEA

Oldest madeira collection found in New Jersey museum Workers renovating Liberty Hall Museum at Kean University in Union, New Jersey, discovered a rare collection of Madeira wines, some dating back to Colonial times. Museum staff knew the Kean family had wine storage shelves in the cellar, but they were obscured by a plaster and plywood wall built during Prohibition. When workers broke through the wall and the locked wooden cage behind it, they found a collection of 18th and 19th century wines far larger than they realized. There are three cases containing more than 50 bottles of Madeira, the oldest of which date to 1796. The attic held an unexpected wine cache as well, not in bottles but in 42 demijohns dating to the 1820s. It’s the oldest and largest known collection of Madeira in the United States.

How to Safely Clear Your Home | Now we’re going to slice the pie. This time your pivot point will be right dab in the middle of the doorway. Sidestep in a semicircular path around the pivot point until you get to the other side of the doorframe. When you cross the fatal funnel during your pie slicing, pick up the pace. You want to spend as little time there as possible.

The Novelty and Excess of American Design During the Jazz Age

4 Trifling Conversations American Women Love To Have That Fry Your Brain –     Seriously, you don’t need to have a 15 minute conversation about your “craft burger.” It’s a piece of meat with lettuce, tomato, onions, and ketchup—the ketchup is one step above Heinz so therefore it can now be called “craft”. There’s a piece of bread around all of it, with some potatoes on the side. No, just because they sprinkled a little bit of Parmesan cheese on them does not make them “craft french fries”. End of discussion.

The Curious Case of Ronald Opus A medical examiner receives the body of a man called Ronald Opus who has been killed by a shotgun blast to the head. Upon further examination it’s revealed that Opus was killed in mid-air while committing suicide. A note was found near Ronald’s body indicating that he was despondent and planned on taking his own life by leaping off the top of a 10 story building.

Important Political Weather Report: Unprecedented Liberal Smugness Warning

If the public leaders of conservatism prefer to hang around degenerates like Bill Maher, rather than fight for the causes they claim to champion, why would anyone follow them? Why Conservatism Died | The Z Blog

Pastry mastermind Dominique Ansel debuts a summer cone in Japan’s Omotesando with grilled corn on the cob topped with caramel sweet corn soft serve and caramel corn. Just take all of our yen. The World’s Most Outrageous Ice Cream Cones – Chowhound

One More Time Girls, alcohol is not your friend: “Woman, 27, is sentenced to eight months home detention for drunkenly groping 19-year-old passenger, licking her ear and straddling her on an Alaskan Airlines flight as she exclaimed that she wanted to ‘F***'” Daily Mail Online


“Waffle House is like eating a little bit of dirt when you’re a kid. Makes you strong. Builds up your immune system. You ever been in a Waffle House? The floor is always slidey. I’m not talkin’ about the kitchen floor. I’m talkin’ about the minute you walk in.”

Waffle House occupies a special place in American life. It is the last to shut down and first to open in a natural disaster. In fact, even FEMA relies on Waffle House to reveal whether the population has at least some access to food. It is magnificent in being a major employer of ex-convicts, people who have a hard time getting any job at all. It’s the first employment stop for many when they leave the pen.

Hilariously Truthful Defense of Waffle House Goes Viral


Mirror Mirror

Those damn Chinese commies are at it again! We all know that the omnipresent tag on goods “Made in China” means cheaper, shoddier, and at times dangerous to small animals, children, morons and democrats. But since cheaper trumps shoddy and risky, we swipe the debit card and take them away regardless of what may be their hidden intent, which is to undermine the American way of life. Nowhere is this more apparent than in that most insidious product now coming out of the slave cloning pens of Peking and roboticized neuro-protein vats of the Matrix caverns beneath the Gobi desert, the Chinese mirror.

It seems that, when I wasn’t looking, secret Chinese agents replaced my trusted and faithful American bathroom mirrors with a mirror “Made in China.” It is a hideous substitution and one that would go unnoticed except for the fact that from time to time I look in my mirror for this or that grooming ritual. When I do I know that the mirror has become a Chinese mirror because the effect is immediately and consistently horrifying. Briefly put, the person in the mirror is someone that does not resemble me at all. I don’t know how he got in my mirror but he’s got to go.

Like all of us, I have a perfectly good idea of what I look like in my mind’s eye. It is, indeed, so perfect that I haven’t had any good reason to renovate it for over thirty years. Unlike the Chinese mirrors in my house, my mind’s eye knows that I have a well-cut chin, assertive full-face and sharp in profile. It does not add the two or three secondary chins that the Chinese mirror, through some Fu Manchu optical magic, slaps on.

In my mind, I am quite safe in the knowledge that my brow is unfurrowed and that the lines around my eyes are only there for a brief moment during laughter. The Chinese mirror seems, especially in the morning, to be able to carve in the brow lines with a dull chain saw and make the lines around the eyes resemble the cracks seen in ill-maintained Dutch portraits from the age of Rembrandt. How the Chinese manage timed optics in ordinary cheap mirrors is beyond me, but they probably stole it from an American inventor and professional sadist.

Another power of the cheap Chinese mirror is the ability to actually amplify gravity. I know to a certainty that my face is as it was 30 years ago (the last time I really checked) well structured and taut as a snare drum in a high school marching band. The Chinese mirror in my bathroom seems to emit some sort of force field that actually makes it appear that my face has fallen towards the center of the earth. If a Chinese mirror can do that to my face I hate to think of what the similar technology could do to the fighters and bombers of the USAF. Not only that but the mirror can also puff one’s face outward while dropping it at the same time. Sheer twisted genius!

Finally, the Chinese mirror, through some sort of uncanny symbiosis between its fun-house surface and advanced microchips grown in the organ banks of Chinese prisons, actually has the power to project brown age spots onto my skin and have them follow me around in the mirror no matter how I twist and turn my face. Very spooky and very persistent since no matter how much I scrub my face and the mirror the spots seem to stay exactly where the mirror places them on first glance in the morning.

I’ve considered scrapping the Chinese mirror and spending the monumental sums that a high-quality French mirror would cost so that I could see myself again as I know I am, but I am a cheap bastard and have decided not to give the French the money or the Chinese the satisfaction. I’ve looked around for an American mirror but I’ve discovered there are only two areas of the country that manufacture them any more; five blocks in the West Village near “The Ramrod,” and the Castro District in San Francisco. Made by the Rainbow Glass Blowers and known as The Dorian Gray in New York and The Oscar Wilde in the Castro, the mirrors ar more affordable but do no reflect you as you are but only as you would be if you were more fabulous.

Since I’m now about as fabulous as I get I’m sticking with the lying, cheating Chinese mirror.

But I do have some standards.

I recently crossed a picket line of impossibly rich progressive busybodies at Walmart and bought a full length Chinese mirror. I did so because of complaints that it was impossible in my house to see if what one was wearing matched one’s accessories. Why seeing yourself full-length before going out is important I don’t really understand. I’ve always thought that if you have your shirt, shoes, boxers and pants on you’re pretty much good to go. (Socks optional.) Nevertheless I am reliably informed by GynoAmericans of all persuasions that a full-length mirror is something no home should be without.

So, I broke down and got the full-length Chinese mirror from the Walmart toxic waste dump department, carried it home and installed it in my closet where it seemed it would do the most good.

It did not occur to me that this mirror, being four times the size of the bathroom Chinese mirror, would have four times the power. Indeed, it seems to have the power of teleportation. I say this because the very next morning when I opened the closet to dress I discovered that the mirror had somehow brought into my home a strange man who seemed, in the midsection at least, to be six months pregnant.

That mirror and the stranger it held is now in the recycling bin marked “Hazardous Waste.” Me? I’m writing to some contacts at Disney to see if I can get one of those Mirror Mirror On the Wall items from Snow White. After all, if it worked for the Queen….


Thoughts While Waking, Showering and Shaving


Rap On, Rap On, Voltaire, Rousseau

BEING NO LONGER COMPELLED to follow every trend of pop music, I missed the moment when the ability to actually sing was removed as a basic requirement for performance, adulation and success. This is not to say I was deaf to the merger of street-corner doo-wop with “doing the dozens” that occurred somewhere during the time when break-dancing on stained cardboard was the money-raising rage on New York streets. Neither was I deaf to the Punk Rock triumph when the ability to play the electric guitar well was deemed to exist once one had learned three, and only three, chords. Nor did I neglect to notice the rise of Rap from it’s origin in failed grammar classes in our more deeply disturbed schools of the inner cities.

But everyone has to sleep sometime and while I was sleeping it seems that the ability to sing was tossed out right behind the three chords. The result, if various television and radio spots and commercials are to be credited, is that pop music has become the apotheosis of affirmative entertainment action. No talent other than an obsessive logorrhea of doggerel seems to be required. Song itself has been effectively banished. In its place we see raised up those video hymns to the overpaid underclass such as the ghastly stereotype-soaked Growing Up Hip Hop (Meet the Cast)

Pose and volume seem to be the major requirements. In essence, what we are hearing when we listen to Rap seems to be a rasping scrawling on the eardrums. It parallels what we see when we look at the scrawl of graffiti on the side of abandoned buildings or the freight trains that roll about the countryside. There was a time when the more demented intellectuals among us, Norman Mailer comes to mind, lauded graffiti as something equal to painting. It wasn’t, of course, and soon fell back into the second-level of folk or outsider art status that its languishes in today. Could it be that Rap, emitted without melody or talent in a kind of “any number can play” musical lotto is merely aural graffiti with a bigger paycheck attached? Or am I just not hearing it?

Perhaps not, but it can’t be overlooked that the removal the requirement of innate and trained talent in music (i.e. the ability to carry a tune) parallels the removal of the requirements for innate and trained talent in all the other arts. In a way, the apotheosis of Rap only underscores the melding of all the arts into a system which worships and promotes the most basic elements of raw, daubing “creativity” — all mushed down into our current reigning form of an easeful art of no ability. In any case, it seems to me that the current tsunami of rap only confirms the strange habit of a people richer than any in history using their wealth and free time to elevate junk into art and degrade art into garbage.

All You Need Is Not Love
MORE AND BIGGER BEDROOMS WILL DO NICELY, THANK YOU. At some point, probably before it was written, the inner meaning of the rock anthem “All You Need is Love” was more properly understood as “All Your Need Is Orgasm.” The problem is that orgasms by their very nature fade quickly leaving one needing yet another orgasm to fill “all you need”. Failing to find that in your current love — for a month or so — you are compelled by “all you need” to wander off in the endless search for this most fleeting of all love’s effects . To wander off in search of something always “better;” a better orgasm or, at the least, a better house with a better bedroom so that friends and family can assume better orgasms are happing right on schedule, and all the time.

No Judgments? Is That Really That Cool?
IT IS LITTLE WONDER that Christian Fundamentalism is so deeply reviled in a knee-jerk reaction among the secular elite. Every aspect of Fundamentalism denounces and reveals the shabby nature of the Transcendent religion of the self that the elite has worshiped for decades. Chief among these is the “No Judgments” aspect of secular religion — moral relativism — “No judgments” is a habit of mind that rose out of the widespread abuse of hallucinogenic drugs in the late 60s through the 70s — “Who am I to judge?” was a common intellectual hallucination brought on by the tendency of the mystery molecule to reduce the senses to one rolling undifferentiated wave. Agreement on the fact that there could be no real agreement was an easy agreement to reach. It then, over the years, grew into the philosophies and polices and laws that celebrated an endless and debilitating worship of American diversity over American unity. Fundamentalism in its time took hold of this weak assertion and judged it as gravely wanting.

Yes, Marijuana is a Gateway Drug
ONE OF THE FAVORITE arguments for the legalization of marijuana is that it is not a “Gateway Drug” as the opponents to legalization assert. Well, that depends on what the meaning of Gateway is. If you mean that marijuana leads one to crave other more harmful and serious drugs by its effect on the nervous system, you are most certainly wrong. Marijuana, while the use may become habitual in itself, does not compel one to seek out other drugs in the search for an ever increasing high any more than beer drinking automatically leads one to downing a pint of Tequila in straight shots of an evening only to rise in the morning in search of another shot. In each case the gateway leads not to abuse in the drugs themselves, but into a lifestyle where the abuse of drugs is the norm. While it is true that the vast majority can use marijuana for nothing other than an idle stimulant in idle moments, a not insubstantial minority cannot resist moving through the gateway to the use of other far less benign drugs.

Down with Irony
IN “THE LONG MARCH,” Roger Kimball writes “One measure of the change wrought by this cultural offensive is the fact that even now, thirty or more years on, it is nearly impossible for anyone with a college education to speak of ‘the American way of life’ without irony.” Is this true? Is it not possible to travel outwards from the armed hamlets of academia and urban liberalism and find the tokens, symbols and spaces of the American way of life one can write of in the affirmative?


Boomer Anthems: Rolling Stones — Not Fade Away

Early Rolling Stones. VERY early.

My love a-bigger than a Cadillac
I try to show it and you drive a-me back
Your love for me a-got to be real
For you to know just how I feel
A love for real not fade away
A love that’s love – not fade away
A well, a-love that’s love – not fade away


Reporter’s Notebook

“Christianity, if false, is of no importance, and if true, is of infinite importance. The one thing it cannot be is moderately important.” – CS Lewis


Your Lied-To Eyes: The Orb and the Big Picture

Remember this well-circulated shot from Trump’s visit to Saudi Arabia last month?  Might make you think of some secret ritual done in the dark far away from any witnesses. The Internet certainly thought so and made no end of memes and articles discussing the dark, dark meaning of the glowing orb.

So was it a secret ritual in a hidden desert cave? Not exactly.

Here’s what the glowing orb Trump touched in Saudi Arabia actually was

In reality, Trump had touched the globe as part of an inauguration ceremony for the Global Center for Combatting Extremist Ideology in Ridyah, Saudi Arabia on Sunday. Together, the three leaders placed their hands on the globe to start a film about the center.The newly-opened center has a large TV wall displaying ongoing extremist activity and aims to come together to stop the spread of violent extremism, the Saudi Gazette reports. It will be used to monitor potential threats of terrorism and, through the help of experts, reveal and confront extremist speech.

As it turns out this picture….

was only a smidgen of this picture.

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Boomer Anthems: The Stroll

Shown here on a local television dance show in Idaho in February 1958. Local teens dance to one of the biggest dance crazes out of the late-1950’s called The Stroll, which originated from American Bandstand.

This dance was performed in a line formed with boys on one side and girls on the other, creating an aisle between them. The boy and girl in the front of the line would meet up in the middle, grab hands and stroll their way down the line, as the other kids in the line would move their way up to the front using the same dance steps that the couple moving down the line would use, but moving from side to side instead. When the first couple made their way down the line, another couple would meet in the middle and stroll down the aisle.