Pimpin’ her out to the master
Somehow though, I’m not 100% comfortable conflating the horror of Hollywood starlets “forced” to watch Harvey the Prev pleasure himself in the shower with the story Oprah related of “a woman named Recy Taylor who was raped at gunpoint in 1944 by six white males as she walked home from church in Alabama.” But I guess that’s what Hollywood does: makes everyone else’s story all about them. MOTUS A.D.
Hard to say exactly what she can do, but Drudge seems to feel that mouth can carry on one Democratic White House tradition.
Thai men THIRST for at least two more inches of white privilege: Thai penis whitening fad drives social media nuts
In this crazed historical moment, Ambassador Nikki Haley is, as usual, a voice of sanity. She responds to George Stephanopoulos’s faux concerns about the president. Notable quote: “Having been governor, now an ambassador, I’m always amazed at the lengths people will go to to lie for money and for power.” Power Line
Notice something missing recently? “Leaks”…. Most of the direct (“small group”) FBI (CoIntel), DOJ (NatSec Division) and Special Counsel co-conspirators are only able to talk amid themselves. They know by now they are being monitored and they have strong suspicion the size of the surveillance upon them. [Hi guys.] No-one else is willing to put themselves at risk now. Congressional allies now view the small group as carrying a legal ebola virus. Contact is now a risk. The Silence of The Shams… | The Last Refuge
Germans –Doing the content burning others won’t do: One thing is very clear: Content moderators, such as those in Essen and Berlin, will be in increasing demand in the future. Mark Zuckerberg recently announced that Facebook intended to increase the number of content moderators worldwide from 10,000 to 20,000. Companies such as Arvato and CCC could therefore likely soon receive more contracts. A Visit to Facebook’s Recently Opened Center for Deleting Content
When Will the World End? I know with complete certainty when the world will end. It will end on June 28, 1914. Had Archduke Franz Ferdinand lived, we would almost certainly inhabit a better world. There would have been no war; he was the leader of the peace party in Vienna. Without the vast civilizational catastrophe that was World War I, the West would not have lost faith in itself, its culture, and religion. Instead of cultural Marxism, we could still have Christian, conservative monarchy as the West’s leading paradigm. I doubt the House of Hapsburg, which had twice repelled the Moslem hordes from the gates of Vienna, would have opened those gates to more than a million Islamic migrants.
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I bought a Harley, of sorts, back in 1974 and I was 19 at the time.
Hanging around a marina waiting for them to finish up welding a lower unit for an Evinrude inboard/outboard engine my dad and I were rebuilding I spotted a cardboard box in a fenced in area in the back lot. Inspection showed it to contain Harley parts and a frame close by. I asked the owner about it and he said $500 and I could take it home. I went to the house and told my dad and he got all wobbly and handed me 5 crisp C-notes from his wallet. Back at the house we found the box, and 3 other boxes that went with it, contained parts from 3 old Harley’s with most of the parts going to a 49 Knucklehead. So that’s what we built. Took about 3 months from boxes to running but still had a ways to go.
With my dad next to me on his 69 Harley and me driving the 49 we headed down Gladiolus Blvd to the state inspection station to get it inspected, registered, and tagged. Going into the first curve just east of Harlem Heights the 49 locked tight at about 60 mph. If it had been the front wheel things would have gotten nasty quick but since it was the rear wheel a skid spontaneously started about the same time 20 mph were knocked off causing me to slide up onto the tank and losing my balance. The sides of the road curved down steeply and that’s where I ended up, at the bottom of the easement with both me and the bike tore up. Leaving the 49 there I rode home with my dad and got patched up then we took the truck back and picked it up and brought it home.
Under close inspection we found the engine had seized. We had spent I don’t know how many hours putting that engine together the right way. A machine shop was commissioned to blueprint the crankshaft, plane the block, barrels and heads, port and relieve the valves, etc. The barrels were bored .30 over and new pistons and wrist pins were installed. It ran really good.
As we tried to determine what went wrong, I discovered that in the bottom of the external oil tank was a small pipe leading to a pipe that fed the engine. In the bottom of that tank was a double edged razor blade that I presumed a previous owner had used to scrape off a gasket and it had fallen it. The slot in the razor blade was where the oil flowed through and in it’s limited quantity it had quickly caused the engine to heat up, swell, and seize. As this happened very quickly and was shut down very quickly the damage was minimal. No galling of the piston skirts or any of that stuff. All gaskets were removed with close attention spent on gasket removing tools and materials, and replaced and several trips around the block after assembly showed everything was alright. We got the thing registered.
After a few days of continuous rain my dad and I set out for a semi-long haul on his 69 and my 49 to see what we could see. Knowing that this thing was a beast of over 100 hp and because of it’s 2 alternating cylinders (thump, thump, thump, thump) and under the advice of a friend I installed “titty grips” that allowed the hands to sort of “hover” over the surface of the grips affording a little bit of comfort.
“It wasn’t easy. You got the whole media, the whole world, trashing him. And he didn’t just ‘barely’ win, he spanked Hillary. The man actually took a paycut to become president.”
In the next few weeks all working Americans are going to notice that the one number they all know –sum of the money in their paychecks after withholding — will be more than it was at this time last year. And money in the check after taxes is the money that everybody notices. More money equals (Dare I say it?) WINNNNNNNNNNNING!
It’s vacuum-packed in a can like Spam. The external markings on Kul’s model indicate the bag was part of a U.S. Air Force contract. The contract number is difficult to run down, but it appears the sleeping bag was part of a contract for 1950s-era F-84F Thunderstreak jet fighters. That makes sense since the bag, sealed in a can, is clearly meant to be used only in emergencies.
Why would the U.S. military pack sleeping bags in metal cans? Goose down is compressible, but it’s also really difficult to get all the moisture out of a down bag if it gets wet (unlike modern nylon shells). If an emergency sleeping bag gets wet in storage you might not notice for years, and by the time you really, really need it you could be left with a mildewy mess. Thus the impenetrable metal can.
Parody Excerpt from the “Trump’s Just Crazy” book believed to be real by NeverTrumpers across social media last week.
Trump owns the media — lock, stock and barrel. He lives in their heads. And make no mistake, their hatred for Trump is real. And if YOU support Trump — they hate you too. And laughably these pompous-ass elite blowhards claim Donald Trump is the biggest idiot on the planet yet he keeps kicking their asses. — Joe Dan Gorman, Hillbilly Rocket Scientist for the 21st Century
We Have A New Prime Number, And It’s 23 Million Digits Long But you can make it shorter by counting by twos.
Witches’ tits not immune. Hospitals Across Maine Report Epidemic of Chipped Nipples – New Maine News aka “hyperextreme nipple glaciation”
“Being a social justice warrior is tough work. But you’re welcome that I’m out to vigilantly protect the world from everybody but me. As long as my keyboard is in front of me, I can say anything to anyone without consequence. Its like I take on the virtues of cancer.”
You talkin’ about “sexual harassment?” This is sexual harassment.
What a piece of work is a woman!….
In form and moving how express and admirable!
In action how like an Angel!
In apprehension how like a goddess!
The beauty of the world!
The paragon of animals!
You talkin’ about “what’s up with the weather?” This is what’s up with the weather.
On the greatest chocolate-chip cookie in the known universe, with recipe….
The Critical American Issue of the Day
This issue is not, as many would have you believe, whether or not the Constitution is a “living document” (It will be a living document on the day that it breaks out of its case and takes the current Supreme Court out for a drink, a toke, a smoke, and a poke — assuming Justice Ginsberg stays home.), but is centered instead on the much more important and utterly American question: “Just what is the finest chocolate chip cookie in the known universe?”
I know the answer to this eternal question of infinite import.
One night in the Hood River Hotel in Hood River, Oregon on the banks of the Columbia, I had a chance to examine that question again just before the cataleptic sugar shock of nine home-made chocolate chip cookies knocked me sideways for eight hours like a poleaxed pound puppy.
When this coma finally released me, I thought more deeply on the question of the Holy Cookie and what makes for greatness. I would have liked to hand the baker of the cookies that conked me the laurels but I cannot.
I shall explain the nature of my judgment, the history behind it, and also, should you choose to stay with me, provide you and you alone with the recipe for, “the finest chocolate chip cookie in the known universe.”
First of all, anything that can be purchased in a supermarket is not fit to be called a cookie, much less a chocolate chip cookie, no matter how thick the BS on the package may be. Especially any with the word “artisan” on the package which must be incinerated in situ. We’re all agreed on that, right? Right.
Second, do not be fooled by “boutique” chocolate chip cookies. They are all from Satan’s Workshop and are, therefore, instruments of the Enemy who is out to weaken the intellectual and moral fiber of America. Consumption of these cookies leads, inevitably to “a profound sense of fatigue… a feeling of emptiness [and] loss of essence.” You may, in a moment of weakness after, say, a friendly strip search at the air port, find that you cannot “avoid” these cookies, but under no circumstances are you to give them your essence.
Eat Not the Cookie of Satan
Yes, ever since Mrs. Fields rightly determined that her days of getting on the covers of the Adam and Eve and Victoria’s Secret catalogues were over and she went into the sidewalk-blower bakery business, these evil simulacra of chocolate chip cookies have spread over the American landscape like the Eighth Plague of Egypt. The results are murder, insanity, death and an obesity so monumental that the victims do not so much walk our streets as teeter through them — a threat to passersby, lost pets and unreinforced brick structures.
Do not, I repeat, consume boutique chocolate chip cookies. Pass by these scented and seductive venues of the Fifth Horseman. Deny them, I say, your essence.
Instead, know that small batch, by hand, and home-made chocolate chip cookies are the only chocolate chip cookies that may even begin to aspire to the realm of the Sacred and the Holy. A realm in which, like wives, many are cold but none are frozen. Indeed, if Nestles, dairy farms and refrigeration had existed at the time of the Last Supper the entire menu of Holy Communion would be different today.
Partake Only of the Holy Cookie
Like American Christianity today, the Church of the Homemade Chocolate Chip Cookie has many branches, subsets and sects. And, like American Christianity, these various factions contend mightily over the question of which, in the eyes of God, is the true gospel of the Chocolate Chip, the Recipe of the Word.
I do not pretend to know the mind of God. Indeed, I am still unclear about the workings of the will of God in my life. But I am clear about what is the true gospel of the Chocolate Chip. I know beyond a scintilla of a speck of an iota of a jot of a doubt that single Cookie which is now and forever shall be the Greatest Chocolate Chip Cookie in America and the Known Universe, yea even unto that alien planet of the hard-bodied and the homeless, San Francisco.
This Cookie Given by the Hand of God would be, beyond question, of my sainted mother’s chocolate chip cookies. These and these alone are the good, the true, and the blessed — the Holy Cookies. All others crumble before them and return to the dust and detritus of the earth from which they were mistakenly called forth by the unconverted, the heathen and the apostates.
The Advent of the Holy Cookie
I was converted to the Holy Cookie soon after my teeth came in. For several years thereafter I lived in heavenly bliss since the only person in the house with whom I had to contend for ALL the cookies was my father and, even though he was much larger than I was as a toddler, he had to work and sleep sometime. This left me free to range about the kitchen in search of yet one more Holy Cookie. Something I did at all hours until my mother saw fit to deploy a leg shackle along with my fresh pajamas.
Now let us consider the plight of White Family Y. They are aware of several incontrovertible facts. 1) The neighborhood – A – the Xs came from is a hell hole. 2) This whole integration things been tried hundreds – maybe thousands – of times over the last fifty years and it always works out the same: White families run, progressively lower quality black families move into the empty spaces, house’s prices drop to what people are willing to pay, and they’re not willing to pay much for a piece of what the future surely holds in store, and, at breakneck speed, all the Bs come to look like As. 3) He cannot trust his white neighbors not to run. – -Tom Kratman
Testing Americans’ Tolerance for Surveillance What would have been considered a dystopian level of surveillance a mere twenty years ago has now become the norm.
This is Skid Row in downtown Los Angeles on Christmas Day 2017 .
This is hard to take.
This is Very hard to take.
This is the reality of the streets now, today, in Los Angeles.
This man takes a long tour of the streets.
This man knows how bad it is.
This man knows why that is.
This man knows the bottomless funding scam that surrounds “homelessness.”
Homeless street services stall as encampments continue to grow In contrast to in many other cities, three-quarters of L.A.’s 34,000 homeless people live outdoors — on sidewalks and in canyons, riverbeds and alleys. Homeless vehicles and encampments jumped 25%, to 14,412 countywide in January, the last official count.
How should L.A. County homelessness funds be spent? The spending plan, covering the first three years of the 10-year duration of the quarter-cent sales tax, lists dollar amounts requested for 21 strategies approved by the board to receive Measure H funds. It is a revision of requests from county agencies that initially totaled more than $613 million by the third year, nearly twice the available funds.
Homeless street services stall as encampments continue to grow Funding for one strategy — camp cleanups or sweeps — expanded to $13 million. But spending on services for people living in the streets — mobile showers, housing navigation centers, storage facilities and homeless parking lots — lagged behind.
STOP THE INSANITY! The Feminist Plant: Changing Relations with the Water Lily Abstract: Water lilies flourish in clusters and hormonally communicate together within their community. They can self-reproduce and have mobility across the water surface, being both earthed and waterborne. The capacities of water lilies are further evidence that plants require critical and cultural examination, as companion species, and that plants require an accompanying shift in human perception of their vegetal status. This paper addresses the feminist nature of the water lily and develops a connection between plant biology and the creation of models for cultural practice, ethical living and a better understanding of plants.
South Africa: Johannesburg taxi drivers have adopted a typically-African response to the competition in the form of the Uber taxi service: if they catch an Uber driver picking up a fare on their “turf”, they shoot the Uber driver dead and “invite” the fare to get into their taxi instead. …. Crime is everywhere. Every house is a fortress of high walls topped with barbed wire or electrified fencing, and every neighborhood has its own (mostly unarmed) security force because the “new” South African Police Service (SAPS, no kidding) are pathetic in their inadequacy and inefficiency. A 911-type call in the case of a violent crime results in a two-hour police response, if any at all. Petty crime such as a bag-snatching or pickpocketing gets an official shrug of the shoulders. Walking alone through even suburban shopping centers after dark is not just perilous, but foolhardy in the extreme — akin to doing the same in 1970s Bedford-Stuyvesant in New York. Bad Things – Splendid Isolation
The Demolition President GOP – Trump broke the GOP and reconstructed it along his terms, successfully it seems. DNC – The DNC has no charismatic leader, no game plan, and little money. Clinton Dynasty – Done Bush Dynasty – Done Mainstream Media – The public learned that news coverage is based on bias as much as fact. NFL – Ratings down, attendance down….. etc.
Doesn’t pass the smell test. Japanese invention lets you share your baby’s bowel movements online with the push of a button
Strolling the streets of San Francisco, the nation’s leading open air exhibition of failed social policies, never fails to instruct one in the infinite disabilities of social utopianism. Although large sections of this city still retain their charm in the far or middle distance — the swooping helicopter pan shot in from the Golden Gate; the brightly painted Cable Car cresting a backlit hilltop — most soon lose all charm in close-up.
Example: A clear and crisp dawn in a small side street near Laguna and Hayes. Plantings in all the window boxes, well but not fussily painted facades. A few, very small, very well kept front yards. Clean curtained windows. All in all a pretty and quiet moment in the city’s morning. Then, between two of the cars on the street and a bulging shopping cart on the curb, I noticed a man who has obviously slept rough for at least 200 consecutive days turning in a slow pirouette and gazing intently at the ground. Then he lowered himself delicately down between an Audi and an SUV.
Seeing no real reason not to stroll on past, I did and noted that the man, pants to his ankles, was relieving his bowels. I was to see this behavior twice in a single day in San Francisco. And I was in the better neighborhoods.
In the course of a random walk of four hours through the most touristed sections of the city, this scene was only the most unhappily memorable of a serious of disturbing moments. Perhaps they only disturbed because they were playing out against the postcards of my memories of San Francisco during the six years I had lived and worked there in the early 70s; against even deeper images of the city in the Summer of 1968.
Against memory any present day moment would pale as nostalgia took its toll. You’d be prepared, at the least, to be disappointed since feeling that the past is preferable to the present is a common human instinct. What you’re not prepared to be is disturbed but yet not shocked. After all, you’ve read and heard about it for years. No matter. The actual San Francisco of the present is a clear reminder that the rap is not the territory.
The extent to which the homeless, the hard-core unemployed, the drunk and the addicted, and general shabby personalities of all kinds are deployed about the city is something to bring even the most hard-core liberal from elsewhere up short. If the myriad policies and millions man-years of effort, coupled with untold billions of dollars in funding deployed in San Francisco over the last four decades have created the current visible result, something is seriously askew with the city’s basic social engineering. It is as if the entire region has spent 40 years and 400 billion building a replica of the Golden Gate Bridge on Ocean Beach intending to span the Pacific. A good intention, but a city’s gotta know its limitations.
Strolling the streets of San Francisco
— past the blanket wrapped souls that sleep upright in bus shelters
— past the ad-hoc shanty towns of clustered shopping carts
— past lone men swaddled in sleeping bags on a stretch of stained concrete with only a fence and a warning between them and a few meager blades of grass
— gives one a deep sense of unease and unmitigated tragedy after the 20th exposure. After the 50th they all just fade into the background body count, one more item of the city’s detritus
— sudden sirens, condom stuffed litter sloshed about by the wet wind, hysterical graffiti, crass billboard ads announcing yet another source of 24 hour lap dancing, blather of schizophrenic pan handlers; all just part of San Francisco’s rich tapestry of diversification through stupefaction.
Seeing so many driven so low
— and this in what still passes as ”the better neighborhoods”
— you have to wonder what happened to, and what is still happening to, the billions of public funds being compulsively shoved at this problem. Where has the money and time and good intentions all gone? Where, indeed, have all the flowers gone?
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The Fake News Consensus is: “Trump Hasn’t Done Anything.” Oh really? Let’s review.
President Trump Cuts More US Debt for Longer Period of Time Than Any President http://archive.is/lJk4Z
Q3 GDP up 3% http://archive.is/nmj90
Government spending as percentage of GDP down http://archive.is/2sG4k
US trade deficit narrows- exports hit 2-1/2-year high http://archive.is/Ulytn
U.S. has record 6 million job openings, 6.8 million Americans looking for jobs http://archive.is/TQrnw
USA’s small business confidence is spurring a hiring and spending spree https://archive.is/vQAi6
Consumer confidence hits 125.9 in October vs expectation of 121 http://archive.is/8ivKy
U.S. Consumer Sentiment Rose in August https://archive.is/JXY9o
Economy Is Beating Forecasts Again http://archive.is/Dhhs9
63.1%: Participation Rate Reaches Trump-Era High http://archive.is/4KYyH
Fewest Jobless Claims Since 1973 http://archive.is/ulfiI
Summer Youth Unemployment Falls, Lowest Since 1969 http://archive.is/t2RHr
Black Unemployment, Lowest in 17 Years http://archive.is/uf5OQ
Manufacturing Expands at Fastest Pace in 13 Years http://archive.is/1kE5U
Summer employers hired American, raised wages amid Trump visa squeeze http://archive.is/dZVZc
Recover Finally Trickling Down to Least-Educated Workers https://archive.is/7dwNo
Median Incomes Climbing- First Time Since 2007 https://archive.is/TyB3d
U.S. Job Satisfaction Highest Level Since 2005 http://archive.is/h8D7W
1.5 Million Fewer Americans on Food Stamps Under Trump http://archive.is/IAxTW
Net worth for households and non-profit groups rose 1.8%, to $96.2t http://archive.is/pRixH
U.S. New-Home Sales Highest Since 2007 http://archive.is/U5wCa
US durable goods orders rose 2.2% http://archive.is/hW7ZZ
Dow posting first eight-quarter winning streak in 20 years http://archive.is/pRr0w
Surging stock market powers U.S. wealth to $96.2t http://archive.is/EcBpD