I am reminded of the axiom by Edmund Burke, “All that is necessary for the triumph of evil is that good men do nothing.”. The citizens of California are reaping what they have sown. Chao.
If California was a person, even the cake would be a lie.
We’re on our way to becoming a place where we not only demand someone make our cake, but they have to pay us to eat it too.
Hmm. I’ll be thinking about elegance in urinal use. I once followed the Sultan of Brunei into the potty. Not kidding , here. Yes, that was an elegant potty (as big as a freaking executive suite – only just the bathroom). Precision? That’s very anal of them, idn’t it?
I had that issue of Natl. Lampoon! Feeling very old, now.
Californian? Oh shit. The first place I was told to pay for a grocery bag was LA. The eye-daggers I threw at the cashier were pointed. Elegant, even. She was having none of it; she was certain she was on the high ground of planetary awareness. No way in hell I’m bringing my own shopping bag to the store, like a goddamned shithole 3rd world citizen. Those things are gross – just imagine the filth in most carry-in bags at the grocery store.
This post had me rolling with laughter, I have to say. The venn diagram kills!
rabbit tobaccoMay 11, 2019, 9:38 PM
If california was a person it would be rob reiner and his significant other robert deniro
MOTUSMay 12, 2019, 4:14 AM
Is that cake vegan, certified organic, low-carb and gluten free? If not don’t expect California to eat it. Just give ze/zer another Tide pod and pray ze/zir is incapable of procreating.
Semantics, but what will the coming dust-up be called?
The Second American Revolution? Or…
The American Civil War 2.0?
I’d hope for an revolution since the Civil War brought us an America with greatly expanded and a more powerful government. In short it might have been better if we hadn’t fought that war at all.
I consider that if the nations had divided it would have been into two more manageable halves
.
Without the war and killing, a peaceable and unfortified border between the nations likely left in place to facilitate trade. Freed Negroes in the North, blending into the population and less inclined to complain of their lot when they could look south to see what real slavery and exploitation looks like.
Those peoples living south of the border, less likely to be interested in trespassing into the territory of the Confederacy. And best of all, no constant regurgitation of demands for reparations for slavery, the debate on that, in the South, would be very short. Very.
Just a thought, it seems that WordPress (owned by Automatic of San Francisco, California) is beginning to de platform sites for their political content. This wonderful site and my pitiful one might then be gone. Curious that there are so few (one?) conservative web hosting companies.
Daniel K DayMay 12, 2019, 3:28 PM
Mr. Klahn, Actually, the English in the sign is a rather free translation. What the sign says in the oh-so-polite, not to say flowery, original is “Thank you for using the toilet in a clean manner”.
I well recall going into a building in Japan, and seeing one sign say “toiret,” and another sign saying “lestroom.” My nihongo only goes so far, so I can’t criticize.
SkorpionMay 13, 2019, 4:57 PM
The National Lampoon High School Yearbook parody is one of the funniest pieces of prose I’ve ever read. It’s surprisingly complex, with all sorts of ridiculous subplots running through its pages of absurd school events and cross-referential handwritten dedications. The documented antics of the school’s mysterious “Mad Crapper” alone are worth the purchase price; years after this volume appeared, life imitated art for me when my university’s library stacks were repeatedly vandalized by an anonymous coprophile.
Uncle JefeMay 14, 2019, 6:01 PM
Of urinals: at Hanalei, Kauai, the old schoolhouse (which now holds a surf shop, the clothing shop Tropical Tantrum, and the bar (with food!) “Hanalei Gourmet”, has one of the most wonderful urinals of all time. The front portion sticks out far enough so that you can stand astride it, while the bowl is oversized, luxurious…Only pissing outdoors offers that kind of freedom.
Of California: those of us who grew up here (and remain behind enemy lines) would appreciate it if all of the states who shipped their human refuse out here during the Summer of Love (and especially through the 70’s) would kindly remove said trash and find a new dumping ground.
Nancy Pelosi, Barbara Boxer, and on and on…not natives to this (formerly) great state.
MCAGA!!
Real World Address for Donations, Mash Notes and Hate Mail
Gerard Van der Leun
1692 MANGROVE AVE
APT 379
Chico, Ca 95926
Green Pants Interior by Klahn
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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I am reminded of the axiom by Edmund Burke, “All that is necessary for the triumph of evil is that good men do nothing.”. The citizens of California are reaping what they have sown. Chao.
If California was a person, even the cake would be a lie.
We’re on our way to becoming a place where we not only demand someone make our cake, but they have to pay us to eat it too.
Hmm. I’ll be thinking about elegance in urinal use. I once followed the Sultan of Brunei into the potty. Not kidding , here. Yes, that was an elegant potty (as big as a freaking executive suite – only just the bathroom). Precision? That’s very anal of them, idn’t it?
I had that issue of Natl. Lampoon! Feeling very old, now.
Californian? Oh shit. The first place I was told to pay for a grocery bag was LA. The eye-daggers I threw at the cashier were pointed. Elegant, even. She was having none of it; she was certain she was on the high ground of planetary awareness. No way in hell I’m bringing my own shopping bag to the store, like a goddamned shithole 3rd world citizen. Those things are gross – just imagine the filth in most carry-in bags at the grocery store.
This post had me rolling with laughter, I have to say. The venn diagram kills!
If california was a person it would be rob reiner and his significant other robert deniro
Is that cake vegan, certified organic, low-carb and gluten free? If not don’t expect California to eat it. Just give ze/zer another Tide pod and pray ze/zir is incapable of procreating.
Semantics, but what will the coming dust-up be called?
The Second American Revolution? Or…
The American Civil War 2.0?
I’d hope for an revolution since the Civil War brought us an America with greatly expanded and a more powerful government. In short it might have been better if we hadn’t fought that war at all.
I consider that if the nations had divided it would have been into two more manageable halves
.
Without the war and killing, a peaceable and unfortified border between the nations likely left in place to facilitate trade. Freed Negroes in the North, blending into the population and less inclined to complain of their lot when they could look south to see what real slavery and exploitation looks like.
Those peoples living south of the border, less likely to be interested in trespassing into the territory of the Confederacy. And best of all, no constant regurgitation of demands for reparations for slavery, the debate on that, in the South, would be very short. Very.
Just a thought, it seems that WordPress (owned by Automatic of San Francisco, California) is beginning to de platform sites for their political content. This wonderful site and my pitiful one might then be gone. Curious that there are so few (one?) conservative web hosting companies.
Mr. Klahn, Actually, the English in the sign is a rather free translation. What the sign says in the oh-so-polite, not to say flowery, original is “Thank you for using the toilet in a clean manner”.
Hi, Daniel,
I well recall going into a building in Japan, and seeing one sign say “toiret,” and another sign saying “lestroom.” My nihongo only goes so far, so I can’t criticize.
The National Lampoon High School Yearbook parody is one of the funniest pieces of prose I’ve ever read. It’s surprisingly complex, with all sorts of ridiculous subplots running through its pages of absurd school events and cross-referential handwritten dedications. The documented antics of the school’s mysterious “Mad Crapper” alone are worth the purchase price; years after this volume appeared, life imitated art for me when my university’s library stacks were repeatedly vandalized by an anonymous coprophile.
Of urinals: at Hanalei, Kauai, the old schoolhouse (which now holds a surf shop, the clothing shop Tropical Tantrum, and the bar (with food!) “Hanalei Gourmet”, has one of the most wonderful urinals of all time. The front portion sticks out far enough so that you can stand astride it, while the bowl is oversized, luxurious…Only pissing outdoors offers that kind of freedom.
Of California: those of us who grew up here (and remain behind enemy lines) would appreciate it if all of the states who shipped their human refuse out here during the Summer of Love (and especially through the 70’s) would kindly remove said trash and find a new dumping ground.
Nancy Pelosi, Barbara Boxer, and on and on…not natives to this (formerly) great state.
MCAGA!!