WHEN in the course of human Events, it becomes necessary….
Morning Mockery with Mark: Is This Some Kind of Joke?
byVanderleunonFebruary 25, 2020
From the debate you didn’t know was happening, to non-binary haircuts, to AOC’s drag queening, to the gay Spiderman (It’s from a radioactive bite, remember?) Mark Dice mocks it so you don’t have to.
Now I shall display my Boomerist, old-farted, and tragically unhip (not to mention PHOBIC) esthetics. In what universe does stretching your earlobes out so far you could pass a quarter through the hole make you more attractive? Does anyone look at an old photo of Sophia Loren, and think, “Gee. If only she had some gauges, and a facial tatt…” Maybe the Ubangi thought it was cool.
JWM
JackFebruary 25, 2020, 10:14 AM
Gay doctors….uh, no thanks.
I had a pretty great doc until recently when he decided he’d had enough of the ‘system’ and went to work for an insurance giant’s medical advisory staff. No more patients, no more exposure to every friggin’ ailment, regular hours and lots of perks. Great guy and he’ll do fine.
So, the Medical Group I frequent decided to assign another doctor to me without giving me an opportunity to make a selection based upon my review of their staff and their creds. I was assigned to some black woman who was raised locally and attended State funded universities and sure as shootin’ she has one of those black mammy make up names that no one else has or can even pronounce.
Being an older chap and knowing how hands wash each other here in the Deep South, I wasn’t about to permit some gal who grew up on Affirmative Action and Headt Start to fiddle with my 70 year old male self. Ain’t happening.
captfleeFebruary 25, 2020, 1:26 PM
So, gay folk are underrepresented as physicians? Maybe if the overall population is 25% LGBTQWERTY, but I think we all know that percentage is much closer to 2.5%. Hell, my pediatrician as a child was a wonderful, sweet, equestrienne who got un-closeted when her lover murdered her, with all the attendant juicy details spilling into the papers. She was the first, but hardly the last gay medico I’ve known over the years.
ghostsniperFebruary 25, 2020, 1:58 PM
Gay doctors….uh, no thanks.
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How would you know?
IOW, how would you know the dood that’s palpitating the lump on the side of your neck wasn’t palpitating another demented doods greased up anus 8 hours prior?
Another mental image for you to dally with.
If the doc DID lay pipe with it’s “lovah” the night before is there any amount of hand washing it could do to make you comfortable with it handling on you?
Let’s go ahead and get down to the nitty gritty. Back in the early 80’s co-workers and I would converse about the onset of the AIDs virus and the idea that using a tissue paper thin sheath of latex is all that is between you and a deadly disease. Knowing that body fluids are not limited to the immediate working parts of the genitalia we all agreed that using a condom to have “safe sex” was like putting a band aid on a broken back. Not even close to being sufficient. I don’t want to be within a mile of anyone that dabbles in septic systems. The very thought is almost more than I can bear.
Steve in GreensboroFebruary 25, 2020, 4:20 PM
If anybody had any doubt that America was in terminal decline, they just need to consider that we have elected Carmen Miranda to the U.S. House of Representatives.
Snakepit KansasFebruary 25, 2020, 6:12 PM
Ghost said “greased up anus”. JAJAJJAJAAA!!!! My wife, from another room, wants to know what is causing me convulsions of laughter. Not sure I am going to tell her. Maybe just say I remembered an old joke.
Non-binary? FFS. The poor “it” is starving for attention. Cannot get a haircut….20 years ago I went to a Superchop and asked for a #2 around the side and a #4 over the top. Gal said “Your hair is too thin for that”. I stepped out of that chair and drove to the WalMarts. Bought an Industrial Grade Wahls hair cutting kit and have been cutting my own hair since.
My list of doctors reads like the UN; so many nationalities and they are all excellent. I could care less about their sexuality, name, or skin color, nor do I worry about my co-workers’ sexuality and bedroom practices. My all time favorite doctor, an ophthalmologist, who graduated top of her class from a world renowned teaching hospital, saved my 11-yr-olds life during a routine eye exam by discovering that her optic nerves were “a little fuzzy”. Two major skull surgeries later, she was still with us, and today is 30-yrs-old. If it hadn’t been caught on that day in April, my daughter would have been dead or a vegetable by August from a massive brain bleed. This doctor is black and I could care less about her black hands that touched my daughter. I thank God for her. He used her black ass to save my baby.
While in the hospital recovering from the first surgery, my daughter had a very swishy, effeminate, male night nurse. She needed help getting onto the commode chair, because her eyes were swollen shut and she had a bunch of tubes and monitors, and I couldn’t lift her in and out of bed. He asked if we were comfortable with him assisting her. He had the most gentle and compassionate manner of any nurse I have ever seen; a total professional and a very nice change from the other heartless Nurse Rached’s we encountered. Don’t let your prejudices keep you from getting good health care. It literally could be a life or death decision.
VanderleunFebruary 28, 2020, 7:48 AM
Thank you Annie for that breath of sanity and compassion. You are correct and fortunate to have fine care givers and doctors. I toopretty much take people as they come and as they are, as humans.
Intellectual disgrace
Stares from every human face,
And the seas of pity lie
Locked and frozen in each eye.
Follow, poet, follow right
To the bottom of the night,
With your unconstraining voice
Still persuade us to rejoice.
With the farming of a verse
Make a vineyard of the curse,
Sing of human unsuccess
In a rapture of distress.
In the deserts of the heart
Let the healing fountains start,
In the prison of his days
Teach the free man how to praise.
— WH Auden
TWAIN IN TESLA’S LABORATORY
from “Chimes of Freedom”
Even though a cloud’s white curtain in a far-off corner flashed
An’ the hypnotic splattered mist was slowly lifting
Electric light still struck like arrows, fired but for the ones
Condemned to drift or else be kept from drifting
Tolling for the searching ones, on their speechless, seeking trail
For the lonesome-hearted lovers with too personal a tale
An’ for each unharmful, gentle soul misplaced inside a jail
An’ we gazed upon the chimes of freedom flashing
Starry-eyed an’ laughing as I recall when we were caught
Trapped by no track of hours for they hanged suspended
As we listened one last time an’ we watched with one last look
Spellbound an’ swallowed ’til the tolling ended
Tolling for the aching ones whose wounds cannot be nursed
For the countless confused, accused, misused, strung-out ones an’ worse
An’ for every hung-up person in the whole wide universe
An’ we gazed upon the chimes of freedom flashing
The painter stood Before her work She looked around every where She saw the pictures and she painted them She picked the colors from the air Green to green Red to red Yellow to yellow In the light Black to black When the evening comes Blue to blue In the night
To the Stonecutters
Stone-cutters fighting time with marble, you foredefeated
Challengers of oblivion
Eat cynical earnings, knowing rock splits, records fall down,
The square-limbed Roman letters
Scale in the thaws, wear in the rain. The poet as well
Builds his monument mockingly;
For man will be blotted out, the blithe earth die, the brave sun
Die blind and blacken to the heart:
Yet stones have stood for a thousand years, and pained
thoughts found
The honey of peace in old poems.
— Robinson Jeffers
Search American Digest’s Back Pages
Contemplation of the Sword
Reason will not decide at last; the sword will decide.
The sword: an obsolete instrument of bronze or steel,
formerly used to kill men, but here
In the sense of a symbol. The sword: that is: the storms
and counter-storms of general destruction; killing
of men,
Destruction of all goods and materials; massacre, more or
less intentional, of children and women;
Destruction poured down from wings, the air made accomplice,
the innocent air
Perverted into assassin and poisoner.
The sword: that is: treachery and cowardice, incredible
baseness, incredible courage, loyalties, insanities.
The sword: weeping and despair, mass-enslavement,
mass-torture, frustration of all hopes
That starred man’s forehead. Tyranny for freedom, horror for
happiness, famine for bread, carrion for children.
Reason will not decide at last, the sword will decide.
from Preludes
His soul stretched tight across the skies
That fade behind a city block,
Or trampled by insistent feet
At four and five and six o’clock;
And short square fingers stuffing pipes,
And evening newspapers, and eyes
Assured of certain certainties,
The conscience of a blackened street
Impatient to assume the world.
I am moved by fancies that are curled
Around these images, and cling:
The notion of some infinitely gentle
Infinitely suffering thing.
Wipe your hand across your mouth, and laugh;
The worlds revolve like ancient women
Gathering fuel in vacant lots.
— Eliot
from Canto CXV BY EZRA POUND
The scientists are in terror
and the European mind stops
Wyndham Lewis chose blindness
rather than have his mind stop.
Night under wind mid garofani,
the petals are almost still
Mozart, Linnaeus, Sulmona,
When one’s friends hate each other
how can there be peace in the world?
Their asperities diverted me in my green time.
A blown husk that is finished
but the light sings eternal
a pale flare over marshes
where the salt hay whispers to tide’s change
Time, space,
neither life nor death is the answer.
And of man seeking good,
doing evil.
In meiner Heimat
where the dead walked
and the living were made of cardboard.
“From a student radical/hippie/leftist of the Free Speech Movement/Vietnam Day Commitee era and a full-on Democratic Liberal in the decades after, I think I’ve evolved a politics that is neither right nor left but is, in its elemental nature, draconian. In the last 20 years, I’ve taken apart my beliefs with a sledgehammer. Now I’ve got to put the surviving parts back together with tweezers and other ‘shabby equipment, always deteriorating’.”
Ferreya
ARTIST: GIBSON
Edwin Deakin, American
Hillegas
Real World Address for Donations, Mash Notes and Hate Mail
Gerard Van der Leun
1692 MANGROVE AVE
APT 379
Chico, Ca 95926
from “Chimes of Freedom”
Even though a cloud’s white curtain in a far-off corner flashed
An’ the hypnotic splattered mist was slowly lifting
Electric light still struck like arrows, fired but for the ones
Condemned to drift or else be kept from drifting
Tolling for the searching ones, on their speechless, seeking trail
For the lonesome-hearted lovers with too personal a tale
An’ for each unharmful, gentle soul misplaced inside a jail
An’ we gazed upon the chimes of freedom flashing
Starry-eyed an’ laughing as I recall when we were caught
Trapped by no track of hours for they hanged suspended
As we listened one last time an’ we watched with one last look
Spellbound an’ swallowed ’til the tolling ended
Tolling for the aching ones whose wounds cannot be nursed
For the countless confused, accused, misused, strung-out ones an’ worse
An’ for every hung-up person in the whole wide universe
An’ we gazed upon the chimes of freedom flashing
Gerard Van der Leun
Even though a cloud’s white curtain in a far-off corner flashed
Stone-cutters fighting time with marble, you foredefeated
The scientists are in terror
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Now I shall display my Boomerist, old-farted, and tragically unhip (not to mention PHOBIC) esthetics. In what universe does stretching your earlobes out so far you could pass a quarter through the hole make you more attractive? Does anyone look at an old photo of Sophia Loren, and think, “Gee. If only she had some gauges, and a facial tatt…” Maybe the Ubangi thought it was cool.
JWM
Gay doctors….uh, no thanks.
I had a pretty great doc until recently when he decided he’d had enough of the ‘system’ and went to work for an insurance giant’s medical advisory staff. No more patients, no more exposure to every friggin’ ailment, regular hours and lots of perks. Great guy and he’ll do fine.
So, the Medical Group I frequent decided to assign another doctor to me without giving me an opportunity to make a selection based upon my review of their staff and their creds. I was assigned to some black woman who was raised locally and attended State funded universities and sure as shootin’ she has one of those black mammy make up names that no one else has or can even pronounce.
Being an older chap and knowing how hands wash each other here in the Deep South, I wasn’t about to permit some gal who grew up on Affirmative Action and Headt Start to fiddle with my 70 year old male self. Ain’t happening.
So, gay folk are underrepresented as physicians? Maybe if the overall population is 25% LGBTQWERTY, but I think we all know that percentage is much closer to 2.5%. Hell, my pediatrician as a child was a wonderful, sweet, equestrienne who got un-closeted when her lover murdered her, with all the attendant juicy details spilling into the papers. She was the first, but hardly the last gay medico I’ve known over the years.
Gay doctors….uh, no thanks.
===========
How would you know?
IOW, how would you know the dood that’s palpitating the lump on the side of your neck wasn’t palpitating another demented doods greased up anus 8 hours prior?
Another mental image for you to dally with.
If the doc DID lay pipe with it’s “lovah” the night before is there any amount of hand washing it could do to make you comfortable with it handling on you?
Let’s go ahead and get down to the nitty gritty. Back in the early 80’s co-workers and I would converse about the onset of the AIDs virus and the idea that using a tissue paper thin sheath of latex is all that is between you and a deadly disease. Knowing that body fluids are not limited to the immediate working parts of the genitalia we all agreed that using a condom to have “safe sex” was like putting a band aid on a broken back. Not even close to being sufficient. I don’t want to be within a mile of anyone that dabbles in septic systems. The very thought is almost more than I can bear.
If anybody had any doubt that America was in terminal decline, they just need to consider that we have elected Carmen Miranda to the U.S. House of Representatives.
Ghost said “greased up anus”. JAJAJJAJAAA!!!! My wife, from another room, wants to know what is causing me convulsions of laughter. Not sure I am going to tell her. Maybe just say I remembered an old joke.
Non-binary? FFS. The poor “it” is starving for attention. Cannot get a haircut….20 years ago I went to a Superchop and asked for a #2 around the side and a #4 over the top. Gal said “Your hair is too thin for that”. I stepped out of that chair and drove to the WalMarts. Bought an Industrial Grade Wahls hair cutting kit and have been cutting my own hair since.
Carmen Miranda had more dignity.
My list of doctors reads like the UN; so many nationalities and they are all excellent. I could care less about their sexuality, name, or skin color, nor do I worry about my co-workers’ sexuality and bedroom practices. My all time favorite doctor, an ophthalmologist, who graduated top of her class from a world renowned teaching hospital, saved my 11-yr-olds life during a routine eye exam by discovering that her optic nerves were “a little fuzzy”. Two major skull surgeries later, she was still with us, and today is 30-yrs-old. If it hadn’t been caught on that day in April, my daughter would have been dead or a vegetable by August from a massive brain bleed. This doctor is black and I could care less about her black hands that touched my daughter. I thank God for her. He used her black ass to save my baby.
While in the hospital recovering from the first surgery, my daughter had a very swishy, effeminate, male night nurse. She needed help getting onto the commode chair, because her eyes were swollen shut and she had a bunch of tubes and monitors, and I couldn’t lift her in and out of bed. He asked if we were comfortable with him assisting her. He had the most gentle and compassionate manner of any nurse I have ever seen; a total professional and a very nice change from the other heartless Nurse Rached’s we encountered. Don’t let your prejudices keep you from getting good health care. It literally could be a life or death decision.
Thank you Annie for that breath of sanity and compassion. You are correct and fortunate to have fine care givers and doctors. I toopretty much take people as they come and as they are, as humans.