Jeez, I guess it's been more than a little time off. I really expected to be back before now.
But I'm still not back. I have some kind of weird-ass eye problem that makes things blurry, to the point that I can't read (figures -- the one single enjoyment that has been with me consistently for the past 65 years...), so I've been off the computer for the most part. Except of course for certain websites that don't require a whole lot of "reading"... (Sarge, I'm looking at you.)
I've been hassling with my eye doctor for the last six weeks or so, and she keeps telling me that it's no big deal, natural part of the aging process, dry eyes, blah blah blah.
I keep telling her that she's wrong, of course. Even though I got my medical degree from watching St. Elsewhere and General Hospital, I know that this isn't normal.
So anyway, I'm still taking some more time off. Thanks to all of you who posted or emailed me to see if I was okay. Yes, I think I am, but I'd rather be better than just "okay". Or at least better than this level of just "okay"...
--The F Man
Wednesday, June 05, 2013
Jeez, I guess it's been more than a little time off. I really expected to be back before now.
Posted by Farnsworth68 at 3:57 PM
Tuesday, March 05, 2013
You know that old expression, "the hurrieder I go the behinder I get". Well, that's me. Now that it's spring-ish in Western Washington, She-Who-Must-Be-Obeyed has come up with a number of "essential" duties for me to perform, mainly of the outdoors-in-the-yard kind, so I'm taking some time off from my regular life to keep peace in the family. Those of you with a "significant other" will know what I'm talking about.
Catch you all later.
--The F Man
Tuesday, February 26, 2013
As many of you know, I grew up outside a small town in rural Oklahoma. In the early 1950s it had a thriving main street with a number of local businesses providing goods and services. We left there in 1955, though, and I hadn't really kept up with things.
Until I happened, by sheer coincidental chance several years ago, to run into someone from my old home town. She had been a couple of years ahead of me in grade school, so I didn't remember her specifically, although I do remember the family.
Naturally we had to get caught up on the town, and she said that I wouldn't recognize it now. All of the downtown businesses are closed, the windows boarded over, and you could kick a rock down the length of main street without hitting a car.
"But," she added, "thank god there's a new Walmart just outside of town."
I thought she was being ironic. She wasn't. She truly did not get the connection.
Over at Alternet take a look at After Ruining America, the Era of Giant Chain Stores Is Over for an analysis of the impending implosion of the box store chains.
Sadly, like my homegirl, there are many people who just don't get it.
Posted by Farnsworth68 at 9:49 AM
Monday, February 25, 2013
The National Rifle Association announced today that it will be setting up a number of educational organizations to counter public perceptions of the organization.
"We want folks to know we're not just a bunch of trigger-happy gunslingers," NRA honcho Wayne LaPierre said. To that end, LaPierre announced, the NRA is fully funding the following educational endeavors:
· The James E. Holmes School of Film Criticism
· The Adam Lanza Center for the Study of Educational Reform
· The Chris Dorner Institute for Community Policing Studies
· The Jared Loughner Center for Congressional Evaluation
· The John Hinckley School of Presidential Studies
· The Mark David Chapman School of Music Criticism
· The David Berkowitz School of Human Relations
· The Arthur Bremer Center for the Study of Presidential Elections
· The Charles Whitman School of Aerial Marksmanship
· The Giuseppe Zangara Institute for Political Reform
· The Gavrilo Princip School of International Relations
· The Leon Czolgocz Institute of Governmental Criticism
· The Charles Guiteau Center for the Study of Presidential Succession
LaPierre also emphasized that there was no truth the the rumors that the NRA was also funding the Albert DeSalvo School of Respiratory Therapy, the Theodore Bundy Institute of Interpersonal Relations or the Jeffrey Dahmner Center for Culinary Arts & Sciences.
"No guns, no glory," he said. A spokesman for LaPierre later denied that he was smirking as he said it.
More details to follow as they become available.
Here's the Master of the Stratocaster, the great Jimi Hendrix with his cover of the Bob Dylan classic, All Along the Watchtower. The Czech video artist, who goes under the YouTube handle lahvac15, did a good job of mixing footage from the Vietnam War with the song.
Friday, February 22, 2013
Old Man McCain shows his Republican "compassionate conservatism" by telling a grieving mother whose child was shot in the Aurora theater massacre, "I can tell you right now that you need some straight talk."
Yeah, that's exactly what a grieving parent wants to hear.
Fuck you, John McCain. I can't believe that once upon a time I actually liked and respected you. At one time I actually would have considered voting for you. And I don't vote for Republicans.
Now you're just a doddering old man who's stayed too long at the party and has turned into an awkward embarrassment. Strap on your drool cup and sit on your porch, grampa, where you can yell shit like "You kids get off my lawn!" at random passersby.
Thursday, February 21, 2013
The Internets are all ablaze with the latest news that the new medal for remote drone pilots outranks other awards, such as the Bronze Star and the Purple Heart.
Since it came out in The Onion about three days ago, it makes me wonder if there's any truth to it at all.
I could go ahead and research it myself, but as we know, I'm too lazy.
But as much as I like The Onion, one of the big problems with it is that people are all too willing to cut and paste shit into alarmist emails, with the source obliterated, and these can turn viral and suddenly everybody believes it.
This actually happens on a regular basis.
Wednesday, February 20, 2013
ICUHAJI -- "I See You Haji". That's the vanity plate that Virginia resident and retired Iraq War vet Sean Bunjo wants but can't have, and he's upset about it.
Every state has rules and restrictions on the vanity plates that they are willing to issue. My own state has several staff members at the Dept of Licensing who have become experts in the history of slang and in obscure languages, just so someone can't get a vanity plate that says "FUCK YOU" in Ket.
So this guy in Virginia says it's a free speech issue, and that "I see you Haji" is not meant to be disrespectful. Oh, no, not at all. It's a sign of respect! Yeah, uh-huh. That would be a whole lot more believable if he hadn't also applied for a plate that would have read "HAJIKLR"...
Posted by Farnsworth68 at 8:57 AM
Monday, February 18, 2013
Here is Al Stewart performing a capsule summary in music of the Eastern Front in WWII as seen through the eyes of a young Soviet soldier:
There are many contemporary photographs that I've never seen. Some of them are overwhelming, but they are all expertly mixed with the music.
Note that at the end of the song, in a cruel irony, he is transshipped to Siberia, his "reward" for four years at the front, only because he had been captured and let go by the Nazis. That was Stalin's doing, who in his paranoia saw enemies everywhere, and especially among released POWs.
Thursday, February 14, 2013
In news that you just can't keep
a good man a vampire-chested robot werewolf/ghoul/walking-dead denizen down: Dick Cheney crawled out from whatever rotting Transylvanian coffin he was inhabiting to criticize Barack Obama for lowering American prestige (!!!).
Yeah, let that one sink in for a minute...
As Jon Stewart said on The Daily Show, "Every time Dick Cheney laughs, an angel gets stabbed in the [dick]."
Jesus, even after four years of No Dick Cheney, I still hate that fucker...
Wednesday, February 13, 2013
No, I'm not being obsessive over this fucker, but some things are just over the top:
Now I am not anti-draft dodger per se. A good friend of mine chose to do his two years of government service as an inmate of a federal correctional institution rather than submit to the draft. And other friends went to great lengths to avoid being drafted, including moving to Canada and renouncing their US citizenship. They all had one thing in common: They were opposed to the Vietnam War and were objectors, conscientious or otherwise, to it. I admire them for sticking up for what they believed regardless of the consequences to themselves.
But someone like this asshole, who prides himself on his prowess with a machine gun, who is a hard core Republican, who is an NRA spokesman/officer, who actually supported the war in Vietnam (I don't know that for a fact, but what are the odds that he didn't?) and yet chose to let someone else serve in his place (are you listening, Dick Cheney?) is beneath contempt.
In other words, he is a Chickenhawk.
I had "other priorities", so I didn't get to watch the SOTU or the two(!) Rethug responses last night. Nor did I get to watch Ted Nugent's confused and verbally spastic interview, but it is covered here.
What an odd choice for a prom date. That's all that I can say. Doesn't the Republican Party even care that they are putting an evident psychopath front and center to be their spokesman, unofficial though they may think he is?
When asked what it was like sitting in the chamber alongside victims of gun violence, Nugent launched into a confusing rant about “engineered recidivism” and the mental health system.So, Teddy, when exactly did the president say he was going after your guns? It ought to be pretty easy to come up with a citation for that.
“Our mental health system has failed so thoroughly that people who have threatened lives and conduct themselves in dangerous abhorrent behavior,” he said. “And have been alerted, the officials have been alerted by co-workers, fellow students, mothers and fathers of these mass murderers.”
He took on the president too, criticizing his “predicable, flowery, feel good, save the children, end world hunger insanity.”
“And then I see him either do nothing, or do the opposite,” he said. “I feel horrible that we’re going after my guns, instead of stopping crime and dangerous behavior.”
When challenged by NBC news reporter Luke Russert over comments he made last year, comparing Democrats like Obama, Joe Biden, and Hillary Clinton to coyotes who deserve to be shot, Nugent became agitated, cursing at Russert and calling him a liar in vulgar terms.
When Russert pressed him to explain what he said, Nugent repeatedly claimed he “never said that,” even though he can be seen on camera comparing those Democrats to coyotes who deserve to be shot and have their heads chopped off.
Nugent also said that he didn't stand in support of the troops, whining that his knees hurt and he was forgoing a double knee replacement apparently scheduled for that day -- what a coincidence -- to be at the speech.
Yeah, uh huh... Fuck you, Ted Nugent, you fucking draft-dodging fascist moron.
Tuesday, February 12, 2013
There's a famous test for Artificial Intelligence called the Turing Test, in which a machine's ability to imitate human thinking is judged.
Without stretching this metaphor too far -- which I've already done in comparing either of these two to Intelligence, artificial or otherwise -- take a look at this comparison, and tell me without looking at the answers which of them made which statement:
When you can't tell for sure who said what without looking at the answers, that tells you something. I don't know how Ted Nugent could parlay a persona as a guitar rapist (watch him play sometime) into a life as a political pundit, but I'm fucking glad he's a Republican...
Monday, February 11, 2013
What a shock to learn this morning that Pope Ratso (aka Pope Benedict, aka former Hitler Youth member) is quitting his popery. I didn't think that was even possible; I thought that once you got that pointy pope-hat and the sceptre of St Peter, you were in it for the long haul.
Shows what I know. Undoubtedly another unfortunate result of that secular-humanist upbringing of mine, I guess. But you all should know that according to "official" Catholic prophecy the next Pope will be the last Pope.
Of course the prophecy itself dates to early 14th Century, and it consists of a litany of predictions for future popes up through Ratso AND the next guy, who will be the LAST guy. But take a look at that list and tell me that old St. Malachy wasn't eating some of that ergot-infected rye bread when he saw those visions...
Note also that whoever is doing the interpretation of this "prophecy" has to do a LOT of twisting and turning to shoehorn in all of the Popes on the list.
Okay, short answer to all of this? In the words of my guru, Mister Natural, it don't mean shit...
Side note to Pope Benedict: You might have invented my favorite breakfast, but you're still a quitter.
Okay, I'll admit it up front: I'm a sucker for 1930s musicals. When you combine that with my love for Brazil and its music and the dancing of Fred Astaire and Ginger Rogers, you get the following:
That's the "money shot" sequence from the 1933 RKO musical, Flying Down to Rio. Watch the whole thing and you'll see some pre-Hayes Office flying nipples for your own titillation.
I just fucking LOVE this movie. You can rent it from Netflix or buy it from Amazon.
This movie is also significant for the first-time-ever appearance of Fred Astaire and Ginger Rogers. As a wise
Sunday, February 10, 2013
I don't really know how I feel about drones, except conflicted. We would have LOVED to have drones in Vietnam, even though the "collateral damage" associated with their use appears to be ... excessive. But in Vietnam the Viet Cong were notorious for using innocent villagers as human shields.
If the US can take out a nest of terrorists without the danger of American servicemen being wounded or killed, then that's good. But if the US takes out said terrorists along with their wives, children, aged parents, neighbors, etc., then that's bad. And the whole killing of so-called American citizens bothers me a lot as well.
As I say, I am conflicted.
The only good news I can see on the drone front is that Seattle mayor Mike McGinn has ordered the Seattle police department not to use them. The SPD will be sending back the drones they've purchased and, hopefully, getting their money back from the Daddy Warbucks "Defense" contractors they bought them from.
No matter that McGinn is up for re-election this year and this move is nothing more than a cynical ploy to avoid serious primary challenges from the Left -- it was still the right thing to do. But how long will this last? Only until some dipshit rightwinger gets elected mayor I would guess. Then those drones will come swooping back.
Hmm... I also wonder what the punishment would be for using a police drone for shotgun skeet-shooting practice when it buzzes over your back yard... Whatever it is, it would almost be worth it.
Thursday, February 07, 2013
I'm feeling much better now. Nothing like a couple of days in front of the boob tube with nothing on your mind and beer on your stomach...
Okay, that said, I had to pass this one on: Chelsea Welch, a wait staff person at an Applebee's in St. Louis, apparently stepped over that invisible line (you know, the one you don't know is there until you step over it) when she took a picture of the check that some asshole left for one of her coworkers.
"I give GOD 10% why do you get 18" [sic] was scrawled on the check, with the automatically-added 18% tip blacked out. That 18% BTW is standard policy for Applebee's and probably every other chain restaurant in the country when there are more than a certain number of people in your party.
So Chelsea was guilty of...well, actually, nothing, since there is no applicable rule or law that applies. The customer was "embarrassed" and demanded that Applebee's fire her, her coworker, the local manager, and pretty much everyone in sight. Chelsea was fired. No word on her unindicted co-conspirators.
Cut to the chase and my reaction to all this: Fuck you, Mister Christian. (I'm assuming that this dipshit is a male and a Christian--who else would act this way?) If you can't afford to tip the wait staff, then eat your fucking meal out of the dumpster. Wait staff LIVE on their tips. Eighteen percent is cheap. I always tip 20%, and more if I feel that they deserve it.
Tuesday, February 05, 2013
It was probably my poor choice of food to celebrate Super Bowl Sunday: Mass quantities of beer and deep fried picked pigs feet on a stick. Not Jimmy Dean® brand, but before I took to my sickbed I was engaged in negotiations with them for the rights. Probably that's off the table now...
I guess I've not made some good choices over the years -- investing in that combination day care center and dingo farm in Australia comes to mind -- so this is just another in a long line of them...
Posted by Farnsworth68 at 4:03 PM
Monday, February 04, 2013
I grew up from the age of 12 on the banks of the mighty Columbia River, so this song has always had a special hold on me.
Plus it's Woody Guthrie!
Friday, February 01, 2013
I've mentioned before that I am from a family of Wobblies. My grandfather and my grandmother's brothers were all card-carrying members of the IWW when they worked in the Pacific Northwest logging industry in the early years of the 20th Century. My grandmother's youngest brother was also a bit of a roustabout, a kind of soldier-of -fortune type, who spent a few years in some vague adventures in Nicaragua (with Sandino? Two generations are now gone and current family memory is not clear on this, but it seems likely) and then ended up in Spain as part of the International Brigades in the Spanish Civil War.
He survived his ordeal in Spain but came home with some kind of lung disease that eventually killed him in 1957. I was only 12 when he died, so I really regret not getting the advantage of talking to him as an adult about his time in Spain. He was able to spin a few funny yarns to us kids about exotic-sounding places like Catalonia, Andalusia, Guadalajara, but by and large, like most combat veterans, he was pretty reticent about the details.
But thanks to Uncle Bud, I have had an abiding interest in the Spanish Civil War, and that's how I came to recommend The Battle for Spain: The Spanish Civil War 1936-1939 by Antony Beevor as this month's Book of the Month. Beevor is a historian with a sharp eye for detail and a narrative style that is readily accessible, and this book contains many facts that have only recently come to light, such as the incidents of seemingly odd behavior by the Communists. They don't seem so odd when we learn that behind them loomed the spectre of Stalin's paranoia and the fear that it inspired even on the faraway battlefields of Spain.
As I say, I've read a lot of books on the Spanish Civil War, and this is one of the very best. Highly recommended.
Thursday, January 31, 2013
I wrapped up the newsletter (it's an eight-page tabloid that is a lot like origami, fitting stories and ads to the available space) late this morning, sent it to the printer, and had a little party to thank the people who helped me put it together.
No rest for the wicked, they say... Now I have a busy weekend planned. This weekend is the statewide Democratic Party yearly meeting, complete with a reception with our new Democratic governor tomorrow night. And then of course it's the Super Bowl (I have money on the 49ers, the West Coast team) on Sunday, so there goes the whole weekend.
I'll be back next week.As always, thanks for reading.
Monday, January 28, 2013
I need some time off. I'm still editor of the Thurston County Democrats newspaper, and I have a deadline looming up at me on Friday. I need to free up some time to get it out.
See you all next week.
Friday, January 25, 2013
Yep, that's the news. A friendly reception for John Kerry in the Senate hearings on his nomination to be Secretary of State.
I may be wrong, but it seems to me that just eight short years ago John Kerry was a communist traitor who sold out his brothers on Vietnam and posed naked on top of Hanoi's Ho Chi Minh mausoleum, in flagrante delicto with Jane Fonda ?
Of course the wingnut media is already all over this like stink on shit. That was predictable -- even expected.
But surely there are still some red-blooded members of the "patriotic" party (aka the Rethugs) left in the Senate who can put a stop to this travesty. But maybe they are not so red-blooded and more red-eyed from their partying down with congressional interns and high-class prostitutes and others of that ilk.
And for that lack of red-bloodedness, may I suggest a vodka, Geritoltm and tomato juice cocktail, otherwise known as a Tired Bloody Mary...
Thursday, January 24, 2013
In 1957 two books were published that were destined to have long-lasting effects on American society, long exceeding the lives of their writers. One was On the Road by Jack Kerouac (see December's Book of the Month, which turned half the members of two generations into late-period Beatniks, transitional "Fringies" and ultimately, Hippies. The other was Atlas Shrugged by Ayn Rand, which turned the other half into radical libertarians, anti-government conservatives, and today's Republican Party. Even the erstwhile 2012 Republican VP candidate, Paul Ryan, cited the book as a seminal work in the development of his world view.
Who is John Galt? That's the annoyingly-repeated question scattered throughout the first two thirds of Atlas Shrugged, and it is just as annoyingly repeated on the waving placards of the Teabaggers at their rallies (see here for example).
So then, who is John Galt? It turns out that he is a one-man larger-than-life beacon of hope for the producing class, the industrialists, the captains of industry, i.e., the "makers", standing firmly against the onslaught of collectivism as promoted by lazy slacker socialist parasites intent on sharing the wealth, i.e., the "takers".
Does that ring a bell? It's the spirit – and some of the words – behind Mitt Romney's now-infamous "47%" speech at an expensive fundraiser attended by the "makers", and surreptitiously filmed by a "taker".
It's a long book and it's hard to get through. It's chock full of leaden prose and wooden dialogue from two dimensional characters plodding through unrealistic situations, all of it larded over with a stomach-churning mess of sophomoric half-baked "philosophy" that decries collective action, exalts the producing class over the parasites, and culminates in a "strike" by the capitalist industrialists which firmly reestablishes its control over the masses. (I will admit, in the spirit of full disclosure, that I have not actually read the entire book. But in the timeless words of the well-known literary critic John Simon, "How many spoonfuls of rotten stew do you need before you know the whole batch is spoiled?")
Although the action in the book is supposed to reflect the United States at some point in 1957's future, it depicts a society that is almost completely foreign to the America we know; it's actually a weird kind of science fiction, but without the science part.
She called her philosophy Objectivism, which she describes as "rational self-interest". As she explains in the pages of Atlas Shrugged, "My philosophy, in essence, is the concept of man as a heroic being, with his own happiness as the moral purpose of his life, with productive achievement as his noblest activity, and reason as his only absolute." [Emphasis added]. That doesn't leave much room for the great unwashed masses, the "takers" she decries as virtual parasites living off the wealth of the "makers".
This philosophy can have a profound resonance with those who already think of themselves as The Elite. In the cold hard facts of reality, however, it can be boiled down to the deathless words of Gordon Gecko in the movie Wall Street: "Greed is good."
Ayn Rand herself was a bundle of contradictions, an anti-collectivist who decried Social Security for its socialism, but ended up depending on it herself in her old age. A hero to the Religious Right who was herself an atheist. A Russian-born rabid critic of the Soviet Union who nevertheless exercised a Stalinist control over her own followers.
Ayn Rand died in 1982 but her influence on a certain segment of the population has never waned. If anything, it's gotten stronger. Unfortunately, and ironically, despite her paramount reliance on rational thought, the current followers of the Ayn Rand philosophy are anything but rational. We see it all the time in the party of climate change deniers, young-earth creationists and historical revisionism.
In the words of a popular t-shirt slogan, "You can't argue with crazy". Instead of trying to reason with these people, we'll all be better off by continuing to organize our own party and establish our own permanent majority. After we've elected enough Democrats to office at the local, state and Federal levels, the Republicans and their Ayn Rand philosophy will be cast out into the dustbin of history.
Tuesday, January 22, 2013
This is interesting. It's a time-lapse sequence from the space station over several night-time overflights of the planet.
It goes by so quickly that you can't quite make out exactly where you are at any given time. Given that, you are likely to miss that there is something very odd that shows up in western North Dakota, a cluster of lights that doesn't belong there. And that wasn't there six years ago.
Look at the upper left corner of that picture. That looks like a city larger than Chicago out there in the flat plains farmland of ... North Dakota?. What the fuck?
It turns out that it's not a new city after all. It's fracking oil wells, with the natural gas being burnt off. Burnt off. Oil companies exploiting the Bakken Shales by fracking are allowed to just burn off the natural gas that comes up along with the oil. Some locals call it "Kuwait on the Prairie".
NPR has the whole story and it's not a pretty one...
Monday, January 21, 2013
In honor of Martin Luther King Jr. Day, here's U2 with Pride in the Name of Love from 1984:
"Early morning, April 4/Shot rings out in the Memphis sky/Free at last, they took your life/They could not take your pride."
Actually, it was early evening and not early morning, but no matter...
Thursday, January 17, 2013
Back in the day, when I was kind of peripherally involved with certain elements of society who were considered "radical" (I previously posted something on this, quite coincidentally, exactly one year ago today), there was a certain amount of paranoia in the air about FBI undercover agents sent in as spies and agents provocateurs.
I especially remember one guy who seemed to pop up out of nowhere and was quite vocal in his desire to "stick it to the man". He proposed any number of outlandish plots, one of which, bombing the local National Guard Armory, he was especially eager to discuss.
Unfortunately for him, we weren't that kind of radical. A number of us were card-carrying members of the Students for a Democratic Society (SDS), and while we had a basic sympathy for, and agreement with, the stated goals of its splinter/offshoot group, the Weathermen (later the Weather Underground) -- and had Bill Ayres or Bernadine Dohrn actually made contact with us for assistance while they were in hiding, we would have rendered it gladly -- we didn't agree with their tactics of violence, symbolic though they may have been in intention and practice.
So this guy apparently got the idea and disappeared after a while. He had the look and the attitude and the slang and the politics down, but we all pretty much agreed that something just wasn't right about him.
Looking back now, especially after reading A Window Into Infiltration: The FBI Informant File of Sheila Louise O'Connor, it seems obvious that we weren't so paranoid after all. Now it appears more than likely that, as we suspected, the guy was an FBI informant/provocateur. (I can't recall his name now, but that doesn't matter since I'm sure it wasn't his real name.)
The FBI, doing its part, instituted COINTELPRO to disrupt, discredit and destroy the New Left and its allies in the Civil Rights Movement, the Black Liberation Movement, the Black Panthers, etc., and then put a bunch of the Weather Underground leaders on its Ten Most Wanted list, edging out a bunch of real criminals.
Sadly, the issues that fired up the radicals of the 1960s and 1970s are still with us: Racism, imperialism, neo-colonialism, political prisoners in our own repressive prison-industrial system, ongoing wars against indigenous Third World populations, etc. etc. So it is perfectly reasonable to assume that Occupy, to pick just one example, has more than its share of undercover agents and general provocateurs involved with it. And, as a simple Google search shows, this is a fact.
Wednesday, January 16, 2013
One of the many criticisms leveled against Barack Obama was that he was, in the words of Sarah Palin, "pallin' around with terrorists". That of course meant his still-not-entirely-clear relationship with one William Ayres, who back in the day, was one of the leaders of the then-notorious radical Weather Underground.
While the WU was responsible for a series of bombings of offices that were symbolic of American imperialism -- the Pentagon, several Department of Corrections offices, a police station, the Latin American HQ of ITT -- most people forget that they were scrupulous in trying to avoid injury and bloodshed in these attacks.
In fact, the only people ever killed by the Weather Underground were three members of the group who were accidentally blown up in 1970 in a Greenwich Village townhouse when a bomb they were assembling exploded prematurely.
That said, I wonder who else was pallin' around with terrorists. Take a look at this photo:
So who is that funny-looking little guy next to Nancy Reagan?
Well, glad you asked. That is none other than Israeli Prime Minister Menachim Begin, who in his youth was active in a Jewish terrorist group in Palestine called Irgun. Begin was directly responsible for the 1946 bombing of the King David Hotel which killed 91 people, British, Arab and Jewish. Unlike the Weather Underground, who killed no one except three of their own.
So tell me again, who was pallin' around with terrorists? But, as Saint Ronald himself said, "one man's terrorist is another man's freedom fighter."
Tuesday, January 15, 2013
Those of us who are a certain age can remember the National Rifle Association back in the 1950s as being different from the NRA today.
Back then the emphasis was on gun safety and marksmanship and recreational shooting. The organization was even behind a number of gun control laws that developed as a reaction to the lawless 1920s (they helped to outlaw machine guns) and urban unrest of the 1960s (too many black people having easy access to guns). As hard as it is to believe today, there was no undue reliance on an absolutist interpretation of the Second Amendment.
There's an excellent history lesson on the NRA and how it got taken over by the paranoid libertarian wing of American politics as recently as 1977, The Surprising Unknown History of the NRA that is well worth the read.
Monday, January 14, 2013
Here from 1933 is the cartoon version of Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs, starring the inimitable Betty Boop and featuring the incomparable Cab Calloway singing his St James Infirmary Blues. This short feature is commonly rated as one of the best cartoons ever made. Watch it and check out that animation: Its surrealism is almost like a freaky-deaky black-and-white acid trip!
Full disclosure: I first saw this at a theater in Isla Vista, California (home of the University of California Santa Barbara), in late 1973, Back then, it was kind of hard to see the screen through all the smoke in the air. No, I am not talking about tobacco. But you knew that...
Sunday, January 13, 2013
Okay, I'll admit it up front. I take a guilty pleasure in occasionally watching The Jerry Springer Show. It's not something I can take on a regular basis, but whenever I'm feeling down and weepy about my own personal situation, there's nothing like tuning in and watching an hour filled with people who are seriously fucked up. All of a sudden my little problems don't amount to a hill of beans in this crazy world*.
So it's with some not inconsiderable interest that I note that Jerry Springer himself admits that his show is destroying civilization:
Television host Jerry Springer on Friday described his own show as “an hour of escapism” with “no redeeming social value.”
“Look, my show is stupid,” he admitted during an interview with HuffPost Live host Alyona Minkovski. “It’s stupid, but it’s fun to do. I enjoy it. People obviously like it, otherwise they wouldn’t watch it.”
For his show, Springer interviews guests embroiled in every sort of scandalous and bizarre drama, from those cheating on their spouses to those involved in incestuous relationships. He insisted everything on The Jerry Springer Show was real, not staged or scripted.
Springer said that by paving the way for other reality TV shows, he had become “the father of the destruction of Western civilization.”
Posted by Farnsworth68 at 3:29 PM
Friday, January 11, 2013
It's long been a meme of the NRA and their enablers (e.g., Alex Jones' tirade shown in the Daily Show clip I posted Wednesday) that an armed populace is the only thing standing between us and tyranny, and that Hitler "confiscated" all the privately-owned guns in Germany.
But did he really? I always "knew" -- without really knowing -- that it didn't happen that way, but Mother Jones has an article, Was Hitler Really a Fan of Gun Control? on that very subject:
As World War I drew to a close, the new Weimar Republic government banned nearly all private gun ownership to comply with the Treaty of Versailles and mandated that all guns and ammunition "be surrendered immediately." The law was loosened in 1928, and gun permits were granted to citizens "of undoubted reliability" (in the law's words) but not "persons who are itinerant like Gypsies." In 1938, under Nazi rule, gun laws became significantly more relaxed. Rifle and shotgun possession were deregulated and gun access for hunters, Nazi Party members, and government officials was expanded. The legal age to own a gun was lowered. Jews, however, were prohibited from owning firearms and other dangerous weapons.Read the whole thing for a healthy shot of historical reality. I'm sure I'll have a lot more to say on the issue as attempts to regulate firearms unfold.
Wednesday, January 09, 2013
Here's his take on the current "gun control" issue:
|The Daily Show with Jon Stewart||Mon - Thurs 11p / 10c|
|Scapegoat Hunter - Gun Control|
"Is it possible to regulate bags of hammers? Or people who are as dumb as...?"
Tuesday, January 08, 2013
Long-time readers of this blog know that I've always taken a special delight in skewering Rusty Limpdick (aka Rush Limbaugh), but I've noticed to my chagrin that it's been a while since I thrust a harpoon at the Great White Whale.
Well, that hiatus has come to an end. When I read 25 Examples That Prove Rush Limbaugh Is A "Low-Information" Radio Host over at Media Matters, I couldn't help myself. I had to pass it on.
Limbaugh Mocks Fact That Unemployment Benefits Are Stimulus. Limbaugh denied that unemployment benefits have a positive effect on the economy, saying it's a "crock" that extending them translates into economic growth. In fact, studies show that these benefits stimulate the overall economy and provide greater economic impact on growth than the Bush tax cuts for upper-income earners.There's a lot more, so be sure to read the whole thing.
Limbaugh: "Everything -- Except The Polls -- Points To A Romney Landslide." Under the headline "Everything -- Except The Polls -- Points To A Romney Landslide," Limbaugh's website posted a transcript of his radio show in which he said his "intellectual analysis" of the election was that "it's not even close. Three hundred-plus electoral votes for Romney."
Limbaugh Rewrites Obama's Dreams To Falsely Claim "Racist" Attack. Limbaugh used a new biography about President Obama's life to claim he viewed his high school basketball coach and his team as "racist" and that Obama wrote in his book Dreams From My Father that "he played black ball, the coach coached white ball, and as such the coach was a racist, the team was racist, strategy of the game was racist, and Obama rode the bench." In fact, Obama wrote that he disabused a friend who suggested racism was a factor in him not getting more playing time on the basketball team.
Oh, and Rusty, you fucking draft dodger, I'm still waiting for that High Noon Showdown that I challenged you to way back in 2005. But I don't have to worry. If Rusty ever came up against a real Vietnam veteran, he'd be wetting his pants faster than a fratboy after beer call.
While he apparently is hauling some baggage around with him (his comments on "the Jewish Lobby", his past lack of support for LGBT issues, his Republicanism), Chuck Hagel is, on the whole, a good choice for Defense.
I've especially and immensely enjoyed the faux-outrage criticism, without even a whiff of irony, by the wingnuttery that he's "anti-gay". As has been said before, if Obama came out today for motherhood and apple pie, the Rethugs in Congress would pass a resolution against them both tomorrow.
I don't know if we've ever had a Secretary of Defense who has come out of a background that included Purple-Heart-winning ground combat as a regular grunt before, but Hagel will bring a much-needed sense of reality to the job of Secretary of Defense. And there's no reason to think that he'll go off the rails and go in a direction that his boss doesn't want him to go in.
So grab some popcorn, crack open a beer and watch the nomination fight in Congress. It's a good prelude to the one we'll see when John Kerry is nominated for Secretary of State.
Monday, January 07, 2013
Word on the street has it that David Byrne of the Talking Heads saw the 1997 interview on 60 Minutes with former Weather Underground member Matthew Landy Steen and was inspired to write this song. It's about someone living in hiding in the radical underground, dressing in disguises and keeping one step ahead of the law.
Aside from that, it's also a really great song!
Thursday, January 03, 2013
This brought back some memories. Entertaining Vietnam is a short documentary about non-USO entertainers in Vietnam, many of them Australians, who had to live by their wits and fly by the seat of their pants to bring their shows to GIs in the boonies and places where the establishment acts didn't -- or wouldn't -- go.
Several of these performers, such as Cathy Wayne (shown in this film), were actually killed in Vietnam, including a van full of band members who were killed in a "friendly fire" ambush by South Vietnamese "Ruff Puffs" (RF-PF, Regional Force-Popular Force, the dimwitted morons of the Vietnamese forces) on the road to Vung Tao. The same road on which I served as a shotgun guard on convoys (of course the Ruff-Puffs weren't about to take on a heavily armed convoy of American troops).
These entertainers are an unsung and forgotten lot whose story has not been told until now. Be sure to check this out as soon as possible, since I think it will be available for only a limited time.
Sorry I couldn't embed it.
Wednesday, January 02, 2013
So just before Xmas I get, out of the blue, an email from a friend of mine, someone that I've known for years (I used to work for her mother, some 25 years ago), with a surprising bit of quite alarming news:
Sorry I did not inform you about my sudden trip out of the country to Belgium. Am here to see my ill cousin, she is suffering Kidney disease and must undergo Kidney transplant to save her life. Kidney transplant is very expensive here so i want to transfer her back home to have the surgery implemented.
I really need to take care of this now but my credit card can't work here. I traveled with little money due to the short time I had to prepare for this trip and never expected things to be the way it is right now. I need a loan of $1,500 from you to take care of things here and I promise to reimburse you at my return. Kindly get back to me asap if you can assist so I'll advise on how to transfer funds.
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Wow, what a shocker. Naturally you can imagine my distress. I didn't even know she had a cousin in Belgium, nor did I know that medical care was SOOO expensive in Europe (take that Mister Barack Socialized Medicine Obama!). So I lost no time in responding to her:
Thanks for thinking of me in your time of need. Sad news about your cousin, but fortunately for everyone, this comes at a time when, due to my well-known volunteer work with the Chernobyl cleanup, I happen to have an extra Kidney. Since I don't need three of them, and the third one is inconveniently living outside my body in an extruding sac that, if the truth were known, is turning into quite an eyesore, not to mention a hassle when I try to put on my pants, I will gladly donate it to your cousin.
I'd love to send money as well, but as you know, I've had to spend most of my savings on a new wardrobe to accommodate my extra Kidney -- ironic in that if I donate the Kidney, I will have to spend an equal amount of money to have my wardrobe altered to fit me once again. Oh, well...
So, that being said, I am willing to get on a plane and fly to Belgium tomorrow, if needs be, to give your dear cousin my extraneous body part. Please reserve me a room at the Stilton, and inform room service that I would like some Belgian waffles, some Belgian ale, and some of that incredible Belgian tiger stake-and-Kidney pie (from the Belgian Congo, of course) garnished with Belgian endive waiting for me. Yum I can hardly wait...
BUT...the only problem I have is with the money: I don't have enough to actually buy the ticket, so I have taken the liverty to forward your Kidney email to our mutual friend Bob Giblette.
I'm kind of surprised, actually, that you didn't contact him yourself, since as you know he recently came into that substantial "inheritance" from his dearly-beloved "aunt" in Nigeria, so much money in fact that he is actually contemplating retiring from the FBI and becoming a gentleman of leisure/private detective.
I'm sure that Bob, while he is still employed at the Omaha Field Office of the FBI, will be more than happy to work with you.
Expect a contact from him soon.
[misspellings etc., e.g., "liverty", are intentional]
Assholes. Everybody knows a bunch of them, and they seem to be multiplying like self-absorbed rabbits in McGregor's garden. But up until now, no one has done a scientific study of them. Aaron James is a university professor of philosophy and an avid surfer, and those disciplines give him the insight needed for his new book, Assholes: A Theory.
For the first time James attempts a scientific definition of the term "asshole", examines many examples of asshole-osity that we see around us, and answers the questions regarding the source, the genesis, the future of assholes, why some cultures have so many of them (the US) and some so few (Japan), and most importantly, how we can deal with them.
I got the book because I couldn't resist the title. I thought it would be funny, and it is, but it's also a serious study of the phenomenom, and examines why we find so many assholes are on the Right (e.g., Dick Cheney, Bill O'Reilly, Sean Hannity, Glenn Beck, etc.), and relatively few on the Left (e.g., Michael Moore, Keith Olbermann). He also goes to some length explaining why so few assholes are female (Ann Coulter).
The section on Asshole Capitalism alone is worth the price of admission, and it's pretty scary stuff. Unlike Jon Ronson, James holds that CEOs and the like are, for the most part, not sociopaths or psychopaths but just Assholes. They think like Assholes, they do asshole stuff, and the rest of us get left behind.
As an aside, go read the Amazon reviews. As one reviewer says, "Apparently the robotic censors that patrol the reviews will not allow a review to post that actually uses the title of this book."