It was exactly ten years ago today that I published my very first post on this blog, a blog that I wondered at the time if I could even carry on for six months without running out of stuff to write about... Ha.
For the record, here is my very first post, Twins in Uniform. (Jeez, it looks like even way back then I was not above writing some "clickbait" headlines...)
This continued as a weekly feature, counting up the number of days that the slacker Bush twins, Jenna and Not-Jenna, had wasted since they graduated college, all the way up to my Dead Horse Edition, when, after 163 weeks of these gentle reminders, their continued reluctance to serve their country forced me to cancel what I fondly called my weekly Bush Twins in Uniform Watch.
It was a good run while it lasted. By the time of that final post they had spent a total of 1507 days NOT in uniform since they graduated college.
Oh, in case you were wondering, Jenna and Not-Jenna never did take my advice and enlist in the military service. Yeah, big surprise that.
So anyway, after over 2700 posts I think it's time I stepped aside. I just don't have that "fire in the belly" that I used to have. Lately you've probably noticed that I've basically been phoning it in, when I bother to post at all.
A huge thank you to all my regular readers. But I really think it's time I stepped aside and let the younger generation take over. After all I am 70 years old...
As I say when I get the rare sales call, "I'm an elderly shut-in on a fixed income".
Goodbye and thanks for reading. Keep up the fight!
Monday, June 22, 2015
Ten Years Down -- I Quit!
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Monday, June 15, 2015
Monday Music Break: Free Bird
If by some odd chance you have not already seen Rob Zombie's "two-film trilogy" of cult=classic exploitation horror movies, starting with 2003's House of 1,000 Corpses and ending with its 2005 sequel, The Devil's Rejects, I'd advise you to stop reading right now and go see them. House of 1,000 Corpses is available here on YouTube, and The Devil's Rejects is available on DVD from Netflix.
Note: Spoilers follow.
As you all know, I am a big fan of "cult classic" exploitation movies. Everyone thinks the whole phenomenon ended in 1959 or so, but that isn't so. It just took a few turns and went underground (even more). The midnight-movie success of The Rocky Horror Picture Show, which as far as I know hasn't stopped showing somewhere since its debut in 1975, is living proof of this.
So here are the masters of southern hard rock Lynryd Skynyrd with the song that routinely appears on everybody's list of top ten rock and roll masterpieces, Free Bird:
This is the final scene, with the original soundtrack, from The Devil's Rejects, and it shows the best slow-motion death scene since Sam Peckinpah's seminal The Wild Bunch from 1969. Hell, maybe it's even better than that. I'll let you be the judge.
Warning: Once you have watched this, you will never be able to "unsee" it. And you'll likely never hear Free Bird the same again.
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Labels: Free Bird, Lynrird Skynyrd, Monday Music Break, Rob Zombie
Sunday, June 14, 2015
JFK Assassination: The Hidell Draft Card
One thing that has nagged at me for the last 50+ years is the "Hidell Draft Card" that was allegedly found in the possession of Lee Harvey Oswald, which neatly tied him into the receipt of the Mannlicher-Carcano rifle sent to the Hidell PO box. It did tie up neatly several threads of the "investigation", but I don't think I've ever seen a real serious analysis of that card itself.
Take a look at that card. It kind of looks like a "regular issue" draft card, except for one glaring exception: The photograph.
Selective Service registration cards did not have photographs.
Putting aside the questions as to whether that photo really is LHO, but assuming the Warren Report is correct and Oswald created that phony draft card so he'd have some kind of photo ID, the question is this: Why would he go out of his way to create a phony ID that pretty much every male in the United States would look at askance, since draft cards NEVER contained a photograph? Every male over the age of 18, at least since the end of WWII, was issued a draft card. Who would not question the validity of one that had a photograph?
So what do those numbers on draft cards indicate? Like Social Security numbers, they were an easy way to identify an individual.
Mine was 45 23 45 152
First box -- state (e.g., Washington is 45), arranged alphabetically (Alaska and Hawaii were not states when this was first set up, which is why the count is off now; Washington should be 47).
Second box -- Draft board number within the state (23), usually consisting of a county or similar administrative subdivision.
Third box -- Year of birth (1945).
Fourth box -- Numerical count of people registering for that birth year -- (I was the 152nd person to register).
"Hidell" Selective Service Number: 42 224 39 5321
Unless I miss my guess, 42 was Utah (Texas was 41), and it's doubtful there were 224 local draft boards in Utah. Oswald was born in 1939, but again it's doubtful that there were over 5,000 men at that draft board born in 1939.
So it's kind of odd that Oswald would put a photo on his already-obviously fake Hidell draft card, when literally every male in the country knew what one was supposed to look like. This really doesn't pass the "smell test".
I don't know, of course, and as usual, what it really means. It's just another anomaly in an event that is so chock full of anomalies that they are spilling out over the top.
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Labels: Hidell Draft Card, JFK assassination, Lee Harvey Oswald
Saturday, June 13, 2015
More on the Kennedy Assassination
Regular readers know that I am fascinated -- maybe obsessed is a better word -- by the assassination of John F. Kennedy.
I just stumbled on a fairly reasoned analysis on a site called Stratfor Global Intelligence that asks some questions that have been more or less ignored, and focuses on a neglected actor in the whole assassination cast of questionable characters: Marina Oswald.
The official story, found in the Warren Report, asks us to believe some pretty incredible things about the wife of Lee Harvey Oswald:
1. Marina, part of the Soviet upper-middle class, reasonably educated and an attractive young woman, meets Lee Harvey Oswald and is so smitten by him that she agrees to marry him in a little over a month — two weeks of which he spent courting her from a hospital bed.It's pretty interesting stuff. The author takes the position that the Warren Report is probably basically correct, but the glaring questions about Marina have gone unanswered.
2. The Soviet government grants Marina permission to marry him in the span of 10 days, despite the fact that this is an MVD colonel's niece marrying a U.S. defector.
3. Oswald immediately decides to head back to the United States, and in spite of her uncle's supposed objections — and Prusakov [her MVD, aka KGB, uncle] could have stopped this dead in its tracks if he wanted — she is granted permission to leave the Soviet Union in the company of an American defector. The time between her formal request and receiving permission is a matter of weeks.
Endless questions flow from this, ranging from what the mission was to why the U.S. embassy permitted Marina into the country. This now enters into the realm of speculation. However, one thing is clear to us: Any theory as to what happened on Nov. 22, 1963, that does not take into careful account the role of Marina Oswald is inherently flawed. This includes the Warren Commission's own findings. If Lee Harvey Oswald killed John F. Kennedy, there has been no adequate explanation of Marina Oswald's role in this.
As I've said before, the truth will likely not come out in my lifetime. Maybe not in anyone's lifetime -- after all, most of the participants and "interested parties" are now dead. It kind of bugs me that after 50+ years I will go to my grave without knowing the truth...
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Labels: JFK assassination
Saturday Poetry Slam -- Ozymandias
Ozymandias
by Percy B. Shelley
I met a traveller from an antique landMore Reading:
Who said: "Two vast and trunkless legs of stone
Stand in the desert. Near them on the sand,
Half sunk, a shattered visage lies, whose frown
And wrinkled lip and sneer of cold command
Tell that its sculptor well those passions read
Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things,
The hand that mocked them and the heart that fed.
And on the pedestal these words appear:
`My name is Ozymandias, King of Kings:
Look on my works, ye mighty, and despair!'
Nothing beside remains. Round the decay
Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare,
The lone and level sands stretch far away".
· Ozymandias on Wikipedia
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Labels: Saturday Poetry Slam
Tuesday, June 09, 2015
What a Week!
My brother-in-law was here from Hawaii all week and he goes like a bat outta hell. He doesn't have anything but high gear. So I am exhausted from running around after him. It's not fair -- he's a week younger than me and has all that energy.
I am exhausted so it's going to be some light posting for a few more days.
Thanks for reading.
--The F Man
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Wednesday, June 03, 2015
Must-See Cinema: Rockers 1978
This week I am proud to present 1978's Rockers, a semi-documentary look at the old-school Jamaican roots reggae culture.
Trailer:
This film, loosely based on that masterpiece of Italian neo-realism, Bicycle Thieves, shows a slice of daily life of the Rastafarian roots reggae culture, featuring many actual reggae musicians and a score that includes many of the greats: Peter Tosh, Gregory Isaacs, Burning Spear. The soundtrack alone is worth the price of admission.
I first saw this at a local college film festival circa 1980 and was blown away by it. Then it disappeared, but thanks to the DVD revolution it's available on DVD from Netlix.
If you watch it, it's best to brush up on your Rasta/Patois-English first. Even though it is subtitled in more-or-less standard English, some things will still remain a mystery.
I wanted to include a video of Peter Tosh singing my favorite cut from the soundtrack, Steppin' Razor, but for some vague copyright reason, YouTube won't allow it to be embedded on any other websites, so you can see it here.
Highly recommended.
Links:
- Rockers on the IMDB.
- Rockers Soundtrack on Amazon
- Rockers on Netflix
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Labels: must-see cinema, reggae
Monday, June 01, 2015
Monday Music Break: Born in the USA
Here's Bruce Springsteen with Born in the USA from 1984:
But really, the big question is this: Are politicians, especially Republicans who seem to have carved out their own patriotic niche just for this song (I'm looking at you, Ronald Reagan), too stupid to know what it's really about? According to Parker Malloy at The Daily Beast, the answer to that question is yes, they are.
In case there's still a question, here are the lyrics:
Born down in a dead man's townHmmm. Not quite the patriotic anthem they want you to think it is, is it?
The first kick I took was when I hit the ground
You end up like a dog that's been beat too much
Till you spend half your life just covering up
Born in the U.S.A.
I was born in the U.S.A.
I was born in the U.S.A.
Born in the U.S.A.
Got in a little hometown jam so they put a rifle in my hand
Sent me off to a foreign land to go and kill the yellow man
Born in the U.S.A.
I was born in the U.S.A.
I was born in the U.S.A.
I was born in the U.S.A.
Born in the U.S.A.
Come back home to the refinery
Hiring man says "son if it was up to me"
Went down to see my V.A. man
He said "son don't you understand now"
Had a brother at Khe Sahn fighting off the Viet Cong
They're still there he's all gone
He had a woman he loved in Saigon
I got a picture of him in her arms now
Down in the shadow of penitentiary
Out by the gas fires of the refinery
I'm ten years burning down the road
Nowhere to run ain't got nowhere to go
Born in the U.S.A.
I was born in the U.S.A.
Born in the U.S.A.
I'm a long gone daddy in the U.S.A.
Born in the U.S.A.
Born in the U.S.A.
Born in the U.S.A.
I'm a cool rocking daddy in the U.S.A.
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Labels: Monday Music Break, Vietnam