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Interesting reading

Tuesday, October 15th, 2019

1093 patents: The inventor of the phonograph was completely deaf in one ear and could barely hear in the other, the result of a mysterious affliction in his childhood. To appreciate a delicate tune emanating from a music player or piano, he would chomp into the wood and absorb the sound waves into his skull. From there they would pass through the cochlea and into the auditory nerve…The year after inventing the phonograph, Edison built a telephone that surpassed the devices made by its inventors, Alexander Graham Bell and Elisha Gray, in an official contest of call clarity. The year after that, he achieved semidivine status with his incandescent light bulb. He did all this by the time he was 33, despite almost no prior experience in acoustics, telephony, or illumination technology.

Hey, what’s on TV?

Monday, October 14th, 2019

Oh, it’s just people being illegally monitored by the State Department, if this allegation is true. How weird is this?

More hilarity, but…

Monday, October 14th, 2019

Not a joke:

Billions of people around the globe are well-acquainted with SpongeBob Squarepants and the antics of the title character and his friends on Bikini Bottom. By the same token, there is an absence of public discourse about the whitewashing of violent American military activities through SpongeBob’s occupation and reclaiming of the bottom of Bikini Atoll’s lagoon. SpongeBob Squarepants and his friends play a role in normalizing the settler colonial takings of Indigenous lands while erasing the ancestral Bikinian people from their nonfictional homeland. This article exposes the complicity of popular culture in maintaining American military hegemonies in Oceania while amplifying the enduring indigeneity (Kauanui 2016) of the Marshallese people, who maintain deeply spiritual and historical connections to land — even land they cannot occupy due to residual radiation contamination from US nuclear weapons testing — through a range of cultural practices, including language, song, and weaving. This article also considers the gendered violence of nuclear colonialism and the resilience of Marshallese women.

Funny, except if you are paying your kid’s tuition at the college she teaches at.


Sunday, October 13th, 2019

Marathon, marathon
Mara, mara, marathon

Join us now, we’re on a marathon
We’re always dancing when the music plays
Join us now, we’re on a marathon
Dancing, dancing through the nights and days

We must dance because the Twenties roar
The Twenties roar because there’s bathtub gin
Vo-de-o-do and the road to sin
The road to whoopee and a whole lot more

Charles A. Lindbergh, tons of confetti
Dempsey-Tunney, Sacco and Vanzetti
Black, black Monday and the market drops
But we keep on dancing, dancing, we can’t stop

Marathon, marathon
Mara, mara, marathon

Join us now, we’re on a marathon
We’re always dancing when the music plays
Join us now, we’re on a marathon
Dancing, dancing through the nights and days

We must dance because the Thirties scream
The Thirties scream because the Horsemen ride
Orphan Annie lives, Daddy Warbucks dies
Breadlines, shanty towns, Frankenstein’s bride

Adolf Hitler and the Ziegfeld follies
Joseph Stalin and a bag full of jollies
Call your broker and buy marzipan
While we keep on dancing, dancing on and on

Marathon, marathon
Mara, mara, marathon
Marathon, marathon
Mara, mara, marathon

Join us now, we’re on a marathon
We’re always dancing when the music plays
Join us now, we’re on a marathon
Dancing, dancing through the nights and days

We must dance because the Forties burn
The Forties burn because the trumpets blare
The Yanks are coming, coming over there
Auschwitz, Edelweiss, Drang and Sturm

Manhattan Project, Robert Oppenheim
God makes mushrooms just as God makes time
Peace is sweet, man, like a lollipop
So we keep on dancing, dancing, we can’t stop

Marathon, marathon
Mara, mara, marathon
Marathon, marathon
Mara, mara, marathon

Join us now, we’re on a marathon
We’re always dancing when the music plays
Join us now, we’re on a marathon
Dancing, dancing through the nights and days

We must dance because the Fifties zing
The Fifties zing because the Sixties swing
And the Seventies flash and the Eighties bang
And the Nineties whimper and the century hangs

Robots working in the cotton fields
Vacations on Venus just a tourist deal
Fornication on tape, instant happiness
So we keep on dancing, dancing, we can’t rest

Marathon, marathon
Mara, mara, marathon
Marathon, marathon
Mara, mara, marathon

The above is from a late 60’s production in the Village. Our question is whether any 2020 college graduate knows any of the references except for Hitler, and, um, maybe him too.

Think we’re joking? Kids don’t know who Moses is.

Marathon – wow!

Saturday, October 12th, 2019

“Eliud Kipchoge became the first person to run a marathon in under two hours, clocking in at 1:59:40 as he passed the finish line Saturday morning in Vienna, Austria. “It has taken 65 years for a human being to make history in sport, after Roger Bannister made history in 1954,” Kipchoge, who’s Kenyan, said.” Bannister was breaking the 4 minute mile of course. Hey, this 4.5 minutes for 26 miles is no big deal: we did our first marathon at lower than three hours and forty one minutes, almost as fast as Eliud Kipchoge if you subtract our coffee breaks.

Downers and Uppers

Saturday, October 12th, 2019

(1) Amy Wax downer from the past; (2) the VDH downer again; (3) the Harvard 93% downer: (4) the Venice Beach downer, a place we ran to every weekend, but no more; (5) the two plus two downer again; (6) funny tomahawk downer, funny except for the part where people take such trivialities so very seriously, tut tut – hey, you can’t talk about King Tut that way, Steve; (7) hilarious downer in the name of Saint Greta; (8) finally, an upper courtesy of Larry Elder, so maybe there is some hope on the horizon.

Update: eh.

From funny to bad

Friday, October 11th, 2019

Funny: “My wife told the president she doesn’t understand how he can do what he is doing while under nonstop assault. ‘I don’t either,’ he said.” Also funny was the pillow guy. Bad: media MIA on Omar. BTW, Power Line doesn’t seem particularly “right-wing.”

$8B versus $39B – who wins?

Friday, October 11th, 2019

$8B versus $39B. Who wins?-duh.

Homework assignment

Friday, October 11th, 2019

Use the word idiot in a sentence.

Yesterday versus today

Thursday, October 10th, 2019

VDH. Sigh.

Bizarro world seems normal by comparison

Thursday, October 10th, 2019

October 6-8 poll of RV’s, not LV’s: 48% D, 44% R, 12% I. Gosh, what you you think such a thing would show?


Wednesday, October 9th, 2019

Roger Simon observes indicators that things are speeding up in the Barr/Durham investigation and that it’s getting much worse for the bad guys. And DiGenova and Rudy then got aggressive about the scandal’s going straight to the top. Take a look at some practically giddy videos on the Ingraham show.

Something significant appears to be happening. The other day in reading the Clapper statement on CNN, we thought he had a mental freeze when he said that he and others were just following the orders of Obama in spying on Trump and Russia, sometimes committing serious offenses like putting knowingly false FISA warrants before judges. Stay tuned, with fingers crossed.

Another Clapper Caper

Tuesday, October 8th, 2019

Referring to 2016:

The message I’m getting from all this is, apparently what we were supposed to have done was to ignore the Russian interference, ignore the Russian meddling and the threat that it poses to us, and oh, by the way, blown off what the then commander in chief, President Obama, told us to do, which was to assemble all the reporting that we could that we had available to us and put it in one report that the president could pass on to the Congress and to the next administration. And while we’re at it, declassify as much as we possibly could to make it public, and that’s what we did. It’s kind of disconcerting now to be investigated for, you know having done our duty and done what we were told to do by the president.

The original Clapper Caper was much funnier, but this Clapper, like Sergeant Schultz, sees nothing, knows nothing, and was just following orders. From whom, by the way? Oh yes, and did those orders from the Top include filing fraudulent FISA materials?

Shocking update: we agree with AOC for once.

Something nice – for a change

Monday, October 7th, 2019

Mr. W:

Five years have past;
five summers, with the length
Of five long winters and again I hear
These waters, rolling from their mountain-springs
With a soft inland murmur. — Once again
Do I behold these steep and lofty cliffs,
That on a wild secluded scene impress
Thoughts of more deep seclusion; and connect
The landscape with the quiet of the sky.
The day is come when I again repose
Here, under this dark sycamore, and view
These plots of cottage-ground, these orchard-tufts,
Which at this season, with their unripe fruits,
Are clad in one green hue, and lose themselves
‘Mid groves and copses. Once again I see
These hedge-rows, hardly hedge-rows, little lines
Of sportive wood run wild: these pastoral farms,
Green to the very door; and wreaths of smoke
Sent up, in silence, from among the trees!
With some uncertain notice, as might seem
Of vagrant dwellers in the houseless woods,
Or of some Hermit’s cave, where by his fire
The Hermit sits alone.

These beauteous forms,
Through a long absence, have not been to me
As is a landscape to a blind man’s eye:
But oft, in lonely rooms, and ‘mid the din
Of towns and cities, I have owed to them,
In hours of weariness, sensations sweet,
Felt in the blood, and felt along the heart;
And passing even into my purer mind
With tranquil restoration:—feelings too
Of unremembered pleasure: such, perhaps,
As have no slight or trivial influence
On that best portion of a good man’s life,
His little, nameless, unremembered, acts
Of kindness and of love. Nor less, I trust,
To them I may have owed another gift,
Of aspect more sublime; that blessed mood,
In which the burthen of the mystery,
In which the heavy and the weary weight
Of all this unintelligible world,
Is lightened:—that serene and blessed mood,
In which the affections gently lead us on,—
Until, the breath of this corporeal frame
And even the motion of our human blood
Almost suspended, we are laid asleep
In body, and become a living soul:
While with an eye made quiet by the power
Of harmony, and the deep power of joy,
We see into the life of things.

If this Be but a vain belief, yet, oh! how oft—
In darkness and amid the many shapes
Of joyless daylight; when the fretful stir
Unprofitable, and the fever of the world,
Have hung upon the beatings of my heart—
How oft, in spirit, have I turned to thee,
O sylvan Wye! thou wanderer thro’ the woods,
How often has my spirit turned to thee!
And now, with gleams of half-extinguished thought,
With many recognitions dim and faint,
And somewhat of a sad perplexity,
The picture of the mind revives again:
While here I stand, not only with the sense
Of present pleasure, but with pleasing thoughts
That in this moment there is life and food
For future years. And so I dare to hope,
Though changed, no doubt, from what I was when first
I came among these hills; when like a roe
I bounded o’er the mountains, by the sides
Of the deep rivers, and the lonely streams,
Wherever nature led: more like a man
Flying from something that he dreads, than one
Who sought the thing he loved. For nature then
(The coarser pleasures of my boyish days
And their glad animal movements all gone by)
To me was all in all.—I cannot paint
What then I was. The sounding cataract
Haunted me like a passion: the tall rock,
The mountain, and the deep and gloomy wood,
Their colours and their forms, were then to me
An appetite; a feeling and a love,
That had no need of a remoter charm,
By thought supplied, not any interest
Unborrowed from the eye.—That time is past,
And all its aching joys are now no more,
And all its dizzy raptures. Not for this
Faint I, nor mourn nor murmur; other gifts
Have followed; for such loss, I would believe,
Abundant recompense. For I have learned
To look on nature, not as in the hour
Of thoughtless youth; but hearing oftentimes
The still sad music of humanity,
Nor harsh nor grating, though of ample power
To chasten and subdue.—And I have felt
A presence that disturbs me with the joy
Of elevated thoughts; a sense sublime
Of something far more deeply interfused,
Whose dwelling is the light of setting suns,
And the round ocean and the living air,
And the blue sky, and in the mind of man:
A motion and a spirit, that impels
All thinking things, all objects of all thought,
And rolls through all things. Therefore am I still
A lover of the meadows and the woods
And mountains; and of all that we behold
From this green earth; of all the mighty world
Of eye, and ear,—both what they half create,
And what perceive; well pleased to recognise
In nature and the language of the sense
The anchor of my purest thoughts, the nurse,
The guide, the guardian of my heart, and soul
Of all my moral being.

Nor perchance, If I were not thus taught, should I the more
Suffer my genial spirits to decay:
For thou art with me here upon the banks
Of this fair river; thou my dearest Friend,
My dear, dear Friend; and in thy voice I catch
The language of my former heart, and read
My former pleasures in the shooting lights
Of thy wild eyes. Oh! yet a little while
May I behold in thee what I was once,
My dear, dear Sister! and this prayer I make,
Knowing that Nature never did betray
The heart that loved her; ’tis her privilege,
Through all the years of this our life, to lead
From joy to joy: for she can so inform
The mind that is within us, so impress
With quietness and beauty, and so feed
With lofty thoughts, that neither evil tongues,
Rash judgments, nor the sneers of selfish men,
Nor greetings where no kindness is, nor all
The dreary intercourse of daily life,
Shall e’er prevail against us, or disturb
Our cheerful faith, that all which we behold
Is full of blessings. Therefore let the moon
Shine on thee in thy solitary walk;
And let the misty mountain-winds be free
To blow against thee: and, in after years,
When these wild ecstasies shall be matured
Into a sober pleasure; when thy mind
Shall be a mansion for all lovely forms,
Thy memory be as a dwelling-place
For all sweet sounds and harmonies; oh! then,
If solitude, or fear, or pain, or grief,
Should be thy portion, with what healing thoughts
Of tender joy wilt thou remember me,
And these my exhortations! Nor, perchance—
If I should be where I no more can hear
Thy voice, nor catch from thy wild eyes these gleams
Of past existence—wilt thou then forget
That on the banks of this delightful stream
We stood together; and that I, so long
A worshipper of Nature, hither came
Unwearied in that service: rather say
With warmer love—oh! with far deeper zeal
Of holier love. Nor wilt thou then forget,
That after many wanderings, many years
Of absence, these steep woods and lofty cliffs,
And this green pastoral landscape, were to me
More dear, both for themselves and for thy sake!

Some things dating back to 1131.

M-I-C, see you real soon

Monday, October 7th, 2019

Between the grotesque “education” system, which has destroyed so many Americans in two generations, and the micro-cultures of social media, it seems we’re on a road to being Yanomamö bushmen, if you can still say men.

We come from a time when everyone knew the TV song in the title, and so forth: “Mr. Green Jeans, Dancing Bear is Dancing Bare”, while the Captain and we watched chickens hatch from their eggs. (Hey, want to know the complete lyrics from 77 Sunset Strip and the Kookie comb song too, as well as those castaways, the oil millionaire from Texas in BH, etc etc?)

But despite our recognition of these breakdowns in broad cohesiveness in the USA, we still utterly fail to understand this business about TRAITOR Orange Man, not just from the lunatic left, but from lunatic GOPers too.

Okay, you don’t like the guy, that’s easy enough to understand, but why turn a hundred yard dash into a marathon? 4 or 8 years is trivial. We’re quite serious; we have no understanding why so many engage in such weird nonsense talk. Help!!!

January 2016

Sunday, October 6th, 2019

Clarice has a good piece on the updated version of this, AKA the treasonous idiot at Pacifica. We hadn’t really focused on the fact that the Ukraine shenanigans started way back in January of 2016. It’s a very long list of people who need to go to jail for a long time.

2+2=4? It depends on who you are

Sunday, October 6th, 2019


Seattle public schools published a “K-12 Math Ethnic Studies Framework,” yet another step in a nationwide, decades-long, Progressive effort to dumb down the teaching of math. The program aims to “identify how math has been and continues to be used to oppress and marginalize people and communities of color,” “create counter narratives about the origins of mathematical knowledge,” “demonstrate mathematical literacy by applying concepts to real world problems through dialogue and story telling,” “redefine mathematical learning through cooperative learning, engagement, advocacy, and action,” “redefine mathematical learning through cooperative learning, engagement, advocacy, and action,” and “explain how math dictates economic oppression.”

Nice country you’ve got there.

“The skim is the scam” is global and much bigger than we thought (DUH!)

Saturday, October 5th, 2019

It’s not just that the USA is taking $7 trillion annually from taxpayers and using – what? 3-4% of that, (over $100+ billion?) – to fund the “skim is the scam” club, where politicians take money off the top via both their annual spending deals, as well as fee and equity arrangements with the companies “employing” their family members, or paying relatives’ firms tens of millions of dollars.

We thought it was a BIG truth-giveaway and hallmark of The Elite Skim/Scam Club for Comey to go from a $170K salary to $6MM in one year. Hey. great deal, if rare! Alas, we underestimated the extent of the problem by many billions.

We should have realized that very genteel corporate and government criminal bribing, as in drinking tea with pinky extended, is a huge worldwide enterprise, one in which there is no understatement, as Biden’s openly, loudly bragging about the Ukraine deal shows. No big deal: his kid just got a few bucks to work with. Same with China of course.

The elites of the Globalists get paid very well, both in their real jobs and more importantly in their scams, as is obvious from the above. Hey, the UN alone has a $60 billion annual budget – spread some around! Thus a clear thinking and acting nationalist like Orange Man is a huge threat that must be taken out.

Hence the loudness of CNN and others, because it’s not just about the USA. CNN alone has 36 worldwide offices. How much are the payouts for those to keep running, and what reporting and other services have to be performed for the host countries? Hey, check out CNN in North Korea for a little flavor.

We do not have a good feeling about all this.

“33% of Americans answered correctly”

Friday, October 4th, 2019

Okay then: The sample for this study was randomly drawn from Ipsos’ online panel (see link below for more info on “Access Panels and Recruitment”), partner online panel sources, and “river” sampling (see link below for more info on the Ipsos “Ampario Overview” sample method) and does not rely on a population frame in the traditional sense. Ipsos uses fixed sample targets, unique to each study, in drawing a sample. After a sample has been obtained from the Ipsos panel, Ipsos calibrates respondent characteristics to be representative of the U.S. Population using standard procedures such as raking-ratio adjustments. The source of these population targets is U.S. Census 2016 American Community Survey data. The sample drawn for this study reflects fixed sample targets on demographics. Posthoc weights were made to the population characteristics on gender, age, race/ethnicity, region, and education. Statistical margins of error are not applicable to online non-probability polls. All sample surveys and polls may be subject to other sources of error, including, but not limited to coverage error and measurement error. Where figures do not sum to 100, this is due to the effects of rounding. The precision of Ipsos online polls is measured using a credibility interval. In this case, the poll has a credibility interval of plus or minus 3.5 percentage points for all respondents. Ipsos calculates a design effect (DEFF) for each study based on the variation of the weights, following the formula of Kish (1965). This study had a credibility interval adjusted for design effect of the following (n=1,006, DEFF=1.5, adjusted Confidence Interval=+/-5.0 percentage points).

Here’s the headline. Of course hysteria ensues.

Back at it

Thursday, October 3rd, 2019

(1) A really fun piece by Andy McCarthy saying we’re all just watching a TV show. Sample: “The Democrats’ media scribes note the chairmen’s admonition that any failure by Pompeo to comply ‘shall constitute evidence of obstruction of the House’s impeachment inquiry.’ What a crock.” (2) This fellow Napolitano seems to have lost his marbles.