Monday, December 11, 2017

WKRLEM: #metoo

We were all so innocent then.

I have been watching reruns of Rowan and Martin every night and about 90% of the stuff they did would get them arrested today.

Of course 90% of what I did back then would get me arrested too so what the heck.

Sock it to me.

1685 on the AM dial...

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The post at American Digest, Putting Christmas Back in America is a comparison between Obama and Trump Christmas cards. Obama family card says, Happy Holidays, and Trump family card says, Merry Christmas.

Simple point. We've heard the gripe before. Obama responds with videos of himself saying Merry Christmas. The point remains, the trend is to commercialize the heck out of a Christian holiday while skipping its Christian origin. And Obama card is part of that.

There is nothing in Christian teaching that says adherents must celebrate the presumed birth of Jesus for his gospel, his good news, not that he died to erase our sins as commonly believed, rather, his teaching that we're all sons and daughters of God and we're loved in the same way parents love their children, that he loves us so much that he came here and lived among us, is so enriching, so profoundly different and elevated beyond other religions, that believers through ages did all this themselves. You cannot jump on the Christmas celebration bandwagon, profit by it, and skip the birth of Jesus. Now join hands around the cash register and sing Jesus Loves Me.

The comments at American Digest ignore the point of the post and devolve immediately to cursive writing. "Donald's and Melania's signature sure is pointy." And, "Barron needs to learn cursive." And,  "They don't teach that in school anymore."


Parents are teaching their children cursive at home because it's not taught in school anymore.

Oh man, this causes a flashback so hard I'm forced out of body and time displaced over here.

Boom. I'm in the first grade. Sitting at a tiny desk with a girl next to me. I am slow on the uptake. I am not getting this connect the letters thing. I connected them all in one long string. The whole paragraph connected. The girl sitting next to me, bless her, said, "You're doing it wrong."


"You're supposed to leave gaps."

"Well then, how do I know where to have gaps? Gawl!"

This was going to be another of those random language things thrown at me just to make language more difficult. Adults are wicked.

"The letters in each word are connected. Each word is one thing. Leave a gap between each word."


"These letters are changed a little bit so you can do that. You don't have to lift up your pencil all the time."


She is a genius. She had everything figured out way before I did. And this wasn't the only thing she broke down in terms I could understand. She explained a lot of things that happened in class. She is the girl who explained to me during class why we praise God for things that people do. The teacher remarked, "Thank God, the man jumped in and saved the family from the car in the river." Why does God get credit for the thing that the man did? No fair. The teacher skipped right over the hero and gave her praise to God instead. I told the girl, that is not right. She answered cooly, God made the people who do heroic things. Then, when I said, "No he didn't. Their parents made the people who did heroic things." Then she said, "God made people." And I go, "Evolution made people." And she goes, "God made the earth. God made evolution possible." And I'm all, "Oh. Okay you got me. You're really good at this."

Recall the witness in Zimmerman trial given a handwritten note in court, critical to her testimony, and asked to read it. To the embarrassment of all Americans watching, and giving the lie to her previous testimony,  she said, "I don't do cursive."

Not I can't read cursive. I don't do cursive. As if that was her choice not to bother.

And mixed with embarrassment for her not reading cursive in English is full empathy and compassion. I still cannot make any sense of hieratic no matter how hard I try. Some of them come through but not many. Only the most explicit. Here look for yourself and see what I mean. All the rest are too similar to each other that the slightest difference in handwriting style throws off the whole thing, and it's all nothing but idiosyncratic handwriting. I totally understand the woman not comprehending handwriting. Japanese / Chinese kanji is the same way. The handwriting versions are sloppy messes slapped on with an overloaded brush. You have to be good at recognizing to get them. I'm watching The Samurai Gourmet and looking up kanji I cannot recognize and it's all cursive and hardly anything matches.

WKRLEM: Nobody ever drowned in Roy Moore's Car.

Read the entire article on "American Thinker."

In it you get a recap of the famous "waitress sandwich" that Uncle Ted and his butt boy Christopher Dodd made. Just a small example of the behavior of the Lion of the Senate.

Now the main stream media liars and the Democrat hypocrites want to destroy Judge Moore based on fabricated stories which are proving to be forgeries. One of these whores even admitted forging the date on to the yearbook which was her one piece of evidence and the media barefaced lies and said it is not a forgery. Yeesh.

I think he wins easily.

I also think he will stand against President Trump almost as much as he stands with him. Because Judge Roy Moore is not afraid to stand alone in defense of the Ten Commandments and Religious Freedom.

Adam Schiff, a regular on CNN

The Russians were involved before the election, the Russians were involved during the election, the Russians were involved through the transition, and the Russians are still involved. There always were Russians and there always will be Russians. They're everywhere all at once.

Come O-O-O-O-o-o-n! I am super cereal.

Smells like ... desperation.

Adam Schiff, representing California, and his pal Eric Swalwell, also representing California are thought to be two of the leakers of the Wikileaks memo wrongly dated that goofed up CNN overly eager to bring harm upon Donald Trump Jr.

It's why CNN is protecting their two sources so strongly instead of simply naming who gave them wrong information. Because they're members of Congress and great sources of leaks.

Both are also being investigated in the FBI criminal probe into the Awan Brothers.

And both are regular guests on CNN.

dog curiosity

By the side links on a regular right-wing website I landed at Ideal Media, a click-bait site, here and recommended, it's loaded with interesting things that can easily snag you with wildly varying items of interest, right up my alley, in politics, science, urban archaeology, and dogs sticking their heads through cat doors to see what's going on inside, here, less interesting, all the dogs look kind of dumb.

And that reminded me of something so insane and so brilliant it blew me away and I can never let go of this image. The visual imagery is permanent.

I had just bought a house and people were interested to see it but it was hardly ready to be shown to anyone. The back porch opened to the garage and ran the length of the dining room and the kitchen. Two sliding doors in each room and window over the sink. If the porch were a room, it would be the best room in the house. All I'd have to do is extend the roofline in glass just 18 inches or so, for a blister greenhouse with south-facing glass wall looking out to the yard that was very well landscaped. I did build that out. And it was the best room in the house. I loved that room. It was fantastic. A very large ficus tree grew in there like crazy and a regular cactus grew right up the wall to the most outstanding specimen I've seen in a home.  An aloe vera plant grew outrageously large and bloomed for three months. It was spectacular.

But before that was built I tested the idea with a prototype made of thick plastic that you get from Home Depot on rolls. A test greenhouse. This was winter, later in December, close to New Year. This is where I got the idea to host a New Year party. And that turned out to be unbelievable. We had so much fun it developed into an annual thing. And that grew outrageously too. Friends brought their friends. Year to year they showed up regularly. It became part of a New Year circuit and people would make sure to end up at my house for 12:00.

Over time, though, the people who showed up en mass were seen only once a year. At my house. I did not really count them as friends. My house was just a party place to end up. And there I was annually paying the alcohol bill and doing the catering myself. Since the crowd really weren't my friends, since they didn't return invitations for me to attend their gatherings, it became so much a burden as fun. I got too old for that crap.

My second Belgian sheepdog was still young. And I must say she was a gorgeous creature. She'd be in the yard sitting there like a sphinx and I'd look at her, stare actually, admiring her lines, caught up in her beauty. All three of them were like this, and their movement is poetry. Except when they slink along like a wolf. They look for all the world like a storybook evil wolf. They radiate evil. Except for that one atavistic trait, all three dogs were pure beauty in conformation lines and in movement. All three were from champion stock, but Tina was too small to show. Comparatively, of the three, Tina was most like a little princess, the least rough in play.

She taught me to go very easy on training. Simple suggestion will do. She's already eager to please, she's already mentally right there to do whatever I want of her. But there can be no corrections. The usual training will not work. It cannot be happy jubilant childish praise combined with sharp correction. It can only be mild steady encouragement, or else they go wild with excitement, and withheld praise as correction. The absence of encouragement equals correction to this breed. And gentle encouragement with physical contact equates to high praise. So then, low key "good girl" and touching the tip of her ear between my fingertips equals high praise. And not doing that equals sharp rebuke of correction.

That's what my dog taught me in two minutes training with her. And that's how I handled the dogs thereafter.

The sheepdogs are keeping track of my position, and they hate being separated. They want to be right at my side. Attached to me if they could. They put their paw on my shoe, they shove their shoulder into my knee. They settle down and behave if I just touch their ear.

Setting up the plastic greenhouse that year between Christmas and New Year separated the dog from me and a friend who was there helping with a space heater to warm the room for the party. I was standing in the open room as my friend cut the plastic for the space heater to exhaust. The dog was running circles in the back yard excited and none too pleased being separated. She wanted to be with me inside the room. The dog is a continuously circling blur in the background as the knife slices through the opaque plastic wall. When he pulls the knife from the slot that he cut, it has a dog's nose attached to the tip exactly as if the knife pulled the dog through the slot into the room. We were both stunned by the dog's precise timing and her boldness of pushing her head through the slot. Were she a millisecond too fast then she would have sliced her own nose.

Sunday, December 10, 2017

Washington Post finds Photo of Judge Roy Moore on a Date!

Wait a minute!

That's not Judge Moore.

That's J Edgar Hoover.

Great. Another thing the FBI will have to cover up.

The Deplorable Gourmet, by the Horde

Cookbook assembled at Ace of Spades, 361 pages, $15.00 on Amazon. Perhaps the Kindle version is better. $6.00. That way if you think of a key word you can more easily look up something recalled. No pictures.

It's chock full of deplore.

Most the recipes are for people who don't like to cook. A lot of recipes for children. No organic free-range buy local in this book. There is a heavy reliance on prepared ingredients, tinned beans and vegetables and sauces, packages of mixes, prepared dressings, a lot of Velveeta cheese. All regular grocery store cheese. Heavy reliance on mayonnaise, sour cream, Philadelphia cream cheese. A large number of recipes for mac and cheese, but surprisingly, not one for mac and cheese with bacon and jalapeño. The longest recipe description is for a mac and cheese layered casserole. The description runs a full page. Most are terse. They tell where the recipe came from, which contests it won, which holidays it's served, who invented it. And to think they're actually written down on cards is itself rather funny. You got four ingredients. Is that really a recipe you found when your mother passed?

I had to put the book down for a full blown laughing session until it worked out of my system. That took a very long time. Page 333, I think, Lin-duh's Unknown Black Bean Soup. She says, "I pulled this out of my ass one night." And I died laughing. It's a cookbook! You don't pull something out of your ass then suggest people eat it. OMG! That is funny.

All of the recipes have that same cavalier je ne sais quois that you see in Ace comments.

Some of the recipes are unusable. The dip section is quite poor. It amounts to: stand in front of your pantry and with eyes closed grab something. Spin around. Grab something else. Grab a tin of tomatoes and put it all in a blender.

The potato recipes are extensive. Quite a few variations on potato salad. Quite a few chilis and stews.

The book is organized:
Drinks. I skipped that whole part. But I'll probably go back and read it.
Deserts, lots of those.
Bread, there's a good one that calls for 1/4 teaspoon yeast, and knew by that it will be overnight proofing. Sure enough, it matches the NYT no-knead method, except this is even more careless. Other breads take 2 packages of yeast and that doesn't even make sense. You can start with one package and leave it an hour and have 2 packages worth reproduce by itself.
Snacks and appetizers, 35 pages of those.
Sides. This is where all the potatoes are and the mac and cheese, 20 pages of starches, 19 pages of fruit and veggies, 8 pages of salads.
From the Grill
Main Courses

Some of those recipes sounded very good. Quiche without crust and baked pineapple. There are  few recipes that call for pineapple and in each recipe they specify a tin of pineapple and my heart sinks. The difference between tinned and fresh pineapple is vast. And the cost of fresh is actually lower than it is in Hawaii. By half, at least. There are  lot of things like this. Bean salad.

Aunt Wally's Bean Casserole: 15 oz can green beans, 15 oz can yellow beans, 15 oz can kidney beans, 15 oz can pork and beans 15 oz can lima beans, 1 can tomato soup, 1 small can tomato paste, sugar, mustard, bacon, sausage, then the only things fresh, celery and onion. Aunt Wally's concept of cooking is opening cans. And having said that it actually sounds pretty good.

Interspersed are actual thoughtful and careful recipes. They're sporadic. Persian rice salad, Rotmos (Mashed Root Vegetables) A mashed potato substitution. Bacon and Bourbon dressing, Roasted Garlic Cauliflower Goat Cheese Puree, Spinach Salad with Apples, Avocado, and Bacon, to name only a few. The book is jocular throughout but it is no joke. This really is how Americans prepare food. And it's loaded with great ideas, and quite a few not so great. See, if this were the Kindle version I could go straight to the place that I skipped when I saw the word Spam. Oh! Right. Pg. 162, Mom's Despair (Spam & Rice). I didn't read it. Maybe it's actually good.

Nobody said anything about using a pressure pot. Although some did mention slow cooker.

I'll look through it again. To see what I might have missed. And maybe to review all the potato recipes again.

Amazon delivered the book this morning. I went out to walk around a few blocks and to pick up a few deli groceries. When I came back Amazon had delivered again. I placed an order for 4 things to deliver all at once, and they're making 4 deliveries. It occurred to me, they're treating the whole world like one gigantic office mail delivery system.

WKRLEM: #metoo

U.S. media yesterday suffered its most humiliating debacle in ages

Glenn Greenwald on The Intercept. Saw this linked on Drudge this morning.

He's chiding them for making his profession look bad. He senses the most thinking among his own tribe are beginning to distrust American media, that even Russian journalists who've dealt with State journalism their whole lives are fearing that distrust will extend to them. He doesn't like Trump but he doesn't let on to that here. He lists their damaging goofball reports motivated by party loyalty but not enough. He says there are literally too many to list so he limits to highlighting the last week.

Still, his report is excellent. It's a beautiful drubbing to behold.

I must say, I've developed respect for Glenn Greenwald when I saw him debate a U.S. Army General. He's honest. He's concerned for his profession. He knows respect is earned.

While contrary to that, his whole site, The Intercept, by a variety of authors, is all pure horse shit of the same ilk he's complaining about here. Half truths and incredible bias. Through the rest of his website he's propagating the exact same kind of noise, an endless annoying tinnitus. Republicans axiomatically bad, Democrats fundamentally good. Check out his front page. It's nothing but hatred for all things Republican and nothing but anti-Trump propaganda throughout.

And while a portion of comments to his article congratulate him on fine reporting, the rest of the comments are distressing as anything you'll see. They're fine with propaganda. It's what they want. Whatever works to defeat Republicans.

pizza cutter, crackers

I hesitated buying this forever. I thought it is silly. And I can cut everything quite well with my chef's knives. They're awesome. While this is irredeemably uni-tasker. For such a seldom used thing as pizza. And the thing will get all gunky with cheese. And that is unacceptable. So I thought.

Then I realized I can use this for my light-as-air dry cheese-bacon breadsticks. And I can use it for slicing fresh pasta too. And it can be used for cutting dough for crackers, all much more easily than with a large knife. And this thing works! Rolling the breadsticks like long worms takes half an hour. Rolling the dough flat and cutting with a knife takes about 8 or 10 minutes, I don't know. Didn't time it. This pizza cutter rolls through the whole batch in 1 minute flat, maybe less.

This thing is not a loose cheap wobbly disc, it's an actual knife. It's sturdy and heavy in the hand. It's a real thing, not a gimmick. I figured Oxo will have this thought out the best. And they do. $13.00 on Amazon. They come even less expensive.

Making dough for the breadsticks is easy and careless as making dough for crackers except the breadsticks use yeast. So those are covered and allowed to rise after they're cut. The crackers are not. The crackers are rolled out flat, very easy to do because there is no resistance. It's like Play Doh. They roll thinly beyond the edges of the baking mat and then trimmed. The trimming collected for one final rollout.

The crackers can have baking powder included if you want them to puff up. And they can have yeast in them too if you like.

You heard of biscotti, biscuit, twice baked, for extra dry cookie, and you heard of Triscuits, thrice baked. These breadsticks and crackers are all triscuits to rid them of water and to assure they're crisp and light as possible. They're all excellent. I cannot keep off of them. They sit there in a bowl or upright in a jar and every time I pass by I grab one until they're gone. And it doesn't matter what combination of ingredients I put into them.

I used a knife for these cheese crackers. They imitate Cheez-it.

Pretend the cheese is butter. Enough cheese to load up your desired amount of flour. Here, the flour can be anything even dry beans turned to powder in your coffee mill. Whatever you choose add at least some regular flour to behave as a paste. Salt, of course, and any seasoning that you like. Then water in increments to bring your pile of ingredients to a workable dough. The water is temporary. It will be baked out.

The joy that you bring to your life with the variety of crackers you concoct is amazing.

One time I made designer crackers loaded with various spices. This batch was incredible. But a major pain in the butt to lay out the stripes, using cardboard to block out the stripes. And very odd eating them not being able to predict what flavor will burst in your mouth. The pizza cutter would have been useful for this.

For crackers, it helps to have a number of trays and silicone baking mats like these. I have a lot of them and they're used all the time. They're stored upright on the counter next to the stove. That's how much they're used. 

Frank Luntz acts amazed in Moore focus group

The group says some interesting things. Early marriage, forgiveness and such. Luntz asks, "how many women would it take?" And none of them are sufficiently acute to say, "if we said 10 then DNC would provide 12, if we said 20 then DNC would provide 25." But they did say it doesn't matter, and I guess that means the same thing. They see through the DNC tactics and they're not having it. They're not being played anymore. Luntz feigns incomprehension to get at their core.

Sadly, I could only make it less than halfway when my old man editor snapped it off suddenly. It rules everything nowadays. Maybe you can do better than I did. At 3:30, Luntz suddenly took on the appearance and mien and pleading manner of Patton Oswald and instantly my viewing was finished.

Like this.

Can you even tell them apart? 

Speaking of Patton Oswald, he is featured in Marvel's Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D., a show that is watchable until Patton Oswald shows up and I'm all wh-a-a-a-a-a-t? No. Just no. No. No. No. No. No.

So I skipped ahead. turns out there are two of them. One Paton Oswald isn't enough for Marvel to inflict on their viewers so they give him an important position, the boss of everyone, and make him into twins! Double no, double no, double no, double N.O. 

So I skipped until no Patton Oswald. Then skipped whenever Patton Oswald showed up. Skipped again. Skipped again. Next episode, skipped again, skip, skip, skipped again. Next episode, skipped, skip, skip, skipped again. I skipped three full episodes straight through because they had too much Patton Oswald. I did not watch one single second of Patton Oswald. I just kept skipping past his fat ugly, squat compacted corpulent self. And I don't care what he added to show nor what I missed. I don't care how brilliant his performance or non-political his role. He is not having one more second of my attention. Forever. That's how vehement and controlling and narrow my old-man editor has become. It's cranked up to high all the time. And now even someone who looks like Patton Oswald, or behaves momentarily like Patton Oswald, as Frank Luntz does here, gets the same treatment. And that's not even a resolution, not even a conscious decision. It just happened automatically. It's a psychological/intellectual shield. A psychic forcefield. And it's impenetrable.