Saturday, June 4, 2016

WKRLEM TV The Bear Abides

Nimrata Nikki Randhawa links Trump's "Rhetoric" with racist murders....and they say that Trump needs to pander to her?



The Hill by Jesse Brynes June 3, 2016
South Carolina Gov. Nikki Haley is sharpening her criticism of presumptive Republican presidential nominee Donald Trump, linking his rhetoric to the 2015 shooting at a black church in Charleston, S.C.
While Haley said she doesn't think Trump's supporters are racists, she told The Associated Press that the rhetoric he uses is dangerous. She invoked the Charleston shooting, in which Dylann Storm Roof is accused of killing nine black parishioners at the Emanuel African Methodist Episcopal Church there.

"I know what that rhetoric can do. I saw it happen," Haley said.

KLEM FM

Overheard at Lem's:
Michael Haz said...
Chickelit - I'm surprised that you didn't mention Ron Wilson, drummer for the Surfaris.
Truth be told, I never really cared for surf-era drumming. I thought it was repetitive and regressive for the art. But I love the sound of the guitars from that era. That being said, Keith Moon was originally a surf drummer (or about as much as one could be in 1960's Britain).

Here is a video I made years ago of a song that combines a great guitar sound and great drumming:

It took me the longest time to ID that song. I recorded it off the radio in the late '80's in Madison and thought it was Link Wray. But I was never able to find it in Wray's catalog. A helpful Twitter pal named Jason finally clued me into Shazam.  It's Sandy Nelson "And Then There Were Drums."

Can anyone identify all the makes, models, and years of vehicles in the video?

Saturday Quick Take

The Ultimate Latin Dictionary: After 122 Years, Still At Work On The Letter 'N'

The task of finishing is momentous enough. Upcoming volumes, like R and Q, are full of question words and conditionals that have thousands and thousands of instances. The Thesaurus' projected finish date is 2050, but Holmes worries that they might not make that deadline.

WKRLEM: GET OUTTA THE WAY!!!!!!!!

Thank God for you that is all I can say!




Cuckservative: I'm a hero. I was shot twice in the Tribune.
Lickspittle media troll: I read where you were shot five times in the tabloids.
Cuckservative: It's not true. He didn't come anywhere near my tabloids. 
Lickspittle media troll: Thank God for you that is all I can say!
(Name that Movie: Hint it is not about Jonah Goldberg)

The Bear Abides



He hit the heavy bag in lethal combinations. Left, left, left, right, uppercut. Sweat dripped off of him in a torrent as he banged the bag into submission. His shoulder ached with all the fires of hell. He couldn’t talk about it. He couldn’t complain. Nobody would give a damn. He was just meat. Meat don’t talk. Meat don’t bitch. Meat just got et. Just the same as it had always been.

“Time” called out one of his corner men. Joey Pollino had been with him the longest out of them. He trusted him if he trusted anybody in his corner. He hadn’t been happy ever since he had to drop Joey Pep because the government and the NAACP came after him. Pep had his best interest at heart. He thought him how to fight. How to move and stick the jab. When to go in to finish them off. The official things. Joey Po taught him how to rub his laces in the eyes or the soft skin to start a cut. How to push his opponents head into his shoulder where he had put his special ointment so they couldn’t see. How to stomp on his foot and hook his trunks to get in close to pound the kidney. Joey Po was the one who taught him what he needed to know.

Still he missed Joe Pep the most. He trusted him. He knew the real deal. He dealt with Mr. Palermo and Mr. Carbo. He protected him. Now he was gone and he was adrift.

Noble brother

This is the second time in an hour that I saw a brother refer to his brother as noble. It struck me as incredibly odd the first time, then two. It sounds almost biblical but no biblical text springs to mind. Do you call your brother noble? Where does that adjective even come from? This is just a tiny bit too weird. Does anyone call their brother noble?


When you do view the conversation it turns out to be them complaining about millennials being unfit for service.

My noble brother. 

That still gets me. My older brother has always been sort of like Jesus to me except a lot less perfect. He showed me the world. We moved quite a lot when very young so that turned out to be world after world after world. The year and a half gap makes a big difference in abilities. He was saddled with me dragging along. That's a fair description of the pattern until teens. 

Barry asked me specifically, after I told him what I told you, that the truck was inspected, if I recalled a specifically good time in the truck with Dad that I could relate, and that was easy enough, the time I was driving and cursed a guy with "douchebag" and Dad laughed all the rest of the way home. He was howling in the truck. He thought that was the funniest epithet he ever heard. He thought he heard them all. That's what was so funny to him, his goofy kid coming up with a new ridiculous swear after all those years around harsh people.

So that inspection was last month and this is how long Barry takes to get around. 

This is c/p 
I have to tell you, if I haven't already, that I thought you did one of the noblest things when you waited until after Thanksgiving to tell us Dad had passed.  I couldn't help from thinking of that every year when they would advertise some store on TV having "Black Friday".   And then Jim's 2nd son, was born the day after Thanksgiving and it made it all right again.  The world had come full circle.  One of our family passes and another is born.  I should only hope to pass on the day after Thanksgiving so one of my grandkids could be born on the same day.  Somehow, it signifies the family living on. 
What an odd thing to hope for. He hopes for the same spiritually affirming synchronicity.

I couldn't bear to call them all at the end of the day and cast a pall over everybody's Thanksgiving holiday thereafter wherever that would be. It could all wait a few hours. Let them sleep that night in peace. 

The word noble got me. It is an uncommon adjective. It strikes me as uncommon for a brother's description. I like it. I love it. But it is very odd. And seeing this regard expressed twice in an hour. It's not a word that springs to mind. Do you call your brother noble? 



Inside Outside

N vocabulary

Oh, world of words encountered online and beginning with N, how your utility becomes less and less as we go. We can skip the whole lot and not miss anything.

* nacelle: separate from fuselage, a covering that holds engines, fuel, or equipment on an aircraft or wind turbine. Notably WWII era P38 Lightning, cockpit may also be housed in a nacelle.

* naff: I heard many years ago that the term, an acronym of "Not Available For F***ing" originated in the UK gay community and gained by extension the sense of "no good" or "useless".

* neets: a person not in employment, education, or training.

* negus: wine and hot water with sugar and lemon juice and nutmeg 


* Nemo me impune lacessit: No one "cuts" (attacks) me with impunity, motto of the Order of the Thistle and of three Scottish regiments of the British Army.  later versions of the Royal coat of arms of the Kingdom of Scotland and subsequently in the version of the Royal coat of arms of the United Kingdom used in Scotland.

* neotenic: also called juvenilization, is the retention, by adults in a species, of traits previously seen only in juveniles (a kind of pedomorphosis), and is a subject studied in the field of developmental biology.

* Neue Zürcher Zeitung: One of the oldest newspapers still published. The newspaper is well known for its detailed reports on international affairs, stock exchange, and the intellectual, in-depth style of its articles. Politically, it is positioned close to the liberal Free Democratic Party of Switzerland.

* neuralgia: Sharp, severe paroxysmal pain extending along a nerve or group of nerves.

* news ticker, news crawl: scrolling ticker at the bottom of the display of television content. It is usually reserved for text headlines or numeric statistics (or both) depending upon the focus of the channel.

* Niebuhrian: Neibuhr theologian, ethicist, intellectual commenter on politics and public affairs, wrote books that influenced Obama, Carter, Hillary, McCain. etc. idealism to realism, argued with liberal and conservative religionists for different reasons.  

* nihil obstat: "nothing hinders" or "nothing stands in the way")[1][2] is a declaration of no objection to an initiative or an appointment. Apart from this general sense, the phrase is used more particularly to mean an "attestation by a church censor that a book contains nothing damaging to faith or morals".

* Nilometer: a means (typically a structure) of measuring the River Nile's clarity and for measuring the water level of the Nile river during the annual flood season.

* nina va horn's vocabualary, just shoot me

   * percifunctous (aren'y you being just a tad percifunctous)

   * emolicate  (listen a little more and emolicate a little less)

   * stangle (a driving stangle to succeed)

   * omutetic photographer (I met them most omutetic photographer)

   * flammer (thank you Emmerson, you flammer me)

* noisome: nauseating: causing or able to cause nausea; "a nauseating smell"; "nauseous offal"; "a sickening stench" fetid: offensively malodorous; "a foul odor"; "the kitchen smelled really funky"

* nominative: relating to or denoting a case of nouns, pronouns, and adjectives (as in Latin and other inflected languages) used for the subject of a verb. of or appointed by nomination as distinct from election.


* non scriptus, non est: “If there’s no paper trail, it didn’t happen.” This cultural rule of thumb was created before the invention of the printing press, cheap paper, photographic film, electric telephone, electronic data storage, and distributed computer networks; but the (slightly cynical) assumptions remain.

* Non sibi sed patriae: "Not for self, but for country." The phrase is inscribed over the chapel doors at the United States Naval Academy.

* nonce word: a word used only "for the nonce"—to meet a need that is not expected to recur. Quark, for example, was formerly a nonce word in English, appearing only in James Joyce's Finnegans Wake. Murray Gell-Mann then adopted it to name a new class of subatomic particle.

* nostalgie de la boue: nostalgia for the mud
 
* nostrum: a medicine of secret composition recommended by its preparer but usually without scientific proof of its effectiveness,a usually questionable remedy or scheme : panacea <an audience eager to believe he had found the nostrum for all of society's ills

* nota bene: "note well"this comes from the Latin verb notāre—to note. It is in the singular imperative mood, instructing one individual to note well the matter at hand.

* Nous ne sommes plus vos macaques!: We are no longer your monkeys!
 
* Novus ordo seclorum: "New Order of the Ages") appears on the reverse of the Great Seal of the United States, first designed in 1782 and printed on the back of the American dollar bill since 1935. The phrase also appears on the coat of arms of the Yale School of Management, Yale University's business school. The phrase is often mistranslated as "New World Order".

* nug graf: a paragraph, particularly in a feature story, that explains the news value of the story. The term is also spelled as nut graf,

* nugatory: of no value or importance

* numinous: filled with a sense of the presence of divinity

* Numismatic:  study or collection of currency, including coins, tokens, paper money, and related objects.

* nunc pro tunc: now for then
 
* nurnies greeble: a small piece of detailing added to break up the surface of an object to add visual interest to a surface or object, particularly in movie special effects.

"Ali, Titan of Boxing and the 20th Century, Dies at 74"

NYT:  Muhammad Ali, the three-time world heavyweight boxing champion who helped define his turbulent times as the most charismatic and controversial sports figure of the 20th century, died on Friday. He was 74.

His death was confirmed by Bob Gunnell, a family spokesman.

Ali was the most thrilling if not the best heavyweight ever, carrying into the ring a physically lyrical, unorthodox boxing style that fused speed, agility and power more seamlessly than that of any fighter before him.

But he was more than the sum of his athletic gifts. An agile mind, a buoyant personality, a brash self-confidence and an evolving set of personal convictions fostered a magnetism that the ring alone could not contain. He entertained as much with his mouth as with his fists, narrating his life with a patter of inventive doggerel. (“Me! Wheeeeee!”)

Friday, June 3, 2016

Gold

Nature’s hardest hue we’re told
Evening gold gives way to pink and blue 
And orange and purple boldly take their place
to fill the sky with blended shades and sell until we’re sold
The fact that Nature has a lot more shades 
Than what the poet talked about back then when he started this whole hue-holding discussion.


81 frames.


If you could listen to the Mexican Criminal Illegal Aliens in San Jose....what would we hear!


Mexican Criminal: Last month we were in San Jose. Rich town. Sit down. Rich town, much blessed by God. Big church. Not like here - little church, priest comes twice a year. BIG one. You'd think we'd find gold candlesticks. Poor box filled to overflowing. Do you know what we found? Brass candlesticks. Almost nothing in the poor box.
Sidekick: But we took it anyway.
Mexican Criminal: I KNOW we took it anyway. I'm trying to show him how little religion some people now have. We deserve it. We will make America into Mexico Again. These stupid white people will help us. They have no balls. No heart. We will do what we want. And they will help us.
(Name that Movie)

Cuckservative Scumbag #Nevertrump douche David French blames the victims.

Hours before anti-Trump protesters attacked Donald Trump supporters outside the San Jose Convention Center on Thursday evening, potential third-party “#NeverTrump” candidate David A. French tweeted that Trump “incites violence.”

The leaders of the party that ended slavery now endorse a man who bullies women, lies habitually, and incites violence. My heart breaks.
French did not respond immediately to events in San Jose, and has not yet responded as of this writing, roughly 12 hours later.

Best Rock Drummer Ever. Discuss.

Who is the best rock drummer ever?

Mick Fleetwood?

Max Weinberg?

David Garibaldi?

Ginger Baker?



Neal Peart?


Or who?

Deep Thoughts At Jim Morrison's Grave

Overheard at Lem's:
AprilApple said...
I miss my wisdom. (what little of it there was) It died and blew away in the wind.
Jim Morrison's grave at Père Lachaise Cemetery, ca. 1992
Deep, man
Share some of your own deep thoughts, man.

KLEM FM


Is it strange that the most vile and despicable anti-Trump protests just occurred in San Jose?


San Jose is the capital of America's tech industry. A while back, I wrote about how the pincer effect was squeezing America's middle class at both the top and the bottom.  Is it any surprise that Donald Trump's most vicious enemies are all from the capital of Silicon Valley?

[added: EBL rounds up the usual suspects: link]

Lyrics to the Burt Bacharach/Hal David song after the jump.

Thursday, June 2, 2016

Me Before You: Dear Hollywood, Why Do You Want Me Dead?

Revisiting our conversation earlier this week about the Me Before You movie.

An 11 year old wheelchair athlete tells the culture to get over itself.


I cannot add anything that will make this story better than it is as told in her words.

WRLEM: Speaker Ryan endorse Trump.. Wisconsin Rejoices!

If the Hillary Campaign could be taped....what would we hear



Huma: It was bad, Mama. They laughed at me. They have made a documentary about it now. Hold me, Mama. Please hold me.
Hillary: I should've killed myself when he put it in me. After the first time, before we were married, he promised never again. He promised, and I believed him. But sin never dies. Sin never dies. At first, it was all right. We lived sinlessly. We slept in the same bed, but we never did it. And then, that night, I saw him looking down at me that way. We got down on our knees to pray for strength. I smelled the whiskey on his breath. Then he took me. He took me, with the stink of filthy roadhouse whiskey on his breath, and I liked it. I liked it! With all that dirty touching of his hands all over me. I should've given you to God when you were born, but I was weak and backsliding, and now the Devil has come home. We'll pray.
Huma: Yes. Allah Akbar.
Hillary: We'll pray. We'll pray. We'll pray for the last time. We'll pray.
(Whose that Movie)

potato


This is top of the stats for over a week at another site. There is nothing to draw attention to it. It just sits there by itself. The title is simply "potato" with no other adjective.

My explanation back then was, "It is the same thing as ham and cheese sandwich except potato instead of bread." And that's all. 

You can make one in like six minutes.

I don't understand it. There are a couple hundred baked potatoes. Really good ones too. Just looking at a few makes me starved for a potato right now. Wow. Google Images [+"my site" +baked potato] Every one of those is mine. I ate it all. And they don't even have all the baked potatoes, I just had a baked potato in beef broth like soup and another one with green chile poured all over it. There are a lot of potatoes that are not even showing.  

I look around and see everybody struggling with keeping their weight up. Y'all are going to have to eat a lot more things like this. 

And nevermind where the American Picker dudes got my funhouse mirror. 

Hey it's ok for you but if it effects me then we can't have it! SJW privilege!



The head of the ACLU in Georgia has launched her own advocacy group because she can’t explain to her daughters why the ACLU is forcing communities to open women’s bathrooms, locker rooms and changing room to men who claim to be women.

“I have shared my personal experience of having taken my elementary school age daughters into a women’s restroom when shortly after three transgender young adults, over six feet [tall] with deep voices, entered,” said Maya Dillard Smith, interim director of the Georgia chapter of the American Civil Liberties Union. “My children were visibly frightened, concerned about their safety and left asking lots of questions for which I, like many parents, was ill-prepared to answer,” she told LifeSiteNews.

David French defined by Vox Day

The Call of the Cuck, by Vox Day on Vox Popoli June 2, 2016
David French preaches a secular version of the standard Churchian "Only Real Man in the Room" sermon:
In Trump, feminists have a true cultural bogeyman, and he is actually dangerous. Trump is commandeering the debate over masculinity and providing the cultural Left with a lifetime’s worth of dissertations, think pieces, and television tropes on the evils of “manhood.” And Trump will have helped define their terms.

He has brought out of the woodwork a bloc of people who apparently believe that the answer to political correctness isn’t truth and virtue but rather becoming what the other side most hates. If the other side polices language, then the answer is vulgarity. If the other side embraces diversity, then the answer is flirtation with white nationalism and white-identity politics. If the other side tries to cast men as dangerous, sex-obsessed bullies, well then hoist the middle finger, glory in Trump’s apparent sexual and financial success, and relish the whining of feminists and “betas” everywhere.

Trump’s masculinity is a cheap counterfeit of the masculinity that’s truly threatening to the cultural Left: man not as predator but as protector, the “sheepdog” of American Sniper fame. This is the brave man, the selfless man who channels his aggression and sense of adventure into building a nation, an economy, and — yes — a family. This is the man who kicks down doors in Fallujah or gathers a makeshift militia to rush hijackers in the skies above Pennsylvania. Or, to choose a more mundane — though no less important — example: This is the man who packs up the household to take a chance on a new job, models strength for his family when life turns hard, teaches his son to stand against bullies on the playground, and lives at all times with dignity and honor.

The masculinity that threatens the Left is the masculinity that embraces the manly virtues while minimizing the traditional manly vices.

Yooper Lunch

Yesterday we were in Michigan's Upper Peninsula where it is still chilly.  It's nearly always chilly along the shore of Lake Superior, although this year isn't as as bad as last year when ice along the cliffs near Munising didn't melt until mid-June,

We where hoping to get a tour of this modest cabin that would fit us well, but the real estate agent was not available to meet with us.

After a long morning's ride and time spent on backroads and fire trials in the Hiawatha National Forest  we were hungry and in need of hot coffee.  We passed an old Victorian style home that had a sign 'Bakery' on its picket fence.   Local places are sometimes the best and other times the worst places to stop for lunch, but nearly always interesting.  We turned around and parked.

The lunch menu had just one item:  hot, fresh pastys.   We ordered and were served piping hot pastys with cheap ketchup, the sauce of choice in the UP.


Thank you, Welsh immigrants,  Our mmmm mmm mmming while we were eating must have sounded like this.


We were the only ones in the bakery, so we struck up a conversation with the owner.   It turns out that, like me, he is a retired home builder.  And like me, he absolutely loved everything about building homes except the customers.  So he retired and bought an old house and started baking.  He had a folder with his late Italian grandmother's recipes, so he started with that.  He's good, the recipes are great.

We sampled cookies, cakes, pies and muffins.  He wouldn't stop giving us stuff to try; my wife wouldn't stop buying.  Hyperglycemia. We would up with the topcase and one saddlebag filled with pastries.  An elderly woman carrying a plastic bag filled with freshly cut rhubarb came in and offered it to the baker.  They worked out a swap - he got rhubarb for making pies, she got a half-dozen fresh donuts and some cookies for her grandchildren.  Americana at its best.

His kitchen was small, no real room to make pastys.  I asked about that and he said he didn't make them, but bought them frozen from this place, and heats them.  So we went there, and found that it's a family operation that has grown to the point where monthly volume of 40,000 pastys shipped worldwide.  Do yourself a favor and order some, especially the large traditional pasty with rutabaga.  It was the best pasty we've ever eaten in more than two decades of touring the back roads of the UP.

In fact, all I need is a Stormy Kromer hat and I could pass for a Yooper.


Freda Payne sky

The camera took 266 photos of the sunset tonight and I looked through for a good one to divide into four and enlarge big as they go and fill a wall and I found one. And right then the photographs together started singing to me. I mean it. Here, look.


Oh Sky, I know it. But you're a terrible singer.

WKRLEM. How to argue like a Philistine


Wednesday, June 1, 2016

How To Argue Like A Philosopher

Wise men talk because they have something to say; fools, because they have to say something. ~Plato

Interaction gets pretty ugly at times, especially during the political season.  Friendships are damaged and dashed.  Dinner with friends or relatives can be uncomfortable.  Unfriending abounds, in real life or on social media.

Can't we just all get along?  It isn't easy when flame wars break out and everyone becomes angry.


Calm down.

Listen.

Find where you can agree,

State your disagreement and why you disagree.

Agree to disagree.

Don't insult, demean or abuse.

How to argue like a philosopher.   H/T Classical Wisdom Weekly.

A Different World



“It is a pleasure to finally meet you Mr. President. I have looked forward to this for a long time.”
“Please call me Donald. I want us to be friends. I want our two great countries to be friends.”
“Of course Donald and you should call me Vlad. I was so happy that you defeated that demented Harpy in your elections. I did not look forward to long negotiating sessions with her. She is incontinent you know. Her adult diapers always smelled. It was trying.”
“Oh no doubt about it. I have heard great things about you from Mikhail Dmitrievith Prokhorov ever since he started coming to my casinos. I helped him get the Nets you know.  I know he ran against you in the last election but that doesn’t mean you can’t be friends. After all I have Little Marco come over to shine my shoes all the time.”
“I think we have the same thoughts about our rivals Donald. Just the same as our countries. We have no permanent allies …….only permanent interests.”

Picasso draws a flowery fish chicken



Picasso writes a sentence.

It seems the sentence is fantastic, clever, and doesn't make sense.

But that's okay, it's Picasso.

I am going to tell you something so profound it will knock your socks off. You should put on some socks just to see them go flying off. And this doesn't come from books or anything, this is a unique insight. I think. A professor might go, "I want to argue with that little sh|t." 

This is how sign language is. Because you don't know what he's going to draw, hadn't the key frame given it away. And drawing it feels like this. A bit here, a bit there, here a bit, there a bit, background, mid ground, foreground running, verbs are acted, "chicken head goes on" This is how early Chinese is. This is how hieroglyphic murals are. This is Picasso writing a sentence like they wrote at the beginning of writing and still write in pictures. 

It's basic with conventions that are plastic. There is no agreed upon spelling. And there won't be until just recently. Grammar is only beginning to form. 

Then, the modern linguist opens their tool kit for analysis, and they are apt tools for this sort of thing,  and they tell us the sentence is stative and the predicates must match subject in number and sex, and the flower leafs as fish fins as chicken feathers, garden on fish on chicken, render the whole thing plural reflexive appositive past pluperfect.  

Picasso turn back and looks at you. "Well, they certainly analyzed me." But they won't be drawing many pictures or bringing down any fabulous ideas.  

"Obama.... Hits A New Low"

George Leef: One remarkably brazen instance I recently learned about is his administration’s funneling of money from lawsuit settlements into the pockets of left-wing activist groups. It makes you wonder if there is anything this administration won’t try to get away with.
Following the collapse of the housing bubble, the federal government initiated several grandstanding, politically-motivated lawsuits against big banks for their allegedly fraudulent conduct with regard to secondary market mortgage-backed securities. Rather than fight the feds and their almost bottomless well of taxpayer dollars, several of the defendants decided to cut their losses and settle.
That enabled federal prosecutors to claim victory and wave some prominent scalps. Siphoning off billions of bank capital is bad enough, but the rule of law problem emerges in two of the settlement agreements, under which the banks (Citigroup and Bank of America) were able to reduce their penalties by making “donations” to favored left-wing activist groups.
Mollie Hemigway in the Federalist in 2014, exploring Vaclav Havel’s 1978 essay on Czechoslovakia under Soviet control, “The Power of the Powerless.” (source Link from Instapundit)
To explain how dissent works, Havel introduced the manager of a hypothetical fruit-and-vegetable shop who places in his window, among the onions and carrots, the slogan: “Workers of the world, unite!” He’s not actually enthusiastic about the sign’s message. It’s just one of the things that people in a post-totalitarian system do even if they “never think about” what it means. He does it because everyone does it. It’s what you do to get along in life and live “in harmony with society.” (For our purposes, you can imagine that slogan is a red equal sign that you put up on your Facebook page.)
The subtext of the grocer’s sign is “I do what I must do. I behave in the manner expected of me.” It protects him from supervisors above and informants below.
Havel is skeptical of ideology. He says that dictatorships can just use raw power, but “the more complex the mechanisms of power become, the larger and more stratified the society they embrace, and the longer they have operated historically … the greater the importance attached to the ideological excuse.” We don’t have a dictatorship, obviously, but we do have complex mechanisms of power and larger and more stratified society.
In any case, individuals need not believe the lies of an ideology so much as behave as though they do, or at least tolerate them in silence or get along with those who work with them. “For by this very fact, individuals confirm the system, fulfill the system, make the system, are the system,” Havel says.

"'Me Before You' perpetuates idea that the disabled should consider suicide"

Chicago Tribune:  As press reports show, some people with disabilities have already begun to protest the new movie, "Me Before You," which opens Friday in the U.S. The primary objection concerns the essential plot point about which romantic partner's life counts for less, the young able-bodied woman's or the young and severely disabled man's. Guess who draws the short straw?

As a severely disabled man myself — I was born with spinal muscular atrophy, a progressive neuromuscular weakness that renders me quadriplegic — I'm loath to give this movie any additional publicity. But the timing of the release could not be any more disturbing. Just a week after, on June 9, California's so-called Death with Dignity law takes effect. The repercussions of this ghoulish juxtaposition are positively frightening.
The law — styled after its predecessors in Oregon and Washington — permits physician-assisted suicide in the nation's most populous state, under strict regulatory controls. Nothing to worry about, supporters say. It applies only to those with terminal conditions who have been thoroughly evaluated by medical professionals.
I wish I could believe it. But all the safeguards in the world are nothing against the power of Hollywood to influence sentiments. (read more)

dramatic sky

Have a bit of drama.


Yesterday was similar cloud wind and weather and a flag flying day. Originally I bought an all cotton American flag for quality and for authenticity and made in America and all that, avoiding all those cheaper materials available. And then once I had the flag on the pole I thought well that was stupid, the thing is going to get wet. So I bought another flag with nylon or rayon or whatever that makes them less soggy when wet. And sure enough the flag is rained on right off. Then the wind kicks up and the flag flaps violently, it flaps hard like announcing a tornado and I fear it will be lifted out of its bracket, difficult to do by hand, but still the wind is doing it, then suddenly stops, and turns out the modern material flag is washed clean and whipped dried again in like one minute. 

rain inside


Downpour, actually.


It's the little things that touch you directly


That make all the difference in the world.


Tuesday, May 31, 2016

Where Are We?

Lem asked me to pitch a few innings while he is away attending a family wedding.  I'm happy to do so.  It's a temporary assignment, and I haven't signed up to join the starting pitcher rotation.  Let's say I've been called out of retirement.

It has been several years now since I blogged with any serious intent, and my chops have either been lessened, or the blogosphere has moved on while I remained static.  Probably it's both.

So where are we?   I want to be market driven in blog content during the few days that I'm on the mound, so what do you like?

How about food as a starter?  What was the best thing you ate over the Memorial Day weekend?

Mrs. Haz and I motorcycled 400 miles for a hamburger and a piece of pie.  Yep.  We rode to the Delta Diner, a beautiful small diner in the middle of nowhere in northwestern Wisconsin, just inland from Lake Superior.  Middle of nowhere is not an exaggeration - Delta Diner is in a forest in an unincorporated township.  No village, no city, nothing but forests and farms.

It's been on Diners, Drive-Ins, and Dives.  The food is....wow.  The hamburger is made of half steak, half chuck, marinated on Sunday, ground Monday morning, and the only thing served on Monday.  They close when they run out of meat.

The burger.
Mmmmmmm.......

During the rest of the week, they serve a menu based on the fresh ingredients they have.  It's never printed; the waitresses just tell you what's cooking.

Dessert, oh boy.  The pie maker is a woman named Krista who regularly receives marriage proposals from customers.  We had raspberry cream pie.  Heavenly.  And we tasted a pie made of vidalia onions, and smoked bacon, with just enough other stuff to hold it together.  It made us seriously talk about selling our home and buying a farm in Delta just because.

The pie.


Delta Diner video.

You can also get there by riding the TWAT - the Trans Wisconsin Adventure Trail - an off-road track that runs form the Wisconsin Illinois border all the way north to Lake Superior.

That was a bit too long, wasn't it?  I'll be brief next time around.

Letters from the Front Volume Four




  
My own dear Beatrice,

I take pen in hand to inform you of the most wonderful occurrence. The General was kind enough to release me from my duties as his aide and allowed me to serve on the line. I had spent some time with the 13th Calvary. Stout fellows all. But that is not what I wanted to share with you.

We were tasked with tracking the heathen Mexicans in this foul desert. Ever since that bandit Villa raided our Homeland we have chased these benighted animals from pillar to post. They hide and strike from the shadows as they are afraid of meeting the Army at swords point. The Mexicans are a cowardly sneaky people who are a combination of laziness and malice that has vexed the government for these many months. The bandit Villa reveled in attacking storekeepers, ribbon clerks, women and children. When the Army appeared he fled with his minions into the hills.

"Kristol Eyes Conservative Lawyer David French..."

"...for Independent Presidential Run"

Two Republicans intimately familiar with Bill Kristol’s efforts to recruit an independent presidential candidate to challenge Donald Trump and Hillary Clinton have told Bloomberg Politics that the person Kristol has in mind is David French -- whose name the editor of the Weekly Standard floated in the current issue of the magazine.
French is a veteran of Operation Iraqi Freedom. According to the website of National Review, where French is a staff writer, he is a constitutional lawyer, a recipient of the Bronze Star, and an author of several books who lives in Columbia, Tenn., with his wife Nancy and three children.
Reached in Israel late Tuesday afternoon, Kristol declined to comment on his efforts to induce French to run. The two Republicans confirmed that French is open to launching a bid, but that he has not made a final decision. One of the Republicans added that French has not lined up a vice-presidential running mate or significant financial support. However, according to this person, some conservative donors look favorably on the prospect of French entering the fray.

Misidentification Smooch

Melania Trump's Diary



What a great weekend we had this Memorial Day. The whole family was able to get together. Unfortunately we couldn't do it at the golf course in Florida because Donald had a press conference today at Trump Tower so we all had to go to that cow Ivanka’s house. She loves to lord it over everyone because she thinks she is so smart. She has her brothers cowed and she is the apple of her Daddy’s eye. You would think she would concentrate on her new baby but she could drop him in a gorilla’s cage and not give a crap as long as she could stand next to her Daddy on the stage with the camera’s flashing.

These family events always go the same way. Donald Jr gets drunk and falls asleep. That retard Eric always gets burned from the barbecue even when we are eating inside. That little slut Tiffany takes her top off just like her mama the whore. And Ivanka sits in her Daddy’s lap and tells everyone what to do.

URGENT

<ALERT>

I have been contacted by attorneys representing Lem.

Lem was taken into custody by federal agents earlier today as he was attempting to cross the border between Florida and the rest of the United States.  He handed his attorneys a slip of paper on which he had scribbled in blood my email address and whispered to them that they should give me the secret password to his blog with the instructions "carry on until I'm set free."

<ENDALERT>

San Diego #NeverTrump up against Black Trump supporter

Link to video

Love Letters from the Front Part Three


Dear Mamie,
I hope you are well. As you might have heard we have begun the invasion of Europe. It is only a matter of time until we are in Berlin and Hitler can finally be brought to account. I can only write to you because the officer courier is bringing it directly to you and I am not sending it through the usual channels. The censorship of the mail of the regular Army is such that nothing really can be sent through to the people back home. However rank has its privileges after. Douglas taught me that when I had to kiss his butt back in the Philippines. Now it is our turn after all.
I can’t tell you exactly where I am right now but I just want to assure you that I am safe. I was very busy back in Blighty and could not correspond to you as much as I might have liked. I had a very talented staff and the Brits really put out for us. My driver in particular is very talented and has continued with me and will serve in various positons under me while I remain here in command of the Allied forces.

"Quaker Oats sends cease/desist to actual Quakers"

Overlawyered:  Making the rounds, on Mental Floss and elsewhere, a story of how an overzealous lawyer for the Quaker Oats company sent a cease/desist letter to the Quaker Oaks (that’s “Oaks”) Christmas Tree Farm in Visalia, California, led by actual members of the Society of Friends and named after the tree under which religious services had been held for a time. The letter provoked this amusing and not un-peaceful response from William Lovett (“Our business is 100% owned and operated by Quakers. I suspect that your firm employs considerably fewer, if any, Quakers.”)
While the Deseret News sets the tale in 2012, it seems to have been in circulation longer than that, as seen in this 2006 posting. But since names in the story, including that of a lawyer for the food company, do check out as names of real persons, my guess is that the story is genuine.

"Clinton's E-Mail Shenanigans Sure Don't Look Like an Honest Mistake"

Megan McArdle: The State Department’s Office of Inspector General report... lays to rest the longtime Clinton defense that this use of a private server was somehow normal and allowed by government rules: It was not normal, and was not allowed by the government rules in place at the time “The Department’s current policy, implemented in 2005, is that normal day-to-day operations should be conducted on an authorized Automated Information System (AIS), which “has the proper level of security control to … ensure confidentiality, integrity, and availability of the resident information.”
It also shreds the defense that “Well, Colin Powell did it too” into very fine dust, and then neatly disposes of the dust. As the report makes very clear, there are substantial differences between what Powell did and what Clinton did:
  • Powell says he set up a private e-mail account, in addition to his internal account, because at the time, the State Department “email system in place only only permitted communication among Department staff. He therefore requested that information technology staff install the private line so that he could use his personal account to communicate with people outside the Department.” This is a quite plausible reason that, around the turn of the millennium, a secretary of state would have wanted to use his own account. Powell seems not to have done enough to ensure that those records were maintained, which is a problem (though it’s not clear that he was aware that he should have turned those e-mails over). However, as far as I can tell, the most plausible explanation of Clinton’s behavior is that she set up her e-mail server for the express purpose of keeping those e-mails from being archived as records (and subject to Freedom of Information Act requests), which is a great deal more problematic than setting up an inadequately archived e-mail system because there’s no other way to use an increasingly vital communications technology.
  • Powell had an outside line set up in his office, into which he plugged a laptop, which he used alongside his State Department computer. The IT department was, in other words, aware that this was going on, and it seems to have come up in discussions of his drive to get everyone at State access to the Internet at their desk. While the quality of information about Powell’s Internet usage is not as high as it is about Clinton’s (after 10 years, memories fade, people become hard to contact, and records degrade), there’s no indication that he was less than transparent with staff. On the other hand, it’s quite clear that folks at State had no idea what was going on with Clinton’s e-mail server, and troublingly, at least two people who asked questions about it were apparently told to shut up and never raise the subject again.
  • Three things have changed pretty dramatically since Powell’s day: the magnitude (and appreciation) of cybersecurity threats; the quality of the State Department systems; and the government rules surrounding both recordkeeping and cybersecurity. One can argue that Powell should not have used a private computer during his tenure, but he seems to have done so in consultation with the IT folks, at a time when the policy surrounding these things was “very fluid” and the State Department “was not aware of the magnitude of the security risks associated with information technology.” By 2009, the magnitude of the risks was clear, and the policy was also much clearer. As far as the OIG could determine, Clinton took no action to ensure that she was in compliance with that policy, which, in fact, she emphatically was not. Officials at State told the OIG in no uncertain terms that they would not have approved her reliance on a personal e-mail server.
  • The OIG found only three instances in which State employees had relied exclusively on personal e-mail: Powell, Clinton and Ambassador J. Scott Gration, the U.S. emissary to Kenya from 2011 to 2012. Gration, who served under Clinton, was in the middle of a disciplinary process initiated against him for this e-mail use (among other things) when he resigned. So it is not only impossible to argue that this was somehow in compliance with State’s guidelines, but also impossible to argue that Clinton might have thought it was in compliance with requirements, unless she somehow failed to notice when or why her ambassador to Kenya went missing.
  • The OIG found evidence that the server was attacked, and that Clinton’s staff members (and presumably Clinton herself) were aware of it (Clinton at one point seems to have expressed concern that people might be trying to hack her email). These incidents should have been reported to computer security personnel, but OIG found no evidence that they were. Clinton’s supporters have offered the wan defense that “attacked” doesn’t mean “actually hacked,” but of course, since they didn’t report it, there was no timely investigation, so we don’t really know what happened, or even whether her server setup and/or server administrator were sophisticated enough to detect a penetration if one had taken place.
  • This is the most profoundly amazing part of the whole story: Clinton’s server administrator was hired by State as a political appointee, from which position he continued to provide support to Clinton’s private e-mail server during working hours, without telling anyone this was happening:
    The DCIO and CIO, who prepared and approved the Senior Advisor’s annual evaluations, believed that the Senior Advisor’s job functions were limited to supporting mobile computing issues across the entire Department. They told OIG that while they were aware that the Senior Advisor had provided IT support to the Clinton Presidential campaign, they did not know he was providing ongoing support to the Secretary’s email system during working hours. They also told OIG that they questioned whether he could support a private client during work hours, given his capacity as a full-time government employee.
    Clinton apparently paid him for the work, but it is basically impossible to believe that she didn’t know this was happening (if her e-mail malfunctioned during the workday, did she expect to wait until 8 or 9 that night for it to come back up?) or that she thought it was okay to hire your private server administrator as a political appointee (a diplomatic political appointee in the IT department?) and then have him keep an eye on your private server from his government office. This has an unpleasant whiff of Tammany Hall about it.
It’s really hard to come away from reading this report thinking “Yup, just an honest mistake.” Or indeed, “just a mistake, no big deal.” Or even “no worse than others have done.”