Tuesday, May 17, 2016

Show Your Work

Last week a frequent reader and occasional commenter observed that my "cite please" shtick in the comments to my last piece was a bit rich coming from the author of a post lacking cites. As he is a friend and especially because he was buying the beer (thanks!) I felt obliged to respond. My weak sauce justification (which I described exactly that way) was that I wrote and published the piece using my phone, making the copying of links marginally more difficult and therefore, in my mind, optional. 

Quick aside as I write this: the app I used to write the last post and this paragraph 1) does not appear to have any way to incorporate links into text (I did the one above via the full size website on my phone and it was a PITA) 2) is no longer available as an app, which tells me I should get another blogging app if I am to continue my mobile blogging ways, as I do find it useful to incorporate links within the text as God intended and not as unsightly URLs dropped willy-nilly into the general vicinity.

For my immediate purposes, however, I will ask for some reader participation, thus:

1) I will identify an area in the previous post that might be considered cite-deficient.

2) I will suggest search terms that should yield sufficient results to illustrate the area. (I did in fact check them and they seem sufficient; your browser may also suggest similar search yearns as you type.)

Ready? Let's begin.

First paragraph: Indiana GOP primary results, NeverTrump movement, Trump GOP meeting, Clinton Sanders vote totals.

Last paragraph: Ted Cruz hatred.

Everything between ranges from an invitation to a thought experiment, to expressions of personal opinion, to rhetorical questions. As such they do not require citation of an outside source. Indeed, there is no outside source, as they come from myself.

I hope this sauce is a bit stronger. Thanks again for the beer!

Tuesday, May 10, 2016


It appears that Indiana Republicans ignored JJV's call to the barricades or the beaches or wherever they were to resist Trump manfully until the, shall we say, last trump. Now we get to watch the ring-kissing and "well he's the nominee so what can ya do", aided and abetted by the horse race-dependent media because after all Both Sides Do It.

As always in such matters it is a useful exercise to replace (R) with (D) and imagine what the Party of Lincoln would say were Trump to be the presumptive Democratic nominee for president. If that were the case I'd cash in the kids' 529s and invest in clutchable pearls and fainting couches.

I truly believe that in a healthy, functioning civil society, we would not have arrived at this point. However, we must play the hand we are dealt (or, more accurately,  deal to ourselves as a country), and at this point, the most bitter anti-Hillary, pro-GOP partisan (I think I know someone like that) needs to answer this question:

Is Donald Trump fit to be president?

Or, perhaps more specifically, is Donald Trump more fit to be president than Hillary Clinton?

Personally that does not rise to the level of "legitimate question" but YMMV.

No rush on this; you have until early November.

Oh yeah, almost forgot: given what has come to pass, it is incomprehensible to me how Ted Cruz clearly is so truly, deeply, madly loathed, more than enough to deny him the nomination. You have to work very hard to be so very hated.

Sunday, May 01, 2016

The Battle of Indiana Is Not Yet Lost-Reject Vichy Republicanism

I note the dolorous position of most elected Republicans.  Seeing disaster in Trump they refuse to join Cruz--and thus confirm the belief of conservatives of what the Establishment is.  Now they begin to crumble in the face of the weakest frontrunner in the history of polling.

Even if Indiana goes badly Trump will not have what he needs and can be stopped in Ronald Reagan's (and unfortunately Dick Nixon's) California.  If we are not to be saddled with the most liberal Republican--and most ethically challenged--since Nixon, it is time to rally behind a disliked throwback who will not quit but knows the disaster of surrender to temporarily superior force.

Viva La Republic!  http://www.theguardian.com/theguardian/2007/apr/29/greatspeeches1

Wednesday, April 20, 2016

Gun toting Republican Woman to Replace Economically Illiterate Democrat on the Twenty Dollar bill

The millionaiws and Billionaiws can rejoice!  The original enemy of the big banks will soon be dethroned from the twenty dollar bill.

A woman who thought Lincoln might not be Republican enough will replace him.

Wednesday, April 06, 2016

He'll Never Swim Kern River Again.

Merle Haggard just died.  http://tasteofcountry.com/merle-haggard-dead/

He was a remarkable man and one of the great country sounds of all time.  I hope wherever he is he's drinking that sweet bub-a-lub and eat'n that rainbow stew.

Monday, February 29, 2016


Tomorrow is the primary vote in Virginia.  Trump is in the lead.  Senator Ben Sasse has summed it up for many of us that we will never vote for Trump under any circumstances.  The Christy endorsement is proof that despite all those after school specials, sometimes the fat kid just gives the bully all his lunch money and shrugs.  I was a teenager when Donald Trump became a staple of the tabloids during his divorce from Ivana.  He is now and has always been a man of the Left.  He is now just a man of the Left who dislikes Muslims, Hispanics and women who avoid cosmetic surgery.

I left the Democratic Party so I did not have to support people who liked anti-American dictators and loved Big Government, and funding Planned Parenthood.  Good reason to leave the Republican Party if that is what it is for.

Worse, there is no reason in the modern age for Americans to support mass illiterate, impoverished foreign speaking immigration to the United States.  Fine.  We can talk about that.  To nominate a charlatan because you don't like the Republican donor class is like electing a whore because your girl was less chaste than you wanted.


As Taylor Swift might say "We are never, never, ever getting back together."

Christy, Sessions and Hewitt are dead to me.

The idea that anti-Trumpists are somehow establishment enemies of conservatism is laughable.   One year ago if I told Ann Coulter, Scott Brown, Chris Christy, Sarah Palin, Jeff Sessions and Joe Scarborough they would be supporting someone who found it difficult to disavow the KKK, claimed George W. Bush lied us into war, John McCain was not a hero because he was captured, dodged the draft with fake bone spurs, gave money to every big deal Democrat for over a decade, and had cheated on every one of his multiple wives they would call me a fantasist.  But that is what Trump has done to them.

Finally, I've heard Trump is like Mussolini and Hitler. This is unfair.  Both those guys were Vets with detailed domestic and foreign policies.    Trump is the awful crossing of Hughie Long and P.T. Barnum if they had inherited wealth and less concern for the truth.

Trump Delende Est.    

Wednesday, January 27, 2016

After 100 I too will take up cigarettes.

What I found amusing about this is that a Nepalese woman said she'd seen a lot of changes.  Sure in this decade theyv'e gone from the last Hindu Monarchy to Maoism but most don' t have running water, or reliable electricity and a lot still join the British Military.  I would think that of all the spots on this broad world besides New Guinea Nepal has seen the least changes in the last 100 years.


Perhaps its time to move there.

Sunday, January 03, 2016

We Can Make Him Better Than He Was, Better, Stronger, Faster Da Na Na Na.

It has been a while and I missed the 10 year anniversary of the blog.  I can not believe it's that long but numbers don't lie.  What can I post to warrant such an august anniversary?  The internet provides.
As you of a certain age, like Ella McPherson   may remember
https://www.instagram.com/ellemacphersonofficial/  There used to be a show called the Six Million dollar man.

Played by Lee Majors he was an astronaut terribly injured in a space crash.  Almost everyone old and decrepit as Ella McPherson (did I note you should click on the link to see what 51 looks like in Australia?) remembers the signature beginning.

"Steve Austin, astronaut,  a man barely alive....We can rebuild him.  Make him better than he was.  Better, Stronger, Faster."  For those who can not there is youtube:


But now technology has caught up.  http://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/article-3382588/Man-bionic-penis-ripped-childhood-accident-lose-virginity-aged-43-sex-campaigner.html

This must be the feel good story of the New Year.  But is America in the forefront?  No.  We are falling behind to Great Britain.  But as Donald Trump would say,   I will tell you this, if Mohammed here ever gets radicalized the 72 virgins are going to be more surprised than his wife.

You see this is a perfectly constructed blog post.  It began with nostalgia and Ella Mcpherson.  It moved on to nostalgia and Lee Majors in his most geek-tastic role.  It ended with bionic genitalia and a Trump/Moslem joke.

If not for the fact that 10 years have not increased my blogging skill to actually get the links to work this would create one hundred thousand clicks of traffic.

Happy New Year Everyone!

Saturday, December 05, 2015

Robert Loggia 1930-2015

Robert Loggia has died at the age of 85. For me his second-most-memorable performance was as an ex-con mobster on The Sopranos, in which his character's propensity for sudden and extreme violence lurked just below the surface.

His most memorable performance, though, was this:

Watch it the first time for Loggia, then watch it again for the dad's reaction to the turn of events. Yeaahh...

Requiescat in pace. "Hey Pete, nice set o' gates ya got here. Shame if something were to happen to 'em..."

Thursday, November 26, 2015

The Most Wonderful Time of the Year, Root Vegetable Edition

Happy Thanksgiving, everyone! As our longtime readership (basically JCC and another IP address) is aware, our contribution to the great Orphans Thanksgiving Potluck consists of pumpkin pie and Laura's fantastic mashed rutabagas.

The two smaller roots are from our friend Josh's garden in West Virginia. Overall this year the rutabagas are smaller and I hope I got enough to go around. Our local Harris-Teeter switched produce suppliers and there have been murmurs of discontent in the neighborhood, although their eggplant remains outstanding.

Cubed rutabagas await the boiling process. Better stop watching the pot.
Boil, boil, boil and bubble, filling the house with a great earthy smell in the process.

Not shown: the food-processing and final butter/seasoning application. I was advised that it was a "critical moment" and, as an avowed Kitchen Nazi, I removed myself from the viciinity.

I have just taste-tested the finished product and they are as wonderful as always.

As for the pumpkin pie, I was considering trying the America's Test Kitchen "foolproof" recipe (although I am a great fool) but decided not to at the last minute, as I had never tried it before and Thanksgiving is not the time for radical innovation. However, I did adopt their trick of using vodka instead of water when making the dough, so we'll see how that goes. (In the crust, silly.) Credit for moral support this year goes to Bryan, who not only helped mix the filling but watched quietly as one crust gave me grief on the pastry cloth. Thanks to him I did not fling it across the room, but that pie will definitely be of the "hold your applause" variety. As for the new recipe, I think I will bake more pies and try it out before November rolls around next year.

Enjoy the day, everyone!

Tuesday, November 17, 2015

A Decade of Potpourri

Ten years ago today I launched this blog/mission/quest/thing with a modest first post. Obviously things have slowed somewhat and I find myself in the odd position of thanking JJV for posting something, anything, well almost anything.

 The kids are growing, the layout cries for attention, and my social media feed is full of much the same kind of hate and foolishness swirling its way around the rim of the blogosphere in 2005. Although there are also cat videos. Now, of course, we have Twitter and Facebook and God knows what other means of getting on my lawn, which by the way really needs another reseeding.

So, Happy Birthday to the blog! Plus, it's almost rutabaga time.

Monday, October 19, 2015

No One Noticed the Beginning of the Zombie Apocolypse At That Time...

But looking back, it was obviously more than a drug deal gone bad:


Everyone on the plane was allowed to travel on to their destinations.  Assuring humanity's end.

Monday, October 12, 2015

And the Big Ship Went Down

So according to the Daily Mail the U.S.S. United States will finally be sold for scrap.  http://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/article-3268390/Destined-scrapyard-world-s-majestic-ocean-liner-SS-United-States-just-weeks-away-recycled.html#ixzz3oHtyPgAY

I sailed on her last year, and perhaps last voyage, in 1969.  She had been built with federal funds in part because she could be converted to troop use.  I was part of a family stationed to guard the Fulda Gap in the 1960's.  In 1969 we came home.  We drove our then exotic Volkswagen onto her and went to our cabins.  Everyday there was a Disney movie for kids in the spacious movie house on board.  Dinner was dress and there were white table cloths.  We entered N.Y. harbor and past the statue of liberty and berthed in N.Y harbor and walked down a gang plank to come home.  My first memories of America are then.  I don't recall anything before I went to Germany in 1966.  But I remember that incredible ship and the three day "sail" to America.

One thing I especially remember besides the Jungle Book and Alice in Wonderland, was the portholes.  I've been on cruise ships and they don't have port holes anymore.  Things have advanced so you have big windows.  But The United States had portholes like in the old movies.

She was fast and she was beautiful but all things pass in this world.  I'm one of the youngest people alive who ever sailed on her and I will remember it all my life.


Friday, October 02, 2015

The Modern Man Needs That Gun to Shoot Himself.

So, the New York Times has this:  http://www.nytimes.com/2015/10/02/fashion/mens-style/27-ways-to-be-a-modern-man.html?mwrsm=Facebook&_r=1

Twenty seven ways to be a modern man.  Apparently you sleep on the side of the bed closest to the door to fight an intruder but you don't own a gun to shoot the intruder.  You buy shoes for your wife.  Let me repeat...you buy shoes..for your wife.

There are no circumstances where a man buys shoes for his wife and she says--they're perfect hon, and means it.  Cole Porter could not buy the right shoes for his wife.  Modern man is not going to be able to do it.

A melon baller is not manly.  Nor is anything on this list.  Why would anyone but pajama boy want to be this guy? 

If the average NYT reader actually likes this list the paper is now beyond parody.

If I were this guy I would cry a lot.  In public.  And not just when John Wayne dies.