Sunday, September 21, 2008

Heh

Further to today’s first post, from Ms. Alexandrova’s other blog…

So THIS is what the end-stages of BDS look like. I've been told there's no cure, and I'm beginning to believe it.
So, Larisa and Fellow Travelers... One hopes your husbands/wives, parents, friends, or *someone* close to you arranges an intervention before you hurt yourselves. Paranoid schizophrenia just ain't fun to watch, in addition to being dangerous to you and those around you.
Get help.
RESPONSE FROM LARISA ALEXANDROVNA
Which part of a trillion dollar money grab - our money - without any oversight whatsoever is part of this paranoid schizophrenia? Do tell us young Buck what the proper reaction to this situation might be, mkay? Insults without addressing anything of substance simply makes you look foolish - and generally, identifies you as an asshole straight away. Welcome to the party by the way. I will let the other voices in my head know we have a new guest;)

Hey!  I’m young again!  But I suppose me being an asshole kinda-sorta offsets my new-found youth.  Oh, well.  At least I’m not batshit crazy.  I’ll count my blessings.

The Sunday Funnies


About the following… file under “Stupid Stuff I Thought Was Funny.”  At the time.  Maybe ya hadda be there.  OTOH, what follows could be the result of 12 hours of non-stop football, in various and sundry forms.


I’ve had similar encounters with my printer.


I think I may have hit bottom with these two vids.
  But I’m curious… do ya think the Dobie likes Pink Floyd?  Or should we call PeTA?

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File this under “Stupid Stuff That ISN’T Funny:”  “Welcome to the final stages of the coup...”  Yep, I’ve been playing in the mud again.  If you don’t want to get your Sunday-Go-To-Meetin’ clothes dirty… not mention your psyche… here’s about all you need to know:

In 2000, the long fought for and long admired democracy of the United States of America began a slow and steady decline toward fascism - a Bush family tradition - with the installment of a president - a man the citizens overwhelmingly rejected (although the funny math told a still believed myth) - by a few corrupt judges on the US Supreme Court. That coup is now nearly complete and checkmate is all but unavoidable.

[…]

It seems this time around, the Bush family is trying the more subtle approach to open bloodshed:  first create a crisis, then  under the guise of addressing that crisis, overthrow democracy. Yes, it does sound terribly conspiracy-theory-esque when explained just this way. But what else does one call a criminal conspiracy to destroy Congressional powers permanently, alter Judicial powers permanently, and steal public funds?

As I see it now, we have but two options and I have long alluded to hoping against hope that one of these options would not be the only one left to a peaceful people. The first and frankly most preferable option is for Congress to immediately begin impeachment proceedings against the members of this latest Business Plot.

[…]

The other option, the one I have long prayed we would never need to even consider, is a total revolution. But, If Congress won't act in its own self-defense, in the defense of democracy, in defense of us - the people who have elected them to protect us from this very danger - then what is left for us to do? I don't want to see it come down to this, but I fear that it will. Put your party politics aside right now. We are in a crisis so dangerous that should these people succeed in their coup, your party affiliation will no longer matter, your American flag will be a nice collectible item of something that once was, and your version of God will be worshiped in secrecy because your freedoms will be owned by the few.

I left the links in the excerpt intact.
  The Beeb link is “old news” and the other link is a compendium of Leftie snit pieces enumerating the countless reasons AlGore won the 2000 presidential election.  About which: the veritable source of Bush Derangement Syndrome.  All that’s missing from the second link is the identification of Patient Zero and the pathology of BDS transmission.  The Left just never got over losing that election and it drives their paranoid ravings to this very day.  The lovely (I’m sure) Ms. Alexandrova probably can’t write her mom without including links such as these.  Yet I digress.

Here’s a sampling of what the Fellow Travelers have to say about Ms. Alexandrova’s deranged ravings:

MoniqueF
We should have taken the streets a long time ago -not that we did not protest this administration but obviously nothing has come out of them. Bush is getting away with crimes, abuse of power all wrapped with such audacity that yes, considering that Congress has be so complaisant and God knows what else this administration 's October surprise(s) will be, it is time for a revolution. As long as Bush is in power our ride is not over.
Posted 
12:01 AM on 09/21/2008

missjabez
I am ready and willing to "take it to the streets", particularly if the election is stolen from Obama. We Americans have tolerated enough.
Posted 
10:28 PM on 09/20/2008

insanityfollows
When people don't watch the news, don't study history, etc... and gets apathetic, humanity finds itself in these pinches. People think it can't happen now or here. It can. Lipstick on a pig and all of that. When you really start looking at it it's a little scary.
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09:29 PM on 09/20/2008

It’s never been more appropriate to say this:
  “You can’t make this stuff up.”  Simply appalling.  I'm as serious as the proverbial heart attack when I say this:  Ms. Alexandrova is in need of an intervention.  "Normal" people, however you define the term, don't think like this... let alone make their rantings and ravings public in such an embarrassing manner.  One hopes that her "significant other" (I don't know, nor do I care, about her personal relationship status), her parents, or a concerned friend steps up and gets her the professional help she needs.  Paranoid schizophrenia, aside from being an ugly thing to observe, is dangerous to the person so afflicted and to those around them.  The woman needs help.

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I’ve been remiss in not telling ya that SN2 has resumed posting on his blog after a two-weeks-shy-of-a-year hiatus.  It’s good to see him back. 

So.
  Can the world possibly stand three Pennington men blogging?  Which, of course, is a rhetorical question if there ever was one.

Saturday, September 20, 2008

Yesterday's Rainbow...


...is Today's Pic(s).  Two of 13 shots taken around 1800 hrs. last evening, right out my back door.

Friday, September 19, 2008

Happiness Is...






Happy Hour will be VERY good this evening, Gentle Reader. And for a couple of weeks to come, as well.

Thursday, September 18, 2008

Just Frickin' SICK

Liberal discourse:


Now, I want to be clear and speak directly to those of you who LOVED that Palin interview. You're an idiot. I mean that. This is not one of those cases where we're going to agree to disagree. This isn't one of those situations where we debate it passionately and then walk away thinking that the other guy is wrong but argued well. I'm not going to think of you as a thoughtful but misguided person with different ideas who still really cares about the country and the world. No, sorry, not this time. This time, if you watched those interview excerpts and weren't scared out of your freakin' mind, then you're mentally ill, mentally disabled, or mentally disturbed. What you are NOT is responsible, informed, curious, thoughtful, mature, educated, empathetic, or remotely serious. I mean it.


Comment upon said Liberal discourse:

 

bunnydeni71 
Okay, so it was a bit raw for Michael to say! But, the fact of the matter stands.... I am scared out of my mind also!!!!!!!!! She is not only not ready to lead a nation, but if I hear one more time about "Todd" I'm gonna screammmmmmmmmmmmmm:) GO OBAMA
 Posted 01:59 PM on 09/18/2008


-hockeymom_huh 
Amen!
Posted 01:47 PM on 09/18/2008


-matzoid 
Michael! I love you! (Though MY wife would NOT be cool with that!)
God, I've been waiting to hear someone speak those words to me. I have made the same decision about a week or two ago. (Yes, I was still trying to have the "reasoned debate" with these cretins.) But it finally hit me just as you said. It is NOT a matter of reasoned debate. It is not a matter of just disagreement. These people are idiots and reasoned debate only elevates them to as level far above where they deserve to be. 
Its like arguing whether the moon is made of green cheese. Or with a creationist.
Why is everyone else so afraid to say the obvious. I was getting so discouraged by the American populace that I was about to put a bumper sticker on my car that says;
A M E R I C A D E S E R V E S
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Posted 12:20 PM on 09/18/2008


There are 27…count ‘em… 27 frickin’ pages of comments to this despicable article at The Huffington Post.  I could only stomach the first page; I didn’t dive any deeper.  I feel like I need a shower, as it is.


I really DO try and understand these folks… but I’m rapidly coming to the point where I wish… fervently… that some of their darkest fantasies would come true.  You know… things like the gulag, the black helicopters, and all that other paranoid bullshit.  Because these people are seriously frickin’ disturbed.  Deranged.  And completely devoid of respect for others and, by inference, themselves.  But then again, perhaps the only thing they need is to be taught some manners… with a pop right in the mouth, repeated as necessary.  On the other hand, you’d probably have to beat them to death, by the look of it.


What the HELL is going on in this country?


(h/t: Rachel Lucas)

Of Limited Interest...

... I know.  But some just might be interested.  I got this lil love note from the Dee-troit Red Wings org today... you know, the current owners of The World's MOST Famous Sports Trophy.  Here's a screen-shot:



And you can see the video 
here.  Yeah, it's an ad.  But it's a good great ad!  With some of the best "made for teevee" rock 'n' roll I've ever heard. 

"Heeey-Ayyyy... HOCKEYTOWN!"
 Oh my... Soon, Gentle Reader... soon.

Random Notes... Again

I’m a fairly conservative kinda guy in my habits (OK… my politics, too) in that once I make a choice I tend to stay with it.  That’s true where cars are concerned (The Green Hornet and I celebrate our eighth year together next month), soft drinks (Dr. Pepper.  And ONLY Dr. Pepper.), jeans (Levi 501s)… the list goes on and on.  The same thing is more or less true about ‘pooters, too.  I’ve been a PC-guy since Day One and a Gateway customer for the last 15 years or so.  I’ve been pretty loyal to Firefox for the last four years (beginning with v. 1.0), as well.  But Firefox has been acting a bit…ummm… willful of late, if not downright petulant.  She refuses to run videos, and a re-start may or may not rectify the problem.  But the final foot-stomping, tizzy-throwing, rage-against-MY-machine episode came yesterday when she locked up on me not once but four times.  Enough, already.  I threw the bitch out.


Buh-bye, Firefox.
  Hello Chrome.  And so far… so good.  “Developing,” as it’s said. 

(Oh… in case you’re wondering… Chrome has a real-time spell-check function, too.  Important, that.)


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I’ve been meaning to mention this for quite some time now, but the subject never seems to make the cut.
  Have you noticed our industrial chemists are doing wonderful things with scents, of late?  The product that immediately comes to mind is liquid soap.  I have a bottle of Softsoap “Elements” in Pink Grapefruit on my kitchen counter and I swear to The Deity At Hand that the soap smells exactly like cutting into a Texas Ruby Red.  Washing my hands with this soap almost always makes me hungry.  In the kitchen. It’s quite a different story in the bathroom… where I have a bottle of Dial’s “Yogurt” Vanilla and Honey mixture on the sink.   That blend smells for all the world like a piña colada.  Seriously.  It never fails… I wash my hands and I see myself back in The Caymans, on the beach, drink in hand, soaking up sun…  Amazing stuff, this scented soap.  Cheap Thrills ‘R’ Us, I suppose.


And please… no wise-ass metrosexual remarks (I'm
kidding!).
  Guys like pleasant aromas, too.  But what I really want is a soap that smells like Shell Super-M or Castrol R-30*.  That would be really cool… as in “race day!”


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Today’s Random Bit On Aging, or… “The mirror is not your friend.”
  I dunno how it happens for everyone else in this boat, but the physical fact of aging, as manifested by my visage, kinda snuck up on me and smacked me right in the face… literally, suddenly, and without warning.  It happened one morning a few years back (let’s say six, for argument’s sake) as I was shaving.  Growing old is a subtle thing where one’s appearance is concerned.  Change takes place oh-so-slowly and your face might possibly be the thing that is most familiar to you, as you see yourself every day.  But we either don’t notice subtle change, or we’re in denial… one or the other.  In my case it was a failure to notice.  I didn’t really notice my hair line was receding, nor did I notice those “character lines” as they developed.  Until that morning.  At which time it dawned on me:  “Damn, Bud… you’re frickin’ OLD!”  There was a jangling disconnect between my mental self-image and the reality staring back at me from inside the mirror.  Some way, somehow, the human brain gets an image imprinted on it and that image stays in place, regardless of the reality of the situation.  I was apparently stuck somewhere around age 40 and never moved forward. 


And that’s how it was with me.
  I was well and truly shocked.  But I got over it.


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Fascinating historical trivia... in today's Guardian (UK).  An interview with the guy who designed the “set” where the famous “Kitchen Debate” took place, in Moscow, in 1959.  Excerpt:


In 1959, Richard Nixon and Nikita Khrushchev made a rare public appearance together at Moscow's newest landmark: the American National Exhibition. A few days before the opening, the two men strolled through the pavilions, bickering flirtatiously for the press, and pretending to admire US handiwork. When they entered the re-creation of a Long Island kitchen, however, the tone changed. Khrushchev averred that Russian kitchens were longer-lasting than American ones and that, in any case, he doubted the average US worker could afford what was on display. Nixon said they certainly could, and what became known as the Kitchen Debate gathered steam until the US vice-president thundered: "You must not be afraid of ideas!" Infuriatingly, the Russian president smiled and said: "That's what we're telling you - don't be afraid of ideas."



The man responsible for the kitchen and everything else on show that day was Jack Masey, now 84 and sitting in the office of his design firm in 
Manhattan. On the table in front of him are papers relating to what he calls "the whole shebang" - the two decades he spent working for the US Information Agency, which sounds like a branch of the CIA but, Masey assures me, is not. At the height of the cold war, it was Masey's job to attend world fairs and deliver an idea of America that outshone the idea of the Soviet Union - not through missiles, but through hairstyles, kitchen units, car designs and, at one point, a mechanical talking chicken.



The concept of the world fair, the expo, seems quaint today. But in the 1950s, it was a chance to show people things they hadn't already seen, things that were exciting and new, even if it was at heart a big, colourful piece of propaganda. Russia's reciprocal exhibition in New York focused on Sputnik, heavy farming equipment and a big statue of Lenin; some of what Masey and his team came up with for the Russians - Pepsi, Ford cars, Levi jeans, Disney films - are still basic units of Americanism today.


You may think it strange, Gentle Reader, but I remember the Kitchen Debate.
  I was 14 at the time and believe me, the event was news.  Big news.  Why, you ask?  Because of this, in part… from the linked article, again:


Nearly 3 million Russians saw the show. They mobbed the guides for details about their lives, their incomes, their marriages. They tested the United States' idyllic view of itself. "Provocateurs in the audience would shout out, 'What about the negro problem? We understand that in the US there's no medical care? When you retire, there's no social security?' The guides would say, 'That's an interesting question, we can't pretend that we've solved it all, but we're trying.'" Likewise, when the Soviets came to America, Walter Winchell wrote a stinging piece in the New York Times along the lines of "wonderful fashions, what about the labour camps?"


The Cold War, and all that.
  We Americans saw “cultural exchange” as a way of thawing out the Cold War, of humanizing each camp to the other.  Too bad that didn’t really work… the Cold War lasted another 20+ years.  And it looks like it might be re-igniting as we speak.  If a Cold War can “re-ignite”… contradiction in terms that it is.  I digress, as usual.  The article is a fascinating peek into the mind of the guy who led the cultural-exchange charge, and it’s pretty cool that Mr. Masey is able to tell his tale.  Talking chickens and all.


Related:
  American Art in the Cold War.  


* Shell Super-M is a castor-based (bean) oil used in racing motorcycles... specifically two-stroke race bikes.  It smells
wonderful!

Wednesday, September 17, 2008

Older. Not Quieter.

This is the first of what may be a continuing series of random thoughts on aging. Notice the emphasis on “may” in the preceding sentence. I’ve had noble aspirations of this sort before, and I’ve rarely delivered. So: caveat emptor. And all that.


So. One doesn’t see a whole helluva lot on the subject of growing old around the blogosphere. I find this both normal and unusual, at the same time. The lack of discussion is “normal” because we live in the ultimate youth culture. There’s been frickin’ volumes written about this phenomenon elsewhere… let’s just take it as accepted wisdom and move on. No digressions in this space.


No one wants to grow old… it’s almost a crime by our current cultural standards. So, we get our botox injections, buy the Vette, go water skiing three times a week, or take a 3,000 mile motorcycle tour as a “vacation,” and pretend we’re still 40. Or 50. Whatever. But we’re NOT supposed to be old, ya know... we’re supposed to be “only as young as we feel.” So therefore we don’t talk about it… being old. That’s normal. I find it unusual, however, since I know the first wave of Boomers applied for Social Security this year. And Boomers have always been “all about me,” and me is old now. But… no comment from the Boomer cadre. This is really strange… I mean, what? Boomers are getting old and aren’t talking about it? How strange! Unless one stops and considers the Boomers almost single-handedly created the Youth Culture (see: that trite and immediately shop-worn ‘70s phrase “Don’t trust anyone over 30!”) and find themselves in a position where they can’t possibly say “Never mind!” and begin singing the praises of aging. Or even talk about aging in an observational sort of way. Bad place, that. Thus they (we?) seem to be “Forever Young,” as Bobby sang.


Well… I’m gonna change that. I’m gonna talk a lil bit about getting old. No big-ass essays or anything like that, coz that’s not me. I’m basically superficial and get more out of dialog than I do from exposition. So… that’s a sort of left-handed way of soliciting your comments on these random musings, if you’re “of a certain age.” Or even if you’re not. Coz we’re all gonna be there eventually, Lord Willing and the creek don’t rise.


So. To begin this discussion I thought I’d google “thoughts on aging.” I found this… an interesting laundry list… written by a man who “recently turned 50.” Let’s set aside the fact I passed 50 well over ten years ago and don’t think of that age as “old” any longer. Let’s just say there’s a lot in the linked list I don’t or can’t relate to… mostly the itemized physical ailment(s)… but there are other things, too. It’s a good list, and I urge you to go check it out. That said… I most definitely relate to this:


I seem to be turning into a dirty old man. Almost every woman under the age of forty now appears attractive. Since I'm sure there hasn't been a massive change in the beauty of American women, it's my evaluation of them that's changed. Friends who are the same age say the same thing is happening to them; one of them commented, "The older I get, the more beautiful women are."


I relate alright, but with one minor twist: I find women over 40 to be attractive… nay… irresistible. That’s not to say I don’t appreciate “the younger form,” Gentle Reader… far from it. My interest is more academic where younger women are concerned, though. My mind wanders much further a field when I see a well-turned-out older woman. Specifically: one over 40 — and most especially… over 50. Perhaps this academic/“other” thought dichotomy is a sub-conscious rationalization mechanism, i.e., thinking “there’s NO frickin’ way” whenever I see a sweet young thang. But I think not. I think we perceive potential mates (rationally… as in: relationships; or irrationally… as in Wal-Mart daydreams) in an entirely different way as we age. The slings and arrows of time doing their work (or worst, depending on your POV) on the female form become something different to an older viewer. Your “sag” becomes my “curve” (and I use that term in the best way possible. Draw your own conclusions.) Your facial “age lines” tell me your experience and character left favorable impressions upon your face… and that doesn’t even consider your history of laughter. Your eyes are knowing, not seeking or questioning. I could go on (and ON), but… you get the picture, right? There’s everything to be said for maturity (on many different levels), not the least of which is physical (I am male, after all).


Which brings me to my next and final point. I seriously wish women would quit trying to fuck with time, as in fight a losing rear-guard action with it. That’s a war you can’t win. Rather: accept it. And accept it gracefully. Older women are simply frickin’ beautiful; there’s no real or perceived need to delay or reverse what you’ve become in the hope of remaining what you were. You wouldn’t want to reverse your intellectual or emotional development and revert to being age 25, would you? So if you’re not gonna mess with the contents, why mess with the box? Besides… most men like you as you are, which is to say not-25; the great majority of men who appear to think otherwise are simply buying in to what’s expected of us. Leave us not get into just who sets these expectations, mmm-kay? Let’s just chalk it up to cultural conditioning, and leave it at that.


Thus endeth today’s sermon. Shorter: I like Ol’ Ladies.


The image: My Senator… The Honorable Kay Bailey Hutchison. (Wikipedia)

Update 9/17/2008, 1405 hrs: Deborah, in comments, sez: “You and Benjamin Franklin.” Ah...yes! Ol' Ben wrote one of my favorite pieces on this subject, ever. And here it is, in the event you're unfamiliar with it:

June 25, 1745

MY DEAR FRIEND:- I know of no Medicine fit to diminish the violent natural inclination you mention; and if I did, I think I should not communicate it to you. Marriage is the proper Remedy. It is the most natural State of Man, and therefore the State in which you will find solid Happiness. Your Reason against entering into it at present appears to be not well founded. The Circumstantial Advantages you have in View by Postponing it, are not only uncertain, but they are small in comparison with the Thing itself, the being married and settled. It is the Man and Woman united that makes the complete Being. Separate she wants his force of Body and Strength of Reason; he her Softness, Sensibility and acute Discernment. Together they are most likely to succeed in the World. A single Man has not nearly the Value he would have in that State of Union. He is an incomplete Animal. He resembles the odd Half of a Pair of Scissors.

If you get a prudent, healthy wife, your Industry in your Profession, with her good Economy, will be a Fortune sufficient.

But if you will not take this Counsel, and persist in thinking that Commerce with the Sex is inevitable, then I repeat my former Advice that in your Amours you should prefer old Women to young ones. This you call a Paradox, and demand my reasons. They are these:

1. Because they have more Knowledge of the world, and their Minds are better stored with Observations; their conversation is more improving, and more lastingly agreeable.

2. Because when Women cease to be handsome, they study to be good. To maintain their Influence over Man, they supply the Diminution of Beauty by an Augmentation of Utility. They learn to do a thousand Services, small and great, and are the most tender and useful of Friends when you are sick. Thus they continue amiable. And hence there is hardly such a thing to be found as an Old Woman who is not a good Woman.

3. Because there is no hazard of children, which irregularly produced may be attended with much inconvenience.

4. Because through more Experience they are more prudent and discreet in conducting an Intrigue to prevent Suspicion. The Commerce with them is therefore safer with regard to your reputation; and regard to theirs, if the Affair should happen to be known, considerate People might be inclined to excuse an old Woman, who would kindly take care of a young Man, form his manners by her good Councils, and prevent his ruining his Health and Fortune among mercenary Prostitutes.

5. Because in every Animal that walks upright, the Deficiency of the Fluids that fill the Muscles appears first in the highest Part. The Face first grows lank and Wrinkled; then the Neck; then the Breast and Arms; the lower parts continuing to the last as plump as ever; so that covering all above with a Basket, and regarding only what is below the Girdle, it is impossible of two Women to know an old one from a young one. And as in the Dark all Cats are grey, the Pleasure of Corporal Enjoyment with an old Woman is at least equal and frequently superior; every Knack being by Practice capable by improvement.

6. Because the sin is less. The Debauching of a Virgin may be her Ruin, and make her Life unhappy.

7. Because the Compunction is less. The having made a young Girl miserable may give you frequent bitter Reflections; none of which can attend making an old Woman happy.

8. 8th & lastly. They are so grateful!!!

Thus much for my Paradox. But still I advise you to marry immediately; being sincerely

Your Affectionate Friend, Benj. Franklin


Apropos of not much... I find it both amusing and gratifying that one of our greatest Founding Fathers (ahem) was considered to be among the leading womanizers of the age. I use the term
“womanizer” in its best sense... if there is a best sense... and in no way intend to be demeaning. One could say “appreciative,” just as easily.

Thanks for reminding me of this, Deborah.