Showing posts from 2020

Continuing Draconian Measures

  It’s of interest that the Democrat (read “socialist”, or “communist”) governors and mayors in this country have, in unison, become overlords of the economy and inter-personal behavior. They work in collusion with the press, television news programs, Hollywood, the medical community, the education system, the ghost of Nikita Khrushchev, and the political wigged-out left. It’s amazing how rapidly they took absolute control over all life with draconian measures, while simultaneously ignoring the rioting, burning, and looting perpetrated by their co-conspirators. Now that immunizations are becoming readily available, I understand that there will be NO CHANGE in social distancing and masking requirements, along with continuing to keep business in America closed. Supposedly, this is due to the Wuhan Virus still being a threat. Even though we have a vaccine. I think it might be something else. Does anyone really expect the overlords to relinquish their power at this poin

Missing Thanksgiving

  We’re having no Thanksgiving at all. And I’m not looking at having a Christmas either. At age 71, I’m thinking back to holidays at the farm, and how fantastic it was getting together with the grandparents, aunts and uncles, cousins, in-laws, strays, and the smell of mincemeat and bird……. I’ll take the shot as soon as it’s available. I want this to be over. I’m not looking at having all that many more holiday seasons, and I don’t want to lose another one.

Mask? No Mask?

  Looks like the Dread Virus is pretty easy to catch, and makes you sick. Or not. Seems to depend on a pretty wide variety of factors. But it is easy to catch. Even if you don’t get any symptoms. It’s not going to just go away. It’s with us for the long haul. Last I read, it’s now known to be sort of airborne. It seems to me that this is something that our species is just going to have to live with. Like so many other undesirable things. Grass pollen. Leaf raking in the fall. NBC. Athlete’s foot. Democrats. Kneeling during the National Anthem. Other undesirable stuff. If a face mask could get rid of Democrats, I’d wear one. If it would get rid of the Dread Virus, I’d wear one.

A Vacation From Facebook

  I’m going to take a vacation from Facebook. The overriding and unending anti-police, anti-traditional, anti-American, anti-male, anti-white rhetoric is tiring. I have books to read, old movies to watch, vinyl to listen to. and crosswords to complete. When I feel compelled to get on the web, I’ll go to eBay or Craigslist and buy a used widgit. Those of you who know me know where my blog is located, where my house is located, and my e-mail address. Some of you know my cell phone number, and while I’m not married to that goddam thing, I do check it for messages from time to time. If I feel the need, I’ll blog. If you want to get hold of me, drop me an e-mail or a text message. Or just stop by. No mask necessary…..ever. As a last thought today, I’ll leave you with Your Real Horoscope!! Aquarius - January 20 to February 18 You have an inventive mind and are inclined to be progressive. You lie a great deal. You make the same mistakes repeatedly because you are stupid. Ev

Just Tell The Story

I’m trying to watch ANYTHING on Netflix or over the airwaves TV. Really. I’m trying. But my experience in life is that most relationships are between heterosexual and ethnically similar couples. Not exclusively mind you, but most. I have friends who are black, and friends who are brown, Indians of both styles (Turban and Injun), Asians from a mix of origins, and friends who are white. Also have a very few homosexual couples as friends, and singles of every stripe. I’m pretty inclusive when you get right down to it. I’ve had it with cross-gender bi-racial multi-partner set-ups as being the norm. Really. Sure, put them in the mix. They exist. They’re just not the majority. And never will be. Because the norm is something else altogether. And extended bedroom scenes featuring homosexual couples are fine if they have something to do with the story you’re telling, and not just offered to show how goddam inclusive and edgy you are. OK? Long as I’m at it, I’d li

The Reason

Pretty sure that I've got this whole “Social Change” anarchist, BLM, Etc. crap-fest figured. Why it took me so long is anybody’s guess. Probably that I’ve lived a life, and the 60’s were a really long time ago. There’s got to be a core of females who want to do something with their lives to make them feel complete, but they don’t know how to cook so they form ideas and methods of protest, but once again, they’re GIRLS for Christsake and can’t get their shit together enough to get things started. They enlist the help of some boys. Boys will do anything to get in their pants. Anything. Belly-crawl through an acre of razor blades just to suck that last dick that was in them—You know what I mean. This is the exact thing that happened when the Symbionese Liberation Army of the 60’s was formed. Same with the Weather Underground and that group of ass-holes in Chicago. It was nothing more than a way for ugly girls who had no chance with football players to get la

A Partial List

A partial list of crap that I’m tired of hearing about or seeing: -The Dread Virus -Police reform -Goatees -Shaved bald heads -Excessive tattoos -Or any tattoos that aren’t your military unit and rank or a legitimate tribal tattoo -Face masks -CNN and MSNBC -TV programs and commercials featuring interracial homosexual relationships -Social distancing -Choke holds -Heroic nurses -Crybaby professional athletes -TV commercials for prescription medicines -Anyone using the word “systemic” -Seattle, Washington -The NBA -Diversity and Equity -Comedians with a message -Title 9 (or Title 7, for that matter} -Being “alone together” -Facial piercings -Juneteenth -Anyone saying “Stay Safe” - Portland, Oregon -Antifa -Tampon commercials on TV -I Can’t Breathe -The New Normal -Stage1, Stage2, Stage3 -Nancy Pelosi

Spring Training

It’s a sad season for fans of the SF Giants. Sad. I have no idea who these guys are—I read that they have employed 17 big-league coaches. Jeebus...17 coaches. The general behavior of the club is the same as an expansion club that’s trying to decide who it wants to be when it grows up. I also read that they’ve signed so many players and coaches that they’ve run out of jersey numbers and have issued “0” and “00”. Now, I don’t know if all that’s true, but I do read the McCovey Chronicles, and one of their pieces on the web site this week is entitled “ Which Fictional Character Do You Want To Manage The Giants?”. So it’s not just me. Fictional Character to manage? One of their suggestions was Elle Woods, and I think that’s just dandy. E ven at that, baseball in general is in trouble…..Currently over-regulated and over-sanitized with way too many “metrics” . Players are over-paid causing ticket prices to rise out of the range for a regular guy (such as myself) to go to game

Television Musings

When I was in high school, I had a pretty full plate—In addition to actual classes (which were the least important part of it), I had extracurricular activities including athletic teams, the band, occasional dalliances with clubs like the California Scholarship Federation and the Key Club, I also had a nearly full-time job at a gas station and other summer jobs. And girls. And beer. And a car. The jobs supported the car, the beer, and, mostly, the girls. It was a full life. And fun. That covered the years from 1963 to 1967. No time for television. Ever. My Dad had a Kaye-Halbert B&W console TV—From my perspective, it was a blond wood cabinet that occupied a corner of the living room near the fireplace. I don’t remember ever sitting down and watching TV. Too much life to live, even when I was a little kid. Bike rides. Friends. Baseball.  Cub Scouts.  Sneaking a cigarette sometimes. My only point here is that TV wasn’t important in my life. Not just “not

Imposters--Scripted Bravo Program

Watched the entire 2 season run of “Imposters”--In the current manner, that would be 10 episodes per season. All on Netflix. This is one of those truncated canceled for no good reason really grand TV programs that I have been becoming affectionate of. Christ, that sentence is a disaster….. Imposters was made as a “Scripted Bravo Program” (their words on the opening screen of every episode)--As opposed, I suppose, to another baking competition that would be, at least by their standards, “Unscripted”….Even though we all know that they are indeed, scripted and planned. What those programs don’t have, however, is much overhead—No real writers or directors or hot new actors. Stuff like that. Plots. Original ideas. Location shoots. You know what I mean. This is one of those programs where you watch the first episode and think Oh Shit—This is too good for TV. It’s doomed. And you’re never really wrong. Happens all the time. Life on Mars. Life. The Unusuals. Brim

99 River Street--1953

Yeah…..It’s freezing rain outside and I couldn’t find anything worth watching on the major networks. I’m not interested in the NFL (too much Nike, too much Kaepernick debris, not enough Star Spangled Banner, if you know what I mean and I think you do).…..I tried watching some bowling, but there were fans with thundersticks, for Christsake. You already know what this means and I apologize  in advance—Movie Notes from the greater Pacific Northwest-- I went to one of my old standbys—Public Domain movies and TV on Their app lives on my ROKU box, and that makes it nice, plus, I sprung for the $2.50 annual fee for the “Gold” edition. Worth every cent. The only thing that could go wrong is a power outage in this rainstorm—WHICH DIDN’T HAPPEN!!! I watched a 1953 movie—B&W, great characters, lotsa tough-guy writing, fine story—dandy mood shots. Man, what a movie. Worth the time spent. 99 River Street—Starred John Payne, Frank Faylen (Dobie