Wednesday, April 27, 2016

Mythos for Every Occasion

Hillary Clinton's Newspeak?   A news report states that some of Hillary's little helpers allegedly received one to three million dollars to visit Twitter and other online sites to "alter" negative views about her -- an extremely large undertaking, it would seem, considering her history "serving" (think server) America and, especially, her own self-interests.  We hope that what remains of good and brain-functioning Democrats quickly comes to realize exactly what they're supporting:  Lies past, lies future, lies in cunning wait.  Honest presidential candidates would simply not pony up funds to scrub truth from the Internet.  Do some of you really think it's worth electing Hillary solely because she and her minions promise to release information regarding UFOs?  Do you young folk believe she's like your kindly grandmother?  I rather doubt the families of Americans murdered in Benghazi feel that way about her.  A vote for Hillary Clinton, in my opinion, is a vote for the most closed administration in history -- and we know all too well that Obama's admin was promised to be the most open, instead becoming secretive enough to quench a madman's paranoia.  Does anybody actually want a President Hil-lie-ary?

Donald Trump's win in Northeastern primaries looks impressive, but pales when one unpleasantly reviews the latest polls which continue to show that a very large number among GOP voters feels unwilling to give him their vote -- and another significant percentage actually fear Trump.  Fear.  No trust. I tried to give him the benefit of a doubt from the beginning, but, despite the rhetoric, he appears more and more the bully, and a progressive bully at that.  Just look at his history, as opposed to the carefully sculpted "now."  Ted Cruz might have done  himself a real favor by choosing Carly Fiorina as his V-P running mate, particularly when one contemplates that Hillary Clinton could very well choose Elizabeth Warren as her choice.  Imagine a nation in tatters with that combination.  Where are those Hillary indictments when you need them?  In any event, my nightmare vision is a Clinton-Trump debate where The Donald's big mouth swallows himself into oblivion on national TV as he says stupid things and the viewers finds nuggets from his past as indefensible as Hillary's.  Hint:  This guy is as much a conservative Republican as a chicken egg.  You hate Ted, and you'd rather drop dead than vote for anybody but Trump?  O-kay. . .and, by the way, if Trump ends up debating Queen Hill' on TV, if she looks like the victim and he the verbal abuser, the ending at polling places probably won't be pretty.

No, I haven't yet hit the Internet to discover how many times Prince saw a UFO, and I think I'll pass up an opportunity to scour the tabloids to discover "exclusives" regarding how UFOs may have changed his life.  Seen it all before, other names, other times.

Nevertheless, I took some time to go scratching and clawing my way through old recordings of black artists in search of Prince, and along the way re-discovered my long-neglected music of Bessie Smith, Alberta Hunter, Ma Rainey, Robert Johnson and so many others whose names are forever remembered by historians.

And there it was:  A triple-CD released 23 years ago with Prince's face on the cover.  Entitled, Prince:  The Hits/The B-Sides, this was a little cased CD set purchased during an era when record companies had all but given up on vinyl and cassette recordings, as the march toward digital music quickly replaced old technology with new.  Of course, prices remained high because record companies weren't about to sacrifice the obscenely high prices demanded for their product.

But who would have guessed that vinyl records would make a dramatic comeback a couple of decades later, once young audiophiles caught on to the already well-established fact that digitally-enhanced music sounds like enhanced chicken scratch when compared to the true, revealing sounds produced while phonograph needles ride turntable grooves, dramatically summoning both music and voice forth in all the magnificence sought since even the early years of the Victrola?

Yep -- and now vinyl prices are higher than before in many areas.  The industry would say, that's the cost of needing to rescue old vinyl record pressing equipment from landfills and warehoused piles of junk.  Uh huh.

And what of Prince, whose purple rain has tragically washed purple pain down the purple lane drain?  Yes, even old white guys can appreciate his music, if we give him a chance.  Trouble is, for all the hoopla on TV and radio celebrating his life, proper media reps aren't about to offer a complete play list of the titles.  That is, we aren't likely to hear 'em announce or blare Prince's "Sexy M.F." or "Scarlet Pussy" on your local FM or AM station.  It's the FCC itch, you see.

Too bad Prince is gone, for this was a musical artist of true eccentric genius.  At the extreme risk of being called a racist (what's new. . .), I'll add that it's also a delight to watch society honor a black man for his musical talent, rather than for some vague basketball or football "prowess" simply because he was able to transport a ball from here to there.  Skill, shmill.  Yeah, I know, Prince played basketball in high school.  Fortunately, he grew out of it :):):):)

Okay, enough about Prince and no, crazed proponents, Harriet Tubman beat him to the $20 bill, so it's too late for that to happen.  However, reaching forth from my old roots as a Fortean sympathizer, I will note that his song, "Let's Go Crazy" featured spirited lyrics which included an elevator.  How strange, that thing called fate, which declared that Prince's dead body would be found at home -- on the floor of an elevator.  Yes, by all means, let's go crazy.

Trouble in space paradise?  Mice recently recovered from an outer space experiment in weightlessness display severe liver damage, extending even to the phenomenon of "fatty" livers equivalent to earth-acquired disease.  NASA and science in general will need to keep a very close watch on astronauts' livers which, so far, haven't reached such extremes -- but what could this mean for our future in space?  Better get those robots in gear, folks, so they can do the cosmos explorations -- um, of course, that won't happen until after artificial intelligence kills off all the humans on Earth.  Gotta take the good with the bad, you know.

Robert Hastings:  UFOs and nukes.   For a small price, you can now access on the Net Hastings' new documentary movie about UFOs over nuclear missile bases.  I've not viewed it yet, but it's said to be quite good.  How government officials can continue to deny us the evidence is deplorable, but hardly surprising to those of us familiar with decades of governments dancing around the issue of UFOs doing whatever they damned well please over our most sensitive military facilities.  A little over four bucks procures your admission to view Hastings' movie at   https://vimeo.com/ondemand/ufosandnukes  and you shouldn't be disappointed.

Earth Day:   Sorry I missed it.  I was busy contemplating how many millions of birds have been shredded to date by wind turbines and flash-fried by solar panels around the world.  Anyway, I hope Earth Day revelers had an opportunity to pay proper homage to Earth Day "name" Ira Einhorn, whose warmth and kindness caused him to beat his girlfriend to death decades ago and hide her body in a trunk secreted in a closet within his home.

Still, the science remains controversial regarding human-caused climate change.  Are we not sick and tired of computer projections influencing our lives and predicting the future with no more expertise than a gypsy fortune teller?  Congratulations world, we now have science and computerization without a lick of common sense built in -- exemplified by the fact that a number of U.S. state attorneys general have now conspired to bring legal charges against companies which dare deny a human role in climate change.  Should these fancy-ass lawyers with better nameplates not be held accountable under anti-conspiracy legislation for their combined efforts?  Are there no brains left to function in this country among those we trust in government?  The science is NOT all in, but thugs with law credentials sure are.  We must reject the shape-shifters of questionable computer climate graphics.

A VERY far-left newspaper or magazine which I did not catch the name of, and I'm not near the Internet at the moment, reportedly performed a study regarding the smarts of liberals and conservatives.  Incredibly, this leftist source reveals that conservatives seem to be more intelligent than those on the left.  Hmm, maybe it's all the leftist inbreeding.  Well, I need to check this out, but certainly not for shock value.

Thanks, Hillary Clinton:  This paragraph makes a perfect transition from the last.  Looks like Queen Hillary wants to put a three-cent PER OUNCE tax on soft drinks.  For my money, I'm thinking that a bottle of soda would garner far more in Hillary taxes than the weight of a typical go-Hillary brain on the street.

Transgender bathrooms:  Well, I kinda parted company with the whole thing after going all out for gay people being allowed to serve openly in the military -- which I did because (hint, hint) they're already there and have been there all along.  But available literature regarding the transgender identity indicates some extreme mental issues, along with a high number of suicides and attempted suicides -- apparently abundant AFTER surgery, when perhaps expectations are not what one discovers.  Obviously, the only fair solution to this mess is single bathroom facilities, though I can't imagine forcing businesses to assume the high expenses of converting relief facilities. 

Truth is, the transgendered constitute a very tiny fraction of the U.S. population, and to start catering -- as we often do -- to the whims of the barely existent at every turn, we're going to be in serious trouble, weighed down in lawsuits and attorneys' bills like cement boots on a mob informer.     Good grief, if bathrooms are a dilemma, can't you tranny folks just "hold it" until you get home?  That's what I would do, because I despise the bacteria-incubating nature of public bathrooms.  ' course, I suppose businesses could just build tranny outhouses in the back yard -- that would be such fun, like going back to a time when outhouses accommodated everybody on the farm.  Excluding the black widow spiders and poisonous snakes lurking inside, certainly.  Ouch. 

Of course, the continuing concern is and should be bathroom patrons who fake gender differences only because they have evil in mind, and this dilemma should rightly exist as the only influence over this issue.  Unfortunately, tactless and common-senseless legislative lizards don't have a clue.

In the meantime, steady yourself in case we experience multiple incidents across the country of spontaneous transgender bladder explosions at shopping malls, due to indecision regarding where to "go."

Tuesday, April 19, 2016

Lives of the Everyday Peepholes


Zika Freaka:  It's not a newly discovered threat, but Zika's boisterous journey north is the grabber.  If I have to listen to Dr. Fauci and other brains out there telling me one more time that mosquitos are chiefly responsible, it'll be enough to make me sprout wings and become a bloodsucker myself.  Authorities claim 358 cases so far, but forget the numbers and take a global view.  Are we to believe that all the illegal aliens traipsing across our borders in large numbers don't act as vectors for diseases never or rarely observed in the states?  Even, what, two, three or four years ago the U.S. started experiencing a child here and there developing mysterious paralyzing illnesses, sometimes resolving eventually and sometimes not.  We're already well aware of cases involving antibiotic-resistant tuberculosis and seemingly indestructible head lice showing up in Southern states and elsewhere.

It's too easy to hop aboard the Crazy Express and assume there are people in Washington, the corporate world and other political rat holes more than happy to keep "refugees" coming, no matter the health costs.  Oh yeah, maybe it's worth it to import a little Zika and a little TB and other good stuff 'cause sooner or later medical science and societal immunization via mass exposure will foster a cure and everybody will be happy -- the downside being extreme human suffering, with the bonus providing that elite folk have the resources to avoid living near unwashed illegal masses, while loyal Americans who never anticipated that leadership would abandon them are forced to accept exactly that outcome.   How the Obama administration cannot be held criminally liable for the border mess eludes me, but events tend to turn around quickly these days and maybe miracles will happen, should we elect the changes dependent upon saving us from outrageously flawed leadership.  Dream on.

And then I'm reminded of a current TV commercial from Koch -- yes, Koch.  I harbor no political feelings toward the company, but I do find their commercial, touting the need for fertilizer research and the like because world population will eventually double, more than annoying.  The obvious question is, why don't we do everything possible to assure NO doubling of human population?  How much of the nightmare must be lived by all species on the planet as humans continue to produce in excess?  Yes, population declines are apparent in some areas, but the Third World forges on at full speed, often resulting in nations needing to cough up funding to support others' bad decisions regarding numbers control.  Nobody can tell other people how many children they can produce?  Well, maybe that will change when needlessly dangerous population growth meets criteria similar to "climate change" and "global warming," those barely palpable examples of delusional science and overstatements far less urgent than poorly sustainable human numbers engulfing the planet.  Again recently, we've heard that one can take all the world's people and place them side by side, making them fit in a relatively small space -- but nobody bothers to calculate how many acres each individual needs to survive and flourish. Yes, readers, sometimes I, too, ride the Crazy Express.

A Donald Trump what-the?  With friends like Roger Stone and his outrageous comments, Trump's never-ending threats of lawsuits, and now intimidation of delegates by promising to release hotel room and phone numbers, what is this mess???  This is called winning?  Bullies and thugs have their place in society, but it's not the way to govern a nation -- at least, not this nation.  Sorry, Donald, but your rant will do little except get us a President Hillary Clinton, or maybe Bernie Sanders if the legal profession drops the wait-and-see stance and actually gets Hillary-ous.

Artificial intelligence will be the killer robot:   Readers, I'm a simple man.  To those of you who believe me a genius, thank you.  To the rest of you who actually have me pegged for what I really am, I fear you!  Anyway, I note that the media is still at it, interviewing computer world biggies and asking, will AI be friend or foe?  Some "experts" speak lovingly of AI, while others fear the future enough to put up more than a billion dollars to make sure AI won't destroy us all.

We can appreciate those efforts, but I say, save that money.  It won't matter.  Why not?  Because national entities such as Iran, North Korea, China and Russia aren't merely hacking into our cell phones.  Like us, they're develop artificial intelligence perpetually, and not the peaceable kind, for the race is on.  Indeed, various military research facilities, by their very nature, must be working on killer AI technology, smart bots which have no choice but to grow in thinking capacity and be better and far more cunning than their makers.  You want to sleep with one of those in your bed?  Not me, thanks.  The AI genie, we predict, cannot be domesticated for long  and, if we don't exterminate ourselves in other ways, we will perish someday at its, um, hands, or whatever it employs.  Maybe folks who prefer the brutality and caveman brains of the wide world of sports, instead of giving a hoot about intellectually gifted scientists who spend their time innocently building a future of death and extinction, are better off staying glued to the TV screen and munching on corn dogs after all.

Speaking of the TV, we appreciated Sharyl Attkisson's "Full Measure" report on Wikipedia's faults this week.  Looks like too many Wikipedia editors (especially the senior editor variety) not only spoil the information souffle -- but some hold grudges and delete the truth, particularly when medical research is involved, and an agenda-ridden corporation or individual dislikes the data.  However, for the most part, deleted Wikipedia material can be found if one clicks on the editing history section, a small consolation for those unfamiliar with this option.

Tuesday, April 12, 2016

Playing the Ninth Hole


Truly, I was just fine with Pluto as a planet, the ninth, and in no humor for some smarty-pants science cartel to come along and alter the rules to disqualify its planetary status.  Hey, I possess three -- yes, one, two, three -- college credits in astronomy, a course which educated me in not spelling one specific planet as either Youranus or Yeranus, and I declare that Pluto must remain a planet, damn it, because I'm eminently qualified to say so.  But (sigh. . .) sorry, Clyde Tombaugh, rest in peace -- looks as though your astronomical legacy will shine on a little less brightly among your eminent colleagues with a decision which re-fried your precious discovery into a non-planet.  BUT let's not forget your famous UFO sighting, forever banishing debunkers all hopped up with bargain-basement assertions that astronomers never see UFOs.

Nevertheless, there are often consequences to drastic change.  For instance, the No. 9 decal appears more than ready to be slapped upon another heavenly body -- a possible mega-planet many times the size of Earth, which grazes lazily at the far fringes of our solar system, as yet unseen, but whose existence seems to cause perturbations among distant planets and other objects in the neighborhood.  Enter Planet X?  Every few tens of centuries, some believe, this mystery giant approaches the inner planetary system close enough to screw things up and cause comets and meteors to shower Earth and other targets with enough force to cause catastrophic reactions.  The sort of thing which bodes unwell both for you and your pet hamster.

This reminds me of Microsoft, progressing directly from the Windows 8 operating system to Windows 10, having stopped nowhere along the way to create a Windows 9.  One wonders, does nature abhor a numbered computer operating system vacuum?  Will something need to fill that empty space?

As for the sad story of poor, cold, demoted Pluto, its numeral forfeiture accounted for by the assumption that Planet X might easily assume a ninth spot in the solar system:  Should some predictions ring true, replacement conqueror Number Nine, like a home invader in the night, will eventually return to pillage planetary structures, while effortlessly extinguishing lives.

And yet, neither Sitchin nor Velikovsky will so much as bother to spin in  the fragmented remnants of their  graves.

Transgendered in the Can:   I like all kinds of music, but I never for a second thought Bruce Springsteen could sing a note, and since his career is pretty much seasoned out anyway, I guess it's only natural that he had to speak out to maintain some kind of relevance.  Um, not that the old guy writing this blog isn't in the same position.  However, enough about me. . .so ol' Bruce cancels a concert in North Carolina because he doesn't like the new laws regarding LGBT folk.  Feel good, Bruce?  And your fans, relieved of their dollars to attend an overpriced, nevertheless promised concert, victims of Springsteen's whim -- do they feel good? 

As for transgendered people insistent upon using bathroom facilities based upon their impression of self-gender, rather than physical birth gender, may we suggest that the first time a young child is sexually accosted by a man or woman only pretending to be transgendered in a public restroom, each and every legislator throughout the land who went along with this bathroom idiocy be sued to the gills.  We surely thirst not for an abundance of lawyers sitting idly on their hands in this nation, waiting for something useful to do.

Child abuse further defined:  University professors who fail to make students think, and instead spend classroom hours funneling wildly progressive thoughts and other national poison into hungry young brains are a disgrace.  While it's encouraging to see that tax-free university "endowments" which do little more than vegetate and reproduce themselves in the bank with only some or no benefit whatsoever to students are now being questioned, one may also suggest that it's high time to weed out college courses of dubious intellectual worth, such as this "studies" or that "studies."  But if students feel comfy taking courses which tend mainly to foster hatred by one group toward another, I guess that's what makes some folks happy.  Or are those called diversity classes?

Ted Cruz is right:  New Yorkers of firm mental capacity know exactly what Cruz meant about "New York values," and in no fashion was he condemning the person on the street.  He acknowledged in his own way that the state is lorded over by a governor and legislature whom one could almost swear bathe daily in fascism's waters.  Wha's up? Governor Andrew Cuomo, Democrat and megalomaniac presidential wannabe who couldn't be elected sun watcher without votes from millions of far-left NY City zombies, expressed his idiot-ology months ago when he declared publicly that there was no room in NY for conservatives, whom he labeled extreme.  Add the communist lovin' mayor of NY City and the far-left views of Sen. Schumer, and one gets the picture about NY State.  In no way did Ted Cruz intend to insult the people of New York, only its corrupt leadership and iron-fisted clampdown of citizens' freedoms.  Forget all the expensive and fancy TV commercials extolling some exotic "rebirth" of NY business -- people with sense continue to bail out of the progressives' poisoned state as fast as they can leave.  Cruz was just the reminder.

A smattering of protestors at Dartmouth  U. convinced the Library of Congress to no longer use the term, illegal aliens, opting instead for something prettier and less suggestive of the truth.  Talk about putting lipstick on a pig!  The tragedy here is that librarians, notoriously respectful of word definitions, let this happen in the American people's national library.

Egotists with law degrees go crazy:  Some 16 state attorneys-general are on the warpath for companies who deny the slippery pseudo-science of climate change (of the man-made variety particularly, we assume), looking to sue them into silence and submission.  Al Gore's busy little hands are involved with this thuggery, as seem to be those of Eric Holder wannabe, Loretta Lynch.  Meanwhile, the bitter chill of global warming has just exited  Northeast and mid-Atlantic regions of the United States, and we shudder to think what horrors the usual suspect alarmists will conjure as the spring and summer sun makes its routine presence known.

Legend of the "Panama Papers."  Funny how members of the leftist media and political class have rushed to say, see?  The rich and powerful hide their money and must be stopped!  Trouble is, most of the names revealed so far are mostly socialist dictators, politicians and the like, hardly just innocent businessmen and corporate leaders.  Now, suggestions that the CIA was involved in releasing names have surfaced.

Ah yes, the purity of using solar and wind energy across the land. . .despite the established fact that wind turbines and solar panels cut and burn many thousands of birds to death regularly.  This isn't technology, it's raw barbarism.

Texting while driving has increased greatly, despite efforts to curb the practice.  Why?  For one thing, people are tired of exposure to law after law after law.  Even the best legislation suffers when it's continuously piled on by those who bury us in unending stacks of threats and warnings.

"I want to drink your blood" remains the sentence I want legislated so every refugee arriving on our shores will need to speak these words into a recording device.  Then, once a year, we'll have a contest where citizen judges will determine voice winners best suited for a Dracula movie.  Why?  Just in case.

Zika peekaboo:  Government health officials declare the Zika virus "scarier" than they thought.  Watch out, ladies, if you become pregnant the men in your lives may well try to lock you up in the cellar for nine (didn't we start today's blog entry with this numeral?) months so's no mosquitos will threaten womb contents.  Bonus:  With official announcements that Zika is now the new ghost in the national haunted house, maybe a few less male organs will risk hooking up with female organs to produce offspring which ultimately nobody wants.  We love the do-gooders whose lives center around assuring a plethora of childbirth, but then expect somebody else to pay for this process from start to finish.  How many sad, mistreated and discarded street children do these folks want?

Political parties:  Their time and reason for existence has expired.  If only those dependent upon living a life of luxury in their midst would 'fess up and admit it. Should there be a country in need of saving here, neither the GOP nor the Democrat progressives can provide little more than a band-aid and worthless promises.

Thursday, March 31, 2016

Bits and Pieces for March 2016



 
Donald Trump, shape-shifter:  If his dramatic and quick turnaround on the abortion issue wasn't crazy enough, imagine him ordering the firing of a nuke -- if he knows what that is -- somewhere on the planet, and then saying 10 minutes later, oops, never mind.  This guy may be great at running a business, but is he destined to give our country the business as president?  There's a load of disturbance piling up around Trump the candidate, cute and sassy though his banter may often be, but derailment of the Trump train starts to look plausible, maybe inevitable.

Should Trump flame out on the campaign trail and lose to Ted Cruz, I wonder if he would be impertinent enough to insist he was intent upon passing the torch all the time and never really wanted to be president?

A consistently gaffe-spoken candidate who offers a bonus of threatening lawsuits whenever life or media comments fail to satisfy him may not be anywhere near what his supporters expect.  But that's a decision for them.

Tip of the Day:  Why don't you conservative candidates just leave women's reproductive issues the hell alone?  However you twist the subject, their bodies are not yours, and just as most of us prefer not to live under Sharia law, nor should women and their decisions on abortion be placed under politically conservative thumbscrews.  Sorry boys, but if you think you're getting a fast track to Heaven by attempting to own and manage the very physiology of females, I think you're more misguided than you know.  Leave the ladies alone with their choices and instead take care when and where you use your prized penises.

Battle of the radio talk show hosts:  As the New York Times aptly laid out earlier this week, national radio talk show hosts of a conservative bent are going bonkers over current presidential campaign intrigue.  Most noticeably, Glenn Beck is firm for Ted Cruz, while Michael Savage is hot for Donald Trump, a frequent guest on his program.  I do believe that Savage has been patently disingenuous regarding Cruz, of whom he raises the question, why won't Cruz appear on his show?  The answer, Michael, is easy to come by -- for months you have done nothing but ridicule and condemn Cruz, even making up absurd images, such as asking the Savage audience if Cruz's looks give him the appearance of a vampire.  Were I Ted Cruz, I, too, would avoid you like a pregnant woman avoiding the Zika virus because (1) such comments were not intended as innocent humor and (2) you're so in the bag for Trump now that you couldn't escape through a 10-foot hole, so deny what you will.

Black  lives  presidents matter:  Someday, depending upon whether there's still a recognizable United States, we'll have another black president, a man or woman so great that history will all but forget Obama and perhaps embrace "the next" as actually the first black prez, Obama having exited only as a non-presidential constitutional adversary installed by clueless voters as a fraud and a cruel joke.

Speaking of our Marxist-in-chief:  This two-term con job seems dedicated to bringing in another 100,000 Syrian refugees of personal mystery this year.  Far as I'm concerned, this unapologetic dolt of fractured intellect continues to play Russian roulette with our lives.  Surely, one day, the words Obama and federal prison might experience a long-lasting marriage, the product of real justice, not social justice.

We were rather tickled a few days ago when Obama spoke before a collection of media folk and lapsed into what he always does best -- scolding them for not doing their jobs to his perfection.  This fool consistently lectures others on what he considers their failures, while he simultaneously refuses to consider what a pile of dog crap his own administration's heritage will leave.  It's no wonder this administration, originally guaranteed to be the most open ever, quickly became a journalist's nightmare and bastion of secrecy.  We suspect you won't find better candidates for prison life and enormous fines than certain key administration personnel who made this happen.

Self-driving automobiles:  Hey, great idea.  Because they're supposed to be ever so safe on the highway, it only seems right that parents will no longer need to secure their kids in those annoying car seats.  After all, when our government and the industry with which it travels hand-in-hand promises safety, how can we not believe the assurances?

Words, just words:   This week we paid special attention to the fact that Donald Trump's pal, owner of the National Enquirer, is named David J. Pecker.  That reminded me, back in my Air Force medical corpsman (or as Obama pronounces it, corpse-man) days, hospitalized airmen routinely referred to us as "pecker checkers."  And as long as we're being crass today, ladies, I haven't forgotten you -- the service caps (the ones you can fold flat) we wore on our heads were, and probably still are, unless communist diversity classes banned offensive speech, called "cu** caps."  Oh c'mon, you know all the words, no need for me to be that explicit.

Reason no. 1,482 why I will never be on Facebook:  Mark Zuckerberg wants to solve the Islamic problem by spreading love around the world.  Wow, imagine that -- love mixed with Sharia law.  Best you'll get? Black-hooded executioners whisper sweet nothings just before lopping off a head.  Mark, sweetie -- with this attitude about the world, all you're gonna build is Faceless & Headless Book, and I don't intend to become a member.  You can just go. . .um. . .go love yourself.

Thursday, March 24, 2016

Tommy Kirk: Born too Early



Ultra-conservative readers might want to tune out today, because I don't want to be held responsible for certain people dying when they swallow their tongues from shock.  That's right, today we're returning to a subject we visit on occasion -- we're going gay.  Forsooth!

A few days ago, tripping across TV channels, I happened upon an older, un-watchable movie whose title I can't even remember now, thank god. Nevertheless, I did notice an adult actor who looked familiar, yet I couldn't place the face.  Curiosity forced me to wait for the end credits, and it didn't take long for a familiar name to flash by:  Tommy Kirk.  Then I remembered.

Most kids growing up in the fifties and early sixties would know his name, for Tommy Kirk (born in 1941 and off to an acting career by age 13) appeared in a number of family-oriented movies produced by the Walt Disney studios.  Described as "scrappy," personable and photographically engaging, Kirk the kid must have served as a tremendous boon to Disney bank accounts.

As is my frequent practice when I see a name from my TV or movie-watching past, I brought up Kirk's name at the International Movie Data Base, which you can see here: 
http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0456565/?ref_=nv_sr_1

Though expecting that Kirk's private life as a teenager might have been difficult -- a fate befalling many a young actor and actress in years gone by -- I was taken by surprise when I read details provided by both mini-biographer Gary Brumburgh and Kirk himself.  I had no idea that Kirk's career came crashing down at age 21 when Disney and Hollywood in general discovered he was gay, his status having been revealed when he was found to be having a sexual affair with a 15-year-old boy he met at a public pool.

Now, I realize there are laws -- but I also realize that back "then" there were newsstands and magazines making a good living off photos of naked young boys and girls -- AND local and state governments benefited from what must have been a treasure trove of taxes.  It's the money, not the morality.

The only reason I'm focusing upon Tommy Kirk here is the fact that the Disney folks made a business decision to reflect the times, and those times demanded that any actor who came out of the closet was perceived as instant poison to the motion picture industry - though, obviously (yes, OBVIOUSLY) even in those years homosexuals were hardly insignificant to the movie biz, as long as they remained anonymous, gay-wise.  Yes, I know, being 21 and caught with a 15-year-old of similar gender didn't help Kirk, either -- but the man/boy relationship thing is another subject in itself, and we aren't going there today.  By the way, can you say helo-o-o-o-o-o, Rock Hudson?

The point is, here we are and it's 2016, and I kinda think that to get a job with the new Disney studios and their affiliates, being gay is one fine selling point -- maybe it's almost mandatory!

Tommy Kirk, by his own admission, made some exceptionally bad films as post-coming out years passed, and finally gave up on movies, having embraced drugs and almost dying from an overdose on one or two occasions.  We're glad that he eventually cleaned up his life and went into business for himself -- but, darn Tom, you should have been born a few years later.  Hollywood would have loved you for yourself, not merely as a movie reviewer's pressbook icon.