Tuesday, December 27, 2016
2016 approaches its end, though we hasten to add that, in terms of the allegedly timeless universe, this measurement of time as we know it means nothing. But that's okay -- you can still go to the New Year's Eve party, drink and fall in love with your future worst nightmare. So much for optimism. . .
Do rational folks still pledge allegiance to new year's resolutions? Do they make them even if they can't spell resolutions or even know what the word means?
I've no particular resolutions for 2017, because I'm pretty sure my socks were changed early in 2016. Or maybe it was 2015. Dunno, but I'll do it again just to make certain, thereby fulfilling the resolution quagmire.
At least one needn't make a resolution to rid the White House of its current occupant, that's already been achieved and the days grow shorter. Will Donald Trump be a great President? We don't know, but he might be a wonderful Chief Executive. Sorry, my optimism sometimes precedes caution.
President Obama, slowly deflating like an air mattress perched upon forest thorns, actually exercised "the audacity of hope" by professing a wild claim that, if able to run for a third term, the people would choose him again. Wow, he sounds just like an arrogant, abusive ex-husband who sits at a bar, insisting to other patrons that his ex made a mistake in rejecting him, and that she really wants him back. Too bad Obama will continue living in the Washington, DC area -- too bad for us, because we'll have to listen to his fantasies for years to come.
Had I bad-mouthed a sitting President when growing up, I may have expected swift discipline, but I have to say, this son of a bitch, right down to the bitter end, is doing everything he can to chop U.S. influence and national pride into little pieces. Should the GOP develop a spine this time around, and if Trump stays true to the country's needs, it's going to take one heck of a band-aid to heal the mess left behind by the Obama bunch.
They can start by restoring the bust of Winston Churchill to the White House, removed when Obama the Angry assumed Office.
As revelations continue to surface about the Obama-Democrat-Hillary machines, we were especially gratified (and not surprised) to learn it's now public knowledge that the Obama bunch fired a Dept. of Energy scientist who expressed serious misgivings about the "climate change" agenda constructed upon computerized crystal balls and false data, and there arose questions about obstructing a congressional investigation -- and then a secretary caught up in this mess was also fired. Yes indeed, Obama's was the most open administration ever, wasn't it?
Trump, Putin and nukes: Unfortunately, even the mainstream media failed to realize the brilliance of Trump responding to Putin's assertion about enhancing Russia's nuclear weapons area. By consequently assuring "the world" that the USA will never be surpassed in nuclear capabilities, a clear message was sent to Putin and other players in the darkness, a message seemingly received and understood. Peace through strength, strange but true.
Israel and the United Nations: Will somebody please close this den of agenda-infested whores called the U.N. down? Israel was blind-sided with a vote which I cannot believe was not in some way orchestrated by the lovely operatives who populate the Obama bunch every day, despite protestations.
Not so tight: I worked in medicine long enough to wonder about the necktie's popularity. Every day you see them -- ties tightened to the point where one can barely speak without hoarseness. Ties fastened so tightly that faces above them turn red. These colorful accoutrements, to me, may look great, but they also tend to squeeze off the neck arteries and veins. Yes, for some, color and patterns are all the fashion. . .but so are strokes. Sorry, clothes horses of GQ and other advertisement avenues: The neck is a very important place, and still I await the day when a TV sponsor or magazine advertiser proclaims, "Our beautiful ties may be hazardous to your health."
George Michael makes his exit:
Let me tell you a secret
Put it in your heart and keep it
Something that I want you to know
Do something for me
Listen to my simple story
And maybe we'll have something to show
These lyrics step forth from a song George Michael wrote himself, a song he called Heal the Pain. He performed it in June, 1990, and it ended up in, perhaps, one of his lesser discussed albums, a CD collection entitled, Listen Without Prejudice. The release seems also notable for Michael coming out of the gay closet with no reservations, for on the CD are several obvious references to his own sexual identity and its ups and downs.
I know we're all supposed to divert our tears into the death today of actress Carrie Fisher, and she deserves the attention, but because I was never really a Star Wars fan, I prefer to divert to George Michael's legacy, and we now know that he contributed generously, more than generously, to numerous charities and medical research institutions (AIDS and cancer research, children's care, etc.). George Michael's ascension to pop stardom with a unique range of voice, his descent to the near-gutter and then back to a high place seemed almost miraculous. All in all, despite a very rocky road at times -- and we'll surely learn more in the days to come -- his life was worthwhile and he will, and should, be missed.
Readers: Despite the good, the bad and the mystery of it all, strive for a good 2017.
Wednesday, December 21, 2016
How painful it was to watch President Obama hold his final press conference (at least for 2016) Friday 12/16 as he attempted, with great difficulty and inordinate patches of blankness and silence, to contrive some alien legacy of success which he can only wish he had forged. He appeared rather angry or disturbed while choosing words of vacuous meaning. Again. The only legacy this hopelessly progressive fraud will be awarded by fair historians recording history as it unfolded is one of substantial ego, pseudo-intellectualism, weakness and failure. And frequently hosting performances by potty-mouthed "entertainment" folks whose presence does little but taint the White House hardly scores as a reason to document this inept chief executive as a national hero, for starters.
We just love watching the Obama bunch complain and agonize about presumed Russian hackers interfering with the elections, when these are the same folks who sent operatives to Israel, hoping to influence that nation's votes. On the same note, we are far from ready to dismiss Julian Assange, who claims no Russian involvement, while we also hear reports that the Democrats may have suffered from an "inside job" of hacking by one of their own supporters who rightfully thought Bernie Sanders was unfairly done in by the Hillary Clinton people.
Queen Hil', meanwhile, appears to blame both the Russians and FBI director James Comey for her loss. We don't know about the Russians, but if Comey's nationally broadcast TV presentation had any bearing on the country dodging a Hillary Clinton bullet, give this man the Medal of Freedom. Well done, sir!
Still, crybaby variety Democrats do what they always do when elections are lost -- they scream, they protest, they childishly whine, they accuse, they engage in tantrums for the news cameras -- and the most dedicated anarchists and socialists among them do violent things. Never let a good crisis go to waste -- remember that one? Why is it that these sad losers, who never, ever blame themselves for their predicaments, actually believe that Democrats are destined to rule in a one-party fantasy system forever? We might suggest they "grow up," but it's quite obvious and unfortunate that they have little capacity to do so. When it comes to national maps showing zilch support for their progressive nonsense pretty much everywhere between California and New York, this fact remains somehow irrelevant. Banging one's head against a USA/Mexico Trump wall is about as effective as making evidence contrary to their own errors count with this bunch. The current mix of shock-ridden Democrats, unwilling to acknowledge the crushing beat-down of their own party for perhaps decades to come, reminds one of angry family members attending a funeral, sniping at and crabbing about the deceased, but unable to amend their situation because, try as they might, they can't revive the dearly departed's corpse.
Obama, Clinton, Pelosi, Reid and so many party clingers of lesser station are merely elected squatters who spent plenty of time embracing party longevity, all the while enhancing their personal fortunes, but laws not so much. And look at Democrat responses to the Electoral College! Threats of violence, even death, directed toward the electors continue to the end, instigated by party faithfuls who have truly become (or always were) dangerous lunatics. What happened to reasonable Democrats? Gone, gone, gone.
What next? Now that Kanye supposedly had an emotional fix-up, I would surmise him as ineligible for the full presidency, just like the last Democratic V-P candidate who burst forward with mental institution inmate credentials. This probably means that, even as this is typed out on a keyboard with neither mercy nor comprehension, the Democrats are mulling over Tom Hanks, Will Smith and a number of entertainers for next time around in four years. They must -- unless the Democrats can find an entertainer with popular appeal, they have nothing else to offer, nothing to hide the empty suit and aimless calling card their party has become. Yes, the celebrity factor shall be their calling card following Trump's first four years. Nothing titillates like glitter without substance. A little singing here, a little dancing there, and what do we have? The same old song and dance.
Welcome back, Donna Brazile: Ah yes, so heartening it is to watch the return of ABC-TV's favorite Sunday morning political matron and DNC Chair Donna Brazile. We ponder, however, whether she personally provides George Staphylococcus (thanks to Dr. Michael Savage for that apt name) the questions intended for her own response?
China grabs our stuff: Oh, how we wish our outgoing cop-hating president wasn't diplomatic to the point of probably wearing pink panties when engaging the Chinese. When I'm president of the world, every underwater drone we launch in international waters will be self-detonation capable, and when uninvited foreign hands (China, hint, hint) apprehend one, an appropriate bomb will blow -- perhaps a super-glue explosive destined to mess up one's pretty boat, or how about a dog feces bomb (hey, it works in burning paper bags on porches at Halloween. . .)? Something to leave a lasting impression on the captors. The Obama bunch? I suppose it is (sigh. . .) beyond expectation to expect one criminal administration to punish another.
Speaking of punishment. . .Wow, you folks in Germany really need to arrest Angela Merkel and try her for importing the radical Islam Trojan Horse, though you might take things a tad further and charge her with war crimes against her own country. She, Obama and a host of other national "leaders" who systematically condemn their nations to identity death by welcoming an invasion of people who will conquer, but never assimilate, engage in some form of treason, of criminality, of detached cultural homicide against the population they swear to serve. This is deadly serious stuff.
Your brain on gestation: A new study suggests that women's brains change dramatically while pregnancy takes its course, probably aiding in proper womb nurturing of the growing fetus and then baby care This somehow reminds me of a study we've mentioned previously regarding how weird cat germs invade human and prey (e.g., mouse) brains, causing the recipient to do what the cat desires. In terms of mice, something about contact with cat urine causes the critters to stick around and peculiarly wait for a pouncing feline. The lesson here: Don't be a rodent if you can help it, and never play in the litter box.
Readers: I'm experiencing computer problems where I do the actual writing and am not sure about the frequency of future entries, at least in the short term -- and, of course, there's the weather. Have a nice 2017!
Tuesday, December 13, 2016
Maybe it's just me, but witnessing Hillary Clinton and Brian Williams complaining about "fake news" is like watching a bedbug protesting about a bedbug infestation in its favorite easy chair.
How exactly do we get phony news we can feel good about? Could be it started way back in the late seventies, eighties, nineties and beyond, when prospective college journalists began relying more on the glitter of televised news, all prettied up, than placing their attention upon the grit and labor of newspaper-style journalism -- and the labors of reading books -- for assumimg a respected profession. Yes, the college "TV babies" grew up, more often than not latching upon the glamour of leftist "news" reporting.
Electronic media of the computer variety now ranks as king, surpassing the telling rust of traditional TV networks, and anything coming down the digital pipeline will have an audience, facts or no facts.
Nevertheless, watch closely and you'll see that it's the progressives who howl the loudest for government to "do something" about fake news, as they tend to overlook the established fact that freedom of speech in the USA protects even the most fake of fake news. Can't be having that in a democratic republic. Nope, news must be managed and approved to meet the agendas of governing masters, to hell with the people.
Who wasn't fake news? John Glenn, former astronaut, Marine and public servant to the end. Way back, the Democrats really should have offered more substantial support for a Glenn presidential run, a far cry from the profound disappointments called Barack Obama and Hillary Clinton.
Thoughts of the original U.S. astronaut class always brings me to thoughts of the book, We Seven, in which (deeply within) astronaut Scott Carpenter is quoted regarding UFOs. Check the Internet for more on that.
Who else isn't fake news? Rep. Keith Ellison of the Muslim faith, likely to become new head of the DNC. Are you kidding? Ellison, friend of the beyond-radical Louis Farrakhan, is apparently what he is, no faking there, and if that's who the DNC desires to head up their increasingly radical -- and effete -- organization, we can just imagine the public image of a face-lifted Democrat National Committee.
What isn't fake news today? Newly acquired radiation samples from the ocean near Oregon indicate that the tsunami mommy's devastation of Japan's Fukushima nuclear power plant is finally making the results known on our shores. OF COURSE, we are assured by experts with profoundly prestigious university degrees, radiation levels are low and there's nothing to see there. Just how great a bargain can we find when buying Fukushima fish these days? Sing it, Barnes and Barnes (Billy Mumy being half of the group), sing it: "Fish heads, fish heads, eat them up, yum!"
Farts and loathing in California: Gov. Jerry Brown wants dairy farmers in his state -- and everywhere else, the dream of every whacked leftist ever born -- to reduce methane among the herds by capturing cow gas and even nutrient-rich manure for conversion through expensive "methane digesters." This insanity will only drive more farmers out of California, and they will, of course, take with them the wonderful cow manure upon which farms traditionally have relied to grow food crops beyond compare for quality.
We don't know what Donald Trump will do after he takes the oath, but anything which can take environmental legislation out of the hands of lunatics and progressives with an agenda, and implement fair and sane decisions, will be welcome.
Meanwhile, we learn that giraffes are endangered and may well disappear from the Earth in just a few years, victims of deforestation and the desire among African royalty to kill them merely for their tails. Apparently, nothing says "I'm special" like a giraffe tail hanging in your palatial hut.
I may dwell in geezer land now, but having a few years behind you makes one see things a lot differently than during one's youth -- and my position is plainly that there's only one entity on this planet who would face extinction sooner, rather than later, before everything's gone. Yes, I think the climate change religion people are pretty much bat-poop nuts, but forces one can easily observe right in front of our eyes can be dealt with reliably. Ya wanna do everything good for the environment? Stop making so many babies. It's as simple and as necessary as that. To do otherwise continues a process of eating ourselves and everything else alive, and we aren't going to cure or mask growing conservation problems in any other way, no matter what's cooked up by the experts. At this point? I'll take cow farts over human reproduction any day of the week!
Good luck with creating jobs, Donald Trump: Some predict that automation will eliminate up to fifty percent of current jobs in the U.S. The argument is that robots don't get sick, they don't take vacations and (unspoken) they don't become pregnant. Sounds good - except where they take over and kill management and all the other humans still fortunate enough to have jobs, because that's what robots do. Even (sigh. . .) the future breeds complications.
John Podesta, the (used to be?) great white hope of UFO "disclosure" enthusiasts throughout the land of hope and change may have been cut off from the mainstream as thoroughly as Queen Hil', but he's not down and out yet, concerned as he is now about Russian interference in the elections -- and perhaps the need to make sure both the Electoral College and Trump look suspicious and without credibility. Meanwhile, the UFO issue holds about as much concern for the public right now as Jerry Brown's cow farts (which probably. . .sigh. . .actually hold more interest, when one counts the totally and irretrievably gullible).
Monday, December 5, 2016
(Readers: The winter season always presents obstacles when I need to access the Internet, so if new blog entries go missing for days -- or even weeks, which is not unlikely -- at a time, I'll thank you for your understanding. – robert)
Christmas this year serves also as a harbinger of a gift from the unknown: President Donald Trump. A refreshingly welcome kind of political animal coming to town soon after Santa Claus departs? We hope so. Will Santa Trump bring along the same old listless GOP do-nothing bag of go-along-to-get-along gifts cherished routinely by Democrats, who almost always get their radical Christmas wishes fulfilled? We hope not.
Nevertheless, the Democrats are apparently intent upon giving the GOP perhaps the best Christmas season political presents ever. Yep, even as electoral maps show the Dems crumbling everywhere except, predictably, on the East and West coasts, dedicated bastions of lunatic fantasy, its stalwart cheerleaders gifted the country with a few more years of Rep. Nancy Pelosi as House minority leader. Never mind that the millennial population could not care less about the meanderings of a congressional dinosaur who has absolutely nothing in common with them – the absurd decision among the Dems to ignore the future by attempting to maintain a “safe space” with a politician whose time has clearly come and gone is simply amazing.
Spectacular Christmas present number two arrives in a colorfully decorated gift box containing Rep. Keith Ellison, current hopeful to lead the Democrat National Committee. Ellison is a Muslim, said to have interesting connections with the Islamic community, and while we don't yet know what this involves, the DNC seems very lap-doggish about inviting him into the leadership position. This bizarre little maneuver – hardly surprising, as the Democrat Party has long been magnetized by every radical and loony influence in the known universe – may find its wheels coming off if the U.S. relationship with or tolerance of the Muslim Brotherhood – almost destined to be declared an unindicted co-conspirator of terror by Trump – goes away fast. But, hey, go ahead and promote Ellison and make our day. The more, the merrier! The GOP should love unwrapping these kinds of presents.
Democrat gift-endowment number three comes in the form of Sen. Charles “Chuck” Schumer of NY, selected to become the Senate minority leader. The best, most “giving season” thing about Schumer is that he is not Harry Reid, the departing nightmare senator who, like so many others, became fabulously wealthy during all those years “serving.” Actually, there are reasons to respect and hope for good thing from Schumer. . .but we'll see. Oh – he's also a cousin of actress Amy Schumer, which certainly adds no enhancement for me. We dislike thinking of Hollywood and its scripted, pampered, and politically active moron-geniuses who welcome in the human detritus that we, but not they, have to live with.
Warning! Al Gore has returned, meeting with the Trumps, claiming to have had a good session regarding climate change. If Trump invites this messenger of contrived doom to play an active part in his administration, my head may experience extreme internal global warming and explode.
Fidel Castro is still dead. Good.
China angered over a phone call. The Chinese commies were most distressed by a congratulatory phone call made to Trump by Taiwan's president. Too bad they aren't just as angry over coral destruction imposed upon the ocean as they continue to build their phony islands in the South China Sea.
Fire and death in Oakland, California: The consequences of the do-your-own-thing culture which extends to the point of allowing cities ruled under progressive dominance to become anything squatters and other undesirables want. Basically, that means squalor and unkempt potential gardens of death.
Cold and ice in North Dakota: The Indians don't want a pipeline maneuvering under their water source and they apparently gained lots of support, including military veterans from all over the country, willing to freeze solid in harmony with the spirit of the situation. When Trump assumes office, he would do well to listen to these folks and take their concerns to heart. President Trump's strengths must not include running ever American hearts and minds with a personal bulldozer at every turn.
Billions of dollars more requested by Obama for refugee resettlement: Right to the very end, our favorite Marxist plans to screw American taxpayers, forced to pay welfare costs for America-hating invaders of his choosing. The only power we have is to phone members of Congress immediately and tell them not to release further funding for this theft of the taxpayers' hard-earned money.