Bits and Pieces for May 2017

Well, if there's no cockroach in this slice of pie, maybe the best thing to do is to check the next piece, and then the next -- and check until the whole damned pie isn't even recognizable.  Too bad, because that looked like an exquisitely tasty pie at first.  What to do?  Locate more pies and continue the roach search.

While overzealous members of society are out there demanding that President Trump be removed from Office because they desperately hope he qualifies as insane, surely rational minds have noticed the non-stop media frenzy dedicated to finding progressively more damning evidence to build a case against he and his administration.  A flawed media, however, stands particularly flawed because its members began this trek long before Trump even entered the White House as prez.  The agenda to protect both the press's nourishing political roots and the Democrat Party via a methodical takedown of a sitting President has rarely been more obvious in recent times.

News reporting has been replaced by obsession, and that's a hell of a way to run a media operation.  No matter what "evidence" of misbehavior comes to light -- and then falls flat on its face -- the press demands more and more, choosing sensational rumor and hearsay over established fact leading to criminal behavior.  Bigger and better, the search continues, even when based upon ribbons of sand.  Maybe they need more pies.

Forget about heroin and forget about cocaine.  The media drug of choice has morphed into manic speculation and tatters of often questionable details regarding Trump and his family.  Should the Washington journalist mob grab something substantially noteworthy at last, it will only mean that even a stopped clock is correct twice a day.  What? Well, if it's true that a million monkeys with a million typewriters will eventually write a great novel, given enough time, a million media members with nothing but time on their hands will eventually find something of interest.  As we've seen, some fragments of the media -- or of A media -- are already pretty good at creating a story.  What news sources and "Russia did it with Trump's help" screamers are going to have egg all over their faces if the truth settles out and we discover there's very little out there to suggest impeachment or crazy in the White House?

Do we ultimately wish to make Russia a bitter enemy?  Kushner?  I think his major sin for the media is that he dares to be a member of Trump's family.

For the record, we seem to recall that President John F. Kennedy did a "back channel" communication with the-then Soviet government regarding the Cuban missile crisis.  And of course, as some insist today, JFK wouldn't be progressive enough to even qualify as a Democrat in 2017.

Of remarkable absence, however, remains the mainstream media's resounding failure to take Barack Obama to task for anything he perpetrated upon the American people, perhaps fearful that their paper hero might enjoy the potential in court to warm a prison seat after all.  Now that we've apparently had confirmation that he KNOWINGLY allowed brutal MS-13 gang members into the U.S. indiscriminately -- now dispersed throughout the country -- we ask, what's a better occasion to haul the former President before judge and jury?  The man did take an oath, you know.

We don't know what influence Putin had on the elections (other than nothing), but the press cared nothing about Obama's blatant attempt to interfere in Israel's elections last time around.  Didn't he actually send people to assist?  A prison cell waits eternally.

Trump's trip:  Even skeptics might agree that his journey out of the U.S. was a success.  We do hope he rejects the Paris human-caused climate change accord, which we still believe is based upon unsettled science.  Surely, "cool" minds look upon that scam as an economic disaster for the United States. 

Germany's Angela Merkel, evidently upset with the meeting she had with Trump, can simply go to hell.  She has already inundated Germany with terrorists, should be in prison for that alone, and we wouldn't be surprised if she longs for the days when she might rule the old East Germany with a fist of steel.

British Airways experiences the future:  So. . .BA says the system went bonkers because of (1) a power failure and (2) older computer equipment in need of an upgrade?  Hmm.  If computers periodically require a new fix, doesn't that insure a wave of breakdowns far into the future?  I'm not sure I would like to be on the way to another planet, millions of miles away from Earth, when a blue screen of death or something worse materializes.  Or dematerializes.  Flying?  No wonder it's still the safest way to go -- you're grounded.

60 Minutes touches upon The Forbidden:  The iconic news program's interview with wealthy space enthusiast and real estate developer Robert Bigelow entered "wow" territory" this week, when Lara Logan actually broached Bigelow's interest in UFOs.  Bigelow himself later disclosed that the show cut out some of his comments, but they did leave in enough to portray his sobriety regarding UFOs.  My complaint -- Lara Logan seemed a tad smug about the UFO issue, at least by facial expression.  But, after all, this was 60 Minutes and the program's UFO reportage until now, if I'm correct, totals zero minutes.  Sometimes, we appreciatively take what we can get.

Head shot:  Kathy Griffin's attempt at comedy by holding a mock-up of Trump's severed head was doomed to fail from the start -- but it did serve as a rather extreme way to show what the political left is all about.  If they can't have their way, it's their custom to go for the jugular -- and the head.

Painting Thin Air With a New Brush

I was thinking back to, when was it, the mid-eighties when (deceased) actor Dennis Weaver, who played Chester in TV's "Gunsmoke" and later went on to success as "McCloud" in a TV series of the same title, did something unique to the Hollywood crowd.  Weaver, along with his son, initiated a phone number for UFO witnesses to report their sightings.  Whatever year this was, -- and I'm, as usual, writing this without benefit of the Internet -- I believe it coincided with abundant UFO reporting in the U.S. and abroad.

It wasn't uncommon for TV and movie celebrities to come forth with alleged UFO experiences, and the trend certainly continues today, but at the time I think a lot of folks were surprised to learn that Dennis Weaver's interest in the phenomenon would burst forth with such boldness, a personal concern which drove he and his son to ponying up the money for a telephone access line (and, mind you, we're talking about an era when anything relating to long distance phone calls was outrageously expensive).  I think, too, that callers to a special message hotline needed to pay something to help defer costs.

Frankly, I don't know what transpired with the Weavers' valiant effort as years progressed, but I only bring this up to emphasize that celebrities, like other people, have their UFO stories to tell, too -- and sometimes they do more than just make mention of an odd incident.

Which brings us to Tom DeLonge, the co-founder of the famous rock group Blink 182.  You can read elsewhere about his long-term interest in UFOs, but apparently he plans to do something about it, and his project will be mighty costly.  Involving scientists, military and other knowledgeables with whom he stays in touch, DeLonge has big plans for getting The Truth out to the public.

Among his contacts over time included John, The Great God Podesta, a Bill and Hillary Clinton buddy whose own UFO interest is already legend.

We wish these folks the best, but I must say, if you have followed the UFO chameleon as long as I, you'll surely recall one disappointing climax of non-UFO intrigue after another.

Nevertheless, Tom DeLonge, if I might make a request?  Please, hurry up and get everything out there at last, because many of us who have stuck by the UFO issue as writers, researchers and investigators for decades are already dead, with more on the way out.  We just wanna know, if it's not too much trouble.

Return to the Well-Trampled Waiting Room Floor

"Manchester, England, England,
across the Atlantic Sea. . ."

These lyrics, nonsensical to a modern population unfamiliar with the 1968 New York stage musical, "Hair," take us back to less
cluttered times and thoughts of a carefree Manchester, England. 

But less clutter and carefree are no more.

We realize that most of the world's Muslims are fine people, but when it comes to the hardcore Islamists who simply fail to progress with the passing centuries and blindly insist upon submission, conversion, blood, the sword -- and the bomb -- when concentrating upon people who don't follow their religion, we entertain no patience.

We predict that drones carrying explosives will be a favored tactic among the determined in months ahead, a logical assumption requiring no particular insight.  The bag of tricks shared among cowards in hiding remains bountiful.

So now what?  So now nothing.  The show must go on.

In the meantime, our condolences to Manchester and Great Britain.

The Agenda in Living Digital Color

Sunday's Sixty Minutes on CBS-TV re-explored the issue of illegal aliens, and we offer no thanks to them for helping push the agenda.  How difficult is it for the media to accept that there must exist great penalties -- deportation high among them -- for sneaking into the United States?  The current media love theme appears to emphasize women who cross the border, make babies (where's daddy?) and then scream and cry like hell when their presence is discovered and they face the old heave-ho.

We hope Trump and his team continue to take border violations seriously -- a distinct departure from the naked disregard about illegals exhibited by the Obama administration, whose operatives should still be held criminally responsible, in our opinion.  Unfortunately, we already observe rips in the fabric of established law in the name of "compassion" for illegal persons who either play dumb or melt into a puddle of teardrops in the presence of media cameras and microphones.  As far as big media and the industrial interests they cater to are concerned, the nation's invaders are good as gold. Real Americans outraged over footing the bill for illegals via taxes, on the other hand -- not to mention the vicious drug crime element --  are expected to just shut up and take it.

Trump and Russia:  So far, seems to me the main Russia connection is the one involving Hillary's e-mails.  The Democrats seem terribly lonesome for a bone to chew, so I guess chewing the opposing party provides something with marrow.  Apparently a very, very long chewing process, by the way.

The Nutcracker:  Looks as though the President really is serious about expanding employment opportunities, having singled out former FBI director James Comey.  I wonder, does the position of "nut job" pay well?   And now much can one get paid on a "witch hunt?"   Hey, a job is a job. . .

Lookin' Handsome for the Ransom

Ransomware struck fear into the world's computer hearts this week, demonstrating once again how vulnerable even the supposedly least vulnerable are to hacks from anywhere.  North Korea?

It's not as if holding computers hostage with malware for bitcoin is much different than progressive government representatives holding taxpayers hostage in order to squander money on anything they wish. but the fact that computer bandits can conduct their shady business in relative anonymity removes a certain amount of dazzling brilliance from the digital world.  Yet, ahead we forge, making the computer, the robot, the very essence of artificial intelligence indispensable to our daily lives.  What's a massive global cyber-extortion attack among friends?

Make it stop.

Too late.

We suspect the fun's just beginning.  As part one of the planet's newest digital hostage attempt unfolded, international "experts" were quick to scratch their heads and almost beg for global mercy, explaining they've "never seen anything like this before."  How comforting to those who believe the computerized world runs with the accuracy of an atomic clock.

More Internet chaos to come?  Certainly. 

Charlie Fort, wherefore are thou?  Please, return from the dead and bring us the simplicity of fish-falls from the sky and the crackling warmth of spontaneous human combustion.  Deliver the good old days, long before agents of the electronic dark side were literally given the digital keys in order to cause seemingly mysterious car accidents or to bring down communication systems and electric grids.  Give me screaming, moaning, howling ghosts every night, instead of international madmen intent upon causing both the guilty and innocent to glow in the darkness of death and destruction.

Make it stop.

Too late.

Too late to scold the geniuses of Silicon Valley -- whom, by the way, know all too well the blame associated with their grave and unencumbered work -- as good people continue to mold a new fun-hell, despite smokey hints emanating from their own sober reservations.  Smart phones. Smart appliances.  Smart houses.  Smart office buildings.  Smart spying galore. Smart weapons.  Too smart for our own good, too smart to let it all go.


Artificial intelligence, like a symphonic masterpiece, may be the music guiding multiple starships in the near future.  Let's go to Mars, let's journey to Saturn, let us forage on to the stars until we find the new land -- nevertheless, perhaps destined to be a curiously familiar place.  Trouble is, one can't program that familiarity into A.I. in advance, so, assuming we return to our universal roots, the act of knowing would depend upon the human spirit and not upon something built with preconceived assumptions about carbon-based life and its origins.

An important concern is the rather obvious fact that freedom of choice is becoming an endangered species, thanks to computerization which allows choice only within the realms of A.I. approval.  Somehow, the perpetrators of artificial intelligence hooked up with purveyors of advertising who know how to sell and sell extraordinarily well.  Who doesn't feel useless and naked without a digital device close by?  Anybody who believes the computer's existence provides liberation and choice is wrong. It truly is the dominator spewing domination.

I'm tempted just to say we're "screwed" by computers -- but that would lead to a discussion of the exciting new world of virtual sex.  One can't even (sigh. . .) keep artificial intelligence out of a lexicon reference.

This week's computer lesson should, but won't, drive home a message often reflected in these blog pages -- that we need to back off from the digital magic and return to building things as independent and far-removed as possible from digital vegetation.

The search for a new FBI director:  Well, okay -- if I apply, can I work from home?  Do I get to wear J. Edgar Hoover's evening gowns while attending formal occasions, or during a hands-on pursuit of dangerous bank robbers?  Is parking free at Headquarters? Is it okay to keep some of the counterfeit money and plates from time to time -- you know, like for souvenirs?  May we spank suspects?  I have a lot of questions.

Speaking of. . .No, that really wasn't a very classy way to fire Comey, nor do the Democrats come off as champions for crying about it, since they disliked / liked Comey on an off-and-on basis themselves.

The Trump White House:   Good grief.  Despite all the crowds and dissension currently in force, it's worth keeping in mind that these folks hit the streets as soon as the elections ended, before Trump had a chance to make any changes.  Such behavior tends to dismiss most of the "rage" observed and/or feigned in ongoing protests afterwards..  The media and other accommodating lefties seem intent upon doing everything possible to bring this President down.  So what's new?  Besides, the way things are going this week, unless numerous problems are solved quickly, he may not require much help from the drooling, slobbering media or anybody else.

North Korea:  Another day, another missile, another day closer.

Glue Gun Follies of 2017

Black Lives Matter Department, Hamilton NY:  Shouldn't we expect more out of an institution of higher learning which shares its name with a toothpaste?

Last week, Colgate University received a warning from a student allegedly witnessing a black man with a gun in his hand crossing campus.  Security personnel immediately dispatched an electronic order for everybody to lock down and remain inside as an urgent investigation began.

Subsequently, campus security and local police determined the supposed perpetrator with bad intentions was actually a black Colgate art student carrying a glue gun.

In more thoughtful times, when both common sense and a societal ability to dismiss things with laughter would have ended this event, the "gun" incident might have been forgotten so that campus life could go on to live another day.  But. . .no.

Instead, student activists (that is, in my opinion, a fungating cauldron of Democrats, communists, anarchists and fascists) took to the yards and, along with Colgate's apparently gelatin-like president, demanded action for "profiling" the suspect.  What it seems to come down to is that the campus chief of security was suspended while further investigation into "profiling" continued.

Evidently, the problem, as always, boiled down to diversity, as defined by those who use the very word to club others who aren't covered by said diversity into submission.  Yes, believe it or not -- and you really must believe it -- upset members of the student population and the president himself, appearing very much like a hair-trigger decision-maker who bends with specific racial winds, initiated the suspension action because one shall never dare issue descriptions of suspects using race or color.  Do I have that right?  I think so.  It's so demeaning to actually describe in detail any potential evil an innocent population might face, and to even entertain the thought of using a word denoting color to give law enforcement personnel a reason to do their work is so-o-o-o-o outrageous.

Here's my advice for the university president and radical or snowflake student activists:  Next time this happens, issue and accept no warnings.  Just continue with your lives as usual, as if nothing is happening.  Ignore it and it will go away.  Might end up with dozens of students dead in the streets or in their classrooms, but hey!  Small price to pay when one embraces one-sided "diversity" to conquer that nasty entity called profiling.

This idiocy is precisely how gun-free zones become a safe playground for those intent upon causing harm or death in quantity.  Next time, it may not be as simple as a misidentified glue gun -- but if security folk aren't even allowed to mention race or color in a lock-down warning message, it won't much matter, will it?  Never forget: Diversity in the wrong hands and minds can kill as efficiently as bullets.

The zombification of Obamacare:  Yep, this is what happens when Republicans kick conservative elements to the curb.  Less government and more insurance company responsibility should have been insisted upon.  Very little here echoes free market standards, and in the end get-along Republicans came out looking like worshippers at the Obama altar.  Maybe I shouldn't be so hard on the GOP, but they surely gave Democrats something to raise hell about when this thing reaches the U.S. Senate.  Events might go a tad better if senators' fists pound on desks, demanding the insurance industry competes across state lines, and do it as if their very corporations are on the line.  It's obviously no secret that lobbyists continue to pull puppet strings on this stage, a real fat shame for the American taxpayer who still ends up unfairly funding and has no voice in the health care quagmire.

Profiles in carnage of the spirit:  Democrats must really be anxious to whip up Obama's ill-fated legacy of crap into something incredible for his presidential library.  First, he gets a Nobel Peace Prize before even doing anything as he's elected President -- and now the Kennedy family, through magic or sleight-of-hand, or some fantasy process of which I'm unfamiliar, have bestowed upon Obama a Profiles in Courage Award. Perhaps I'm confused, but I simply had no clue that a former President could be honored and cherished for weakening a nation's influence internationally; for importing people intent upon killing fellow Americans with no questions asked; for causing the deaths of military personnel through the enforcement of milksop standards on the battlefield; for screwing the best health care system in the world; for causing racial tension almost to the breaking point via an absurd Dept. of Justice; for implementing elaborate systems to spy on all Americans, even as his White House administration became the most secretive ever -- in total opposition to promises made; and for killing off much of NASA, a decision which probably would have won him a kick in the butt from President John F. Kennedy himself.  No matter, got to scrub the truth out with bleach and make that Chicago library spotless.  It is hoped, nevertheless, that historians of repute will ignore the paint job and waiting political hand grenades shouting "racist!" and instead explore the unyielding blemishes underneath.

Of course, if those on the right can proceed with obliteration of the very memory of Obama's participation in the self-strangling Affordable Care Act, thus making B.O. irrelevant and soon forgotten, despite his own renewed efforts last week, that library won't have much to brag about, though we suspect there will be at least one public area dedicated to leftist community organizers everywhere.

Delta Airlines' homey atmosphere:  Personally, I still believe Dr. Doom, who exited a United Airlines flight in a rather dramatic way, was adult and educated enough to put his two feet on the floor and leave like a man, instead of insisting upon drag-and-drop-and bleed, all the while screaming like a wounded forest animal -- because he could have safely hooked up with more attorneys than United Airlines could buy afterwards.

However, Delta Airlines took the (toilet) cake for their people's display on a flight where it was demanded that a family remove their young kid from a seat and hold him on their laps during travel so an overbooked passenger could have the seat they already paid for -- and going so far as to threaten the parents with arrest and warnings that their children would be put in foster care if they failed to cooperate!  Hey, pssst, parents:  Maybe this is one case where you should have waited for 'em to drag you off the plane so you, too, could become lottery-style wealthy just like Dr. Doom via the generosity of United Airlines (and never forget to scream and bleed during the process).  Flying -- it's still the safest way to go.  So they say.

North Korea update:  Kim, still paranoid and hair style-deprived, smart as a kooky, not a cookie.  Probably wondering if he has any other siblings or relatives to kill with a nerve agent or hungry dogs.  Reports that he planned to show off his talents, not as a murderer, but as a hand-puppet comedian turned out to be false.  Blames America for an unsuccessful invisible assassination attempt which may or may not have substance -- but many fondly wish for future success during a pursuit of any such venture.

FBI Director fired by Trump:  Surprise of the day today.  Oh well, goodbye Mr. Comey.  In some ways, you're a national hero.  We repeat -- surely, a grateful nation appreciates what you did for us by helping in large or small steps to trip up Queen Hil' as she determinedly thought she was making her way to the nation-sacrificial altar.  You're definitely still my choice for a new Cabinet position:  Secretary of Mission Accomplished. 

"Yes, Master. . .Yes, Master. . .Yes. . ."

Remember those old zombie movies from the forties, where all the zombies gather in single file with arms outstretched, lumbering forward as they repeat, "Yes, master. . ." and they do the master's terrible bidding?

That's basically what the Republican House of Representatives did to President Trump's agenda with their new budget -- pretty much blindly and zombie-like condemning at least temporarily the very agenda he was elected to accomplish.  Do we smell Democrat zombie masters here?  Establishment masters?  Were I a diehard conservative who worked my butt off to get Trump elected, this is the moment I would be angrier than a de-clawed cat lounging about in a rodent hotel.

Press secretary Sean Spicer seemed to have a tangible explanation, however, blaming results on the previous Congress, which left an incomplete budget.  Fear not, cheerleader Spicer advises -- when the 2018 budget sees release, Trump's fingerprints and conservative input will be evident.  Still, conservatives wonder why the pungent political odor of stale Democrat, Obama & rat sandwich persists as the month of May commences.

Meanwhile. . .the nightly TV news shows continue to spend the first few minutes of almost every show finding fault with the Trump administration, a treatment the Obama bunch rarely received under the worst of circumstances.  Nice to know journo schools still peddle cookie-cutter education to pep up clone city TV.

"Orange" is the new hack:  Inevitably, hackers now hold brand new TV shows hostage for big money.  That reminds me - ever watch TV with the sound off?  Shows and commercials? News?  Everything looks so different when you take control and blot out half the fun.  Dramatic action suddenly seems phony and lame, news shows irrelevantly hyped, commercials annoying and silly, and comedy incomprehensible. Who would have thought what a breath of fresh air the mute button can be?

The Fyre Festival takes the Bahamas by storm. . .but not the way attendees anticipated.  They wanted Fyre but instead received the baptismal fire of elite disappointment.  Suppose somebody could get rich by selling slices of old cheese and sandwich remnants on the Net?  Not to worry, kids, there's apparently bigger and better next year -- um, depending upon how that pending class action lawsuit turns out.  Damned tort lawyers.

Revisiting the "March for Science:"  The University of Colorado's government-financed, $300,000 UFO "study" was a march for science, too -- until the whistle blew and the project's intent to reach a negative conclusion by fraud and default came to light.  The late Dr. J. Allen Hynek warned us that science is not always what scientists do.  Brings to mind the fractured "science" of human-caused climate change.  Hmm.  March on. . .

Ann Coulter on Mars:  Well, she may as well have gone there for her speaking engagement and skipped California altogether.  Looks like the only way you're going to get freedom of speech in this country before much longer is to go talk to yourself.

Down with people:  Back in the sixties a phenomenon called Up With People became popular, composed for some reason of clean-cut young people who liked to travel all over and sing and tell everybody how wonderful we all are.  Wow. 

I couldn't even avoid this nonsense during Air Force training in the sixties.  One day, airmen were told to report to a base movie theater, where, for reasons which remain beyond my comprehension -- though I suspect it involved military unity -- we were shown an Up With People film blended with an Air Force influence.  That is, a young man, apparently an actor, wearing an Air Force uniform with the rank of airman hosted this upbeat presentation of music and life-lifting words intended to. . .?  Worse, the fellow's name tag read NOBLE.  Yes, Airman Noble.  One feels a gag reflex coming on.

So, I guess Airman "Noble" was supposed to represent the best of the Air Force, and he did look great:  Clean, handsome, well-tailored uniform, fresh face, well-spoken.

Yet, among all the goodie-goodie, the singing and inspiration, I don't recall Airman Noble or the Up With People participants making a single mention of the fact that no matter how clean-shaven and tailored we are, it's still our job as military members to kill people and destroy things.

I assume Airman Noble went his way and Up With People theirs, and I hope that this ridiculous government-sponsored propaganda film disappeared forever.  Either we're going to have military personnel ready to keep peace through strength and death, or we're going to turn out more "snowflakes" currently inhabiting colleges and universities. 

Considering, by the way, all the mayhem occurring on campuses across the country, looks as though snowflakes, clueless faculty and administrators still don't comprehend a very important societal message, and the message isn't "up with people."