Tuesday, May 2, 2017

"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."