No Kings Performed by No Brains

As far more involved people than I have mentioned, the "No Kings" demonstrations, obviously intended as just one more attack on President Trump, his money and his influence, were apparently paid for by influential America-hating billionaires on the political left (surprise!).  To get this straight -- members of the billionaire class organized funding to pay for posters and all the usual street trash paraphernalia condemning billionaires named Donald Trump. Hmm.  All one has to do is take a good look at the well-organized crowds of hysterical or plain-crazy protestors and there must be an immediate realization that all of this is just bad, very bad drama.  These are the events which make radical Democrats proud.  Unfortunately, these are also the events portraying the street trash and leftists as insane, stupid or deluded almost by trademark.

Match the "No Kings" nonsense with brand new findings that FEMA under Uncle Joe Biden actually DID -- by intent -- deny or inhibit aid to disaster survivors if they were known to be Republicans or Trump supporters and what do you have?  You have all the fascism for which one could hope when coordinated with all the other actions that consistently failing Democrat leaders subject the American people to when opportunities arise.

Republicans and Trump are not perfect, but anybody searching high and low for the threat of a fascist government usurping the country and its Constitution must look firmly to the left, the "modern" Democrat Party whose very roots are being chomped into a black void by extremists dedicated to an ultimately demonic form of "hope and change."  Their hope and change, not ours.

Or as former president Obama, that grand old master and supreme leader of the Democrats once said in a moment of declarative health care ("Obamacare") brilliance, if you like your doctor you can keep your doctor.

Concurrently then, we assume that under Democrat rule sometime in the future, if you like your country you can keep your country?  Don't bet on it.

Outcasts and Infighting

While Taylor Swift sings (for those who care) and captures the attention of swooning female fans and horny teenage boys, going unnoticed by those anchored in brief and ultimate irrelevance are strange things speeding through our solar system from some far, far place in the universe.  If it isn't an asteroid seemingly controlled by unusual propulsion qualities (Oumuamua) it's the more recent 3I/ATLAS comet, a most peculiar visitor -- never to return -- announcing its coming with peculiar and wildly unexpected attributes.  That this ancient (three billion years old?) gigantic artifact appears to be spraying out actual water, quantities large enough to equal what a fire hose would blow out 24/7, has set conventional cometary theory on its ass.

One might wonder whether our little corner of The Vast Somethingness is poised to receive even more and stranger outcasts from a place and time long far away.  Are we in receipt of the flotsam and jetsam of some long dead solar system whose remnants are finally making their way toward ours?  Comets are generally believed to be among the earliest fragments of the universe's creation, the witnesses and watchers of all that is or was -- yet this one appears all but equipped for overnight camping out, complete with H2O and whatever resources of which we still know little.

Actually, taking a ride on a comet (echoes of a reviewer's praise of Charles Fort's books come to mind. . .) out and away from planet Earth doesn't sound like a bad idea, now that American business people (Ford Motor Co., etc.) have returned from a tour of Chinese factories in shock, astounded by China's immense progress in robotics, energy production, inexpensive automobiles and other futuristic plans -- while we in the USA sit on our hands, intimidated and slowed in our efforts by politics, absurd mountains of legislation and unions, unions, unions.  Are we dead yet?

But impressed we are with President Trump's efforts both in the Middle East and on the ground with I.C.E. in America.  

Trouble is, in trying to negotiate anything, when we look upon radical Islam and say oh, my, what a backward, brutal ancient religion you are -- and then Islam or those of a similar mind might respond by saying, whoa dude, your Christianity is also an ancient religion with its faults, so who are you to tell us we're inferior?  Simply put, whether the name is Jesus, Mohammad, Zeus, Thor, the goddess Diana  or a wooden god on a post constructed by some old jungle civilization it's all confined in the same bubble o' craziness, and the only escape is to grab onto the next comet or asteroid and get out of town. Oh, and speaking of comet riders -- be sure to say hi to Marshall Applewhite and the gang.

Bits and Pieces for October 2025

So, it's Sunday and I'm drifting among the morning news shows, the talking heads and various disembodied voices attached to radio and TV, and there pops up a declaration from the Pope in the Vatican.  "Embrace immigrants," he advises -- commands -- the world.  Mr. Pope, sir, thank you very much, but why don't you fill your personal papal bedroom with lodging for a few dozen Third World Islamic cutthroats and head-choppers and see if your head remains attached to the rest of your Holiness in the morning? Seems that's the least you can do, considering how The Church has spent decades filling my country, the USA, with the scummiest and most change-resistant people on the planet.  As always. breaking news from the Vatican is seldom worth chicken feed, and when it involves me paying for its intentions, the words go to hell (literally) come to mind.

While some of you despise the Trump administration to the max, keep in mind what the Democrats did to us and will do again once they regain power one day.  Anybody who believes the borders will remain secure and the nation's crime rate on the decline is living a leftist fantasy.

Dr. Jane Goodall dies:  The world lost one super- compassionate human who actually understood animal intelligence and the balance of nature, while the rest of us sat around scratching our butts and wondering what we can kill to either prepare in the kitchen or mount on the wall with some depraved sense of pride beyond my personal understanding.  Then I look around and. . .

Every damned thing revolves around sports! Like some kind of mass-induced gulag, there is no escape.  Wherever one looks, somebody attempts to put a ball in a hole, in a hoop, over a net, over a painted line or sometimes even into somebody else's face.  Then half the country cries when a "sports injury" defeats somebody on the playing field who, for the most part, was there mainly to satisfy his or her own ego.  Colorful uniforms and athletic "gear" complete the non-stop foolishness to which alleged adults are exposed, culminating into losers and winners and locker room interviews where players repeat exactly the same words they said last time.  To them I dedicate today's visual, the chest wig they all wear literally or in their minds.

The only thing crazier than the "support your team" madness which somehow keeps society going is the parent, generally a father, insistent upon getting his son into youth sports so he "doesn't turn into a homosexual," oblivious to the possibility that exposing his child to the locker room showers and strict male camaraderie might tip those scales in precisely that direction (consider stories from all-male boarding schools).

On the subject of who's gay/who's not gay, we will suggest to Secretary Hegseth that while we understand the reasoning behind not enticing trans people to join the military (too many emotional problems), he needs to leave gay servicemen and women alone.  I contend that, as in civilian life, hospitals and medical centers rely substantially upon a gay health care population of employees.  Military hospitals?  Oh, you bet.

Saturday Night Live:  The new season premiere had a moment or two, but sucked far more than I anticipated.  I guess "Bad Bunny" has an entertainment presence, but maybe he could just drop the Bunny part from his name.  SNL has long become filler material for empty viewer heads.  Bring back the late, late show movie, even if it's necessary to reach back to the thirties for celluloid relief.

Sophie's choice:  The almost-assassin of Supreme Court Justice Kavanaugh is going to prison for a few years, apparently not as much as he would have had he not turned tranny with a new name of "Sophie."  That men so easily become women these days is on the same level as "professional" athletics to me.

Ivermectin and you:  If you're not watching "Full Measure" on TV every week you're missing a lot.  Attempts to make a generic version of the old standby drug ivermectin available over the counter (perhaps with hydroxychloroquine) for Covid relief are in play -- and should be, as was discussed this week (see my link to watch the current episode).

Blowing up boats from Venezuela:  Okay Mr. President, but are we simultaneously drugging the hell out of ocean creatures when all that Fentanyl and other concoctions infiltrate the sea?  How do you administer Narcan to a shark or octopus?

Abortion pills for the masses:  Well, THAT pissed off Republicans who aren't accustomed to being blind-sided.  A derivative of the abortion pill Mifepristone has been approved for the public by the courts, while hardcore GOP congressional folk anticipated otherwise.  For all the good things Republicans are doing, there is always a segment that persists in taking control of women's bodies and essentially beating them with their Bibles.  Mr. or Ms. congressional representative, I say to you:  Conduct your personal lives as you wish, but leave women who aren't you alone.  Good grief, you insist you're showing compassion while at the same time demanding prison and other punishment for reproductive decisions not to your liking.  Yes, women need to live with the decisions they make, but such decisions are theirs nonetheless, so go back to your desks and your pulpits and worry about your own souls or lack thereof.

Congratulations I.C.E.  The street trash hate you, but cleaning up the stink-tuary cities and defeating so-called public officials who endorse plain ol' criminality is the right thing to do.

The FCC:  My preference would be to abolish the Federal Communications Commission entirely (maybe I'm still pissed that I had to obtain that Third Class broadcast license years ago which amounted to absolutely nothing), but I must say its director Mr. Carr -- whom I highly respect nonetheless -- did cut it a bit close regarding the Jimmy Kimmel situation.  If I had my way, there's not a word that could be censored on the airwaves or in print, though libel and slander laws would likely remain virtually intact.

A star is born: Artificial Intelligence creates an actress.  You've seen her image, a digitally manufactured actress with extreme beauty and a head filled with nothing but what the production staff decides to install.  But why does Hollywood rage, when "she" as a digital construction mimics exactly so many other actors in the industry?  No wonder Hollywood is running scared.  Sorry Tinseltown, not even your socialist benefactors can save you now.  Referencing motion picture history, may we suggest that the rain in Spain stays mainly on the computerized brain?

By the way, celebs:  What is this tendency to produce bio movies of actors and actresses STILL LIVING?  Shouldn't we rightfully wait until they're dead so the really bad or creepy stuff can be included in a biopic?  I mean, hell, would a living Joan Crawford have approved Mommie Dearest in its final form?!  I don't wish them an early demise, but wouldn't it be best to wait on doing bio epics on the likes of Bob Dylan, Bruce Springsteen or Neil Diamond?  As humans, we all have this little problem of bits and pieces of our lives leaking out AFTER we're gone, and it just seems so wrong to film essential tributes to celebs somehow honoring celebrities about whom pieces, good or bad, are still missing.  Thank GOD I'm a forgettable nothing with the prospect of not so much as a series of Polaroid shots made of my own life!

TikTok sex and Others:  You devoutly religious folk have a problem.  You're telling your kids not to post naked online photos or videos or to have sex at an early age.  That's nice, trouble is God apparently gave them functioning body equipment at a very early age.  Why?  To lead them into temptation, risking holy punishment?  What are they supposed to do with sex?  The ancients apparently celebrated sex at all ages, yet our enlightened overseers with government or so-proper social connections strive to deny reality every minute of every day.  How is it that sex and prison remain so closely related in contemporary society?  Anyway, as we were saying, the rain in Spain stays mainly. . .