Eat the Press: We loved watching Treasury Secretary Scott Bessent being interviewed by Kristin something or another on NBC-TV's "Meet the Press," where their question and answer back-and-forth seemed, as always, akin to a rocket scientist trying to explain physics to a kidney stone.
When the only good one is a dead one: As I recall, when actress Joan Crawford died (and again, oh how I wished I had gone to see her at a Pepsi bottling plant appearance in Valdosta, Georgia during my Air Force years, just down the road. . .) fellow actress Bette Davis was asked to comment. Remarking that it wasn't nice to say anything about the deceased unless it was something good, Davis allegedly said, "Joan Crawford is dead. Good." Which brings us to Donald Trump and his remark that he was glad Robert Mueller had died. Yes, Mueller had an exemplary military past, but when we consider how Mueller and so many others went on the attack against Trump for falsehoods and invented crimes, don't we wonder where the breaking point comes in? Trump shouldn't have been so harsh -- but I understand from whence his comment came after extended abuse by officials using their immense power to do bad things to one man.
Chuck Norris dies: A true motion picture and television legend, the kind whose numbers are seriously in decline, and yet again an actor with former military experience adding to his "edge." We're quickly getting down to actors and actresses who know little of life more threatening than tripping over their shoelaces on a pickleball court, and it shows on the screen. I like watching something on recent TV and putting the sound on mute, just watching the acting and facial expressions -- and after laughing I turn off the TV and go back to radio or music!
Illegal migrants continue to kill: Another one from the past year, this time a young woman shot dead by a tuberculosis-ridden criminal let in under the evil Biden gang. This will not appear on Democrat re-election posters.
Thank you Obama: For flooding Iran with pallets of cash way back. They sure put that money to good use, if missiles and nukes are defined as good use.
AI and suicides: It was only a matter of time before everybody's hands reached into the Internet pie to regulate, ban, censor, arrest and condemn social media instead of simply leaving it alone. Look, I'm sorry if some beloved teenager sparked a "conversation" with artificial intelligence and in so doing was helped along to killing himself or herself -- but if parents continue holding everything outside the family unit responsible for personal tragedy instead of looking within, difficult as that may be, then all communication skills and tools are in jeopardy. Just as making temporary shrines of places where roadside automobile accidents claimed the lives of teenagers is no permanent solution to death, attempting to manipulate and legislate the Internet continuously interferes with its true value. And frankly, this rush to "protect" children on the Internet at the expense of making it restrictive or treacherous for adult use when protection is a parental responsibility is simply wrong. If somebody on the Net is suicidal or accomplishes the deed, their problems started long before they encountered the computer or smart phone. This is the bitter pill that few of the parent or guardian class are willing to swallow.
The enemy of my enemy is my enemy: To me, brackets are something one uses for punctuation when writing, or for attaching a shelf to a wall. In athletics, it's something else involving teams and names and apparently life and death itself.
Everybody needs an enemy. Everybody. Needs. An. Enemy.
You can look upon sports as a friendly competition, but it's not. The opponent is an enemy and must be. I'm a better player than you. Mine is bigger than yours. If I don't win this game I'll kill you. I'm gonna put an end to your career. You're going down. Mine is bigger than yours. Only one of us is coming out of this stadium a winner. Mine is bigger than yours.
My neurosis of the day: I suspect that our species will perish sooner than we expect. Maybe we'll get to Mars, but as the future creeps forward we don't appear suited to become a "Star Trek" society. Hatred and wanting what the other guy has is inherent in our genes and we will literally fight to the death unless some cosmic invader (rock or species) accomplishes the job for us. Physically and physiologically we just aren't built for space travel without the assistance of something more, and we've already surrounded our own planet with space junk so hazardous that maneuvering through and around it becomes more problematic every day. And we continue adding to the mix.
We are also sick, unhealthy from unsettled cradle to anxious grave. Is it the food? Is it the plastics we eat? Is it the TV or computer? Are we microwaving our brains into fine pieces of furniture as electronic beams from all manner of earth-based devices perpetually criss-cross our lives?
Maybe the innocents know -- the animals. Do they not frequently bear the brunt of our "friendly competition?" Are animals our enemies, too? Determined, we erase their presence as we hysterically attempt to preserve ours.
Quick, select one: Havana cigar or Havana syndrome?
I think we are screwed and afraid to comprehend the horrors and possibilities of situations insurmountable. But fear not, for I am often wrong, and the musings of today so often merely become the toadstools of tomorrow.
