Sunday, 11/29/2015

Well what the HELL is a jimp?

A-a-a jimpanzee, Senator.


November 29, 10:19 PM | Permalink | Comments (0)

How very beautiful it was to live

The Massacre of the Innocents:

Because I believe in the community of little children,
Because I have suffered such little children to be slain;
I have gazed upon the sunlight, dazed, bewildered,
As is a child by nothing more than rain.

William Jay Smith.


November 29, 9:45 PM | Permalink | Comments (0)

I changed the name on my front page so you can't see me anymore

And you can't post on my timeline.


November 29, 9:03 PM | Permalink | Comments (0)

Which would have disgraced the verist savage...

Of the Sand Creek Massacre on November 29, 1864, Col John Chivington reported:

In the last ten days my command has marched three hundred miles—one hundred of which the snow was two feet deep. After a march of forty miles last night, I, at daylight this morning, attacked a Cheyenne village of one hundred anc thirty lodges, from nine hundred to one thousand warriors strong.

We killed chiefs Black Kettle, White Antelope, and Little Robe, and between four and five hundred other Indians ; captured between four and five hundred ponies and mules. Our loss is nine killed and thirty-eight wounded.

All did nobly. I think I will catch some more of them about eighty miles on Smoky Hill. We found a white man's scalp, not more than three days old, in a lodge.

Robert Bent, guide and interpreter testified:

Colonel Chivington surrounded the village with his troops. When we came in sight of the camp I saw the American flag waving and heard Black Kettle tell the Indians to stand round the flag, and there they were huddled—men, women, and children. This was when we were within fifty yards of the Indians. I also saw a white flag raised. These flags were in so conspicuous a position that they must have heen seen.

When the troops fired the Indians ran, some of the men into their lodges, probably to get their arms. They had time to get away if they bad wanted to. I remained on the field five hours, and when I left there were shots being fired up the creek.

I think there were six hundred Indians in all. I think there were thirty-five braves and some old men, about sixty in all. All fought well. At the time the rest of the men were away from camp, hunting.

Nope, no genocide here...


November 29, 8:29 PM | Permalink | Comments (0)

Dear Agent Cooper

Why no response about me killing Laura Palmer? Are you still on the case? If not, please forward to proper authorities. Yours truly, Leo 'the murderer of Laura Palmer' Johnson.


November 29, 7:15 PM | Permalink | Comments (0)

A terrible thing is music...

From The Kreutzer Sonata:

They say that music stirs the soul. Stupidity! A lie!

It acts, it acts frightfully (I speak for myself), but not in an ennobling way. It acts neither in an ennobling nor a debasing way, but in an irritating way.

How shall I say it? Music makes me forget my real situation. It transports me into a state which is not my own. Under the influence of music I really seem to feel what I do not feel, to understand what I do not understand, to have powers which I cannot have.

Music seems to me to act like yawning or laughter; I have no desire to sleep, but I yawn when I see others yawn; with no reason to laugh, I laugh when I hear others laugh.

And music transports me immediately into the condition of soul in which he who wrote the music found himself at that time. I become confounded with his soul, and with him I pass from one condition to another. But why that? I know nothing about it?

But he who wrote Beethoven's 'Kreutzer Sonata' knew well why he found himself in a certain condition. That condition led him to certain actions, and for that reason to him had a meaning, but to me none, none whatever. And that is why music provokes an excitement which it does not bring to a conclusion.

For instance, a military march is played; the soldier passes to the sound of this march, and the music is finished. A dance is played; I have finished dancing, and the music is finished. A mass is sung; I receive the sacrament, and again the music is finished. But any other music provokes an excitement, and this excitement is not accompanied by the thing that needs properly to be done, and that is why music is so dangerous, and sometimes acts so frightfully.

And when Freddie Mercury sings, "Lift your head to the stars," you do it, and save the universe.


November 29, 2:55 PM | Permalink | Comments (0)

Just A Man With A Man's Courage

I first saw Flash Gordon before a sleepover with a friend when a showing of Raisin in the Sun we were going to see (a school chum was in it) was postponed due to an actor's illness.  It naturally has been a fave of mine ever since.  Not sure I've really wondered about the where are they now thing, but realizing that was 35 years ago sure makes me feel old.


November 29, 10:59 AM | Permalink | Comments (0)

Saturday, 11/28/2015

As good a gentleman as the emperor

To Archduke Rudolf!


November 28, 11:36 PM | Permalink | Comments (0)

Hear the voice of the Bard!

Introduction to the Songs of Experience:

O Earth O Earth return!
Arise from out the dewy grass;
Night is worn,
And the morn
Rises from the slumberous mass.
Turn away no more: 
Why wilt thou turn away 
The starry floor 
The watry shore 
Is giv'n thee till the break of day. 

William Blake.


November 28, 10:00 PM | Permalink | Comments (0)

The Story Of Right Hand, Left Hand

I understand the distaste for Spike Lee's ostensible mansplaining about sex strikes in relation to our rape culture (the blurring of consensual sex and bodily violation is a problem).  I will note, however, that Lysistratic nonaction has been used as a way to engage "silent" men in a variety of contexts, which is kind of important if we want to change things.


November 28, 7:32 PM in Soaking In Patriarchy | Permalink | Comments (0)

Friday, 11/27/2015

Yule Love It!

It's big, it's heavy, it's burning.


November 27, 11:13 PM | Permalink | Comments (0)

A new order is one that is renewed hourly.

The Very Rich Hours:

Dame Reason with her
chaplet of apothegms.
He should put his heart
in a single place only.
The truest things about bodies   
are their shadows.

James McMichael.


November 27, 9:57 PM | Permalink | Comments (0)

Sharia Law! Sharia Law! Sharia Law!

Thank goodness the Italians never brought their own protection systems, and the Chinese never brought triads, and the Irish never brought their drunken debauchery to cover their funding of the IRA, because that would've been as dangerous as those Muzzies.


November 27, 4:58 PM | Permalink | Comments (1)

Thursday, 11/26/2015

It Would've Been Better Had He Drowned


John Howland may not be as famous as William Bradford, John Carver and Myles Standish, notable passengers on the Mayflower that landed in Massachusetts in 1620.

Well, students of Charlie Brown know all about him.

Howland’s descendants include three presidents — Franklin Roosevelt, George H.W. Bush and George W. Bush — as well as former vice presidential candidate Sarah Palin

Thanks a lot, asshole.  


November 26, 5:13 PM | Permalink | Comments (1)

Wednesday, 11/25/2015

Ding Dong, We Have So Many Partridges!

But this made me laugh on the way home from the Vermont Republic's Birthplace this evening.


November 25, 10:59 PM | Permalink | Comments (0)

Our words are charming.


Our souls belong
to gravity and buoyancy,
to suspicion and aspiration.
The world is made of coercion,
causes and mistakes,
but surely, a blue the same as the sky
hangs deep in our skulls.

Yoshimoto Takaaki.


November 25, 9:34 PM | Permalink | Comments (0)

Tuesday, 11/24/2015

The Evolution Of Rock

Leaky sky doodles my mind from wandering...


November 24, 11:04 PM | Permalink | Comments (0)

The Rest Is Commentary

The Voyage Home:

Holding her steady, into the pitch and roll,   
in raw Midwestern hands ten thousand tons   
of winter wheat for the fall of Rome,
still swallowing the hunger of the war:   
the binnacle glows like an open fire,
east-southeast and steady,
Anderssen, the Viking mate,
belaboring me for contraband,
my little book of Einstein, that
“Commie Jew.” (So much for the social instincts,   
pacifism, humanism, the frail
and noble causes.) I speak my piece
for western civ: light bends ...
stars warp ... mass converts ...
“Pipe dreams,” says the Dane, “pipe dreams.”
“Well, mate, remember,
those Jewish dreams made nightmares   
out of Hiroshima, and
blew us out of uniform, alive.”
He stomps down off the bridge; some day   
he’ll fire me off his rusty
liberty: I read too much.
The ocean tugs and wrestles with
ten thousand deadweight tons
of charity, trembling on
degrees and minutes. Anderssen
steams back in with coffee, to
contest the stars with Einstein, full ahead.   
We haven’t come to Darwin.

Philip Appleman.


November 24, 10:29 PM | Permalink | Comments (0)

It's Morality, Charlie Brown!

Some guy named Chuck:

The ennobling belief in God is not universal with man; and the belief in spiritual agencies naturally follows from other mental powers. The moral sense perhaps affords the best and highest distinction between man and the lower animals; but I need say nothing on this head, as I have so lately endeavoured to shew that the social instincts,--the prime principle of man's moral constitution--with the aid of active intellectual powers and the effects of habit, naturally lead to the golden rule, "As ye would that men should do to you, do ye to them likewise;" and this lies at the foundation of morality.

Some guy name Anthony delves...


November 24, 9:43 PM | Permalink | Comments (1)

Trump History

This is not the most effective way to learn our history.  But it's more accurate than anything Trump says.


November 24, 8:11 PM | Permalink | Comments (0)

But What Does Harry Turtledove Say?

I'll never forget all the Muslims in New Jersey cheering on the Confederacy:

After Trump bought the golf course, which the Times described as a "fixer-upper," he chopped down trees so golfers could see more of the Potomac River and graced the course with his brand name. But it apparently wasn't enough for the real estate mogul: he gave it a place in American history by installing a marker between the 14th and 15th holes with a plaque dubbing the spot "The River of Blood," according to the report.

“Many great American soldiers, both of the North and South, died at this spot,” the inscription read, according to the Times. “The casualties were so great that the water would turn red and thus became known as ‘The River of Blood.’”

Trump told a Times reporter that there were "numerous historians" who told him the golf course was called "The River of Blood," even though he couldn't remember their names.

Multiple historians told the Times that the marker was inconsistent with historical record. While Civil War battles did take place several miles away from Trump's golf course, none occurred on site, the historians said.

If only Shelby Foote and Brian Pohanka were still alive...


November 24, 7:39 PM | Permalink | Comments (0)

Monday, 11/23/2015

Knock Knock

Who's there?


November 23, 11:53 PM | Permalink | Comments (0)

He found it strange at first.

Cullen in the Afterlife:

Gone—that shadowy assembly—vanished, done.
Gone without substance. Like himself. A shell.
Insensate in a flash. (What was that flash—
bereft of all but essence?) Was it death?
He wondered about the word, so filled with breath
yet breathless, breathless, breathless. A full stop.
Divino Espirito Santo,” he had said
once in Brazil, “Soul of my very soul.”
He’d prayed in Portuguese, an easier tongue—
for newly agnostic Anglos—than his own,
burdened with shibboleths and past beliefs.
“Alma de minha alma”—liquid words
that made a calm within him. Where within?
Was there a word for it? Was it his heart?

P. K. Page.


November 23, 11:14 PM | Permalink | Comments (0)

Franklin Wept

Dr Rocket Twofer:

Republican presidential candidate Dr. Ben Carson said in an interview that aired Sunday that Thomas Jefferson wrote the Constitution. But in reality, the founding father was the lead author of the Declaration of Independence.

It's not the first time Carson has gotten United States history wrong. As The Wall Street Journal previously flagged, Carson erroneously said the founding fathers had "no elected office experience."

Yes, I've long been interested in separating Carson's conjoined twins of fact and fiction.  But he's not alone in conflating the Declaration with our Constitution, nor in suggesting our Founders lacked experience.


November 23, 10:38 PM in Constitution, Schmonstitution | Permalink | Comments (0)

Freedom Of Speech Isn't Free

Oh, Dr Rocket Surgeon:

After a brief moment near the top of the Republican field, Ben Carson’s numbers have been on the decline. Clearly feeling the pressure to say something crazy enough to outdo professional lunatic Donald Trump, Carson just went full-fascist. And you never go full-fascist.

Having already admitted that he likes the idea of keeping American Muslims (and foreigners) in databases to be watched, Carson seems to be warming to expanding that surveillance to other groups he doesn’t like. At a rally in Columbia, South Carolina, Carson dropped the bombshell that he believes any “anti-American” group should be monitored.

“What I have said is that I would be in favor of monitoring a mosque or any church or any organization or any school or any press corps where there was a lot of radicalization and things that were anti-American.”

As recently as October, Carson was suggesting that there needs to be a ban on “liberal” speech on college campuses.

“I actually have something I would use the Department of Education to do,” Carson remarked. “It would be to monitor our institutions of higher education for extreme political bias and deny federal funding if it exists.”

His own supporters told him that was dangerously close to censorship, so he assured them that he didn’t mean right-wing speech, he was talking about liberalism.

Don't forget to monitor Quakers.  Those fucking Quakers.  Anyway, brings to mind Milton's Areopagitica, published on this date in 1644:

We can grow ignorant again, brutish, formal and slavish...Give me the liberty to know, to utter, and to argue freely according to conscience, above all liberties.

Free to know what Dr Carson thinks he knows...


November 23, 10:05 PM in Conscience, Constitution, Schmonstitution | Permalink | Comments (0)

Sunday, 11/22/2015

I'd Be A Shitty Landlord

Because I can't dance, no matter the venue.


November 22, 11:14 PM | Permalink | Comments (0)

Far Out

I Grant You Ample Leave:

"I grant you ample leave
To use the hoary formula 'I am'
Naming the emptiness where thought is not;
But fill the void with definition, 'I'
Will be no more a datum than the words
You link false inference with, the 'Since' & 'so'
That, true or not, make up the atom-whirl.
Resolve your 'Ego', it is all one web
With vibrant ether clotted into worlds:
Your subject, self, or self-assertive 'I'
Turns nought but object, melts to molecules,
Is stripped from naked Being with the rest
Of those rag-garments named the Universe.
Or if, in strife to keep your 'Ego' strong
You make it weaver of the etherial light,
Space, motion, solids & the dream of Time —
Why, still 'tis Being looking from the dark,
The core, the centre of your consciousness,
That notes your bubble-world: sense, pleasure, pain,
What are they but a shifting otherness,
Phantasmal flux of moments? —"

George Eliot.


November 22, 10:39 PM | Permalink | Comments (0)