April 27, 2017

I must break you..



..studied mechanical engineering at Cornell University (where he took an astronomy class taught by Carl Sagan)[16] and graduated with a BS in mechanical engineering in 1977.


..received a degree in chemistry from Washington State University, a degree in chemical engineering from the Royal Institute of Technology in the early 1980s, and a master's degree in chemical engineering from the University of Sydney in 1982. was awarded a Fulbright Scholarship to the Massachusetts Institute of Technology in 1983.

Besides:

April 25, 2017

April 24, 2017

April 23, 2017

Ain't buyin' it!

So, here I am stuck in the eddies and backwaters of a life prepping for retirement. Work abounds with challenges and unparalleled opportunities to excel on the bell lap of my professional life, political events are whizzing past my ears like rounds in a firefight, the war with anti-fa is heating up, and all I can do is squeeze a few moments out of a Sunday afternoon when I should taking a nap.

(Hey, I did say I was prepping for retirement, right?)

Anyway, a while back in the recent mists of time, these two folks brought out what has been billed as the ultimate tell-all of the train wreck that was the Clintoon campaign:


Well, I was all over that like flies on a steaming turd loaf..until I saw the authors (Jonathon Allen, Amy Parnes) interviewed on the Fox Business News' Kennedy show about a week ago.

Their undynamic personalities coupled with the fact that I could not find anything on wiki about them and little else on the internet except a conflation of Jonathan Allen with a mid-level NFL player and a stock bio for Ms Parnes and an article about what she wears to work.

As the title of the post implies, I am passing on an opportunity to wring out my PayPal account for a copy of this political bodice-ripper. Nothing personal, but the interview and disclosures, teases, and snippets from the book and the authors' personalities did not exactly explode across the TV screen like a Mt Pinatubo eruption. Additionally, they seemed as though they felt a bit sorry for the woman who was -- without a doubt -- the most documented and least honest individual to ever run for POTUS. All in all, the interview left me as cold as a chilled plate of liver aspic.

So, if you're in the throes of putting together a steamer about how Madame Hog Flanks blew the big one, let me make a recommendation. Throw out all of the sympathetic anecdotes and cutesy pie shit. Lose the maudlin end-of-an-era summation and flush the treacly sentimentality down the crap chute.

Most of us want verifiable tales of a shrieking psycho-bitch hurling flower pots, tea services, chairs, ottomans, couches, andirons, and coal scuttles across the room at husbands, aides, interns, SS agents, and the hired help. A bonus would be any narratives or pictures of Clinton ending up the evening face down on the carpet in a pool of her own vomit sleeping off a Pentobarbital buzz.

Also, We would pretty much shell out for anything rife with gossip about the incompetence of Mook and Podesta and Palmieri and/or them in a four-way with some doe-eyed ingenue or farm animals. (Pictures of Clinton or Podesta wearing strap-ons and mercilessly back-dooring Mook or them watching Mook get fellated by a rhino would be a welcome treat. Stories/pictures/videos of either Clinton being urinated upon by Russian hookers or Putin would be a real plus!) A real top attraction would be irrefutable evidence that that $13,000-coat-wearing bag lady put out a hit on that kid from Omaha for leaking the emails to the guy in the Peruvian (or Ecuadorian or Uruguayan) embassy.

So, unless you got any of that, I will be doing my imitation of that Southern California city where the Rose Bowl resides: Pasadena.

Prediction? Tanks immediately; B. Dalton remainder pile by Christmas!

April 15, 2017

April 9, 2017

Bend over and I'll drive you home..

From Weasel Zippers



Ever the smart ass, my take on this was:

:

April 7, 2017

Redlining

So, I am not going all Neocon and shit. I agree with most that "one and done" and sending a stern message to all the bad operators in the world (I'm looking at YOU, Asian Asshole with the bad haircut) should be sufficient without getting involved in the ME again. But, there is a striking difference between the poses struck in the Trump Sit Room and The Lawn Jockey POTUS's.

Here's The Donald's:


..and here's King Putt's:


One looks like an executive presiding over a board meeting and the other -- well -- looks like a janitor who got invited in to empty the ash trays and shit.

April 6, 2017

Bag o' Money

Wow!



..bunch of cud-chewing assholes, they!

April 5, 2017

It's NOT what you think..


..no, it's not.

April 3, 2017

Compare and contrast..

The White House just released the official portrait of First Lady Melania Trump today:


..and, lest you forget, here's Michelle what's-her-name in a recent photo:


You chose.

(Betcha there are a few Wookies in heat out there who would not prefer Mrs. Trump!)

The long and short of it..

Just sayin'.


Actually, I think it's a good thing these folks are getting together. Senator Paul sure has his fecal matter more compacted than the other Paul. (And, no, don't mean Ru-Paul!)

This is NOT Paul Ryan!

Plus, at least Senator Paul does not feel compelled to stand on his tippy-toes to compensate like El Hebster:


Or RuPaul either, for that matter. Maybe [s]he'd loan Hebster his/her sequined red platform heels?

..thank God they weren't taking these photos with all the candidates lined up at the urinals in the men's room. I'd hate to think what El Heb would do to "outsize" The Donald.

April 2, 2017

When pigs fly out of my butt..

Happened to get steered over to this by following a link on Drudge:


..are these people serious or are they consummately bereft of intellect?

March 31, 2017

Give me a f**king break!

Didja checkout the Google logo today? I mean, really?


I mean, that's some weapons grade virtue signalling there!

What do these assholes at Google do up there in Silicone Valley? Do they have some department located deep in the bowels of their campus manned (personned?) by those smarmy, blissed out SJW-lites and nutless "B" personality men in this safe space with fuzzy pink wall paper, hot chocolate going all the time, Enya playing on the box, and puppy videos going while they get out their crayons and water colors and draw all this shit.

Tell you what, you precious little snowflakes, I'll go out and hug a muzzie and a kike and a fag and a gimp and a hermaphrodite and whatever else you got up there when you persuade the goat humpers to stop hacking off heads and throwing gays off of skyscrapers! How's that?

Aloha snackbar!

Just once, I'd like to crap on their cracker and see what stuff comes out.


..just sayin'

March 30, 2017

These guys are dangerous!

In the old days when things were much simpler, there was "W" versus Man-Bear-Pig and John "Fucking" Kerry and we "conservatives" won and were about to put the liberal scum in the ground because we had suffered through 9/11 and went into Iraq and Afghanistan and kicked the goat-humping, towel-headed, muzzies back to the stone age along with their head-job wearing squeezes never to darken our door again.

And then there came a huge setback because our beloved John McStain lost to the mongrel, crooked Magic Negro who also rode the
dickless Mutt Rumbley hard and put him away wet. So, we were saddled with for eight years with The Lawn Jockey POTUS and America went on a slide down the shit chute..almost into the septic tank.

All the while in successive elections (even 2012), we kept handing our beloved GOPe the keys to the kingdom because they successively said they needed the House back, then the Senate, and ultimately the Presidency in order to right the ship and "restore" America. And nothing got done.

Zero, zip, nada.

Then along came The Donald who rallied all of us together as we crusaded against the consummate establishment shit and the GOPe and the DC insiders who wanted nothing more to hold on to their fiefdoms that they constantly tried to shoot him out of the saddle -- even to the point where some were propping up some pretty lame-dick opponents and even willing to back the worst, most vile criminal liar who ever ran for the office.

And in that maelstrom, we all realized that right was no longer left and vice versa. Up was now down. Black (not the race) was no longer white (the race). And South was now North. It got crazy and still is.

In the wake of all this, our Committees of correspondence -- that link that our Founding Fathers and revolutionaries used to keep the word racing up and down the Atlantic seaboard and among the 13 colonies -- became social media like blogs and FaceBook and Twitter and You Tube. Heroes arose and published rants against those who would oppose our crusade to flush the backed-up crapper that was Washington D. C. and they were eloquent or strident or vehement or they were intellectual.

But they were always pounding down the Forces of Darkness who sought to roll back the tide of our revolution and shine light on the insects, worms, slime, and cockroaches that crawled out from under the rocks -- like the Fake News Media, the raging AntiFa SJWs, the shrieking Psycho Bitch third-wave feminists, and glib establishment turds floating in the punch bowl of life.

And, we in our naivete, believed these all to be "good, solid conservatives" who held every belief we held RIGHT DOWN THE LINE. The folks who were 100% staunch allies in every fight and skirmish we waged. I mean, they voiced their objections so fluently that they could hardly be otherwise.

Imagine my shock when I realized several of my faves are absolutely died-in-the-wool liberals and that, scant years ago, we would be toe-to-toe and eye-to-eye, ready to come to blows. (Insert the old bromide about politics and bedfellows here.) Anyway, two guys who are absolutely vicious about screaming at hypocrisy are actually very liberal in their views and yet their screeds are so suffused with reason that they will have you marveling at their ability to unravel the absurd and put things into focus.

I came to Dr Shaym from a tangential course of hopping from one recommended You Tube video after another. He is a master at ripping apart victocrat feminist and butt hurt SJW argument that he is a delight to watch. Presented here, however, is the other side of Dr Shaym where he provides a self-effacing glimpse into a life that can only be describes as spiraling in a power dive an instant away from impact. As one commenter opined, he should give his name and address to the U.N. so Biafrans can send him relief supplies. Below is a sample; look, enjoy, subscribe.


T. J. Kirk, The Amazing Atheist, is so wrong on do many levels that I find myself amazed that I like his work. (And by wrong, I do not mean that his opinions and views are wrong, I mean wrong in the sense of how can a person present himself so crudely and offensively and possess such an ability to dissect the preposterous, puerile arguments of the vapid, empty left so well and articulate his points with such razor wit.) His rants are truly approaching Carlan-esque levels. Add to the fact that he has led a disastrously wasteful life of drugs and bisexuality and truly questionable behavior and one wonders how he has risen to the level of success he has..

..until one follows his videos and see how he skewers the hypocritical and flays the inane:


His work runs along the lines of what a dismal and utter failure the left was in the last election and how they continue to blow it our their ass with the absurdity they belch these days. He does take pains to point out how their can right their ship if they ever care to listen. But if you read between the lines in his invective, you will see that this low regard for the left also transfers to the right and humanity basically.

Scarcely a model to aspire to, he is enjoyable to take in and I firmly believe that there are lessons to be found in his rants.

There are others and, when I have more time on my hands, I would like to explore this topsy turvy situation. But until then, As Kirk says:

"Peace the fuck out"

March 27, 2017

Weird Shit XVIII

Try these on for size:


A day without a Mexican word of the day..


¡Hay, carumba!


March 26, 2017

As the tide recedes..

Thought I'd preserve this one in my scrap book..


Ben Garrison does super work! Reminds me of this:


..coming soon: Read "The Art of the Deal" or why most of the tools on the internet are clueless.

March 22, 2017

Crap weasel of the year..


..any questions? Any objections?

March 17, 2017

The Doors..

Remember them? Sure you do!


OK, here's the real deal.

Four or five years before this video was made, Robby Krieger (called Bobby in those days) was a senior at a small boys' boarding school in the bay area known as Menlo School. He hung out with Bill Wolff (later of the Peanut Butter Conspiracy) and *barely* knew how to play the guitar. Bill -- into all kinds of eclectic music -- kept trolling Robbie by playing a Flamenco album during the evening break and the time before lights out.

Robbie only had a ukulele (you know, "my dog has fleas") so he retuned the bottom four strings the same as the bottom four strings of a guitar and, having an amazing ear, was quickly able to imitate the riffs on the record.

Getting bored quickly, Robbie went to Puerta Vallarta with class mates Pete Leanse (later killed in a 70s coke deal) and Steve George "Keoki" King where he bought a peg-tuned Juan Ramirex P. peg-tuned classic/Flamenco guitar and proceeded to literally master the art.

Robbie got bored of that and turned to funky black and folk music with Bill Wolff. In the early Spring of 1964 they formed a jug band (all the rage in those days) called The Back Bay Chamberpot Tarriers and started playing stuff by Gus Cannon's Jug Stompers and Jim Kweskin and Dave Van Ronk.

They all graduated and went on to college> Robbie and Bill went to UCSB and some of the others went to other schools in California where the 60s played out.

How do I know this?

I am the one on banjo and jug.


..about two year later -- in Spring 1965 -- I am standing in line for Spring registration at UCLA and Wolff and Krieger come up to me (to essentially cut in line) and introduce a spaced out looking guy with them -- who turns out to be Jim Morrison.

Didn't hear anything after that from them but used to go surfing with one of my good buds during the day -- Robbie's brother Ronnie Krieger (who later committed suicide at San Diego State) -- who kept telling me Robbie was getting into serious rock with a group call the Doors.

Who knew.

(It is just one of my very few intersections with fame in an otherwise pathetic, maudlin, ordinary life. Don't get me started on Bob Wier and The Dead, etc. He was also a classmate and, later, the owner of my banjo shown in the above picture. I still think he owes me $30 for it.)

March 16, 2017

Fundraising Ideas

My previous post (below) surely has raised some concerns and caused the snowflakes who listen to NPR and watch PBS to vapor lock but I submit that the yawning gap of denied subsidies could be easily be made up if we only look to what private enterprise fund-raising efforts we could bring to bear:



..courtesy of Jim Hoft over at Gateway Pundit!

You're fired!



..just sayin'!

March 15, 2017

Trump Tax Trolling, the sequel

Didn't I tell ya? They're getting reeled in line tuna off the Grand Banks:




..oh wow! Hearts and uncongealed excitement over a something that will blow up in their face bigger that one of Weasel Zippers ISIS mishap war porn videos!

Aloha Snackbar!

Taxing Subject

Well, it seems once again that the media have made fools of themselves over Trump's taxes.


Armed with "two pages -- front and back of an IRS form 1040" for Donald Trump's 2005 tax returns, she breathlessly huckstered this into an attempt to boost her sagging ratings by teasing this remorselessly in the minutes running up to her 9:00 EDT show. Here is the ENTIRETY of the Slate article above with emphasis added. (I do this as a service to you all so you will not have to search and click yourselves. And, besides, it's fully attributed and published under the "fair use" rules.)

At 7:36 p.m. Tuesday night, Rachel Maddow tweeted “BREAKING: We've got Trump tax returns. Tonight, 9pm ET. MSNBC. (Seriously),” sending the internet into a frenzy of theorizing. Did Maddow have Donald Trump’s tax returns or just one of the Trumps’ tax returns? Could this be it, the tax return that would bring down the Donald? If this was it, why wasn't MSNBC cutting into its programming, instead of running a countdown clock to Maddow’s show? By 8:24, Maddow was tweeting that the tax return in question was Donald Trump’s 1040 from 2005. By 8:30, still half an hour before Maddow started airing, the White House had responded to the MSNBC report, saying that Trump had paid $38 million on income of $150 million that year. An hour later, about 20 minutes after The Rachel Maddow Show started, Maddow would confirm these numbers, turning her big scoop about Donald Trump’s long-missing tax returns into a cautionary tale about overhype. Rachel Maddow, you played yourself—and us too.

“It’s been a little bit of a hullabaloo around here this evening, I apologize for being flustered,” Maddow said at the top of the hour, before confirming that her show had copies of Donald Trump’s federal tax returns, obtained by the reporter David Cay Johnston, to share with her audience. “In just a second we’re going to show you exactly what it is we’ve got,” she said, before launching, instead, into a 20-minute monologue. Maddow seemed uncharacteristically nervous as she wended her way though what could kindly be described as context and which I am unkindly describing as word salad, a long meander that was difficult to follow even without the distracting promise of a revelatory tax return at its end.

The monologue started contextually enough, with a long-winded skewering of Trump’s refusal to share his tax returns that touched on Richard Nixon, the Clintons, and his unaudited tax forms, before veering off conspiratorially. “Whether or not you are a supporter of Donald Trump,” Maddow said, “It ought to give you pause that his explanations [for not releasing his tax returns] have never made any factual sense. ...when you get an excuse from them that doesn't make sense, you have to look for another reason. What’s the real explanation? Well, choose your own adventure.” She then launched into a long hypothetical about a particular Russian oligarch’s possible relationship to Trump that touched on Florida real estate, Deutsche Bank, and Preet Bharara, that Trump’s tax returns—though not, as it would turn out, the ones she actually had—could conceivably clear up.

The longer Maddow went on, ever deeper into a conspiratorial thicket, the clearer it became that whatever tax returns Maddow had, they weren’t as juicy as the ones she was talking about. If she had anything that damning, she would have shared them from the start. TV is a ratings game, but an entire episode about highly damaging tax returns is just as likely to get you great ratings as milking the possibility that you have highly damaging tax returns, and less likely to get you compared to Geraldo. Maddow even went so far as to hold the tax returns back until after the first commercial break, as if we were watching an episode of The Bachelor and not a matter of national importance—because we weren’t, in fact, watching a matter of national importance, just a cable news show trying to set a ratings record.

After the first break—at which point the tax returns were already available on the internet and glossed by the Daily Beast—Maddow was joined by Johnston, and she began by asking him how he knew Trump hadn’t sent the returns himself. Johnston said that he could have. A few hours after Maddow finished airing, this has become a popular conspiracy theory, simply because, if Donald Trump were to share any of his tax returns, the 2005 1040 seems like a good candidate. Trump paid taxes at a rate of around 4 percent, but because of the alternate minimum tax, he also paid an additional $31 million. The form revealed that, rather than not paying taxes and making no money, Trump paid $38 million on $150 million in income. Maddow promised to pull a sordid revelation out of a hat and instead plucked out … Trump’s credibility? Maddow was soon parsing, asking Johnston to explain that Trump is currently trying to do away with the AMT, which, unfair as it may be, still wouldn’t change the amount he paid in 2005.

As the show went on, it became clear that Maddow knew she didn't quite have the scoop that had been promised. “What would we have to see, what would we hope to get in mail,” she asked Johnston, “if we were going to get to the real meat of Donald Trump’s foreign ties?”—i.e. what would be more meaningful than the tax form that we have? Speaking to Chris Hayes and Johnston, she said, “The story here to me is, a) we have obtained this [tax form], b) that this stuff is obtainable.” “BREAKING: Trump’s tax returns theoretically obtainable. Tonight, 9pm ET. MSNBC. (Seriously)” does make for a less rousing tweet.

Trump’s tax returns, whatever information they happen to contain, constitute a major scoop. Maddow’s social media team ensured the highest possible ratings for that scoop. But if ever a story should have been delivered in a stentorian, fuddy-duddy, nonpartisan manner, this was it. In positioning it as a grand revelation, a vital step in comprehending Trump’s corruption, MSNBC created an exceedingly cynical spectacle. By playing into the network’s loyal liberal audience’s fantasy that there exists a Trump silver bullet, it instead delivered Trump a positive news cycle—the guy pays taxes! Who knew!—amidst the debacle of the AHCA, along with more evidence that the media is aligned against him. The lesson? Don’t tell us you have news, just tell us the news.

While the internet roils with the back-and-forth over this item, one of the more interesting outfalls was that Trump actually released the taxes in anticipation of Madcow's upcoming hype..and then jumped on her for her painful quest for ratings:


But, unheedful of the embarrassing quagmire they were about to wander into, a number of newsies jumped on board, displaying their ignorance. One reporter, hell-bent of displaying her stupidity, was caught up and zorched by Jim Hoft over at The Gateway Pundit:


But then again, she is only continuing a long-standing, almost shocking display of financial matters and tax law obtuseness. Even more stupendous was the attempt to sabotage President Trump by the NYT back during the campaign when they claimed that he "paid no taxes" for ten years. The fact that they and their cohorts ran stories and hurled invective with that as the central premise showed a profound ignorance of operating loss carry back and carry forward rules allowing a person/firm to spread their losses over several years.

What was even more astounding was the ignorance of the writers that their own company -- the New York Times -- also used this "trick". Devoid of the ability to even grasp the simplest of tax law regarding losses, it is hard to believe that any of this cabal of ignoratii would even comprehend the more nuanced aspects of business and investment. For reference here is the back story on how badly the NYT missed the point in their story on Trump's 1995 taxes.

They are truly a pathetic lot and yet they are the ones responsible for delivering the message to the media.

March 5, 2017

"We make nightmares.."

From my misspent youth where I spent several years constructing a fresh hell for America's enemies, here's a little riff that bears repeating. The opening title sequence, for the record, is:


Yea, though I work in the valley of the shadow of Death,
I fear no evil.

For where there is ONE, there is always THREE.

I preparest my aircraft to receive the iron..
..that will be delivered in the presence of my enemies.
Thy ALCM and JDAM they comfort me.

Power is given to the aircrew
to make peace upon the world
by way of the sword.

And when the call went out
"Behold the sword of Stealth"
And his name that flew with him was Death
And Hell followed him

For the day of wrath has come
And mercy shall not be given.



..think of these as the USAF's Grey Ladies.

March 3, 2017

Русские идут


The desperation truly is showing. A ton of shit thrown against the wall since late the early morning on November 9th, 2016 and so far nothing sticks. the latest mantra is this queasy, risible meme that Sessions met with the Russians only going to show how monumentally stupid the "The Stupider Party" (as opposed to the GOPe which is the original stupid party) is getting. If meeting with Russkies is a criteria for disqualification from office, then a lot of these assholes will soon be out of work:







You can add Skeletor (Nancy Pelosi) to this illustrious group as well. That lying sack of shit, it seems, has been hangin' with Putin's homeys and exchanging gifts with them since time immemorial.

Pelosi before her most recent facelift..

..and Plelosi after the face lift. (Or is is before? I get confused.)



..and now, with all that in mind, comrades, please rise, place your hand over your heart, bow your heads as we listen to a word from our sponsors.


..Спасибо, товарищи!