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- March 7, 2020
- Memories of Tammy Faye
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In the beginning there was Tamy Faye Bakker. She was a charismatic christian performer and recording artist and was a favorite of the many children of my friends during the old days sporting a heavy makeup regimen and singing songs of religious praise at the drop of a hat.
Tamara Faye LaValley Bakker Messner
March 7, 1942 – July 20, 2007
She and her then husband Jim Bakker founded The PTL Club which was billed as a televangelist vehicle but appeared mostly a conduit for contributions which were then funnelled into a Christian theme park called Heritage USA.
They could not stand the overwhelming scrutiny of investigative reporters — one of whom was my room mate at Maxy College of the University of South Carolina during that time frame — checking them out and Jerry Falwell ended up owning the thing after taking a ride down the huge water slide featured there ... in a suit as I recall.
So my earliest recollections of Tammy Faye were pretty negative to say the least.
After the PTL / Heritage USA debacle she remained pretty much who she was and unscathed by all the controversy into which she had become immersed.
I must say that I was taken with that consistency of her persona during it all and she even said that all she could be was who she was and I noticed she did no time in the the legal and financial consequences of that ministry.
My favorite memories of her surround a television reality series called The Surreal Life whereby she was cohabitating with various others who were once performers including Ron Jeremy, the porn star. On one episode he showed her his crank after beckoning her to gaze down his trousers and her reaction was that of a shocked woman. She continued to be that same person I'd always encountered on television with a consistent optimism and presence which spoke volumes of that innocence which she embodied.
Later we learned that she had contracted colon cancer. It went into remission then relapse and finally became metastatic. She engaged her final television appearance looking perfectly ragged and haggard from the ravages of her disease and yet ... she did a full news spot making statements and answering questions despite that which she suffered which was obviously devastating.
So I am left feeling sorry for those harsh thoughts I had for her and in retrospect I feel she was likely not a part of the illegal activities for which she has been associated. Her ending was quite severe and she faced it with dignity and composure ... in full makeup.
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- March 6, 2020
- Dudeism and a lack of suitable activities
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Dudeism is an ersatz philosophical ideation some consider their religion and lifestyle. It is inspired by "The Dude", a character in the Coen Brothers' film entitled The Big Lebowski.
Dudeism's stated primary objective is to promote a modernistic Taoist orientation with additional concepts from the Ancient Greek philosophy as presented by the character of Jeffrey "The Dude" Lebowski portrayed by Jeff Bridges in the film.
March 6th is the annual sacred high holy day of Dudeism:
The Day of the Dude
All of this is taken entirely too seriously by some and I find that both amusing and somewhat sad.
However, inasmuch as I've never sat down and actually viewed the flick having had many opportunities to do so ... perhaps I am unqualified to even have an opinion at all.
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- March 5, 2020
- Remembering John Belushi
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I remember John Belushi from the old days ...
John Adam Belushi
January 24, 1949 – March 5, 1982
back when I thought Saturday Night Live was really funny and not this leftist libtard derivative nothingness that has taken the place of real writing on television since the writer's strike of the 1980s.
He could take a smattering of quips and pans and turn it into a riot before your very eyes back in his heyday.
That improvisational comedic virtuoso which he was gave rise to performance pieces in musical and physical comedy and variety entertainment and he flourished ... at least outwardly at first.
Like all gems of the entertainment industry John Belushi fell victim to that fame and fortune which became his and he died from an overdose combination of drugs at the Chateau Marmont in LA back in 1982 from an injected drug cocktail called "speedball" in his hotel room.
I was some 30 miles South in El Toro on that day and it was somewhat numbing if not halfway ignored by me in those throes of being thrust into an untenable situation of my own during that timeframe.
Mr Belushi was typically billed as an American actor and comedian who delved into singing.
His debut was that of one of the seven original cast members of the NBC sketch comedy show Saturday Night Live.
He and Dan Akroyd were fairly inseparable coming from common commedic roots.
He received a star on the Hollywood Walk of Fame in 2004 which was awarded 22 years posthumously.
How long we forget. The most recurring thoughts I have of him since his passing involve how he might have faired in the absence of Cathy Smith on March 5th of that last tumultuous year.
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- March 4, 2020
- Bots behaving badly
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So much for the Asimov Seldonian approach to bot behavior algorithms on the web. We already have a number of bots that come onto the network of another and act as though they own it.
Lets see, I don't want to mention any names ... googlebot.
A "Seldonian algorithm" is a conceptual term coined by one Hari Seldon, the Isaac Asimov science fiction Foundation series character who once proclaimed three laws of robotics:
• A robot may not injure a human being or, • through inaction, allow a human being to come to harm • A robot must obey the orders given it by human beings except where such orders would conflict with the First Law
Now a badly behaved bot will pretty much ignore the directives contained in robots.txt ... and this is googlebot up one side and down the other. They seem to observe disallow / pretty much up to a point.
But the fact of the matter is that they are not the primadonnas they believe themselves to be and it is well within my ability to deliver something particularly nasty retrograde were I who they think they are.
I never ceased to be amazed by the little sycophant seo so-called "professionals" touting how 'google knows the best way to walk you site' in that effort to appear to be something they're not: technically proficient.
Then, googlebot will add new subnets into the mix in an effort to curtail firewall usage. Herein is my biggest problem with the thugs. When I firewall one of your subnets that means go away. Don't use another to get in. I'll just research and determine those, put them in the mix, and firewall you even longer than I might have otherwise.
I'm not so opposed to the walking of my sites by their spiders as I am the biased search results produced and generally misleading they engage in as a "matter of business". In other words, behave or begone.
I don't value the leftist libtard google, googlebot, youtube, alphabet, or any other property associated with them and I dare say that generic search engine which worked beautifully is something to be mourned since it has been replaced with an algorithm designed for bias and control of the feeble network denizens who think google is something "good" ... when they are purest pushy technoevil.
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- March 3, 2020
- When contact becomes unnecessary
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I've reached this point where all I care to do anymore when returning from work is take an afternoon nap then vege out in front of the teevee for a number of hours and pursue a bite of supper and perhaps putz around on the computer a smidge then retire for the evening.
I'm sure this has others in my midst somewhat miffed when they compare this behavior to the old me ... the consumate social butterfly flitting around hither thither and yon ...
Friendly with everyone. My tendencies toward those socius inclinations having ebbed a long while back. I used to feel obligated to make excuses but now I simply revel in the unsocial nature of it all and I don't let anyone bother me.
Sure, I could and probably should be the helpful twit I once was but it was all for naught then and now it's even more a shame to allow others to use me for their own ends when the only one who helps me anymore is my mother.
So when you can't raise me in the mail or on the phone or on any electronic media as well just remember: I'm out here practicing that inevitable avoidance that keeps me from going crazy so kindly just leave me alone. I tried the sociality eager to help stuff for a long time and all it got me was used.
All people could do is tell me what they might have done for me but didn't. I suppose I simply wasn't worthy enough for a hand when I really needed it.
So now, all I can do is quiesce and maintain this suboptimal existence lest I fall back into the fray and find my life is no longer mine once again.
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- March 2, 2020
- Remembering Dusty Springfield
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One of my favorite childhood singers was Dusty Springfield. I used to buy her 45 rpm singles and play them over and over on my sister's little record player. They were some of the first lyrics I acquired in my life and now I have a massive collection of text files containing various song lyrics.
Mary Isabel Catherine Bernadette O'Brien
April 16, 1939 - March 2, 1999
I would watch her on television programs and sing along with her from time to time. My lack of sophistication made me totally disinterested in her personal life and all I knew was that public persona with which I was enamoured and pursued during the evolution of my musical tastes.
Mary Isabel Catherine Bernadette O'Brien grew into the performer Dusty Springfield and became a singer, musician, presenter on television, and record producer. She worked in the genres of R&B, Pop, and the so-called "blue eyed soul" musical styles and to hear her soft and melodious voice turn powerful belting out various riffs was something to behold.
Hers was a world of vocals, playing the guitar and piano as well as percussion instruments and her multiple talents were not wasted on her venues, nor was her beautiful singing voice. She worked with the likes of the Pet Shop Boys, The Springfields, Sweet Inspirations, and Burt Bacharach creating a niche which was that television performance which brought her to the fore of popularity before her tragic premature death from cancer.
She was inducted into the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame two weeks posthumously.
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- March 1, 2020
- The Detectable Front
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This notion of the lovelorn is somewhat sad, somewhat pitiful, and somewhat exasperating.
How many times have I seen women sitting in various break rooms crying when they're supposed to be out working ...
Even my own emotions used to control me at times and looking back I have contempt for my lack of that ability to separate some integrated background moment from a present situation at hand.
So now, I'm one of those people you really can't read. I might be happy or sad but you'll typically say I look angry because I'm not sporting some goofy grin on my face like all too many of the others I encounter ...
When my heart is broken I just keep it to myself and get on with life and the situation "which is" refusing to delve into "what was" as that effort in futility it remains.
Cold ? No, just detached. I used to be referred to as "aloof".
I wasn't always there but have been so for quite a few years now. I think when the Navy put me on the pad for mutiny, sedition, and conspiracy I pretty much lost all fear of my fellow men in their pusuit of the abject terror of others.
Stupid officers. Stupid men. I just bided my time and went before the XO and explained myself to her and was exonerated totally.
Such is life ... people want to put things on you and it's up to you to decline to accept them.
Sometimes that assertiveness you project will make or break you in this regard.
Personally, I'm of the 'raging bull' type of assertiveness as evidenced by my 'nuke them from orbit' attitudes toward some things.
So now, if all you have to offer is a steady stream of tedium no thank you. As of somewhere around 1976 I'd had enough drama for an entire lifetime so save that drama for your mama.
I'm not playing around with just anyone anymore.
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- February 29, 2020
- Rare Disease Day 2020
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So in the days of COVID-19 nee coronavirus we are headed for more trouble that we can imagine at this juncture.
When a World Health Organization turd Dr Ezekiel Emanuel, an Obama plant, liberal puppet, and resident low skill gadfly who needs to be silenced manually can shoot off his leftist libtard mouth in an effort to strike panic in the nation we need to reach out and impress upon him that he does not speak for the administration anymore and advise him regarding the hazards of unqualified criticism directed in that same ole subterfuge which is the democratic party and their ilk.
Turdbirds like him not withstanding, we are in the midst of a rare disease which has only been known of late having escaped a facility in Wuhan China because the Chinese are so inept at developing biological weapons that they would loose one on their own people and then silence those who protest ...
This is Rare Disease Day an observance held on the last day of February in an effort to raise awareness for rare diseases and improve access to treatment and medical representation for individuals with rare diseases and their families.
There needs to be a reckoning with those outside the administration who would cast aspersions in an effort to promote nationwide panic.
This issue is bad enough with the likes of Dr Ezekiel Hussain Obama Turdbird Emanuel running his yap to promote sensational spin on a disease process that grows more scary by the hour.
Then the WHO and UN want to dance around the declaration of "pandemic" to further this ruse to try and spin the situation more out of kilter ... Let us just eject both Dr Ezekiel "Hussein Obama" Turdbird Emanuel and the World Health Organization both from the Republic and get our own medical resources busy with the problem at hand rather than these meaningless theatrics of the left.
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- February 27, 2020
- Poor Poor Pitiful Dylann Roof
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So the incarceration of Dylann Roof isn't going along those lines he expected. Lets see, a white supremacist mass murderer is supposed to be treated with those kid gloves associated with the utmost respect and admiration.
The young idiot Mr Roof feels that he's being verbally harassed and abused without cause as well as being treated disproportionately harsh in letters to the AP.
So this 25 year old who murdered nine church members who had taken him in and shared their worship service with him can't take that heat secondary to the consequences of his actions.
He claims an attitude of hatred by the general public makes his jailers feel justified in "abusing" him.
All I can say is look kid:
You are the one who pulled a gun in a house of worship and drew down on the congregation then killed 9 of them and took off only to be captured in North Carolina a short while later.
In the book of Leviticus you should have been taken out and stoned to death immediately. As far as I am personally concerned, you got off easy.
Your victims:
Clementa C. Pinckney (41) the church's pastor and a South Carolina state senator Cynthia Marie Graham Hurd (54) Bible study member and manager for the Charleston County Public Library system; sister of former state senator Malcolm Graham Susie Jackson (87) Bible study and church choir member. She was the oldest victim of the shooting Ethel Lee Lance (70) the church's sexton Depayne Middleton-Doctor (49) Pastor who was also employed as a school administrator and admissions coordinator at Southern Wesleyan University Tywanza Sanders (26) Bible study member; grandnephew of victim Susie Jackson. He was the youngest victim Daniel L. Simmons (74) Pastor who also served at Greater Zion AME Church in Awendaw Sharonda Coleman-Singleton (45) Pastor; also a speech therapist and track coach at Goose Creek High School; mother of MLB prospect Chris Singleton Myra Thompson (59) Bible study teacher
Just ask the families of your victims how unfairly they feel they were treated. Unscrupulous and immoral murderers do not deserve the mercy of the righteous — which they gave to you freely of their own accord in the spirit of agape ... which of course is purest Christian love; something likely missed along the way in your upbringing.
Selah.
I keep wondering in that clarity of retrospect if young Mr Roof wishes he might have thought things out a little more ... perhaps a little bit better prior to such devastating actions from which the consequences thereof his poor parents cannot save him.
I'm grateful that I never messed up this badly in my life. My parents were always able to pull me from the fire ... even if I did have to enlist.
We often don't know why we go astray. We only know that we do. Some of us more than others.
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- February 26, 2020
- On Arresting Six Year Olds and other Idiocy
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That stupid leftist libtard idiocy so characteristic of the public education system raised it's ugly head again in Orlando when a six year old was restrained with wire tie handcuffs and hauled off from school for allegedly 'kicking and punching' and other childlike mannerisms children undertake in their lack of experience and worldly comportment.
This happened at her Orlando Charter School.
The arresting officer indicated that this measure was "not what you think" implying a gentle handling of the child offender.
Why didn't they arrest the incompetent school staff as well.
While I'm fine with school discipline this notion that a child can be arrested and hauled off from school in this manner speaks volumes for both the ineptitude of educators in general and that lack of judgment proliferating in juvenile justice as well.
Those frustrations associated with unruly children may indeed drive an adult to distraction ... but when we devolve to a society which casually arrests and hauls off six year olds in the name of juvenile justice our system is beyond broken.
All I'm saying is when I was six, though I likely would not have kicked or punched I certainly might have cried and carried on in a similar manner and placing wire tie handcuffs on me would have made the situation much worse at this point in my life when I would have been out to enact revenge with extreme prejudice.
How you treat a child in school is a determining factor in that type of adult they become. I am living proof that public education is the biggest mistake perpetrated on the children of the US.
This child should have been sent home, not to jail. I hope the kid's grandma sues and wins.
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- February 25, 2020
- Remembering Bill Paxton
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One of my favorite actors of all time was Bill Paxton. Ever since Aliens and his portrayal of the Marine Hudson it was pretty much me and him from then on.
I watched most everything he was in looking for those subtle nuances he always brought to the role ...
Game over man
Private Hudson
Portrayed by Bill Paxton
Aliens (1986)
William Paxton was born in Fort Worth Texas on May 17, 1955 ,,, just a smidge over a month younger than me. He began in music and became a character actor extraordinaire.
Those films I most enjoyed included The Terminator, Commando, Weird Science, Aliens, Near Dark, Predator 2, Tombstone, Twister, Titanic, Nightcrawler, and Marvel's Agents of SHIELD as well as his award winning portrayal Randall McCoy in the History channel miniseries Hatfields & McCoys. What a disturbing film that turned out to be for me personally.
He died while we were both 61 on February 25, 2017 from a post operative stroke.
There by the grace of God go I.
If life were truly fair he would still be around flexing that thespian muscle and rewarding the viewers of his filmography with innumerable excellent performances.
I have missed his work in my entertainment life.
Rest in peace.
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- February 24, 2020
- The Issue with Room Mates
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When I was young there was the concept of room mates. People would cohabitate and split expenses between them in an effort not to spend those meager wages of the early 1970s as quickly as might happen otherwise.
There were innumerable acquaintances who were room mates and they enjoyed their lives as the result of this additional expendable income from the arrangement.
Me, I never wanted a "room mate" stranger cohabitating with me in my life.
Call me unsocial, call me whatever you like ... the entire concept of living with someone I don't know has been abhorrent to my existence.
This attitude has pretty much remained to this day. I avoid conversations leading toward the area of habitation sharing because as my best old ex-friend Tom used to say "living by yourself is a groove".
The people who attempt to call me to the fence for a discussion of how they need a room mate is largely left on deaf ears. This vision of some needy "organ donor" stranger repels me. Those females juggling five children from various baby daddies likewise are getting nowhere with me.
How can a female who has had sex with everyone in the immediate area really consider herself attractive anyway — besides the fact that she may be 40 years younger and all.
I simply cannot become a welfare check supplement.
It's really not up for negotiation or debate because it takes two for any discussion and I'm simply not having it.
I don't intend to be unsociable or project a mean attitude by any stretch of the imagination. However, by the same token I don't intend to become prey either and my place can't be shared by just anyone anymore.
Suffice it to say that your baby daddies need to take responsibility for your ugly little offspring of diverse colors and leave it at that. Crayolas need to be taken from a box of crayons not delivered by an obstetrician.
I don't know, it may be selfish but some men decline to assume the duties secondary to those carnal inclinations of women — nor those associated responsibilities created by other men.
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- February 23, 2020
- The Broken Heart
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There is a uniquely human concept known as "the broken heart" whereby people become immensely sad usually as the result of unrequited love and that sequela rejection and moving on.
Sensations include the heart being perceived as a cold lump in the chest which attempts to sustain a person in the absence of that will to go on.
There is an emptiness otherwise said to pervade the very soul.
Happiness appears to depart for parts unknown to the point when those affected are no longer interested in where it's gone.
They shun approach and interaction.
They refrain from interpersonal interaction and decline to smile or speak or even acknowledge that others exist.
There is this dark acceptance of being done and other considerations become secondary.
Its easy to let go. The difficulty lay in attempting to grasp at nothing.
Such is the convoluted recovery process for those who allow others to control their emotions.
I dare say these type of antics are primarily a manifestation of the young crowd and likely dissipate when a person hits their forties.
I know I used to go bat crap crazy over my smattering of lovelorn episodes.
Now, it's move on and stay out of my way.
How Can You Mend a Broken Heart
I can think of younger days
When living for my life
Was everything a man could want to do
I could never see tomorrow
But I was never told about the sorrow
How can you mend a broken heart?
How can you stop the rain from falling down?
How can you stop the sun from shining?
What makes the world go round?
How can you mend this broken man? How can a loser ever win?
Please help me mend my broken heart
And let me live again
I can still feel the breeze
That rustles through the trees
And misty memories of days gone by
We could never see tomorrow
But no one said a word about the sorrow
How can you mend a broken heart?
How can you stop the rain from falling down
How can you stop the sun from shining
What makes the world go round
And how can you mend this broken man? How can a loser ever win?
Please help me mend my broken heart
And let me live again
La la la la la la, la la la la
La la la la la la, la la la la
Please help me mend my broken heart
And let me live again
Da da da da
Da da da da, da da da da da, da
Performed by the Bee Gees
Song by Barry Gibb and Robin Gibb
Lyrics
© Warner Chappell Music, Inc
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- February 22, 2020
- The Poor Sheep Clone Dolly
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Dolly July 5, 1996 - February 14, 2003When your existence is solely for the benefit of others what good is it ?
There was a sheep named Dolly which was cloned from 3 mothers via a process called "nuclear transfer":
1 provided the egg 1 provided the genetics from a somatic (body) cell 1 carried and gave birth to the clone
The birth of Dolly was announced on this day in 1997.
She had six offspring who were normal by all accounts. When she was 4 years old it is claimed that she developed arthritis and began walking stiffly.
This claim has been subsequently disputed in the literature.
On February 14, 2003, Dolly was euthanised because she was suffering with progressive lung disease and alleged severe arthritis. It was discovered later that she had developed cancer as well.
Thus ended the life of "the world's most famous sheep". Sad to think that her total existence was for research.
Nothing left to the imagination. Other clones of this animal have grown normally and lived a full life. As for Dolly, she was stuffed and placed on display as the item of genetic curiosa she is.
Again, nothing in her life really benefited her.
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