Update: I’m having issues with the sidebar. It appears when I click on individual posts, but not when viewing the front page. I am working on it, but doing so carefully. In the meantime, I’m not getting upset (keep repeating to yourself, “Frank, it’s only a
hobby learning opportunity”) and hope you don’t either. I will document my adventures in this post in the area below the fold. In the meantime, you may see strange things happening as I test, but the regular stream of drivel will continue unless everything stops working. If you want to email me, the email link, which is normally over there —-> on the sidebar, is email@example.com.
I will update this post as I try to shoot the trouble.
Just another day in the NRA’s Garden of Eden.
She had just hugged him in the kitchen of the family’s Florida City home, police said. As they separated and Tedra King walked away, Martaevious pointed a loaded semi-automatic handgun at her. Then he pulled the trigger and killed her.
Martaevious told police it was an accident.
More guns would have no doubt prevented this.
What’s with all these people calling on the phone “because you’ve recently stayed at one of our resorts” when I haven’t stayed at a resort in this century? Many many busienss-persons’ hotels, yes, but no resorts.
You too should check out OTR.net. You’ll be glad you did. (But you must be able to play audio in Real format, and, as RealPlayer no long supports a Real operating system, that is, Linux, you must have access to Windows or Crapple).
(Oh my, I’ve turned into such a Linux geek.)
Penn State University discovers that drinking is a problem at college fraternities!
In other news, Penn State announces that preliminary studies indicate that the sky may be blue and that it is applying for a research grant to determine the color of grass.
Shaun Mullen, in a lengthy post, cites ways in which he believes Hillary Clinton contributed to her own loss. I’m excerpting perhaps the most perjorative portion of his post, which in its entirely is rather balanced, because I want to disagree with it.
History will show that Clinton’s propensity for self-inflicted wounds, as well as some very bad luck, was gasoline that helped fuel the fire that The Times story so compellingly recounts. These wounds included a penchant for secrecy that was driven, most certainly in part, by her right-wing tormenters that nevertheless resulted in her questionable use of a private email server and squirrely email practices, shadowy family foundation activities and enormous paydays making private speeches to Wall Street fat cats while publicly decrying their profligacy.
And while I’m piling on, what did Clinton stand for? Why was she running for president? Beyond “because it’s my turn,” I still have not been able to suss out a plausible answer, and neither could the staffers calling the shots in a presidential campaign so atrociously run that it resembled a Kafka-esque comedy minus the laughs unless you consider the consequence — a Trump presidency — to be funny.
I found it quite clear what Hillary Clinton stood for: moderation, sanity, and continued progress on the economy and human rights. So she is not an ideologue; generally, ideologues do not fare well in American national elections, whether the ideologue is, just to pick two, George Wallace or Bernie Sanders. (As for Donald Trump, though he sounds like an ideologue to please his base, his actions indicate that, if he idealizes anything, it’s TV ratings; he is a hollow man, a blowhard who says whatever he thinks his audience of the moment wants to hear.)
Werner Herzog’s Bear suggests that Trumpery is all about the spectacle. A snippet:
Trump’s obsession with spectacle continues. He still attacks “fake news” even in interviews with the AP and other mainstream news outlets that give him a platform. In his most recent interview he has infamously gloated about how his ratings on cable news were the highest since 9/11. He has defended Sean Spicer’s ineptitude by citing his “ratings” as well. He dropped the much-promoted “Mother Of All Bombs” in a military operation that was more spectacle that war. He has called the entire Senate to come be briefed by him in what is likely a photo-op rather than a national security summit.
Trump is a medicine show, and persons bought enough snake oil to blow up the world.
Get a load of the politeness.
The Palm Beach County Sheriff’s Office said Monday that 55-year-old Darryl Rudolph was in a storage room fixing items at Sugar D’s Adult Club in West Palm Beach on Friday when another worker moved a gun off a shelf in an adjacent room and it fired.
Just another day in NRA Paradise.
At The Roanoke Times, John Long updates the glossary. A snippet:
• “I don’t know what time it is. I left my phone in the car.”*
• “I wanted to take a picture but I didn’t have enough memory.”
• “I got a discount on my cup of coffee! Only four bucks!”
• “I wanted to finish my book today, but the battery died.”
More neologisms at the link.
I haven’t worn a watch since that day about 10 years ago when I was at a job site discussing with three other folks about my age when to schedule a demonstration of something. After someone said, “What time is good?” all three of us pulled out our cell phones to check the time . . . .