2016 archive
Misdirection Play, the Rise of Resentment Dept. 2
Werner Herzog’s Bear struggles to understand the lure of resentment. A snippet:
Follow the link.
The Art of the Con 0
Try visiting the website. You’ll see what’s there.
The World Is Their Oyster (and Their Oyster Knives Are in Hock) 0
I was lucky. My parents paid for my college education. Back in the olden days, when I was a young ‘un, that was indeed possible for middle class families. Hell, when I was a young ‘un, there was still a “middle class.”
That was before college tuition became incredibly expensive and student loans became an instrument for perpetuating penury and paying for banksters’ country-club memberships.
Aside:
I got a letter today asking me to contribute to some memorial for Ronald Reagan. I shall answer it with an envelope full of subscription cards for The Nation, hoping that the senders will read it and learn something.
But they won’t.
The White Identity Anxiety Party
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Tony Norman muses on Congressman Steve King’s attempt to keep Harriet Tubman off the double sawbuck and on King’s claim that racism has nothing to do with it. Here’s a bit:
The prospect of honoring Harriet Tubman, an ex-slave, an early American feminist and symbol of the Underground Railroad movement at the expense of Andrew “Old Hickory” Jackson was too much for the Iowa Republican who considers the elevation of any woman or minority evidence of President Barack Obama’s “radical agenda.”
Afterthought:
Maybe it’s a side-effect of Trumpery, but really, they’re not really trying to hide the racism any more. They’ve stopped whistling for the dogs; they are now calling them by name.
Behind That Curtain 5
The Guardian’s Chips with Everything podcast explores the darknet.
“An Armed Society Is a Polite Society” 2
The hunt for politeness continues apace.
The bullet travelled through the back of the front seat, where Nash was sitting. It entered his back and exited from his abdomen.
Don’t persons pay attention to where they are pointing their damned guns any more?
The stupid. It burns.
