(STAY) OUT OF AFRICA

I haven’t posted this in years, but it’s a helpful reminder to plan for contingencies:

R.I.P.

STUPID IS AS STUPID DOES

Just more proof that you can't fix stupid:  https://x.com/iAnonPatriot/status/2025986301699182753

If you wish to argue with an irrational person, you'll make better use of your time by walking outside at night and howl at the moon, just as this person exemplifies after moving from the U.S. to Canada.  She thought leaving the U.S. was her moral imperative, until she discovered that it wasn't.  All she did was transfer her unhappiness from one country to another.  Rinse, gargle and repeat gets lost on such folks.

Her reason for moving was political.  Reality can be such a b***h. 

I'm just hoping that Rosie O'Donnell is not allowed back into the U.S.  She once was a funny comedienne.  Then she started thinking out loud, assuming her voice mattered.  I was a bad decision.  

As Mark Twain once wrote, "Keep you mouth shut and people will only think you are stupid.  Open it, and you remove all doubt."

 

STUPID IS AS STUPID DOES

 

Some days it feels like the world has gone crazy.

Or maybe it only happens in the small world of our lives.

I think it’s the latter, but it’s no less real.

Can people really be so stupid?  I’m thinking of the dumbass girl that got herself shot if the face when trying to mow down an ICE officer with her car in Minneapolis.  How do you spell STUPID?  Do you actually think the guy would let himself get driven over just to prove her point?  I doubt you are that dumb.

Yes, is the answer, in regards to her.  I’m not sure she actually was thinking at the moment, other than some righteous act.  Consequences didn’t enter the picture.  Some people actually are that stupid.  She proved it.  Her action exemplifies the same people who turned George Floyd into a hero, drug-addicted miscreant that he was. 

I don’t know what they are drinking up there in Minnesota, but they need to get off the nipple.  It’s deadly.  I’m sorry this girl died, but nature has a way of cleaning out the gene pool.  Let’s refuse to turn her into a hero.  We do so at our peril.  She is just another example of the tragic sense of life.  She forced that perilous moment upon herself.  I regret that she did, but it was her choice, stupid though it was.  If you create a life or death moment, bet on the person with a gun.  ‘Nuff said.

I can only imagine her parent’s grief, and I feel for them, but I also suspect they probably harbor a ghostly thought, namely, “told ya’ so,” though they never will say it, nor should they, given that they just lost a child.  It’s sad, but true.  Look inwardly and I know you know what I mean.  There is a tragic sense to life.  Ideocracy comes with consequences.  We should choose our causes carefully.  My advice is to find a stable life and stick with it, whether you live alone or with someone.  Make God your anchor.  Otherwise, float on the surface until the next big fish takes you down.  Refuse to be someone’s next meal.  You will live longer, on your own terms, and much happier.

I offer this advice for free.  Do with it as you will.

 

SPEAKING OF ASS-KISSERS

 

George Stephanopoulis is an ass-kisser par excellance.

Everyone knows it.  He’s a weenie.  His lips aren’t brown by accident.

His supporters can’t get enough of him, little weenie though he is.  Otherwise, he’d be following Joy Reid down the primrose path to oblivion.  I guess he’s the poster child for white supremacy, the Democrat version.  Can you even imagine him on the front line of any battle?  Me, either.

His detractors ignore him.  Kudos to them.  The guy likes his job and his salary.  He’s not a fool in that regard.  He plays the game, as always.  It’s just more difficult these days.  I suspect he’s a really nice guy when the day is over and he gets home.  But then work comes.  Make-up.  A coif of the hair.  Straighten that tie.  Act serious.  Cameras in 3, 2, 1. 

What a tool.  But, hey, he’s okay with it.  Everyone needs to make a living.  What’s a little embarrassment along the way?  He doesn’t seem to mind. His “tough questions” are just the set-up for an obvious response.  Instead of ass-licking, he invites an ass-kicking.  What does he care?  The checks still cash.  So he endures the whoop ass, such as here:  https://x.com/i/status/1997682023129821281.  George was smart enough to keep his questions to a minimum, dumb as they were.  I think he has a bright future on MSNow.  Socrates and Plato would deny he’s a fellow Greek.  If they hadn’t died earlier, they would’ve died listening to his blather.  He’s not the sharpest pencil in the box.  But he does stay on point.

Taking a cue from The View, these are just my "feelings."  Facts aren’t required.  Even idiots like me know fake news when they see it.  I'm embarrassed for the other idiots out there.

If You Have a Choice, Don't Be Stupid

 

Stupid is my go-to word these days. 

I think of a Chicago term, chumbolone, referencing stupid people.  Don’t be stupid.  God gave you a brain.  Use it.  Unfortunately, some folks just can't help it.

Eric Swalwell is stupid.  Maxine Waters is stupid.  Chuck Schumer is stupid.  Hank Johnson is stupid. The accolades go without comment.

Chris van Hollen did a stupid thing when the met with “the Maryland dad” in El Salvador, so he gets into the finals.  So do AOC, Ilhan Omar, Jasmine Crockett, the state of Minnesota, et. al.  That's what happens when re-districting goes wrong and the gubernatorial candidate needs votes, aka, Tim Walz, not that he even was aware.  I think he was in China at the time.

Nancy Pelosi is not stupid until she wants to be, such as when she said we’ll need to read the ACA (under Obama) so we can see what’s in it.  She’s cunning, like Hillary, and only pretends to be stupid, though they both basically are stupid.  There’s a difference between them and the notaries mentioned above, slight as the difference may be.  Nancy and Hillary do stupid on demand.  Cunning is more their forte.  Yet, both deserve to be called stupid, and for similar reasons.  They give a new meaning to “Miss Right Now,” a title both choose to invoke when convenient, so let's not deny them their wish.  If she stayed sober, Kamala could be in the running for membership in a trinity, but, hey, she’s naturally stupid, as Willie Brown likely would tell you, so it’s a toss-up.  She earned her stripes the hard way. Everyone wants to end up on top, and Kamala discovered it's easier than you think.  Willie will agree.

There’s a reason Bill Clinton was elected President and his wife wasn’t.  He was the better con artist for while it lasted.  Then the girls complained.  By then his second term was nearly ended.  Most voters knew the difference between Bill and Hillary.  Old time elections meant something in Bill’s day, though Bill may have been on the front end of the computer curve, if you know what I mean.  Hillary, meanwhile, rode a broom and cackled a lot.  Then came George W., who never saw a spending bill he didn’t like, and then Obama, aka the Phantom of the Opera.  Man, oh man, did we expunge a lot of black guilt with Obama's election, despite the fact that he was half white.  Shame on us.  Michelle loved it more than anyone, given her fifteen minutes of fame and the money that came afterwards.  Blacks, you got what you asked for.  How much better was your life in those days?  Do you honestly think he cared more than anything but himself?  If so, put yourself in the stupid category.  And while you're at it, look at the facts. It was all about him, not about you.  He and Michelle probably would call you a chambolone.  You bit the bait on the tip of the hook.  They reeled you in, then rode off with all the prize money. If that makes you mad, it should.  Just make sure your anger is targeted in the right direction.  As I said, don't be stupid.

Next up is Gavin Newsome, a man touted these days as the next great Democrat hopeful for President, unless there's another governor in the wings.  There's certainly no one in Congress.  Unfortunately, the only thing good coming out of California under his leadership is I-40 and all other interstates leading eastward.  I’ll cite the bullet train to nowhere as an example.  You know, from L.A. to Sacramento, originally estimated at $33 billion dollars and now $100 billion over budget, just to get from San Francisco to L.A., with no rails yet laid and upwards of $130 billion to complete the project.  Look it up.  Prepare to pony up, Californians, for that slight miscalculation.  If you don't hate your tax rate, you probably don't hate it enough.  Buy a jalopy and head east.  You’ll get there faster and only for the cost of a rental truck and the cost of gas.  The savings will make you proud.  I think Elon Musk left a vapor trail.  Follow it.

If you are a glutton for punishment, move to the northeast.  I suggest New York.  Just avoid NYC.  And avoid the traffic heading toward the south end of a north-bound horse.  They’re driving fast in the other lane.  You could get killed.

My screed ends here.

DAVID HOROWITZ, RIP

One of the greats just passed away.  Cancer got him at the age of 86.  Admiration is what remains.

David Horowitz was a mensch.  His intellect was comparable to anyone's.  I admire Einstein for his expertise in physics.  Unlike Einstein, Horowitz was an intellectual.  Where Einstein's product was mathematical equations and uncanny intuitions, Horowitz's output was ideas.  He challenged the status quo.  He made us think thoughts that we hadn't fully conceived.  He thought them out for us in our practical world.  And to their logical conclusion.  Then he explained them, same as Einstein, but differently.  That's what intellectuals do.  Both men were smart in their different ways.

This is my paean to him.  My life is enriched by his journey.  God has him now and will nurture him through and beyond the transition.  In his youthful college years, he was a left-wing advocate, full of piss and vinegar, an early 1960's radical and outspoken leader in California's New Age movement in an era when free speech was at the top of the ticket.  That's what he and others fought for.  Then he watched as his "free speech" brethren moved beyond free speech and, in fact, began opposing it.  After demanding tolerance, insisting that their voices must be heard, those same folks then became intolerant, convinced that their views were the only views that mattered.  It's a slippery slope that gets faster on the way down.  

Horowitz wanted no part of it.  He was not a relativist, in which one person's views are as valid as another's.  Once you embrace relativism, you are inviting trouble in ways you never may have imagined.  It's not a hill worth dying on.  You might want to embrace relativism when you are talking with a cannibal, if only to get along, but don't turn your back on that person, else you may be what's for supper.  Instead, walk side by side until you reach the fork in the road.  Then part company and call for help.  Be open-minded, but not so open-minded that your brains fall out.  If you don't watch your back, don't blame those who are behind you, 'cause they are looking out for themselves.  It's on you if you don't understand.

I love democracy.  You are free to hold your ideas, and me mine.  Then we go out and vote, and the candidate with the most votes gets to enact laws that represent the majority's interests.  That's how voting, aka democracy, works.  The Constitution sets the rules of the game.

That's the point at which Horowitz parted company with his old friends.  They didn't like the rules of the game.  He did.  And he spoke his mind.

Like David, I loved the notion of collegial dialogue when I was a university professor.  You know, the free exchange of ideas.  You share your thoughts, I share mine, and together we search for the middle ground or perhaps some other terms of mutual refreshment.  These days, those days are gone.  We've lost our shared moral tradition, at least in the media's view and among too many politicians.  But that shared moral tradition persists.  Life teaches us sooner or later, if we have ears to hear and eyes to see.

I soon found myself on David's side of the aisle.  He got there before I did, if only because he was smarter than me.  I ended up as his colleague, and an admirer.  I wish I could have told him these things before he died.  He now is a memory, but one I won't forget until I, too, share his journey into what comes next.

I don't view this life as a final journey.  It is a passage.  A pathway.  If you think otherwise, good luck to you.  I prefer the free exchange of ideas, a mind with which to weigh them, and what comes next, the emphasis being on what comes next.  The concept of time is irrelevant.  Time is just another word for cause and effect.  It's how we measure the duration of events.  That's for this life and the four dimensions of our universe, both space and time.  Experience is what follows.  But in the eternal NOW.

 

A Mind Is A Terrible Thing To Waste

This week's Darwin Award goes to 18 year-old Nyla Simmons, recently deceased, who decided to twerk her booty atop a Cadillac Escalade in St. Louis, MO as the car cruised down the street.  Unfortunately, the driver of the vehicle decided to take a left turn without telling Nyla, whose head was down near her ankles and who subsequently fell off the roof and landed in the street.  Even more unfortunately, a firetruck was racing up behind them with sirens wailing and lights flashing, rushing to help extinguish some nearby blaze.  Nyla somehow was oblivious to the noise.  The firetruck driver was unable to swerve quickly enough to avoid the now-deceased twerker.  Firetrucks are not Escalades.

There are worse ways to go, but few are as stupid as this.

FAFO.  That's the new scientific acronym for nature's effort to clean out the gene pool.  I feel for her family, but they raised a stupid child.  I suspect the Escalade driver's IQ equals hers.  Nature tends to discard the lowest hanging fruit on the vine.  I suspect the driver is next in line for a Darwin nomination.  Illicit drugs might have been involved.  I don't know, but Escalades are expensive.

 RANDOM THOUGHTS ON A SATURDAY EVENING

After an election victory, one should wait a while before drawing conclusions.  I did.  Four months, in fact.  Now I'm weighing in.  

I live in Ass Crack, Alabama, if you listen to some dweeb know as Roger Kimball, a sourpuss RINO who hates Donald Trump.  Ass Crack, Alabama is Kimball's geographical description of my locale, not mine.  Here he is in all his brilliance, offering us his two cents worth on the Presidential election this past November:  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RdeqIGKJIUc.  I didn't think a penny could go down in value, but Kimball's opinions prove otherwise.  He thinks he's important.  Plus, he's desperately in search of political relevance.  I don't know much about this doofuss, but he's way past his expiration date, much like James Carville and Mitt Romney, who's milk soured long ago.  

From time to time, I read Roger Kimball's screeds and then ignore them.  You can thank me later.  He's a RINO and Trump hater who assured us in 2024 that Kamala would win the Presidential election, despite my sense that Kamala had no chance, owing to her obvious stupidity.  

If Kamala could double her intelligence overnight, she still would wake up stupid.  Sorry, but it's a fact.  I mean, honestly, even when she strings two intelligible thoughts together, she still ends up moving backwards.  Anyone with a sense of direction can see that.  The others think she's hot.

I don't feel sorry for her.  What's the point?  It won't matter to her, because she's too stupid to know she's stupid.  It's a merciful trait that nature bestows upon the unfortunate.  Most of her admirers are similarly endowed.  Call it the Dunning-Kruger Effect.  See here:  https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dunning%E2%80%93Kruger_effect.  Kamala devotees can skip this link: 

Dunning–Kruger effect - Wikipedia Some researchers include a metacognitive component in their definition. In this view, the Dunning–Kruger effect is the thesis that those who are incompetent in a given area tend to be ignorant of their incompetence, i.e., they lack the metacognitive ability to become aware of their incompetence. en.wikipedia.org

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"Heels Up Harris" is the only slogan that might still work for her in the future -- but only behind the scenes -- given her political skills.  She learned to use them well...her heels, I mean.  Those skills are quite effective when you're young and limber.  Most California males didn't have the opportunity to "know" Kamala in her prime, which may explain why they remained "Undecided" on election day.  Then, the more she spoke in public, those same "Undecideds" turned negative.  A skank is a skank.  Even guys understand that.

Kamala's handlers did their best to keep her away from interviews and microphones, but it never worked out as planned.  Someone eventually put a mike in her face and she spoke, which is a no-no.   Oh, well, stuff happens.  Her advisors told her to smile and walk away.  Do whatever is needed, they told her, just don't say anything.  Don't talk, they repeated, as in, keep your mouth shut.  Unfortunately, compound sentences were above her pay grade.  She spoke anyway.

Long story short, it didn't end well.

She lost the election by over two million votes.  That poor girl was not an accident waiting to happen.  She was an accident that happened long ago but got ignored until gameday.  Spending $2 billion over three months before the election bought her three months of a delusion that someone sold her on...a costly gambit.  And so un-democratic.  Rigged elections, anyone?  Her supporters assumed Americans would forget about the "Heels Up" part, and the part about skipping a Democrat primary in favor of a left-handed coup, but they didn't.  I'm glad the Kamala funders squandered their money.  And I'm glad Kamala was stupid enough to believe she had a chance to win, but, hey, that's Kamala, right?  "Heels Up" can only get you so far.  You can't fix stupid.  Or make an excuse for your posture for success.

Accept the woman for who she is.  Her picture should be on display in the dictionary beside the word "phony."  Let's be honest.  Kamala is stupid.  Plain and simple.  Her problem can't be fixed.  She's dumb as a rock.  And to say "she's smarter than me" is not a compliment to her or you.  That's the bottom line.  If you disagree, cf. "phony" and insert your own picture.  There likely won't be much of a gap between your picture and hers.  Beyond that, I can't help.

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Shepherds in olden times were the very ones you wanted with you in an alley fight and as a best friend.  In those days, shepherds guarded sheep.  It wasn't as easy as you imagine.  Lions and wolves preyed on those animals.  The shepherd's job was to run off, fight away or kill those predators before they cost him his livelihood.  Yet, like David in the Old Testament, shepherds usually had little more than a sling or spear to ward off danger.  Those shepherds who survived made do with what they had, and to good effect.  And all to protect the innocent lambs who couldn't defend themselves.  Yes, that's the kind of friend I want.  I'm not saying I'm a sheep.  I'm just saying I'm not a shepherd. and I'd like one of them fighting beside me in a dark alley.  The shepherd likely would inspire me to fight more tenaciously than I imagined.

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The beauty of being a college professor is this:  Not only are you getting a monthly paycheck, but the kids in class know nothing, basically, beyond what you tell them, and they certainly know nothing about your IQ, which likely is a blessing.  They are the clay and you are the molder of clay.  You own them, except for the ones you're sleeping with.  'Fess up.  We know.  Fortunately for you, most of them are over 18, so it's legal.  But, still....

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If you watch the MSM, you get what you deserve, or at least what you seek.  They have breakfast ready and waiting every morning, if you are hungry.  They hope you are.  That's why they also serve lunch and supper.  They aim to fatten you up.  Just don't lose your appetite.  Breakfast will be there in the morning.  

If you trust them for "news," you're a fool.  They are there for the paycheck, same as you when you turn off the TV and leave for work.

Start from there. 

 

                                

IVANKA THE TERMINATOR

 

I’m proud of Ivanka Trump.  She takes after her Dad.  See here:  

https://rumble.com/v6r3cko-ivanka-trump-demonstrating-her-jiu-jitsu-skills-has-the-internet-going-craz.html.

I suspect she can kick most women’s asses (to man-splain), aside from those women who cage fight.  Dating Ronda Rousey is on my bucket list.  As for fighting against men, don’t hold your breath.  You'll be wasting oxygen.  One guy’s punch, or more, would settle that conflict.  Don't kid yourselves, ladies.  Otherwise, it will hurt.  Don't FAFO.  Watch here: 

https://nypost.com/2020/05/30/male-baltimore-cop-knocks-woman-out-in-shocking-video/

and here:

https://www.youtube.com/shorts/iPbNqjSIs5U

The videos may be painful, but they help explain why women are better equpped to carry and nurture babies and men aren't, at least not in the same way.  Our hormones work differently.  Capiche?  The Godfather tells one side of the story.  The fairies in The Wizard of Oz tell the other.  Will the new "tranny" fad get us beyond the male/female distinction?  Spoiler alert:  It won't, but it's fun to watch.

Ivanka’s video is choreographed.  Her male opponent just goes with the flow.  It's a "made for video" moment.

Still, it’s a good video for women with a fighting spirit who want to stand up for themselves.  And stay in shape, which should keep the guys interested.  Plus, it may buy you a second or two to run away...into the arms of...a guy?  

Two thumbs up, Ivanka.  You go, girl.  Just pick your fights carefully.  And run fast.  Otherwise, what’s the point, unless you're fighting another girl?

Wonder Woman is a fantasy.  

I understand.  You are your father's child.   But you have other things going for you, as you well know.  Stick with them.  

 

YOU’VE LOST THAT LOVING FEELING

 

In a maudlin moment, I watched a video of three women reacting to the Righteous Brothers singing You’ve Lost That Loving Feeling, a song released in 1964.

OMG.  Watch the girl on the left, when her expression changes as she gets into the lyrics.  The link is at the end of the next paragraph.  The other two, caught up in the rhythm, continue to smile and sway to the music.  Obviously, they are reacting to the vibe.  The girl in red, however, changes her reaction halfway through the song.  Something in the lyrics appears to have hit home.  Just watch her and see, in comparison to her two friends.  

Pay attention to the change in her demeanor.  Her sway ends.  Her eyes close.  Her smile disappears. It’s like she’s retreating into some dark and private corner of her mind.  Were the Righteous Brothers speaking directly to her?  Was she one of those who felt love slipping away with no way to stop it?  We’re not told.  But go back and watch what happens when it appears the lyrics hit home and the joy of listening is replaced by something else.  It’s as if the lyrics laid bare some deep scar on her heart.  Watch and see:  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wRfDIGeZtFM

I’m just guessing, of course, but the change in her demeanor is obvious.  Her expression changes at this point in the song:

“Baby, baby, I get down on my knees for you,

if you would only love me, like you used to do.

We had a love, a love, a love you don’t find every day,

So don’t, don’t, don’t, don’t let it slip away”

ignore the repetition of words.  Obviously the songwriter hit a brick wall and kept repeating the same word to keep the cadence going.  The message is what I'm focused on.  The young lady in red tried to get back into the rhythm of the tune, but she couldn't do it.  I looks to me that the song evoked a brief but painful recollection, some dark memory that was cut into her soul, and then the sound of her own quiet voice saying “This shouldn't have been how things ended.”

For her sake I hope I’ve misread her reaction.  But I know a kindred spirit when I see one.

Anyway, I don’t know that young lady and never will.  But it might be a conversation worth having.  We all take secrets to the grave.  They remain written on our hearts ‘til the day we die, like demons who occupy our inner sanctum until we finally learn how to exorcise them.  Often someone comes along and steals our heart, helping to banish the demons.  Otherwise God is needed, which may be just another way of saying the same thing.  God comes to us in many forms, though sometimes only through prayer.

BTW, and on an unrelated note, is the girl in white a Diana Ross wannabe?  Didn’t afros go out of style in the 1980s, same as mullets?  Asking for a friend.