A whole civilization will die tonight, never to be brought back again.

From Dr. Strangelove… Slim Pickens riding the bomb down

The caption of this post is the latest insane quote from our so called POTUS.

A whole civilization will die tonight, never to be brought back again.~~ Donald J. Trump

It sounds like he is threatening to wipe out a whole country. For what? They did not bow down to his royal ass? Of course, this is referring to Iran and oil shipments. The problem with tRump and his malAdministration is that none of them are chess players, they are not even checker players.  They cannot see the global chess board one move in front of them.  How else could they start an immoral, unneeded war that was urged on by the madman in Israel, and the power hungry, greedy leader of Saudi Arabia?

Might does not make right.

Truth is I really do not know what to say.  This is beyond comprehension. This is not the country that I have loved and been proud of for most of my life. Not by a long shot.  This cluster f*** is even worse than I could have imagined. I would have never envisioned the United States as a terrorist country, but we are fast becoming one.

For a more nuance and scholarly take on the the catastrophe that is dangling over us like the Sword of Damocles go to Paul Krugman’s video for today:  Our Darkest Hour (read the transcript – it is quicker and easier)

What has the MAGA mob gotten us into.  May Huitzilopochtli save us all.

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Reading While Blind

There is an anecdote told about Abraham Lincoln rejecting a man suggested for a Cabinet position as Lincoln did not like his face. His advisor remarked that a man is not responsible for his face. To which Lincoln purportedly replied that anyone over 40 is responsible for his own face.

I did a cursory search on the Internet to verify the veracity of this statement.  It may or may not have been said by him.  Similar comments have been attributed to several folks over the years.  It seems to have been a meme current at that time, but I am going with Lincoln.

I have riffed on this anecdote and said something somewhat similar — anyone over the age of 40 is Continue reading “Reading While Blind”

Childhood Memories of Emily Post

I was leaving the neighborhood in my pick-em-up truck when I noticed a middle-aged woman walking her dog.  She was of what used to be call an average built, but now days would pass for skinny.  What grabbed my attention was that she was wearing some very short shorts. She had bent over from the waist to clean up after her pet, and her derriere, encased in the bare minimum, was pointed directly at me.  I waffled between staring and not looking.

This brought up a childhood memory.  My mother had a book of etiquette in the house.  There are several from that period, but for some reason I remember it as being Emily Post’s book, Etiquette.  It may have well been another author, but that one pops to mind.  They appear to have been fairly Continue reading “Childhood Memories of Emily Post”