Kevin Spacey was accused of sexually assaulting actor Anthony Rapp when Rapp was 14 years old.

Spacey has responded by coming out to live as a gay man. 

This move reminds me a lot of playing tag as a kid.  There was always that slow kid, who just before he was tagged, grabbed a tree and yelled “BASE!!!  You can’t tag me.”

This is Spacey running to Gay and saying “LGBT VICTIM STATUS!!! You can’t touch me.”

The latest coming out of Hollywood is that Kevin Spacey is now a Gay man who has sexually abused boys in the past. I believe that makes him the sixth o seventh Hollywood critter involved in what appears to be  gigantic culture of sexual predation that it would even shock drunken Vikings and advancing Soviet troops.

Of course, the “news” of the day will be who will Special Prosecutor Mueller will indict in the now confirmed phony Trump-Russia scandal, which fully created and  paid by the DNC and the Hillary Clinton Campaign.

Hugo Chavez was a socialist, what was key in how his rise to power.  Then Venezuela collapsed economically.

Right on cue, socialists began their explanation how Venezuela wasn’t really socialism.

Did the Soviet Union kill 20 million people?  Sure, but it wasn’t really communist.  Neither was Mao, Pol Pot, North Viet Nam, Cuba, or any of the other nations around the world were socialism/communism has been tried and failed, leaving a wake of mass graves and millions dead.

How can modern supporters of socialism/communism be so naive?  How can they deny the legacy of socialism/communism?

The truth is, they are not naive.  They know exactly what socialism/communism is all about.  They just want bullshit you into letting them assume power at which point they will kill you.

In the campus hysterics of the post Trump election era, campus communists have made that abundantly clear.

The Kent State Socialist Collective told pro capitalists that their place is in the gulags.  Yes they did.

The original tweet has been deleted but the reply is still on twitter.

This doesn’t surprise me much, Kent State was the school where the Ohio National Guard had to shoot a bunch of communist students for supporting Cambodian communists against Richard Nixon.

Over at Iowa State, the Young Democratic Socialists for America are calling for the extermination of capitalists (again, the original tweet has been deleted).

The mask has totally fallen off.  It isn’t about some equitable distribution of economic outcome and universal healthcare blah, blah, blah whatever these people say to try to make socialism sound all warm and fuzzy.

This is “we are going to take everyone we disagree with and put them in a prison camp and execute them.”

There is no hiding it now, no matter how many tweets they delete.

They.  Want.  You.  Dead.  Because you disagree with them.

He wants to kill you.  Make no mistake about that.

Fortunately for us, he looks too limp-wristed to make a pistol cycle.

This is why I own guns.

I’m marathoning my way through Star Trek: The Next Generation.

I am on Season 1, Episode 7: Justice.

The Enterprise just finished a very stressful mission.  They have been in deep space for months.  They arrive at a planet populated by a species called the Edo.  A race of beautiful, athletic, blondes who don’t wear bras, jog everywhere, and have sex like shaking hands.

Dr. Crusher recommends shore leave for the crew.    Everyone is excited to get their bone on (especially Tasha Yar).

Then…

Wesley Crusher trips into a flower bed, causes a diplomatic crisis, and ruins the vacation for everyone.

Here is where I can no longer suspend my disbelief.

Once everything is sorted out, I can’t get why the enlisted personal of the Enterprise didn’t arrange for Wesley to “accidentally” get sucked out of an airlock at warp.  It would have save the crew a lot of headache in the long run.

Friday night I was coming from visiting a friend in Hollywood Beach and the train tracks I was about to cross lit up and the arms came down like Mr. Miyagi kicking ass. I stepped on the brakes as not to end as a Youtube video and waited for the passenger commuter to go by.

I almost immediately noticed something was wrong with the Air Conditioner.  Old hot weather fans know to fear the sudden smell of humidity coming from the vents knowing that it follows immediately by cool air transitioning to warm air.

And that is what happened. The A/C of my truck went kaput.

The rest of the 40 minute trip was me mostly cursing in four languages and developing a less-than healthy blood pressure reading. This is an old truck, and any AC repair will probably cost about half of the selling price of it.

On Saturday, I did the obligatory searches online including YouTube (Some scary “mechanics” in there) and the first thing I did was to check if I had gas which it did. Next I made sure the fuse and relay were working: they were. But with Tropical storm Philip starting to dump copious amounts of rain and not having a garage, I had to suspend activities. This morning, I grabbed my tool box, stepped outside in the very nice 72 degree weather and proceeded to check the compressor as that was the most probable cause of my AC failure. I shone the light on the thing and I saw this:

Now, I know I am not the sharpest tool in the car mechanics toolbox, but after seeing them videos, something told me there was something wrong.

The frigging clutch plate fell off…shit! Are you kidding me?

Being a Sunday where the people who were not sleeping late were going to church, I refrained from letting another operatic expression of multilingual displeasure at full volume. I resigned myself to go back online and see if I could find the missing part(s) and how much they would set me back. For giggles, I aimed the light down…

Yup, that’s the clutch plate.  Embedded between some metal part and a hose.  It somehow fell off the compressor, got stuck and did not fall off for some 40 miles of South Florida roads including the four asshole bumps out HOA installed in our streets.

I feel a bit better and a bit foolish. All in all it could have been worse. Now I have to figure out what is missing besides the bolt (You know it ain’t that easy), buy it and install it.

Or at least hope that is all I have to do.

So dear readers, if you have knowledge of AC compressors for Ford Explorer Sport Trac and feel like helping with info, I’ll appreciate it.

According to The Huffington Post a female to male transgender artist has collected 200 gallons of her urine for an art exhibit to protest President Trump.

The piece, PISSED, was created in response to President Donald Trump’s February decision to rescind President Obama’s directive that transgender students should be able to use the restroom that corresponds with their gender identity. PISSED will be unveiled at the gallery on Saturday night when, according to a press release for the show, Cassils will perform a related piece, Fountain, and thereby complete “the 200 day durational performance by linking their body to the minimalist structure.”

It’s very different from the rest of my performances that are kind of visually bombastic. I will be facing the sculpture on a very, very high [platform] — probably like 10 feet up in the air, so you’re not eye-line with my crotch. I’m looking down on you. And behind me, is a grid of the 262 orange 24-hour urine capture bottles I used and they create another cube. There’s one space left, which is the one final bottle. So for the two hours of the exhibition opening, I will literally just be standing up there and pissing into the bottle if I have to piss. And at the end of the performance I will climb down and I will dump the urine into the cube and I will place that final bottle on the shelf. So it’s really about closing this piece down.

So, what we have here is a disgusting freak putting 200 gallons of fetid piss on the streets of New York City.

Under Mayor Bill de Blasio, that’s just another weekday in the Big Apple.

The only thing strange about it is that it’s 200 gallons all at once.

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Dear Ultra-Left LGBT community,

Understand, this is the kind of shit that turns normals against you.