Month: February 2020

Reading the comments has given me hope

The Times of Israel has reported on a Bernie campaign ad that made blood squirt out of my eyes, until I started reading the comments.

Here is the ad:

https://twitter.com/BernieSanders/status/1229204299151966208

This is disgusting pandering, slanderous lies, and complete disinformation.

Bernie, who says that he is “proud to be Jewish” has never identified with his Judaism in any meaningful way during his tenure in Congress.  Bernie has admitted he is not a practicing Jew, he is a “secular Jew,” which I have said many times, is a bullshit non-existent entity.

Bernie has been antagonistic to Israel and pals around with Islamist Antisemites.

Lastly, this blog has documented over and over again that the overwhelming majority of Antisemitic violence and rhetoric has come from the Progressive-Islamist Bund.

That Bernie featured a clip that shows him speaking before J-Street is telling.  J-Street is a Progressive “Jewish” group made up of mostly “secular Jews” that is anti-Israel and sides with Progressive anti-Israel groups like Students for Justice in Palestine.

At the end of the day, the simple fact is Trump has Jewish grandchildren and Bernie does not.

This ad is clearly cover for the fact that Linda Sarsour is his proxy and Ilhan Omar is one of his most vocal supporters, and they can’t open their mouths without revealing their contempt for the Jews.

I was about to have a stroke when I started reading the comments from the Times of Israel Twitter feed on this article.  There is hope yet.

Oh, hell yes.

That zaftig Bernie Bitch in the video who looks like everything I hate about historically illiterate, “that wasn’t real socialism,” pro-BDS Jewish Progressives, packed into derma like an over-stuffed Leftist kishka, notwithstanding.  Real, proud, patriotic, religious Jews hate Bernie’s guts, and that’s a good thing.

They won’t succumb to Trotski’s law: Jews who support the Leftist revolution are killed by their non-Jewish co-revolutionaries when the revolution is over.

I have hope for my people yet.

The Green Thumb: A Story.

Reader 76 Shovel commented that I may have inherited my mom’s green thumb. Not quite as magical as hers, but I am cursed with the damned color digit.

My dad, as good European from the mountains, decided to have our patio shaded with grapevines. He had built a metal and wire frame that took all our back porch and about half one side of the house and planted three grape vines in strategic locations. This was when I was all of 6 years old and even relished the idea of maybe having fresh grapes picked directly from the fine.

Fast forward a decade.

Three crappy looking vines have managed to creep all the way up and spread some through the wires, but only after dad spending money on “experts” and even grafting  the darned things to get is the big juicy wine grapes of which we had ONE harvest and the squat. Basically after 10 years and Lord Knows how much spent, not even half the wire grid was covered , I’d say about 70 square meters (753 sq f according to Google), maybe less, I am measuring from memory here.

One year when I am 17, it is time to prune the vines which was a chore my dad enjoyed. He would drag the ladder, climb up with the pruning shears and sped all day measuring knots and sprouts and cut in the places experts determined. The prune had to be done during New Moon so the gravitational pull would help the plant sprout faster and stronger (Don’t ask me) and you end up with a nice harvest.

Dad was unusually sick as a dog on the day that the vines HAD to be pruned. He tried to climb the ladder, but almost fell on his ass and mom dragged him back to bed with him complaining all the way. She calls me over and orders me to prune the crappy thing  lest dad did it himself and broke his neck in the process. Threats were issued and, as usual, she won. I put on a straw hat, a buttoned up long sleeve shirt, a bandana covering my face  and I proceeded to murder-prune the vines.

If you are wondering about the wardrobe, I saved the reason IO hated the vines for last: It was a stink bug magnet.  Two or three times during the year, you could barely stand the stench in the patio because of the concentrating of the little &%$@ peeing/squirting all over including your body walking under the plants.

But the stink bugs never really all left. There were always several hiding even after I sprayed the effing thing regularly with insecticide (I was not allowed to use paraquat)  so I knew going up and trimming will force me to face down this evil creatures… and I did while learning the importance of eye protection the hard way. That shit HURTS! Bring on the Ray Bans.

Earlier I called what I did to the grapevines murder prune because I did not follow the expert’s protocol but went fully Genghis Khan  on it while pretending I was doing it right. My idea was to do such a piss poor job that the damned plants would die. Mom had a fit when she saw the end result. Dad just about had me removed from the house by cops. What was left was a post mortem skeleton of what once was three grapevines. I was secretly smiling.

Man Plans, God Laughs.

Two months later and for the first time in over a decade, every single square inch of the vine grid is covered with luscious branches full of gorgeous leaves finally providing the shade my dad had been wanting for over a decade.  And you could see all over the tiny grape bunches starting to develop in quantities we had never seen outside the vineyards in Spain.   When t was over, we had so many grapes, we gave a lot of them  away to fellow European neighbors who all proceeded to make (and fail) homemade wine. Huge silky purple grapes all over the place! People congratulated my dad into finally conquering the stubborn vegetation and he dutifully placed the due laurels on my head. I was the rescuer of his adored plants.

I was not amused.

Guess who was socked with the duty of pruning the effing thing after that? Yup. And it only help confirm I had a “good hand” for taking care of it because every time I pruned, no matter how  criminally , the plants would develop beautifully

It took me going to college in the States to have that sentence removed. And just to be sure, I got married and moved to our own house.  Dad continued to play with them till he died and after that, nobody gave too much of a care for the vines, but they still remained strong.  For all I know, they are still running stinkbugs and making somebody’s life miserable.

So yes, I am cursed with a green thumb. I only used for growing herbs for the kitchen.

And the orchid.

 

Political persecution under Trump.

I just finish the post about the ad branding Trump being like a Latin Strong Man , and this comes across my screen:

“This is the 5th time in two years and on prior occasions I have been told these are random acts of vandalism. Interesting the Democrat Office has not had any ‘random acts of vandalism'”, the Humboldt GOP noted last year.

There’s nothing random about 6 attacks on a Republican office either carried out by identifiable lefties, leaving behind leftist signage, or specifically defacing Republican signage. That’s as deliberate as it gets.

A Two-Year Terror Campaign Against One Small GOP Office

But wait. I thought the troops of Caudillo Trump would be attacking Democrat offices and not good Socialist People of Bernie Sanders and other in the Left doing that to the Republicans.  There is a disconnect here somewhere, specially since the local cops think six attacks to the same location in 2 years are unrelated happenstances with no real significance.

Vote Democrat: Our fascism comes with better make up.

 

 

Your funny of the Day: Ad compares Trump to Latin American Dictators

They targeted this one to “us”, but did not think it through:

The largest Democratic Super PAC in the U.S. is launching a new series of attack ads starring a group of Florida Latinos who’ve fled oppressive governments in their home countries, featuring footage of President Donald Trump alongside images of Fidel Castro, Nicolás Maduro and Augusto Pinochet.

‘He acts like a caudillo.’ New anti-Trump ads compare him to authoritarian leaders

 

 

They tried a version of this ad four years ago when Trump was an unknown quantity  as to delivering. But to produce a new version comparing him with Chavez and Castro? Two firm examples of leaders that were not able to feed their people and compare him with the US President that has pushed the Economy and created real jobs? Where are the mass arrests of people against the Government? Where are the disappearances of journalists and labor leaders under Trump? Where are the blocks-long lines in front of supermarkets to get a rationed amount of food under this administration?  And as much as some people thing Jim Acosta deserves a Pinochet helicopter tour, we all know he is pretty safe from that to happen.

We are not the ones promising Gulags:

Billionaire democrats craps on the little people because it’s a day that ends in ‘y’

This is another video that makes the Democrats’ supposed moderate savior look like the piece of shit that he really is.

This time, it’s him making it clear that he how no idea what people who are not on Wall Street or in Silicon Valley do and assumes that they are dumb because they are not on Wall Street or in Silicon Valley.

Other politicians in Bloomberg’s lifetime who have felt this way about farmers included Pol Pot, Stalin, Chairman Mao, and Fidel Castro.  The collective the farms, killed the successful (i.e., smart) farmers, and handed farming over to the bottom rung of society.  What happened?

Twenty million Soviets, fifty million Chinese, and two million Cambodians died in famine, and the agriculture-dependent Cuban economy crashed.

In order to have as much food in the US as we do, produced by only 2% of the population, farming has to be exceptionally efficient.  A level of efficiency driven by the best scientific understanding of agriculture, including geology, chemistry, weather and climate, soil science, etc.  Not to mention the skills of equipment maintenance and repairs.

Just for shits and giggles, here are the driver controls for a John Deere Combine Harvester:

And this is the sidestick control layout for an Airbus A320, one of the most popular commercial airliners in the world.

Yeah…

And Michael Bloomberg had no idea how to pilot either.

In the video he also shits on machinists.

I have worked in a number of factories, I have been around machinists for much of my professional life.  I have seen someone run a manual mill in production, ever.  The few manual mills I’ve seen have been in R&D or the tool room where they are used for custom one-offs or repairs and maintenance.

Production machining is all CNC, and getting an associates in machining is about 50% programming and CAD (which I should remind you is Computer-Aided Design).  

And that is not to diminish the skills of using a manual mill. Being able to do fine work on a manual mill is artisanship of the highest degree.  It’s a lot more than “turning a wheel in the direction of an arrow.”

All Bloomberg did in this clip was demonstrate how much he doesn’t know about what the rest of society does, and that he assumes they are all dumb because they are not as rich as he is.

The Democrats just cannot break out of their smug elitist bubble.  Like the nobility of yore, they have convinced themselves that they are superior humans which is why they deserve to rule over lesser men.  They cannot open their mouths without letting everyone know that they are Ubermensch and should stand atop the Untermensch.

Killer Inside: The Mind of Aaron Hernandez. – (Was he inconvenient?)

We finally got around to watch Netflix’s Killer Inside: The Mind of Aaron Hernandez and the missus and myself came out with the same question: How come this case did not take the airwaves hostage like O.J. Simpson’s case or Trayvon Martin’s? Yes, we hard of some sport figure with the last name Hernandez was in some sort of trouble for killing somebody, but truthfully I thought it was a Hispanic baseball player back home in South Americas doing stupid stuff.

Imagine out surprise when it is a first line NFL player for the ultra hated New England Patriots with a $40 million deal, who happened to be gay and ends up committing suicide in his cell.

It is obvious that the NFL and the Patriots wanted as little do do as possible and as little attention on Hernandez and I bet they exercised as much influence as they could do.  But then, there is the other group of political influencers: The LGQBTIEIEO group.

The Gay Principle states that Gay People are nice, good looking and sexy they do not engage in crime, evil stuff or risky behavior. They will claim Leonardo Da Vinci  or Michelangelo were gay but draw serious amnesia if you ask them about  Brown Shirts’ Leader Ernst Röhm or the rumor that Goering batted for bothe teams. And if you bring that up, you are a redneck with the chains to drag gay men to death in the back of your pick up truck.

So yes, I understand why Aaron Hernandez had some profile with his case, but not the one usually reserved for celebrities behaving that badly. He was inconvenient.