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Stranger Things Meme

If there is one advantage to getting sick over a holiday break, no one can fault you for lying around and watching Netflix.

I finally watched Season 1 of Stranger Things.  During the first episode my wife asked why the bad guys were Department of Energy.  I had to remind her that the DOE carried out the Manhattan Project and the development of our nuclear arsenal.

This lead to a back and forth which eventually resulted in a comment I just had to turn into a meme.

Improved Net Neutrality Ad

Personally I am pro net neutrality.  Usually I am all for free market solutions, but most of the places I have lived there was only one available ISP.  A free market requires competition and when your choices are ‘Comcast’ or ‘no internet at home’ that’s not really a scenario ripe for free market solutions.  I don’t agree with all of the net neutrality rules, but I do believe that the government should be involved in trust busting.

So one of the things that I saw being shared around was this graphic is being pushed by Democrat Congressional candidate from California Ro Khanna.

If the net neutrality people really wanted to get people on their side, one of those packages would have to be labeled “Pornography.”

Nothing will make the demand single service pricing in internet service more pressing than millions of American homes getting an itemized bill for internet that includes a special porn service.

Just let that fight break out at bill paying time.

“Honey, why are we paying $14.99/MO in gaming and $19.99/MO in Porn?”

 

The Hypocrisy of Vogue Privilege

My wife showed me an article from Teen Vogue that appeared on her Facebook feed, Fox News Readers Are Really Upset About Malia Obama Getting Into Harvard.

Of course, they only focus on race, because identity politics have to identity politics.

There were some racist comments, and those are ugly and unjustifiable.  What Teen Vogue doesn’t address is what makes them hypocrites.

Malia Obama grew up in the White House, a privilege only a handful of children in recent history have had.

Her dad is one of the most famous and beloved people in the world, with his own cult following in Hollywood and politics.  He is worth an estimated $12.2 Million and makes $400,000 per speech.  He and his wife are Harvard law graduates.

According to the New York Time Malia chose to attend Harvard.

Malia Obama, his older daughter and perhaps the nation’s most scrutinized and sought-after college applicant, has opted to attend Harvard Universitybeginning in the fall of 2017, apparently disregarding her parents’ counsel that she need not choose a school with a big name and reputation…

Harvard has long been a destination for the children of American and foreign leaders as well as those of celebrities and the ultrawealthy; its police force even has a three-person dignitary protection unit. 

Malia did not have to go through the application process that other college students go through, she was invited to attend the most prestigious college in America.  Talk about privilege.

What will her future look like?

Let’s look at her Clinton doppelganger.

Chelsea Clinton went to Stanford for college.  She was hired by McKinsey & Co., one of the world’s most prestigious consulting firms, with no experience or business acumen.  She then went to Wall Street to be a chemical industry analyst despite having no experience or education in engineering or chemistry.

Then she got a $600,000/year job with NBC to do make work special reports.

She then went to work for the Clinton Money Laundering Foundation.

Now she makes $65,000 per speech to say nothing.

She has had a top 1% life handed to her because there are people in business who love Bill Clinton.

Malia will go to Harvard.  She will probably go to law school, maybe Harvard, maybe Columbia.  When she clerks for a judge, it will be a Liberal on the Supreme Court or a judge appointed by her dad.  She will get some six-figure salary to do make work at a prestigious law firm who does a lot of work for the goverment.

If not that, than in some other way Obama cultists will make sure Malia is taken care of for life.

All this time, the working and middle class Americans who have been fucked sideways by Obamacare and Obama’s other terrible economic policies are going to continue to be underpaid and under employed because of her father’s policies.  They are going to have a tough time with upward mobility, and an ever harder time sending their kids to college.

Malia Obama is perhaps one of three of the MOST privileged people on earth (only Sasha and Chelsea Clinton can compete) but Teen Vogue wants to forget that because she’s a victim.

Malia’s privilege doesn’t negate her blackness and these commenters quickly reminded us all that she and all black people are still perceived as inferior by some, even when we earn acceptance into the nation’s best colleges.

This is the hypocrisy of the Left.  The 50 year old white guy, who was making $55K as a foreman at the factory until it went under and now is a Wal-Mart greeter in some small Rust Belt town is more privileged than the daughter of the President who will be given everything in life, because she’s black.

If there was anything I could do to fight privilege, my own form of “Social Justice” here it is:

Never hire anybody who attended an Ivy League school.  Dumpster every resume from a “prestigious” (Berkeley, Brown, Oberlin) university*.  Give the kid from a middle tier state school a chance.  He or she will probably work twice as hard and be twice as dedicated given the opportunity.

*I will make an exception for my Alma Mater and a few highly regarded similar tiny technical institutes like Harvey Mudd and Embry Riddle, since they know what they are doing.

 

Burt Cream

I’ve been watching more Great British Baking Show (what the pregnant wife wants to watch, we watch).

They did an episode where everybody had to make Creme Brulee.

I would have failed that on purpose.  I HATE creme brulee.  I hate it.

I love a good Spanish Flan.  The sweet, syrupy custard.  Smooth and creamy.

Creme brulee is a flan burnt to fuck-all death.  It is the texture of the crispy crust that clashes with the creme.  It’s an armored flan and it doesn’t want to be eaten.

I am 100% sure creme brulee was “invented” by a French chef who was trying to make a flan and burnt the shit out of it.  Rather than admit he fucked it up, he tried to pass it off as something new and special.  It’s bullshit is what it is.

If I were on that show, I’d of just made a flan and told the judges I won’t make a French flan abortion because it’s gross.

The religion of rape

I have watching the news avoid covering Democrat sex scandals.  Others have been wringing their hands trying to excuse Senator Al Franken’s propensity for playing grab-ass because he supports women or works for “the common good.”

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What is never addressed is why so many of the men who are getting busted as serial rapists and sexual predators are liberal Democrats.

It is true that there are Republicans who have assaulted women.  I would also agree that power corrupts, and be it political power or industry power (or in the case of men like Harvey Weinstein, who wield both) that power can lead men to believe they can take what they want.

But why does it feel disproportionately that Liberals play grab ass.  My theory is that this is the natural outcome of Liberal Indulgence.

I have posted about the religion of goverment a few times in the past.  For many on the Left, they treat politics as faith, worshiped Obama’s cult of personality (like SNL serenading his leaving the White House with To Sir With Love  or pining for his return), and believe in privilege as some sort of Original Sin.

Well, in 1517, Martin Luther pinned a Tweet (he wrote it with a quill) to the door of a church calling bullshit on several things including the idea of selling Indulgences.  Indulgences were a get out of purgatory card.  They allowed the rich to sin their hearts out, then buy enough indulgences to not have to spend time in the afterlife paying for it.

Five centuries later, the Church of Omniscient Bureaucrat has gone over the top with indulgences.

Al Gore can use 20 times the energy as a regular person and Leonardo Dicaprio can spend all summer on a mega yacht while telling you to cut back on your carbon footprint, because they purchased Indulgences.  They buy carbon offsets.  “Private jet” Leo has the balls to call himself carbon neutral for all the Indulgences he’s purchased.

But why should the climate hypocrites have all the fun?

Harvey Weinstein, Al Franken, and John Conyers have proven that they don’t.

Harvey Weinstein supported Hillary Clinton and promised $100,000 to Planned Parenthood.

Al Franken supports the public funding of Planned Parenthood and reproductive rights.

John Conyers has “impeccable integrity” on supporting women’s issues.

Every vote to support Planned Parenthood with federal dollars.  Every support of women in affirmative action hiring.  Every time they said “it’s time for a woman president” they were buying an Indulgence.

Every time they played grab-ass, groped a titty, or raped a woman in a hotel room, they cashed in an Indulgence.

They could treat individual women like sex objects, abusing them and taking advantage of them, because they supported women’s rights in general.

It is why their apologies are so half-assed, and they go to some spa for sex rehab.  They honestly don’t feel they’ve done anything wrong.  They supported women’s rights.  They supported Hillary Clinton.  They supported Planned Parenthood.  They EARNED the right to grab some titty.

For them it’s not hypocrisy, it’s the faithful practicing of their religion.  There is no need to actually be good people when they are good Liberals.

 

A rifle behind every blade of grass

Legend has it that Isoroku Yamamoto, Commander-in-Chief of the Imperial Japanese Navy during WWII said “You cannot invade the mainland United States. There would be a rifle behind every blade of grass.

This is almost certainly a fabrication.  Never the less, it is an appropriate assessment of  some parts of the Unites States.

I was checking my news feed this morning and read this headline “Iran promises to send warships to Gulf of Mexico, Atlantic Ocean.

Oh really?

LONDON — Iran’s new naval commander has vowed to send warships to America’s backyard.

Rear Adm. Hossein Khanzadi said plans were being drawn up for vessels to be deployed to the Gulf of Mexico and Atlantic Ocean “in the near future.” They would also visit South American countries, he added.

Tehran has long complained about U.S. ships being based in the Persian Gulf.

Speaking at his first press conference since being appointed, Khanzadi promised his navy would “wave the flag of our country in the Gulf of Mexico.”

I hope, for the sake of the US Navy and Cost Guard, that this is just bluster and saber rattling.

Not that I believe that the US Navy and Coast Guard will be outmatched by the Iranian Navy in our waters, but that the job of the US Navy and Coast Guard will be to defend the Iranian fleet.

According to Wikipedia, the only deep water ships that Iran has right now are a couple of frigates, and sending them to the Gulf of Mexico would stretch the logistical capabilities of their navy to the breaking point.

So, let’s say Iran were to park a frigate or two off the coast of Houston, Corpus Christi, Baton Rouge, Panama City, or Tampa.

I guarantee every red blooded, American, good-ol-boy with an AR-15 and saltwater fishing boat is going to make a patriotic, Minute-Man-esque stand against the foreign aggressor.

If you think the Cajun Navy did a hell of a job rescuing people after a hurricane, just wait until they think that America has come under Iranian attack.

Half the Grady-Whites, Boston Whalers, and Sea Rays up and down the Gulf Coast is going to be flying a Jolly Roger, wanting to take pot shots at the Iranians just for fucking fun of it.

These are the guys who grew up listening to the stories of grandpa at Normandy and have up on the mantle, that Mauser bayonet that got brought home from the front.  They sure as shit would love to add a captured Iranian Zoaf to their collection.

It will be one frigate, low on fuel, up against 10,000 angry rednecks.

Of course, the US Navy and Coast Guard will have to be the ones to keep these guys at bay before they cause an “international incident.”

Then again, with Trump as POTUS, who knows what will happen.

 

 

An Asshole Quarterly Thanksgiving

My dad passed about a year-and-a-half ago.

I miss him terribly, especially around the holidays.  Since I moved out of the house for college, the times of the year I used to see him the most were Thanksgiving and Christmas.

I am the cook in my family and I would always do a huge spread.  My dad was never a turkey fan so I always made him a duck for Thanksgiving.

My dad was an attorney and did a lot of work in state and federal regulatory law, so he was big into politics as well.  He raised me with the thought that I would become an attorney like him so we used to argue politics for sport.

We’re doing Thanksgiving at my house again.  My father-in-law is visiting us.  I like my father-in-law and he is always welcome.  My son loves playing with grandpa, but it still is difficult knowing that he’s not going to grow up with memories of my father.

So when I check my morning news feed and I come across this article from GQ magazine, I got so mad I thought I was going to have a stroke.

It’s Your Civic Duty to Ruin Thanksgiving by Bringing Up Trump.

The very first sentence in the article is “This Turkey Day, consider making life HELL for a few of your relatives.”

The author, Joe Berkowitz, decided to prove in roughly 1,100 words that he is one of the worst sons and worst people currently working in America.

He opens talking about Thanksgiving 2016.

I was lucky, kind of. Both my family and my wife’s family were Hillary supporters. But we spent Thanksgiving 2016 at my parents’ house in Asheville, North Carolina—a city which, despite its Portlandia-esque sensibilities, was nestled in deep red territory. Walking around downtown, I saw more sentient MAGA hats in a few hours than I had in three long post-election weeks in New York. Right away, my dad informed me that some Trump supporter friends would be joining our Thanksgiving dinner. He assured me he’d politely asked them not to talk politics, and encouraged me to follow suit. I spent Thanksgiving dinner trying to guess which guests were the ones who voted for Trump, like the most embarrassing Agatha Christie mystery of all time. 

Ah, yes, his family is made up of righteous true believers and it was his duty to ferret out the heretics amongst them.

He then runs through a histrionic litany of why Trump is immanentizing the eschaton.

He then concludes:

Any parents still riding the Trump Train at this point have thereby signaled that nothing is sacred. It is time to follow their example. They can’t stand idly by while President Deals tramples every other American tradition and yet somehow expect that Thanksgiving will be normal too. If every other moment of this year is going to be drastically out of whack, nobody should get to pretend that everything is normal for one meal just because that’s what the pilgrims would have done.

If he can’t be happy about the 2016 election, nobody will be happy every again.

Here are a few suggestions for how to ruin Thanksgiving, arranged by ascending order of righteous fury:

Don’t show up. For some parents, your absence will speak louder than any sodden arguments over the density of pumpkin pie. If you can’t even look them in the eye, they’ll know you mean business. Besides, Friendsgiving rules.

Show up and be kind of an asshole. No hugs; only stiff, formal handshakes. During the football game, talk about police brutality nonstop. Take any opportunity to emphasize just how much Bruce Springsteen and the entire E Street band loathes Trump. Come out as an aspiring professional DJ.

Scorched Earth. Not even a handshake; just stare, disgustedly, at their outstretched arms. Build a wall out of mashed potatoes. During the football game, order 10 Papa John’s pizzas—the official foodstuff of the alt right—and use them as pie charts to demonstrate who benefits most from the GOP tax plan. Refuse to be alone in a room with your mom, citing the Mike Pence rule. Call your parents by a Donald Trump nickname of your choosing—perhaps Little Rocket Mom or Liddle’ Dad. Insist on setting a place for Robert Mueller, the way Jews do for Elijah on Passover. Wear a coal miner hat for solidarity. Punch a cornucopia right in the mouth.

He seems to earnestly believe that being a total holiday ruining asshole will convince his family to see the errors of Trump’s ways.

Of course, this is about more than just spite—as satisfying as spite can be in these trying times. This is about potentially chipping away at the ~35 percent of un-budging Trump supporters. Sure, some of them are fully on board with every inexplicable decision, but others may be swayable. They are Fox News devotees who have simply internalized the message that all negative news about Trump is fake news. They know the president is unpopular, but they think his unpopularity is the strict province of haters and losers. It might be different when it’s their own child—who probably isn’t an Antifa supersoldier and who definitely doesn’t have loser genes—weighing in with cold hard facts. Having a son or daughter loathe everything you’ve become is easier long distance; it’s another thing when that kid is staring turkey-carving daggers at you from across the table.

Personally I doubt that will work.  Granted my son is only three, but generally temper-tantrums don’t result in him getting what he wants.  I don’t mind carrying a crying child out of the toy aisle of Wal-Mart.  I’m not rewarding bad behavior.

As a rational person, if everyone else at Thanksgiving was having a good time and the one person there throwing a temper-tantrum was doing so to motivate me to vote for his candidate next election, that’s not very convincing.

He ends with this thought.

If your family is unmoved after a ruined Thanksgiving, though, that’s fine too. After all, next year’s Thanksgiving falls just after the 2018 midterms, and if your true believer parents still feel the way they do now, you might ruin their holiday in another way.

Ah yes, his parents are true believers.  They aren’t the ones putting politics above family, making everyone else miserable.

I’m not Trump fan.  I prefer him to Hillary, but that’s only because I prefer syphilis to cancer.  The Clintons had metastasized through the Federal government and the election of Hilary Clinton would have meant we have reached end stage cronyism.  Trump will run his course in four to eight years and go away.

Despite the hysterics of the Left, Trump as of yet hasn’t started building concentration camps for the gays and Jews.  He hasn’t set the police to the task of exterminating black people.  He hasn’t even managed to make a dent in Obamacare.  He not going to cause the apocalypse.

Joe Berkowitz is going to ruin his relationship with his family, destroy life long relationships because of four to eight years of a presidency that will have marginal-at-best Republican efficacy.

This makes me sick and angry at the same time.

There is little I wouldn’t be willing to give up to do another family meal with my dad again.

This fucking piece of shit is willing to throw his mom and dad away over an election?

A fucking election.

And he is recommending that  other children do the same.

This is un-fucking-believeable.

Somebody needs to take Joe Berkowitz aside and make sure the only thing his eats for Thanksgiving is his own teeth.

Maybe that will teach him the value of family.