...when The Ten Commandments is gonna be on TV. I had plans to blog all night long, bringing you the first episode of our new weekly Caturday feature, Catty's Corner, and some other stuff, including a post called "Fool", which I haven't even begun to write yet.
But I must watch one of my favorite Bible films tonight. It starts in about an hour and a half out here where I live, and as I wasn't wise enough (or biblical enough) to buy the three disc DVD when I had the chance, I will watch the Easter tradition tonight on ABC.
It's the best of the old Biblical Epics that Hollywood was so good at producing, and to me it may as well be Clash of the Titans when it comes to taking it seriously as history (as I did as a teenager when I was some kind of a half-Christian) but I enjoy it on a purely fantasy level. Maybe, like Clash, it will someday become a 3D CGI extravaganza. Although so much of the fun of the original Clash of the Titans was Ray Harryhausen's stop-motion effects, a lost and apparently no longer wanted art, and The Ten Commandments commands the same respect from me; to try and update it would be, appropriately, a kind of sacrilege.
Saturday, April 3, 2010
"Anarchists" protest for bigger government
Yeah, that makes sense.
Although many involved are certainly partisan Republican hacks, the Tea Parties are railing against a fascist federal government's despicable power grabs, including the bail-outs, the healthcare bill that forces us to hand our wallets to the insurance industry, and endless other assaults on our liberties. In other words, the collectivist anarchist deadbeats are protesting for state and corporate control, for our idiot President and his goon squad, at a time when all the blue-collar folks they claim to represent have had enough.
No need to comment further; there's over 300 on the thread I linked.
Although many involved are certainly partisan Republican hacks, the Tea Parties are railing against a fascist federal government's despicable power grabs, including the bail-outs, the healthcare bill that forces us to hand our wallets to the insurance industry, and endless other assaults on our liberties. In other words, the collectivist anarchist deadbeats are protesting for state and corporate control, for our idiot President and his goon squad, at a time when all the blue-collar folks they claim to represent have had enough.
No need to comment further; there's over 300 on the thread I linked.
Cereal Killer
The video isn't all that funny, but I'm not all that funny either, so why not post it. It brings back those Saturday make-your-own-breakfast morning memories, when the only food my sister and I were capable of preparing for ourselves was cereal and milk (maybe a Pop-Tart).
Obama Worse Than Bush
San Francisco attorney Jon Eisenberg thinks he's learned a thing or two about Barack Obama over the past 15 months. Eisenberg, who won a landmark decision against the government in Northern California's U.S. District Court Wednesday on a wiretapping case, says that when it comes to violating civil liberties in the name of national security, the present occupant of the White House is just as bad as -- or "even worse" than -- his predecessor.
Friday, April 2, 2010
A Petition for Redress
We the posterity of our forefathers come before the government of these United States and all mankind in order that it should be made clear our grievances stemming forth from a long train of abuses of our inalienable rights and blatant violations of the federal Constitution of these United States which was signed, ratified and where was bound up the whole of what was to be our limited federal government and its structure. No man rightfully wishes to contemplate the darkest of scenarios in which a government formed by the just consent of the people and constrained by chains of written words declared so boldly for all to witness no longer chooses to abide by said consent or words for reasons unjust and unholy while goaded on by the ravings of a portion of the populace coerced to abandon such confines. Beware the time at which such an instance becomes true, any sane man would warn! But what becomes when such a time is indeed upon us? Would the sane man who warned us to beware of it say no more? Indeed the answer cannot be reasoned to be anything other than a hearty and powerful, "No!" which must be shouted upon the land from the tallest peak so that it may echo in the valleys and be heard by all. Sane men desirous of their liberty would never stop a step short of their goal and would never concede to such an outcome and would surely never be silenced when their freedoms are taken and the foundations of limited government violated.
Read the rest: A Petition for Redress by the Citizens of the United States.
Erykah Badu's JFK Strip Down For Window Seat
Review: Erykah Badu's "Window Seat" video is great; the song itself? Not so much.
Naturally, nudity prompts a parasite (public official) to call for more government, in the name of "protecting" the public. You've always got to have another law, because without Big Daddy Government, we wouldn't be able to make it through the day without facing the menace of [fill in the blank]. "None of this would have occurred had she stayed clothed. But since she didn't, it elevated the need for making sure that we have policies in place that will protect folks and the integrity of the city as best we possibly can," said Dwaine Caraway, chairman of the Dallas City Council's Public Safety Committee. It's never about giving leeches such as Caraway and his fellow thieves more money and power, of course. Just like the phony speeding laws are not for "protecting" us, but rather for filling the state's treasury (Many Departments Eliminating Speed "Cushion").
City officials have said the Dallas-born artist did not seek the proper permits to produce the video for her song "Window Seat."-Badu video prompts call to toughen Dallas city law.
Because without more "laws", you see, it would get real crazy out there, with people making permitless movies on every street corner!
In this case, Caraway said he is concerned about whether Badu or others could take the public nudity concept to the next level.
Notice he's NOT concerned however, that more government might "take us to the next level" of tyranny and a virtual police state. But then again, Caraway is one of the petty little tyrants, so taking government to the "next" level is a good thing for him and the other taxpayer parasites, because their livelihood depends on an ever expanding state.
Though no witnesses made formal complaints about the video shoot, Dallas police are now "gathering information" about the incident. Thank God the police are always there when you really need them.
Thursday, April 1, 2010
This Blog Does Not Exist
...or at least you can't prove that it does! Bill Gnade straightened me out on that one. Just like he proved (though I'm not sure how he did it, considering he probably doesn't even exist, and if he does, he CAN'T prove anything anyway) he knew what I was talking about in reference to stolen concepts by telling me:
In response I told him he must have misunderstood me, but Bill is never mistaken about anything, which is why he replied that he only used the word plagiarize to "jar us all", though that still doesn't explain why he accused me of creating all my own concepts. I guess Bill's version of "knowing exactly what someone means" is a little different from mine, but I can't prove it.
Just like I can't prove that earlier today this blog had 255 followers and now has just 254 (maybe an Obama fan was offended). Oh well, those "followers" either don't exist or are all fakes. I'm sure of that now (or is that unsure?), thanks to Bill Gnade.
My days are filled with plagiarism; I toss thoughts around without giving the slightest attribution to my many forbears. Please, help me see more clearly what is not mine, what is someone else's. Please, show me those thoughts, concepts and ideas that are utterly unique to you, or the ones you have earned and acquired legitimately. What does it feel like to hold concepts that you've created? What does it feel like to acquire knowledge on the basis of merit? Please, SE. Speak. Share. Reveal.
In response I told him he must have misunderstood me, but Bill is never mistaken about anything, which is why he replied that he only used the word plagiarize to "jar us all", though that still doesn't explain why he accused me of creating all my own concepts. I guess Bill's version of "knowing exactly what someone means" is a little different from mine, but I can't prove it.
Just like I can't prove that earlier today this blog had 255 followers and now has just 254 (maybe an Obama fan was offended). Oh well, those "followers" either don't exist or are all fakes. I'm sure of that now (or is that unsure?), thanks to Bill Gnade.
Walmart, Target and Me
I informed my girlfriend that I would be stopping at Walmart on my way home. There was something I needed to pick up. Though there is always something I need to pick up, there is also always something in the store that I DON'T need to get but get anyway. But I was focused this time, and once inside I headed straight for the shaving equipment. I lost my embarrassing-hair trimmer a few days ago, one of those unexplained disappearances that deserves its own edition of Unsolved Mysteries, with the result that that embarrassing hair was actually becoming embarrassing, so embarrassing that I thought for a moment of buying my item at the self-check out lane (thank you Walmart for being non-union; you don't cave to union demands to remove automated check-out devices the way one supermarket I know of did).
After throwing a couple of .88 frozen dinners into the cart (yeah, they only superficially resemble food, but they're cheap) I went to get the thing I'd come in for. In the shaving aisle I encountered a moron getting advice about deodorant from the two-year-old in his cart ("here, smell this one, what do you think?") and looked for the cheapo hair trimmer thing. Nowhere! It has to be here. Wouldn't you know it, it was behind Moron all the time. Thank God the kid finally made a decision (two-year-olds are such discriminating deodorant-scent aficionados).
But wait, what was this? A locked glass case for items less than ten bucks. I thought Walfart was no longer worried about petty theft. I was staring right at my embarrassment reliever, the price an enticing nine dollars and change, and it was in so-close-but-yet-so-far territory. Naturally, this being Walmart, customer service is zilch, and there was no one around to open the damn case. Even if I had gone to the front of the store for assistance, it would probably have taken 30 minutes for someone to appear in the personal grooming section. And then the thought struck me, as it has so many times before there is a Target in this shopping mall.
At Target I found what I was looking for, right out among the other unlocked items, and for a dollar less than Walmart (in spite of all those signs proclaiming Unbeatable Prices).
At home, after dynamiting the blister pack open, I went to work on making myself presentable for work once again.
If you were looking for a point to this story, there isn't one, unless it's make sure to keep spare trimmers around in the event of mysterious supernatural vanishings (George Noory, call me), or at least make sure you have a Target close to your favorite Walmart.
After throwing a couple of .88 frozen dinners into the cart (yeah, they only superficially resemble food, but they're cheap) I went to get the thing I'd come in for. In the shaving aisle I encountered a moron getting advice about deodorant from the two-year-old in his cart ("here, smell this one, what do you think?") and looked for the cheapo hair trimmer thing. Nowhere! It has to be here. Wouldn't you know it, it was behind Moron all the time. Thank God the kid finally made a decision (two-year-olds are such discriminating deodorant-scent aficionados).
But wait, what was this? A locked glass case for items less than ten bucks. I thought Walfart was no longer worried about petty theft. I was staring right at my embarrassment reliever, the price an enticing nine dollars and change, and it was in so-close-but-yet-so-far territory. Naturally, this being Walmart, customer service is zilch, and there was no one around to open the damn case. Even if I had gone to the front of the store for assistance, it would probably have taken 30 minutes for someone to appear in the personal grooming section. And then the thought struck me, as it has so many times before there is a Target in this shopping mall.
At Target I found what I was looking for, right out among the other unlocked items, and for a dollar less than Walmart (in spite of all those signs proclaiming Unbeatable Prices).
At home, after dynamiting the blister pack open, I went to work on making myself presentable for work once again.
If you were looking for a point to this story, there isn't one, unless it's make sure to keep spare trimmers around in the event of mysterious supernatural vanishings (George Noory, call me), or at least make sure you have a Target close to your favorite Walmart.
How tyranny begins
America must not and will not become like the seduced German people in 1933. We will not stand by and watch Obama turn our country into Frankenstein’s laboratory, shredding our constitution, bill of rights and freedom as Hitler did with his country.
Tyrants and Dictators are predictably similar in how they take over. They ride in as the savior of change and hope. They offer health care, jobs for all, a refreshed national identity and protection from danger and harm….that is danger and harm they usually create to blame on enemies…..you know those groups who didn’t vote for them. The rope circles around the seduced neck of the people only after the dictator bribes his way in or gets voted in.
Read the rest here.
Tyrants and Dictators are predictably similar in how they take over. They ride in as the savior of change and hope. They offer health care, jobs for all, a refreshed national identity and protection from danger and harm….that is danger and harm they usually create to blame on enemies…..you know those groups who didn’t vote for them. The rope circles around the seduced neck of the people only after the dictator bribes his way in or gets voted in.
Read the rest here.
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