Sunday, September 25, 2011

Foreign Movie Night!

I really like this man. He looks just like my little brother. The language he's speaking is Unglish, but the subtitles are all in English. Enjoy.

I'll Vote For Herman Cain, Before I see Morgan Freeman Reelected



Aw, cut the man some slack. It's hard to be the former president of the United States, God, a prison convict driving some old biddy around, all the while raising the baby grand daughter. Not to mention working for the hated electric company. How's the man to get to a tea party with all that going on, anyway?

Day of Rage - This Time, With More Feeling



That was last week. I guess they got the message and decided to amp it up this time around.  You would think that after years at the university, these protest junkies would have learned something more useful than chanting in unison and banging the drum all day. Really, guys? Is that all you can do to express your rage? Hell, is that even how you define rage?


Watch for the moment when the oppressed go into unison sloganeering mode. It's just sad and pathetic. Almost instinctive on their part, too. Like anarchists to billy clubs, they just can't help themselves. This is the sum of their education. I'd sue for malpractice...if I were educated, but as time passes, I become more glad that I'm not. Is there any sadder resume  in the job market than the one that lists all the academic accomplishments from 25 years ago, with almost nothing to show in all those years?


I once worked in a newspaper mail room. I started out at 3.25 an hour, slinging bundles of freshly stuffed newspapers onto conveyor belts. In addition to the buck two-eighty I made on the line, I got manly biceps, which helped me lug twin babies around the house later on, long after that working thrill was gone.


I worked with a lot of part time students who were psych majors, mostly. Their universal complaint after they'd graduated was that prospective employers wanted to know how long you worked in the mail room of the Billings Gazette? It seemed that your academic accomplishments had failed to impress the personnel directors. Apparently, they thought it was more important that you stuck it out 4 years at a hard, dirty, low-paying job through the dead of night than being captain of the debate squad.


Now, though, who bothers working his way through school? These losers never consider that the guys on Wall Street are there because they work so damn hard.




These divas never learned that you don't win the debate by screaming down the opponents.

Cut Poison Burn


Cut Poison Burn from Nehst Studios on Vimeo.

Two words never to say to your doctor: Alternative Treatment. If you think that the government knows what's best for you, think again. The crisis never ends. The Cancer Industrial Complex, the Birth Defect Industrial Complex, they make far too much money in keeping the crises going. To understand best what is so evil about statist crony capitalism, look no further than the Food and Drug Administration. 


From Dr. Mercola: 

  • In the US, parents, shockingly, can  lose their children if they refuse conventional cancer therapy. Child Protective Services are routinely called in to charge parents who want a "second opinion" - perhaps to investigate alternative therapies, charging them with child abuse and neglect when refusing conventional treatment.
  • The documentary film Cut Poison Burn follows the tragic case of Jim and Donna Navarro, who fought the medical monopoly in an effort to save their son, Thomas, who was diagnosed with brain cancer at the age of four.
  • Four primary organizations making life and death decisions about you and your family include the FDA, the American Cancer Society, the National Cancer Institute, and the child services system. These are the white-collar bureaucrats whose primary objective is to protect Big Pharma profits and the cancer industry itself.
  • To address this kind of medical injustice, educate yourself and become familiar with your local representatives so you can educate them. Also help support Navarro's legislation to protect Patient's Rights, soon to be reintroduced.

Thursday, September 15, 2011

We Are All Pavlik Morozov, Now!

Amerikanischers, you know NASSSSINK! 




Here, let the professionals show you how it's done. You're almost there! You've got the color part down, now fix the scheming part!




This film is in 14 parts at Youtube. Watching it is surreal from the outset, because we see people like ourselves, ready to confess to crimes that aren't crimes, who are ready to spy on their neighbors, all while pretending to be their friends. How does a people get to this state of mind?  What will it take to make us spy on each other? In some places in this country, notably in very liberal states, there is a uniformity of thought. Neighbors rat each other out to the home owners association when someone has an American flag posted too high, or has a bumper sticker supporting the son and daughter in the Marine Corps. Neighbors report violations of recycling bin crimes, for example. Petty things get them to turn each other in. It's just a small step toward totalitarianism, that's all it is.


Informing is as old as the hills,  and it isn't the first time our current government has tried to stifle 'lies about the government'. But here's a blast from the past:

SEDITION ACT.An act in addition to the act intituled, "An act for the punishment of certain crimes against the United States."
[Approved July 14, 1798.]

ABSTRACT.SECTION I. Punishes combinations against United States government.
1. Definition of offence:
Unlawfully to combine or conspire together to oppose any measure of the government of the United States, &c. This section was not complained of.
2. Grade of offence:
A high misdemeanour.
3. Punishment:
Fine not exceeding $5000, and imprisonment six months to five years.
SECTION II. Punishes seditious writings.
1. Definition of offence:
To write, print, utter or publish, or cause it to be done, or assist in it, any false, scandalous, and malicious writing against the government of the United States, or either House of Congress, or the President, with intent to defame, or bring either into contempt or disrepute, or to excite against either the hatred of the people of the United States, or to stir up sedition, or to excite unlawful combinations against the government, or to resist it, or to aid or encourage hostile designs of foreign nations.
2. Grade of offence:
A misdemeanour.
3. Punishment:
Fine not exceeding $2000, and imprisonment not exceeding two years.
SECTION III. Allows accused to give in evidence the truth of the matter charged as libellous.
SECTION IV. Continues the Act to 3d March, 1801.

SECTION 1. Be it enacted by the Senate and House of Representatives of the United States of America, in Congress assembled. That if any persons shall unlawfully combine or conspire together, with intent to oppose any measure or measures of the government of the United States, which are or shall be directed by proper authority, or to impede the operation of any law of the United States, or to intimidate or prevent any person holding a place or office in or under the government of the United States, from undertaking, performing, or executing his trust or duty: and if any person or persons, with intent as aforesaid, shall counsel, advise, or attempt to procure any insurrection, riot, unlawful assembly, or combination, whether such conspiracy, threatening, counsel, advice, or attempt shall have the proposed effect or not, he or they shall be deemed guilty of a high misdemeanour, and on conviction before any court of the United States having jurisdiction thereof, shall be punished by a fine not exceeding five thousand dollars, and by imprisonment during a term of not less than six months, nor exceeding five years; and further, at the discretion of the court, may be holden to find sureties for his good behaviour, in such sum, and for such time, as the said court may direct.
SECT. 2. And be it further enacted, That if any person shall write, print, utter, or publish, or shall cause or procure to be written, printed, uttered, or published, or shall knowingly and willingly assist or aid in writing, printing, uttering, or publishing any false, scandalous and malicious writing or writings against the government of the United States, or either House of the Congress of the United States, or the President of the United States, with intent to defame the said government, or either House of the said Congress, or the said President, or to bring them, or either of them, into contempt or disrepute; or to excite against them, or either or any of them, the hatred of the good people of the United States, or to stir up sedition within the United States; or to excite any unlawful combinations therein, for opposing or resisting any law of the United States, or any act of the President of the United States, done in pursuance of any such law, or of the powers in him vested by the Constitution of the United States; or to resist, oppose, or defeat any such law or act; or to aid, encourage or abet any hostile designs of any foreign nation against the United States, their people or government, then such person, being thereof convicted before any court of the United States having jurisdiction thereof, shall be punished by a fine not exceeding two thousand dollars, and by imprisonment not exceeding two years.
SECT. 3. And be it further enacted and declared, That if any person shall be prosecuted under this act for the writing or publishing any libel aforesaid, it shall be lawful for the defendant, upon the trial of the cause, to give in evidence in his defence, the truth of the matter contained in the publication charged as a libel. And the jury who shall try the cause shall have a right to determine the law and the fact, under the direction of the court, as in other cases.
SECT. 4. And be it further enacted, That this act shall continue and be in force until the third day of March, one thousand eight hundred and one, and no longer: Provided, That the expiration of the act shall not prevent or defeat a prosecution and punishment of any offence against the law, during the time it shall be in force.

More about the Alien and Sedition Act of 1798


Now, however, the pendulum has swung to the extreme, where treason and sedition are the norms, especially in academia, where patriotism is almost a capital crime worthy of death.


Agencies whose role is to protect the citizens from enemies from without, are now infested by enemies from within. How routine it has become to see top secret information about intelligence operations splashed all over the pages of the NY Times, on cable news, on sleazy websites. Julian Assange and others like him are legion. He is only the famous guy. The rest are nameless traitors and cowards.




So mock, for a bit longer, the little Pavlik Morozovs of Attack Watch. Just don't be too surprised when Dolores Umbrage shows up to question you in the not too distant and dark future. After all, there are so many new laws and regulations to violate that won't be enacted until 2012.  So easy to pass a law based on wishful thinking, quite another to enforce reality to conform to one's wishful thinking.
Ah, but that never stops Communists in their deathquest for Utopian fantasies, it won't stop us, either.
I almost forgot: The Communist Manifesto is now following me on Twitter! I'm not sure if I should be scared or not.


Monday, September 12, 2011

Looking Glass History with Alligator Gumbo

There are days when the 911 troothers and history revisionists in the Looking Glass just get to me. These are people whose intellects have been nourished on episodes of The X-Files.  I just can't take all the trooth and history. But here it is, as it is posted on tumblr.


Without Muslims you wouldn’t have:
  • Coffee
  • Cameras
  • Experimental Physics
  • Chess
  • Soap
  • Shampoo
  • Perfume/spirits
  • Irrigation
  • Crank-shaft, internal combustion engine, valves, pistons
  • Combination locks
  • Architectural innovation (pointed arch -European Gothic cathedrals adopted this technique as it made the building much stronger, rose windows, dome buildings, round towers, etc.)
  • Surgical instruments
  • Anesthesia
  • Windmill
  • Treatment of Cowpox
  • Fountain pen
  • Numbering system
  • Algebra/Trigonometry
  • Modern Cryptology
  • 3 course meal (soup, meat/fish, fruit/nuts)
  • Crystal glasses
  • Carpets
  • Checks
  • Gardens used for beauty and meditation instead of for herbs and kitchen.
  • University
  • Optics
  • Music
  • Toothbrush
  • Hospitals
  • Bathing
  • Quilting
  • Mariner’s Compass
  • Soft drinks
  • Pendulum
  • Braille
  • Cosmetics
  • Plastic surgery
  • Calligraphy
  • Manufacturing of paper and cloth

Betcha didn't knoes this, bizzitches. I bet you didn't know that Muslims discovered Amrika. Well, now you do! So there, and all. What you need after this histrionic lesson is some small comfort: Have some gumbo: I made this tonight. With alligator meat. And okra. The only vegetable that produces snot. Mmm.

Mother Effingby's Shrimp and Alligator Gumbo - a Most Haram meal for September 11th.


Yep, I took these pictures myself. New camera does the food some justice.


Ingredients:

3/4 cup of whole wheat white flour (King Arthur)
bacon drippings
1/2 lb bacon
1 lb alligator meat cubed into small pieces
2 lbs shrimp (large, but not jumbo)
1 lb andouille  sausage, sliced into circles
3 cloves chopped garlic
1 diced green pepper
1 diced white onion
3 stalks of celery, diced
1/2 diced red pepper
1 28 oz can of diced or crushed tomatoes
chicken stock or seafood stock (you can buy it in a box, now)
1/2 lb okra
Creole seasoning OR cayenne pepper, salt, black pepper, onion powder and garlic powder, mixed together in no particular amounts...it's all up to your taste.
2 bay leaves
Sriracha chili sauce
1 cup dry roasted slightly chopped peanuts

Break out your cast iron Dutch Oven if you have one, this is going to take a while.

Preheat oven to 350.  Put your burner on a medium high heat.

Slice the bacon into small pieces and brown, until all the fat is rendered. Remove with a slotted spoon to a paper towel, leaving the fat in the pan.
Season the alligator meat with the Creole seasoning and add it to the fat, browning on both sides, but not cooking it through. Remove it to a plate. Add the sausage and repeat this process and remove when browned to hang out with the alligator meat.
Add the vegetables except for the okra and sauté until softened. Remove them to a bowl and add the flour to the fat. Whisk it right away. If the flour is too clumpy, add a bit of oil and whisk it until it is smooth.
Once it begins to bubble on the stove, remove it and cook the roux in the oven for about a half hour to 45 minutes, stirring it every 20 minutes. It won't burn this way. It is really easy to burn the roux on the stove, but this is a very important step in making gumbo. The roux has to be dark, and smell slightly like toasting nuts. When it's done, it should be brick colored. In the meantime, heat your stock.
Place the roux back on the stove and add the stock slowly, whisking it constantly. Add the vegetables and then the tomatoes. Add the sausage, alligator and bacon. Finally, add the okra and the creole seasonings and sriracha sauce. I used sriracha because I didn't have tobasco. It's less tangy than tobasco, but it is a full-bodied heat and will send you searching for liquid coolant.
Lower the heat and cook, simmering for about a half hour.  Add your shrimp and turn off the heat. Finally, before serving, stir in the peanuts. (a touch of Africa)
Some recipes call for filé, but I didn't have any, and you can use it instead of okra.
As for the peanuts, it is common in traditional West African cuisine, and it was just a spur of the moment decision to add them. They actually made the gumbo quite delicious!
Remember, keeds, this isn't necessarily a traditional gumbo recipe, but I imagine gumbo mutates from chef to chef. The next time I make this, it will probably be different, too.
PS. I understand, from all the purists who will write me enraged, that the cooking procedures are not the correct way of making roux. Too bad. This worked. I'm doing it like this from now on. One pot cooking. That's the house rule for making stews.


Sunday, September 11, 2011

Gethsemanes




I wanted to write something about this anniversary, but I feel so very very small and inadequate to the task. All I can write is this constant thought I have had since that day:


The man showered, dressed sharply, combed his hair, his shoes were polished. The reservations for dinner had been made, everything in order. A beautiful day, and it felt good to be alive. He greeted his fellow employees going up to the same floor. They shared small talk, some office gossip, what they saw on television the night before.


In a half hours’ time, he would leave a message for his wife, saying how he loved her so much and to kiss the children for him. He held out hope that maybe someone would rescue them and called 911. The operator calmly assured him that help was on the way, and to stay put, but he was already making peace with God, and asking himself whether it would be better to jump into eternity or fall with dignity, hoping that God would catch him on his way down and spare him the pain of hitting the ground below. All around him, other employees were going through their own Gethsemanes as well. All alone, together.


That is the vision that constantly eats away at my mind to this day.

Thursday, September 8, 2011

Baby James' First Press Conference



Translation: "We come in peace. We mean you no harm. Resistance is futile. My diaper needs changed. Let me bite you some more."

Wednesday, September 7, 2011

Hey! Who Put Rum in My Rumspringa?

Rumspringa (also Rumschpringe or Rumshpringa, derived from the German term "herumspringen" or short "rumspringen" (meaning "jumping around") and the Pennsylvania German term "Rond Springen" or "running around")[1][2] generally refers to a period of adolescence for some members of the Amish, a subsect of the Anabaptist Christian movement, that begins around the age of sixteen and ends when a youth chooses baptism within the Amish church or instead leaves the community.[3]:10-11 The vast majority choose baptism and remain in the church. Not all Amish use this term (it does not occur in John Hostetler's extended discussion of adolescence among the Amish), but in sects that do, Amish elders generally view this as a time for courtship and finding a spouse.[3]:14 Wenger Mennonites youth go through a period of rumspringa between ages 16 and 18. It is sometimes referred to as a period to "sow wild oats."[4]


Rumspringa, by Paul Richard James 


State Police: 5 Amish Men Attack Girls

Teens, 12-Year-Old Say They Were Grabbed,
 Groped At Wilmington Horse Auction

POSTED: 7:11 am EDT September 7, 2011 
UPDATED: 1:33 pm EDT September 7, 2011

State police are searching for a group of young Amish men who they say indecently assaulted three girls recently in Lawrence County.The incident happened Sept. 2 at a horse auction that the girls attended with their parents on Route 208 in Wilmington Township, police said.
Five Amish men who were "allegedly under the influence of alcohol and controlled substances" groped and fondled two 13-year-old girls and a 12-year-old girl, according to a police report.
"If the victims did not heed their demands, they were forcibly grabbed and punched," police wrote in a media statement. "One female was dragged down several steps. She was to seek treatment at a Mercer County hospital."Police said several witnesses have backed up the girls' account of the incident.
At a news conference Wednesday, troopers at the state police station in New Castle said they believe the men range in age from 18 to 25 and are from the New Wilmington area.
No arrests have been made, but police said they have leads on the identities of the men.

Read more: http://www.wtae.com/news/29103230/detail.html#ixzz1XIPtASZP
We see a lot of this sort of thing here in The Amish Paradise. Once, while out in my back yard, I heard what I thought was a boom car, coming down the street. The sound was sloooowwwwwly getting louder, accompanied by the gentle gait of a horse with a buggy behind. As I stared at the spectacle of four young Amish men in their buggy with obscenity laden rap music polluting the quiet summer afternoon, one of them did this: 


Surprising that Pennsylvania Dutch and English have so many similarities! But I digress.
I used to have a somewhat naive and touristy kind of belief about the Amish, who could really do no wrong, so I thought, but having worked with them and lived among them for nearly 25 years, I have come to the conclusion that they are just like everyone else. Only more inbred, much like the dogs and cats they breed and sell to unsuspecting people.




Food Porn Hotline Episode 5: She Delves Deeply



“Res Ipsa Lipitor!” cried Mme Scherzo, as she delved into the deep dish, foot high, banana and coconut cream pie. The proper thing to do would have been to dive heedlessly with the fork, but she wanted to slowly plumb the sweet and milky depths for every golden banana coin in that coconut cream sea on the tender and flaky shores of the pie crust, ‘neath that warm and toasty meringue sky.

Monday, September 5, 2011

Bumper Sticker Bravery

Some people hand out tracts to the unwashed and unsaved, others use their vehicles. I’m sure they meant well, but I’m willing to bet none of the passengers on that bus would actually go to Darfur to save someone. Like the environmentalist who indulges in ‘carbon credits’, he will ‘donate’ the necessary funds to people who are also too cowardly to go over to Darfur and save anyone, but with the money they raise, they will make bumper stickers to put on cars, urging people to Save Darfur, instead of having to paint it on their cars for free. 
See how that works?
Some people hand out tracts to the unwashed and unsaved, others use their vehicles. I’m sure they meant well, but I’m willing to bet none of the passengers on that bus would actually go to Darfur to save someone. Like the environmentalist who indulges in ‘carbon credits’, he will ‘donate’ the necessary funds to people who are also too cowardly to go over to Darfur and save anyone, but with the money they raise, they will make bumper stickers to put on cars, urging people to Save Darfur, instead of having to paint it on their cars for free. 
See how that works?

Sunday, September 4, 2011

Clara Rockmore



Via The Leading Tone:
Saint-Saëns - Le carnaval des animaux

XIII. Le cygne (“The swan”)

Clara Rockmore, theremin

This, undoubtedly Saint-Saëns’ most high-mileage melody, was the only movement of The Carnival of the Animals he allowed to be published in his lifetime. Rockmore makes handling the theremin look simple—but her playing is masterful, and her control of the instrument unparalleled.

Also posted at Mme. Scherzo

It would be easy to dismiss the theramin as a joke instrument, suitable only for Star Trek, but here it is played exquisitely and subtly. It is as close to singing as it gets.

Thursday, September 1, 2011

September 1, 1939, September 1, 2004

In spite of the day being my birthday, it is a day heavy with dark and painful memory. A date that lives in infamy on at least two occasions in the 20th century: The beginning of the Second World War, and Beslan.

via Gates of Vienna

SEPTEMBER 1, 1939 

by W.H. Auden 

I sit in one of the dives
On Fifty-second Street
Uncertain and afraid
As the clever hopes expire
Of a low dishonest decade:
Waves of anger and fear
Circulate over the bright
And darkened lands of the earth,
Obsessing our private lives;
The unmentionable odour of death
Offends the September night.

Accurate scholarship can
Unearth the whole offence
From Luther until now
That has driven a culture mad,
Find what occurred at Linz,
What huge imago made
A psychopathic god:
I and the public know
What all schoolchildren learn,
Those to whom evil is done
Do evil in return.

Exiled Thucydides knew
All that a speech can say
About Democracy,
And what dictators do,
The elderly rubbish they talk
To an apathetic grave;
Analysed all in his book,
The enlightenment driven away,
The habit-forming pain,
Mismanagement and grief:
We must suffer them all again.

Into this neutral air
Where blind skyscrapers use
Their full height to proclaim
The strength of Collective Man,
Each language pours its vain
Competitive excuse:
But who can live for long
In an euphoric dream;
Out of the mirror they stare,
Imperialism’s face
And the international wrong.

Faces along the bar
Cling to their average day:
The lights must never go out,
The music must always play,
All the conventions conspire
To make this fort assume
The furniture of home;
Lest we should see where we are,
Lost in a haunted wood,
Children afraid of the night
Who have never been happy or good.

The windiest militant trash
Important Persons shout
Is not so crude as our wish:
What mad Nijinsky wrote
About Diaghilev
Is true of the normal heart;
For the error bred in the bone
Of each woman and each man
Craves what it cannot have,
Not universal love
But to be loved alone.

From the conservative dark
Into the ethical life
The dense commuters come,
Repeating their morning vow;
‘I will be true to the wife,
I’ll concentrate more on my work,’
And helpless governors wake
To resume their compulsory game:
Who can release them now,
Who can reach the dead,
Who can speak for the dumb?

All I have is a voice
To undo the folded lie,
The romantic lie in the brain
Of the sensual man-in-the-street
And the lie of Authority
Whose buildings grope the sky:
There is no such thing as the State
And no one exists alone;
Hunger allows no choice
To the citizen or the police;
We must love one another or die.

Defenseless under the night
Our world in stupor lies;
Yet, dotted everywhere,
Ironic points of light
Flash out wherever the Just
Exchange their messages:
May I, composed like them
Of Eros and of dust,
Beleaguered by the same
Negation and despair,
Show an affirming flame.






Beslan, September 1st 2004





I have a friend whose birthday is September 11th, and for several years after 2001, she simply refused to celebrate her birthday. My birthday is far removed from the beginning of World War II, but Beslan is recent, and along with the infamous date of September 11th,  it was just one of the bloodier battles in a long war against the West.  The soldiers of Allah have longer memories than we in the west, where dates lose their meaning and become mired in foggy sentimentality. Having freedom means you have the freedom to forget about important things. 

Harpy 50th, Mother Effingby!

WTF cake

Photo by SanFranAnnie @ Flicker


And the hores do mone, so says I.  Coming out from Carrabba's after picking the tiny bits of meat off'n the agrodolce ribs from the casuale menu, I felt slightly let down. I always do when we eat out. But only because I know I can make the damn thing better in my own kitchen for a fraction of the extortion.


The husband stopped and looked at the Lotus in the parking lot. He is never one for fancying anything above his pay grade and he's always been a rigid pragmatic, except when he's trying to be romantic....which makes him a pragmantic.






A gorgeous Persian Blue and built for a man with a midlife crisis named Heather, who, being blonde looks good with the Persian Blue exterior.


He began raving  and had to look at the thing. And he wanted us all to see it, too.  It was a ridiculous-looking machine. Like something out of Pixar's Cars. Hardly a suitable midlife crisis for me.  


I need electronic thingies and musical instruments to clutter up my house. Made of exotic, rare rosewood and ebony. If you can't send me an iPad with a mahogany frame, send me pictures of a classical guitar made with confiscated rare wood. I'll feel better. Oh hey, I feel a song coming on:


"Ebony and Ivory, merely having them gets you one to three,  and the DoJ caps you at the knee. All for a tree!"


My husband is still 48, and I am now 50.  I don't feel old, at least, not yet. But if he keeps raving about little blue sportscars, I might just start.