Wednesday, July 15, 2020


  '2020 The Movie' Cast Interviews.

Tuesday, July 14, 2020

That Trump Chick's 15 Minutes of Fame

excerpts from ANDREA PEYSER'S review in the NYP

Mary Trump introduces herself as a trained clinical psychologist, and does not hesitate to indulge in psychobabble to diagnose DJT's alleged mental disorders,  who’s presented as a cross between Hannibal Lecter and Bozo the Clown — a frightening and ridiculous figure who looms titanic over every aspect of Mary’s waking and sleeping life.

Her reason for telling the tale now is simple and urgent: Mary Trump believes, with the conviction of the Hillary Clinton supporter she was, that she must prevent her uncle’s re-election — by any means necessary. In 214 often bleak, raw and tear-jerking pages, she sets out to avenge the untimely death of her father, Frederick Christ Trump Jr., a chronic alcoholic known as Freddy.

As she tells it, Donald’s once-handsome and vital older brother, the guy bred to run the Trump family real-estate business, died broken and bitter, in 1981 at age 42. Mary Trump acknowledges reluctantly, Freddy Trump never wanted to work for Trump Management, and did everything in his power to escape, earning his pilot’s license, buying fishing boats and fancy cars, and attempting to live as something his grandfather sneeringly called a “chauffeur in the sky.’

But he lost his dream job as a TWA pilot, followed by losing a series of gigs because of decades of chronic alcoholism. His wife, Mary’s mother Linda, divorced him some time after he aimed a gun at her face while laughing uproariously.

Being a member of the Trump clan, even one who looks down on the means to the family fortune, brings with it loads of privilege, from holiday gatherings in the Queens mansion where Donald grew up with his kin, to family dinners at Peter Luger Steakhouse in Brooklyn, private educations, free health insurance and apartments in the outer boroughs of New York City.

Yet Mary’s complaints are varied and, at times, unintentionally hilarious: She moans that her dad had to pay rent to the company for his apartment (so why didn’t he move elsewhere?) and complains that his flat was kept at freezing temperatures. Plus, the building had no doorman. Horrors! 

After the death of her grandfather, Fred Trumps Sr. Mary and her son were essentially cut out of his will, leading to a court battle, the details undisclosed.

Still, she proceeded to accept her uncle’s invitation to the White House in 2017, where she was shocked to observe a partially eaten apple on a table in the Lincoln Bedroom. But if she ever learned the perpetrator of Applegate, she didn’t tell.

Perhaps the book’s title should be adjusted to reflect the reality that Donald Trump may be many things — brash, blustery, and, in the eyes of house guest Mary, disastrous for the country.

But dangerous to whom? It is Mary who is attempting to cash in by committing attempted character assassination against her own uncle, accusing him of everything from teaming up with his father to run her dad into the ground to making the unprovable claim that Donald hired someone to take the SAT’s for him.

All in all, Mary’s diagnosis of President Trump fails to persuade. But baring all her version of the family’s laundry may be therapy for her. 

Psychologist, heal thyself.

I Give the Horse About a 30% Chance of Surviving the Hood

“A” must be made to be “Not A.”

We the People are currently awash in insanity. Nothing makes sense. No one is behaving rationally. And it's because the Left is currently running things. They have been rapidly advancing, and almost no one is doing anything to stop them.

Thus we are currently living on the inner edge of the Left’s Anti-Reality. They're showing us how they wish the world to be, rather than how the world actually is. The Left’s Anti-Reality is a nauseating and infuriating place. The Left loathes Reality because it is antithetical to their perverse worldview.  Every night now their army of mouth breathers with their codswallop of fascist street tactics and mob intimidation, cultist chantings and racial propaganda rise up from their cramped dystopian studio apartments and take to the streets.

Nothing in which the Left believes works in Reality. Humans don’t naturally behave the way the Left thinks they should. Thoughtful humans make Reality, which is why the Left spent the 20th Century murdering a 100 million of us, trying to get us to comport to their way of (not) thinking. The Left can’t fit Reality’s square peg into their round hole. So lots and LOTS of hammering is attempted.

The Left is inherently totalitarian, because the Left has to be totalitarian because we humans won’t voluntarily comply. So all will have to be made to comply.  Sanity isn’t safe. History isn’t safe. No one or nothing normal is safe. “A” must be made to be “Not A.”

Sunday, July 12, 2020

Middle Finger Symphony Theater


Brought To You By BLUESJUNKY: Chair of Music - Middle Finger Symphony Music Director

Saturday, July 11, 2020

Another Nefarious Racial Conspiracy Intended to Break the Will of the Perpetually Victimized???

New York Times contributor David Kaufman wants us to know that he’s rendered distraught by “subtle streams of everyday racism that course through our homes, our workplaces, and the outside world.” An endless assault that “bombards people of color.” People such as himself. It is, we’re told, time for a “cultural reckoning.”
"For me, this reckoning begins with traffic signals. A few months back, before Covid-19 kept us in our homes and George Floyd made us take to the streets, I was walking with a friend, her daughter, and my twin sons. My friend is White and I’m not — something I’d never given a second thought until we reached a crosswalk. 
"Remember, honey," she said to her daughter as we waited for the light to turn green, "we need to wait for the little White man to appear before we can cross the street."
And in the very next breath:
I realize that White people like to exert control over nearly everything everyone does, I thought, but since when did this literally include trying to cross the street?  
As a Black dad, I was struck by the language at play. How is it possible that well into the 21st century, parents all over Manhattan, well-meaning #BLM-marching parents, are teaching their children to ask “little White men” for permission to cross the street? And why doesn’t this seem to bother them? It certainly bothered me.
It’s a bold leap. Dense with assumptions. The pedestrian crossing signal that so distresses Mr Kaufman, a rudimentary humanoid figure, made of white lights on a black background.  It’s now all very upsetting, at least for the exquisitely sensitive people finer than ourselves. And who write for the New York Times. Mr Kaufman then goes on an investigative journey, in which he learns why, in a society with lots of non-English speakers, crossing signals with words – walk / don’t walk – are being replaced by simple, universal graphics, calibrated to capture attention by using lights of a certain hue:
"It’s “lunar white,” according to the Federal Highway administration: a shade of white with yellow and grey accents that mimics the color of the moon. Lunar white wasn’t chosen because it sounds cool. According to FHWA research, the agency spokesperson says, moonlight offers "the peak sensitivity for the rod cells in the human retina."
But my heart still sinks at the specter of teaching my sons to ask a White man for permission to do anything. Because so much of the world already insists that we do....."  
All sounds quite sensible rather than a nefarious racial conspiracy intended to break the will of the negro. However, Mr Kaufman, for whom pretentious agonizing is the very stuff of life is not easily deterred.  Loaded and sweeping claims for which no evidence or explanation are deemed necessary, and which are nonetheless expected to command deference are it seems, a signature of Mr Kaufman’s prose. And presumably, his mental habits.
"Nonetheless, that little White man woke me up to the ways that language imparts power and privilege even upon the most banal necessities. And so, as I begin teaching my boys survival basics like riding a bike, waiting in line, and… yes… crossing the street, I’ll work hard to avoid phrases like "little White man."
Happily, Mr Kaufman devises a cunning alternative.
"White Light Person"....a bit of extra verbal labor is worth the price of not conceding our power to even one more little White man.
A triumph of sorts. An act of radical defiance against sensible pedestrian crossings.

Heavens, a button. I wonder what it does.

[David Thompson]

If this won't get you cancelled... well, it won't, so that shows you one more thing that's wrong with cancel culture.

Friday, July 10, 2020

Imagine being a Journalist at Teen Vogue and telling Salman Rushdie that he's wrong and censorship is good, actually.

On Tuesday, 153 prominent journalists, authors, and writers, including J. K. Rowling, Malcolm Gladwell, and David Brooks, published an open call for civility in Harper’s Magazine. It cause much weeping and gnashing of teeth by the authoritarian liberals and our self pointed betters.

So, today a rebuttal letter was issued. It's worth a read. It's soft skull SJW logic personified. A defense of censorship masquerading as free speech Orwellian style.  But I'll save you the trouble and quote the most important two sentences that sums up the letter.
“ Many signatories on our list noted their institutional affiliation but not their name, fearful of professional retaliation. It is a sad fact, and in part why we wrote the letter.”
So... ‘cancel culture’ isn’t real, but they’re afraid to sign their name on their childish diatribe for concerns of professional retaliation.

The letter and its signers (ironically the ones to scared to sign their names because of potential retribution) are arguing for a fundamentally different and mutually exclusive society than the first letter and its signers: the first advances a society that values free speech and open debate regardless of topic and how it makes others feel; the latter is a call for the continuation and advancement of cancel culture which embraces regimented and "safe" thinking at the expense of freedom.

If the first group had their way, everyone (including the second group) could say whatever they wanted without repercussion. If the second group had their way, the first group would no longer exist. 

What a profoundly dumb time we live in.

Thursday, July 9, 2020

Is It Any Surprise He Can't Articulate His Positions? They're Not Really His

We've all seen them, clips that go viral.  Joe Biden trying to describe.... well, something. No one is entirely sure what. It seems he gets too far behind teleprompter, his already-rickety train of thought derailed, or his mouth out-runs it's supply line and he just gives up. Now, if this was the first or second time we’d seen this happen to creepy Joe, we’d probably all ignore it. But this is a constant problem. He simply can’t articulate any of his own positions.  Many people mockingly ascribe the issue to early symptoms of dementia. Maybe that’s true, maybe it’s not, but I think there's more to the equation.

Joe Biden can’t articulate his own positions because, let’s face it, they’re not really his in the first place. Word is his campaign has worked with Bernie's people to integrate far left ideas into the Biden platform, ideas he doesn't understand and some he vehemently debated against just months ago.

It’s a safe bet that in his personal life, Biden doesn’t really buy into any of the progressive baloney he’s been spewing lately. His radical left-wing handlers are spoon feeding him lines that he doesn’t understand and can’t keep in his head, so he has no idea how to articulate them.

Biden has been in politics for 50 years and in all that time, he’s never had a truly original idea. For 8 years he stood next to the guy with the power and ideas, just the acting Court Jester and saying stuff like “this is a big f***ing deal,” and yucks it up for the cameras. At best he’s been a yes-man. At worst he’s a puppet for people behind the scenes. The far left has him by the short hairs. 

The reader needs to keep in mind who he has surrounded himself with, starting with his campaign manager, Jennifer O'Malley Dillon. She's the former Campaign Head for the anti-capitalist, gun grabbing lunatic soy boy, Beto O'Rourke. All this begs the question: If Biden manages to eke out a win in November, who will really be president?

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