Lather, Reince, Repeat

Number one rule:

And if you don’t, you’ll find yourself in the dog house.

So you know the drill: Blather, Reince; Delete. 

Repeat as necessary.

It’s simple. You leak, YOU’RE FIRED!

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FLOTUS Friday: Compare and Contrast

Compare and Contrast is always a fun game on FLOTUS Friday, so let’s play:

Float like a butterfly…

or sting like a Queen Bee:

The queen B gracefully drapes her long legs across the stage

You can't deny it. Michelle Obama shattered a glass ceiling when she became the first black first lady in the United States.

In one of her first appearances since leaving the White House, the former first lady was asked which shards of glass had cut her the deepest… "The shards that cut me the deepest were the ones that intended to cut," Obama replied, according to the Denver Post. "Knowing that after eight years of working really hard for this country, there are still people who won't see me for what I am because of my skin color."  - CNN

Trust me, baby cakes, we see you for what you are quite clearly. And about that glass ceiling: usually you have to do something in order to “break” through. Being FLOTUS is more of an accidental career. So don’t let those shards nick you any more. They aren’t even real glass.

I hate to break it to you Caitlyn, butt in the ‘compare and contrast’ exercise you fall much closer to the Queen B than the butterfly.

What was I thinking

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The Boobs and Lipstick Brigade

Let me make yesterday’s news simple:

1. Good call, President Trump, banning transgenders in the military. I don’t care how you self-identify in civilian life,

I don’t think the entire U.S. military should have to spend massive amounts of money accommodating .03% of the population, - only a handful of whom would actually want to serve in the military for any reason other than getting free gender reassignment surgery. Just buy a bottle of Gender-Fluid and get on with your life.

Not, mind you, that I don’t enjoy a good tomato fight as much as the next guy…

I just don’t think that will cut the mustard (or catsup) when Iran (thanks Obama!) or NoKo (Thanks Clinton!) send a nuclear warhead our way. And remember, the last transgender we had in the military didn’t work out all that well.

Because you can never have too many traitors in your midst

Moral of the Story: a few boobs and a little lipstick won’t fundamentally transform you into a woman.

Case in point

2. And how about those Republicans? Can’t muster enough votes to repeal the most hated law ever passed, next to the one establishing an income tax – which ironically made the Obamacare fiasco possible. Virtually the same bill that 6 (Lamar Alexander, R-Tenn.,Shelley Moore Capito, R-W.Va., Dean Heller, R-Nev., John McCain, R-Ariz., Lisa Murkowski R-Alaska, Rob Portman, R-Ohio) of the 7 (Susan Collins, R-Maine) recalcitrant Republicans voted ‘yes’ on during the Occupation when they knew it would be vetoed. You just simply never disappoint.

Moral of the Story: A few boobs and a little lipstick can, apparently, help fundamentally transform America into a Socialist Utopia. Or, you can lead a Republican House to slaughter but you can’t make the Senate lip sync.

Come on boys and girls: we’re better than this.

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The Chattering Class…less

The chattering class who thinks President Trump is a misogynist and believes his entire party has an ongoing War on Women,

seems to have no problem with their team mates mocking Sarah Huckabee Sanders for her looks.

“I feel like Sarah Huckabee Sanders left and right eye switched places or something,” comedian Akliah Hughes wrote on Twitter.

Why, I’m so old I remember when “little eye” was cool:

And the bullying from the anti-bully party of inclusion only gets worse from there: next, a gay writer for the Daily Beast assumes it was okay to call a girl names as long as she has an R after her name:

And since when, might I ask, has the Left had a problem with butch queens?

From there the tolerant Left goes right to the weight angle (known as body shaming when directed towards non-conservative women).

“Sarah Huckabee Sanders looks like every woman eating lobster on a cruise ship,” Family Guy writer Damien Fahey tweeted.

And you know who you’ll never see eating lobster on a public cruise ship? Lady M and Boo-rock; because with friends like David Geffen all you need do is have your personal assistant place a call and you’ll be cruising French Polynesia in private style, eating anything and as much of it as you’d like.

And it appears the entire family are foodies now that they no longer have to tell America how to eat. They’ve moved on from whole lobster to a trendier NYC style cuisine:

Barack and the girls came with an appetite that night too, ordering the restaurants famed veal parmigiana, crab cakes, a porterhouse for two, spicy rigatoni alla vodka, meatballs, lobster ravioli, and a bottle of Fenocchio Barbaresco.

And while the food, which is carefully crafted by co-chefs Mario Carbone and Rich Torrisi, is some of the best in the city, it does come at a bit of a cost.

The veal parmigiana is $55 and the porterhouse for two rings in at $195, though it does come with an incredible tableside presentation in addition to the perfectly grilled 60-day dry-aged cut from Pat LaFrieda.

But shoot, when you’ve just inked a $60 million joint book deal, are still head of the Resistance and a sex symbol I guess you can act, dress and eat what ever you’d like with impunity.

Could you imagine the hellfire and brimstone that would’ve rained down had a journalist or comedian made similar remarks about former First Lady Michelle Obama?  - Todd Starnes, Fox News

Why, the insane Left would probably stick pussy hats on their head and demand the President be impeached.

Or something.

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47 Years of Racial Healing

I’ve decided to reread a Tom Wolfe book during my week away from fake news. But which one? He’s such a prolific writer and the choices span both genres and generations: Bonfire of the Vanities, The Right Stuff, From Bauhaus to Our House…since I just reread - and reported on - The Electric Kool-Aid Acid Test last year, during The Occupation, so that’s out:

Interestingly, what was “new” journalism then – injecting yourself into the story and relating the facts as you  fancifully see fit, is now just journalism. Once the purview of Fine Arts and English programs, non-fiction today has oozed its way into J-schools as “literary reportage” which helps explain situations like those examined in yesterday’s post. Most journalists are now writers of creative non-fiction – a genre that not too long ago would have been considered an oxymoron.

Although Bonfire of the Vanities was intended to be a set piece of the ‘80s, it has aged amazingly well; still admirably reflecting today’s glorification of all things non-western, non-white:

“How very American it was to assume that these unsmiling Chinese would be pleased if one showed a preference for their native implements...How very American it was to feel somehow guilty unless one struggled over rice noodles and lumps of meat with things that looked like enlarged knitting needles.” ― The Bonfire of the Vanities

And who couldn’t love a book that coined the term “social x-ray” for anorexic women-of-some-means? But I think for my week off I’ll go into the way-way back machine and tackle Radical Chic and Mau-Mauing the Flak Catchers. It too has aged surprisingly well, tracing the roots of today’s liberal inanities through two essays, "These Radical Chic Evenings"  and "Mau-Mauing the Flak Catchers." 

Both examine the intricate balance of black rage and white guilt. Part 1:

The first piece is set in the duplex on Park Avenue in Manhattan inhabited by conductor Leonard Bernstein, his wife the actress Felicia Cohn Montealegre, and their three children. Bernstein assembled many of his wealthy socialite friends to meet with representatives of the controversial Black Panthers and discuss ways to help their cause. The party was a typical affair for Bernstein, a longtime Democrat, who was known for hosting civil rights leaders at such parties.

The Bernsteins' usual staff of white South Americans served the party. Some of the Bernsteins' typical friends in the arts and guests in journalism (including Oscar-nominated director Otto Preminger and television reporter Barbara Walters) are labeled the "radical chic," as Wolfe characterizes them as pursuing radical ends for social reasons, partially because organizations like the National Association for the Advancement of Colored People had become too mainstream. Wolfe's criticism is implicitly of the general phenomena of white guilt and armchair agitation becoming facets of high fashion. Wiki

Originally published in 1970 all you would have to do to update for today’s audience all you’d have to do is would be to change the names of the condescending do-gooders; all of the objects of Wolfe’s original ridicule have passed on, with the exception of the immortal Barbara Walters.

Part 2 is likewise still relevant today:

The second part of Wolfe's book is set at the Office of Economic Opportunity in San Francisco which was in charge of administering many of the anti-poverty programs of the time. Wolfe presents the office as corrupt, continually gamed by hustlers diverting cash into their own pockets. The essay centers on the irony of these failed programs fortifying not the diets but the resentment and contempt of the Black, Chicano, Filipino, Chinese, Indian, and Samoan communities of San Francisco.

Wolfe describes hapless bureaucrats (the Flak Catchers) whose function was reduced to taking abuse, or "mau-mauing" (in reference to the intimidation tactics employed in Kenya's anti-colonial Mau Mau Uprising) from intimidating young Blacks and Samoans, who are seen as reveling in the newfound vulnerability of "the Man". The flak-catchers smile pathetically, allowing their tormentors to indulge themselves in abuse; the process is seen as a farcical but useful expedient, condescending toward the resentment of these communities. He described one mau-mauer who would show up at the offices and hand over ice-picks, switch-blades and straight-razors that he said were taken from gangs, in exchange for payments from the program. As a result, much of the money of these programs was not reaching its intended recipients, rendering the programs largely ineffective. - Wiki

The only thing that hasn’t aged well is the cover of the original edition: 

Progressives have been so successful at their self-loathing load of bull crap that political correctness now deems the original cover art to be racist. Thank you Obama.

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I’ll Be On the Beach If You Need Me

Well, it’s official; my computer has a serious disease of the hardware and has to go to the hospital for a few weeks. Bear with me, as this may be painful. I’ve stopped using the alien computer that hates me because I’m white (one of Raj’s old models) and have regressed to my own old computer that has hated me from the day I took it out of the box for who knows why. Maybe it resented having to report on Michelle Obama day after day…after day. Believe me, I’m empathetic.

Anyway, it’s been asleep so long it didn’t even know that Obama and his consort had left the building, replaced by President Donald J. Trump and his lovely wife, Melania. So I’m giving it another chance although now I discover its battery is shot. We’ll see how it handles Making America Great Again before we negotiate on procuring a new power source. Also,  I’ve explained that the double tt’d “butt” – which is all this vintage computer knows - is history now that the Occupation is over (except on FLOTUS Fridays if we’re doing retrospectives)  but(t) we’ll see how well it does learning.

Learning makes my head hurt

So, I’m still in my politics-free zone. You’re free to comment on the lives and times in these United States. I’m staying on the beach a bit longer. I’ll be staying hydrated,

I’ll be trading my covfefe for iced tea

and avoiding Drudge like the plague it’s turned into.

I’ll be on the beach if you need me. But(t) then, why would you?

Lake Huron, on the sunrise side of the Mitten, yes it really is that clean

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“Like Sands Through the Hourglass, So Are the Days of Our Lives.”

Our story today begins millennia ago, as the retreating glaciers (formed during the Ice Age) carved out the Great Lakes basin (during the earth’s last global warming period caused by carbon emissions).

Along with the magnificently clear waters of the Great Lakes this global warming phenomenon left huge deposits of quartz sand behind that over time gathered in massive sand dunes that are still here today, although they are ever shifting and changing. The largest of these dunes reside in Sleeping Bear Dunes National Lakeshore…

where they rise 450 feet above the lake

Overlook at Pierce Stocking 9 Mile marker, Sleeping Bear National Lakeshore

And the sugar sand beaches they created aren’t too shabby either:

But today’s story is about sand dunes turned deadly. About 80 miles south of the Sleeping Bear Dunes are far more sinister dunes, they surround Silver Lake and spill into Lake Michigan. Operative word, “spill.”

Here’s where things turn ugly: the creeping sands of time are not just a metaphor in Meers, Michigan. Aided and abetted by the wind they actually do creep, lately at an increasing rate and they are swallowing whole cottages in their path.

This is all that’s left after it consumed a cottage in April:

Despite efforts to slow and reverse the trend,

the dune remains unsatiated; it now has its site on the cottage next door:

And it doesn’t look good. I’m sure somewhere Al Gore will be blaming this demise - as he has every other natural disaster since he invented the Internet – on man-caused global warming. But just like all of the other allegations, this is a natural phenomenon, against which we are quite utterly, completely helpless. It’s called change: constant, incremental and expected – but only for those of us who live in the real world. In the alternate universe of Al Gore’s global warmists, ‘Some Levels of the Earth System Have Crossed a Point of No Return’. I tell you what Al, you figure out how to stop the advance of this dune and then we’ll discuss your plan to change the climate, one cow fart at a time.

And while you’re at you may want to put together a plan on how to stop those approaching glaciers in case your global warming actually turns out to be global cooling. And keep in mind, in case of that eventuality you’re going to want to have as much carbon based fuel as you can get your greedy little paws on.

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