Roots Run Deep, Seeds Scatter, Saplings Grow Strong
An update from Casa MOTUS: Raj is scheduled for his second knee replacement on Monday. I am having a flareup of arthritis in my hands which makes typing difficult so posts will be short in the foreseeable future.
The heated debate continues over the firing of NYT science writer Donald McNeil for uttering the most infamous word in the entire English language :
McNeil’s ouster came nearly two years after the incident that precipitated it. While chaperoning high school students on a pricey trip to Peru, the science reporter responded to a question from a student about whether one of her classmates should have been suspended for using the n-word. In the process, he uttered the offending syllables himself.
Sacre Bleu! The “n-word”!! The Times dismissal was not without its customary sanctimoniousness:
"We do not tolerate racist language regardless of intent," Dean Baquet, the paper’s executive editor, told staff in an email.
Apparently “intent” only matters if you are a former Secretary of State running for President. In which case it means everything.
"We did not find evidence sufficient to establish that she knew she was sending classified information beyond a reasonable doubt to meet the intent standard," Comey explained.
China's ruling Communist Party tries to promote an image of unity with African nations as fellow developing economies. But state broadcaster China Central Television has faced criticism over using blackface to depict African people in previous New Year broadcasts.
That’s mighty progressive of them. But then, it is the year of the Ox, it won’t be the monkey’s year again for a long, long time.
Footnote: the Chinese are very busy in Africa, building railroads and the like. If I were the people of Africa I would be quite wary of my new little yeller friends in Beijing. If Africans still blame Americans for the sins of our fathers over 200 years ago they’re really going to hate what the CCP has in mind for them in this century.
This post is dedicated to Janice the American Elder, still greatly missed; RIP.
The most un-self-aware woman in the country has a lot of nerve talking about being exonerated – facts be hanged - thanks to your co-conspirators. In fact Hillary currently holds the record for that sort of thing, going all the way back to the now-you-see-them-now-you-don’t Rose Law Firm incriminating documents and the Vince Foster “incident” in which her close aide accidentally committed suicide by shooting himself in the back. The exonerations just heated up during her tenure as Secretary of State when her enemies tried to blame her reckless actions for the deaths of the 4 Americans in Benghazi. When all the dust settled there was an acknowledgement that mistakes were made but once again Hillary was exonerated by friends in Congress and even more powerful friends in the media.
Then there were all those illegal emails uncovered when she ran as the failed Presidential candidate. Co-conspirators again stepped to the podium to acquit the guilty.
So I’m sure she thinks she knows a thing or two about how to manipulate facts and rely on the kindness of friends and co-conspirators in order to get off the hook.
It’s called “projection” you smug bitch, and you don’t wear it well.
BONUS Throwback Thursday Thread: because of all the bologna emanating from Washington, and because of our current diversionary tactic of “follow me for more recipes” (H/T Rabbit) I offer this vintage Mid-west lunchbox staple from an authentic butcher shop:ground bologna sandwich spread.
My recipe is simpler: 1 ring of Koegel’s bologna, casing removed and grated through the large holes of a cheese grater. Dill pickle relish, a couple spoons-full to taste, Hellman’s mayonnaise – enough to make a moist spread. The end. Spread on white bread of your choice. Also good added to a grilled cheese sandwich.
I’ve no doubt many of you will find this disgusting, but then that’s how I feel about Spam so there’s no explaining some people’s taste.
Here we are, Wednesday. You may remember the call earlier to celebrate Chicken Day the same as we celebrate Caturday and Dogerday – although to be honest every day looks like Caterday and Dogerday around here.
Anyway, some people suggested Wednesday would be good for chickens while others insisted it would have to be Thursday as Hump Day already belongs to camels. Well, let’s not be so hasty. First of all Thursday already has a job - Throwbacks. So this is my Solomon decision: I hereby declare Wednesday to be Cluck’n-Hump day.
So let’s all do our bit to live in peace and harmony while virtue signaling our moral superiority to anybody who gives a flying cluck.
“Let the camel lie down with the chicken…and peace will reign in the kingdom”
In honor of the day, and the month, maybe pick up some fried chicken for supper - halal of course.
And some camel milk ice cream for dessert.
Yeah, it’s a real thing, I wish it weren’t but it is.
So there you go, that’s how you do a threeper: Hump Day, Chicken Day, and Black History Month – all in one post. I don’t know how I do it. It’s a blessing…and a curse.
Today’s post is a re-direct to Larry Correia’s recent post, Read the Room, Jeep!in which he imagines how Jeep came up with their preachy, insulting, tone-deaf commercial targeting the deplorable chumps in fly-over America:
JEEP CORPORATE OFFICE –
The CEO of Jeep stands at the head of a conference table filled with the CorpoUniParty’s best and brightest. “Alright, our new campaign is going to be about Reuniting America, so we’re going to aim it at those horrible, knuckle dragging red state deplorables.”
“But sir, aren’t they all domestic terrorist insurrectionists who need to be driven from society because they believe in evil conspiracy theories like unfair elections?”
Everyone at the table laughed, because red staters are so stupid. Everyone knows the election was merely fortified.
Before we go on, here’s the commercial in case you missed it and I know most of you did. Warning: Best to watch on an empty stomach.
In Correia’s imaginary group think they discuss using a woman for the voice over but reject the idea:
“No. Everyone knows Red Staters hate women. I saw it on the Hand Maid’s Tale. We need nominally male gender identifying, someone who represents those backwards inbred hicks. Can we get Bruce Springsteen?”
“But sir, isn’t he a flaming liberal from New Jersey who campaigned for Joe Biden and who routinely sneers at our target audience of uneducated rubes? Since they’re feeling mocked, disenfranchised, and thousands of them just lost their high paying energy jobs, how can we foist a coastal elitist millionaire musician on them?”
The MBAs all share a confused and worried glance about how to overcome this seemingly insurmountable issue.
“Hmm… But what if we stick him in a cowboy hat?”
“BRILLIANT!”
(nice touch, church and cross in background)
I will say that Jeep’s choice of Bruce “I love Australia. If Trump is re-elected I'll see you on the next plane” Springsteen as the spokesman for their meet-in-the-middle commercial seems a bit hypocritical at best. At worst it seems as though they’ve totally lost the plot.
Many people commented on the brilliant symbolism of using the Communist Red Star.
“The last time I saw a red star like that, I was in Vietnam.”
While others were a bit put off that Michigan’s Upper Peninsula was missing – particularly offensive as Jeep’s headquarters are in Michigan. Some went so far as to speculate that the UP had been given to Canada in a new NAFTA/Free Trade deal.
“Hi. I’m Bruce Springsteen, millionaire musician, but today I’m driving around bumf*ck nowhere in some busted ass old jeep to a melancholy soundtrack looking like an extra on Longmire so that you know I’m JUST LIKE YOU. Poor.
Look. A cross. Because Jesus or something. I don’t know. I got paid like two hundred grand for one day of work. Here’s some high-minded sounding poet laureate style voice over about how we’re all in this together that I probably recorded in the studio in my mansion.
Now I’m gonna be extra sanctimonious about how hard it is to meet in THE MIDDLE.
Red versus Blue… Sure, team blue was all #RESIST for the last four years and endless goofy investigations, but if you think security videos of 50 mystery boxes being delivered by a Detroit election van at 3:00 AM is worthy of an audit you are basically a terrorist who needs to be cancelled and driven from society…
We need that connection. We need the middle. Because somebody has to pay the taxes to bail out our hedge fund buddies.
There’s a Divide. Of course that divide is your problem and totally not our fault. Look, a horse.
Or at least a horse’s arse.
That’s how a lot of YouTube commenters saw it anyway:
“Jeep 1941: Let’s kill fascists. Jeep 2021: Let’s meet in the middle.”
And my personal favorite:
If the “MIDDLE GROUND FALLACY” was a TV Commercial…
Congratulations Jeep, for somewhere around $25 million you ran an add that completely alienated your target audience. And the audience you inadvertently pandered to, well they don’t buy gas guzzling SUVs. Because climate, or something.
Meanwhile in Wuhan the little people, held captive of the Communist Chinese Anti-Freedom and Information League, pause to remember a true hero:
A year after his death from COVID-19, residents in the Chinese city of Wuhan say they remain grateful to the “whistleblower” doctor who first sounded the alarm about the outbreak before the authorities officially admitted to the second outbreak of a SARS virus.
Li Wenliang, an ophthalmologist at a hospital in the city, became one of the most visible figures in the early days of the outbreak in Wuhan when he tried to sound the alarm about its appearance but was reprimanded by the police for “spreading rumours.”
He was commanded by police to “stop making false comments,” investigated for the spreading of rumors, and forced to post a public apology. The “false comments” and “rumors” Dr. Li was accused of spreading were in fact a message he sent to colleagues warning of a mysterious viral pneumonia-like illness he thought looked like Sars, another deadly coronavirus.
But in China, Rather like America today, no good dead goes unpunished if you happen to be on the wrong side of the ruling class’ view of things.
Do bear all of this in mind the next time you hear one of your government overlords accuse you of spreading “dangerous” “debunked claims” about such things as election fraud.
When Li died, millions of internet usersposted the phrase不能 or 不明白: "I don't understand." They asked: “Why do we ignore those who speak the truth?”
The answer is both simple and chilling: because truth, and the people who speak it, are a threat to the State’s complete power to control. Because your freedom is no longer even one generation away from extinction. The crisis of freedom is acute, the struggle is frightfully real and the fight is immediate.
“Freedom is never more than one generation away from extinction. We didn't pass it to our children in the bloodstream. It must be fought for, protected, and handed on for them to do the same, or one day we will spend our sunset years telling our children and our children's children what it was once like in the United States where men were free.”
God bless you President Reagan, 不能 or 不明白. I do not understand why we ignore those who speak the truth. And I pray that we aren’t the ones telling our children’s children about what it was once like living in the greatest country on earth, where men were once free…and you didn’t have to add “and women” because everyone knew that in this context “men” was generic, and nobody was triggered by it.
Twitter has permanently suspended the account of Jim Hoft, founder of the popular conservative website The Gateway Pundit, for reportedly violating the social media giant's "civic integrity policy."
“Civic integrity policy” – really? Now we know they’re just making it up as they go along.
“Rule Forty-two. All persons more than a mile high to leave the court.” Everybody looked at Alice. “I’m not a mile high,” said Alice. “You are,” said the King. “Nearly two miles high,” added the Queen. “Well, I sha’n’t go, at any rate,” said Alice; “besides, that’s not a regular rule: you invented it just now.” “It’s the oldest rule in the book,” said the King. “Then it ought to be Number One,” said Alice. - Lewis Carroll, Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland
Would somebody just slap a mask on that old Cheshire Cat
and his little Mad Hatter accomplice
and stick them in a box somewhere.
perhaps they could be transmogrified into something more useful.