“Yes sir, how may I help you today?”
“Well, I want to buy a car. I spotted a little Toyota out on the lot, and it looks like it suits my needs.”
“Very well. You’re talking about the little green Fossil-RAV4?”
“OK, let’s get the paperwork moving. Can I see your CN?”
Continue reading “The Carbon Bill of Rights”
Three Days of the Condor is a 1975 movie starring Robert Redford, Faye Dunaway, Cliff Robertson, Max von Sydow, and John Houseman. Those are the only names I recognize. I watched it two nights ago on Prime, falling asleep, and then picking up where I left off yesterday afternoon. This is life as a senior citizen.
I liked the movie. I should stop there.
Continue reading “Now playing: Three Days of the Condor”
A year ago I attended my fiftieth class reunion, Billings Central Catholic High School, Billings, Montana. If you are anywhere close, or even if thirty years away, my advice would be don’t bother. Two things were upsetting … the general level of intelligence is not indicative of fifty years of forward movement, and … I’ll be be delicate here, I won’t be cruel or crude … so many of the women and quite a few of the men too … have gotten really fat. A couple of girls I dated were there, and all I could think was “Phew! Dodged a bullet!”
But that is all cosmetic. It goes deeper. People and attitudes do not change. I was an outsider in high school, and fifty years later, I was still an outsider. That’s a two-edged sword: I would not belong to a club that would have me as a member, but I wanted, like everyone, to be accepted and admired. In high school I did not like being an outsider and took no pride in my status. That mindset, however, inability to blend into the group, has molded me into the person I am, gave me self-employment and a happy life. Two-edged sword indeed.
Continue reading “Ramblings, football is life, and, oh yeah, about a place called Iwo Jima”
Having grown up in Southern California, I went to an actual theater for the first time in almost ten years to view Once Upon A Time… and see how detailed Tarantino, another So.Cal native, would paint this landscape. I have to say I was impressed, as no one besides me would remember Brew 102, briefly spotted in Brad Pitt’s trailer, the cheapest beer ever made and the brand my old man would down by the case when he had the few shekels to indulge. (Name Drop: Jayne Mansfield actually bought him a case for his birthday while shooting Single Room Furnished. He was shocked she even knew his name, let alone know his birthday. Smart cookie, that one, huh?) Continue reading “The Movie Everyone Is Talking About!”
The Climate Change hoax is a vast and powerful movement whose objectives have nothing to do with climate and everything with command and control. It is propaganda, not the sleek fast moving stuff we see on TV news – stories and plots that are essentially false and meant to leave a psychic footprint. Rather, it is intense, meant to do great harm, and make fundamental changes in the way we live. CO2 is our friend and benefactor, fossil fuels have made us wealthy, our lives easier. It is no coincidence that these are the primary targets of this insidious movement. The people behind it are lying about everything, but are doing it for our own good. Yikes!
Continue reading “Christopher Monckton takes a bite from the elephant”
I don’t pay much attention to traffic on this site, but did notice a recent uptick and stumbled on part of the reason, a post entitled “We Know Sharon Tate Did Not Die, But Was She Even Pregnant?” That post, from April of 2017, has drawn 29,400 views at this time, and has been the cause of quite a few comments (that don’t see light of day) ridiculing me and questioning my sanity. There have also been a few people commenting who knew either Sharon or her family or lived nearby, thereby testifying that the events of 8/8/1969 were real.
Even with that number of views, more than a hundred per day as I write this, this is a tiny outpost, so that I presume the commenters either stumbled on the work and, since drenched in our propaganda and the resulting psychotic American state of mind, feel a need to review the horror. Perhaps some are part of that army of basement vigilantes used by Intelligence to monitor the blogs and keep it real.
Continue reading “Revisiting the Sharon Tate pregnancy hoax”