Stephers puts so much effort into per posts, giving them a long-lasting quality. They are still drawing comments months after posting. When she called her most recent “Part 10 of 10” I was somewhat concerned that she would not be writing anymore. However, she says that she is not done, just done with that particular series. She has much to offer, and will continue to write. For that I am thankful. Continue reading “Friday tidbits”
Author: Mark Tokarski
Just a man who likes to read, argue, and occasionally be surprised.
Norm MacDonald is gone
I love comedy and good comedians. It is a terribly difficult profession, and those who succeed usually have years of struggle under their belt. The funniest man of my lifetime, and it is always subjective, was Mel Brooks. He was famous in years before I came of age for being the 2000 year old man, interviewed by Carl Reiner. Comedy is subjective, as I said, and I never found that bit funny. But Blazing Saddles? Hilarious! Brooks seemed to thrive in visual medium, as with Space Balls where, when teleported from one room to another, looked down and found his ass was on the front instead of the back. He chided his staff for not telling him how big it was.
The lighter side
Since the last post might appear to be a personal attack on Big Swede, who came here to attack us, I thought it best to maybe put up something quick and let it fall into the background. I am currently involved in going through old photos, reasons for that I won’t discuss, but nonetheless fun. My wife and I are in our 27th year, and it has been unending adventure. I spent part of today looking for a photo of me in the Beartooth Mountains of Montana, where we crossed a stream that had a bridge, but it had collapsed. She took the photo as I hopped over without going in. I think I have lost the photo, from the 90s, when everything was still film. I had written on the back of the photo the caption beneath the photo which I dredged up on the Internet today, a foot bridge that had collapsed in Prague. It is my sense of humor, take it or leave it.
An infrequent Swede visitation
Ideas for blog posts are infrequent. I think of it as sitting in the woods passively observing, when a rabbit runs by. I had no idea last evening that a rabbit was on the way to this blog in the form of a Montana man I’ve known (via the blog) for years, Big Swede. He dropped in to insult us, and indeed he can be infuriating because he does not read. Therefore, he gets to lay his business on us, and anything said in return will bounce off, unread.
His first comment was to deliver a video to “… all you deep thinking intellectuals who hang out here.” It was the video I offer below.
Taking the red pill express
Long ago I came across the term “ponerology,” or study of evil in politics. I thought maybe I had read a book by Andrzej Łobaczewski by the name of “Political Ponerology,” but I do not have the book on hand and have no notes about it. Reading reviews at Amazon, many people found the book, translated from Polish, to be dense and poorly written. Maybe that is why I do not have it, as my memory says I once did. Maybe it was too much for me.
Nonetheless, krogers in a comment links us to this article from State of the Nation, Psychopathy and the Origins of Totalitarianism by James Lindsay. Ponerology is in the subtitle. It is long (17 pages in Word) and challenging, and took me well over an hour to read. He introduces terms like “pseudo-reality,” or false and unreal constructions that are introduced into our lives by people of evil intent, psychopaths who have nothing but schemes to acquire power and control. Right away I thought of two schemes of that nature: Climate Change and Covid. I found the whole of the article easier to grasp by thinking in terms of Climate Change, a pseudo-reality constructed by hack and quack scientists and designed to change the way we live, travel, and enjoy life. But it all applies as well to Covid.
The fact-free zone
We once had an encounter with a lady, a naturalist or something like that, who makes her living taking photos and identifying and classifying plants and animals. She was on our property for a couple of hours, and at one point mentioned how windmills are helping us in the Climate Change crisis. I could not let it go, and said that windmills were, in my view, medieval technology, harmful to wildlife, and unable to supply our energy needs. She mentioned then how it was a hard choice, but a choice that had to be made. I left to get her some statistics on the greening effect of CO2 in the atmosphere, and while I was gone, she told my wife that I had no idea how hard she studies these issues. On my return I told her I would forward the data via email.
She continued her hard line, saying that Siberia was being devastated by Climate Change. She is fact-free, knows nothing about Siberia, and does not study these matters. Otherwise, evidence would force her to change her mind.
In the video beneath the fold, Kevin Walling is challenged, point blank, to supply hard data regarding hurricanes and deaths, along with any other issue related to Climate Change. He does nothing of the sort, instead citing “common sense” and that “the public believes.” Marc Morano sets him straight, not that Walling can hear. I love the moderator’s closing words to Walling about science … “Try it sometime.” It’s a short clip, enjoyable. Walling cannot disguise his contempt in his facial expression.
Life in East Germany, I mean, Canada
This courageous woman is a professor of ethics, and found it unethical to coerce people into taking a vaccine. She got fired after 20 years of teaching. It is a four minute video ending in tears. Good lord, the indecency of cowardly administrators.
h/t Ab
The Delta Crusaders
I encountered my dentist yesterday at the grocery store, or I should say, my former dentist. I’ve not seen him for a year and a half. He requires everyone to wear a mask, which I find undignified. (I also pee standing up.) We chatted and for some reason he mentioned how awful the news is these days. Then he said “You don’t watch news, do you?” “No,” I said, “never.” I did tell him I knew about the flooding on the east coast, but whatever else has him all depressed I know nothing about. I know there is some psyop going on in Afghanistan, and that California is on fire. (California has a long history of fire suppression, so that when it burns, it burns big. And, of course, I would not put it past Climate Change fanatics to set fires.) Also, I saw on separate screens in the gym (different news outlets) this morning something about a lawyer in South Carolina who was murdered – that story also has a psyop feel about it.
I have noticed that mask wearing is on the rise, maybe half of those I saw yesterday at the store. And I know that would be attributable to what they are calling the “Delta Variant.” Jon Rappoport, always a go-to for me, writes today how there is no test that can distinguish between SARS-CoV-2 and Delta, and legally anyway laboratories are not allowed to report to you on Delta. (Link.) Jon has the same problem as we all do when he writes about this stuff: He has to enter the world of the surreal to get into the minds of ordinary people and government officials who believe in and who spin this nonsense. Jon knows that there is no SARS-CoV-2, so that the Delta Variant is another angel on the head of a pin.
Darrell Ehrlick lectures us on masks and vaccines
Please note well: I should report at the beginning here that our writer Stephers, currently inundated in flood waters, has a much better and deeper view of Covid vaccines, leading one to suspect they are not in fact vaccines, but rather gene modifiers. Graphene oxide has been found in them, she writes and backs with evidence. Somehow 5 and 6G is a tie-in. I lack her abilities in that area. I urge you to read her posts to get a broader view. Here I wrote about the vaccine as if it were a real vaccine, and by no means did I mean to sell her work short. I am a creature of habit.
I refer you to this post by Darrel Ehrlick, who was once the editor of the Billings Gazette, a longstanding Montana newspaper in what was once the state’s largest city. Travis Mateer, aka the poet William Skink, brought my attention to Ehrlick with this post, kind of a rant. I did my own rant in the comments. There I mentioned an interview I had heard, a comedian whose name I did not catch. As I posted,
[The comedian] talked about being in college, pre-med, when he realized he was funny and that comedy was his real calling. He wanted a degree, and so asked his advisor about what would be the quickest and easiest way out of college. He was advised to switch to journalism.
I then go on to refer to Dunning-Kruger, the study wherein it was determined that people of low intellectual ability are not capable of realizing their own intellectual shortcomings due to … low intellectual ability.
I have no doubt that Ehrlick’s office is lined with diplomas and honors, maybe awards. As professions go, journalism is perhaps the least self-aware, and also one that hands out awards to one another like Halloween candy. It is also a very smug profession, and as we all know, smugness, while annoying, is also a defense mechanism used to hide deep insecurity. On some level, do journalists suspect they are frauds?
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THE MUSICAL INDUSTRIAL COMPLEX — Part #3 (British Invaders WHO Are They Now?)
By Cranky Yanky
BLOGGER’S NOTE: I will no longer be including the occasional music criticism in my posts since I have realized that it only confuses the message. Besides, music is highly subjective, and opinions are like a**holes; everybody has one, and they all stink. So, moving forward, I intend to be like a restaurant critic who profiles the chef and kitchen staff but never mentions the food. If you still choose to $ample the menu after I have pointed out the unsanitary conditions, all I can say is Bon Appetit!
Of course, “Who Are They Now?” is a play on the VH1 TV series “Where Are They Now?” But considering that most of the 60s British Invaders have either moved on to their next incarnation or are desperately clinging to their last shred of (ir)relevance, an exploration of their ancestral origins seems more logical. I did a lot of genealogical work for this post but fear not, dear reader, since most of these characters appear to have magically manifested into this realm out of thin air. When I do have family history information to share, I have attempted to make it as concise and painless as possible. So, let’s “meet the parents,” shall we?
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