Rep Cori Bush, radical cancelist

I have trouble imagining myself as a Democrat, but I was one in the early-to middle 1990s. In my defense, I found them, by and large, to be a reprehensible lot. I am speaking here of the leadership of the Montana Democratic Party at that time. The leader of the party was Senator Max Baucus, as thoroughly dislikable as any politician I have ever known or followed, and I include Al Gore in that sentiment. I have worse things to say about the stuttering galoot, but I’ll stop there.

In my defense, as Monty Python might say, I got better. I quit the party, but I did not bounce to the Republican half of our one-party system. I came to realize that each party has a role to play, working together to prevent the rise of a true second party. The idea that we must be one or the other, or that behind closed doors there is true disagreement between them, is in my view absurd. Both parties work in conjunction to contain us, to keep us from moving out and forming movements that might threaten them. True, when elections are underway, there is intense bickering. But when it is over, they settle in and nothing changes, ever.

I do not vote, ever. I am told I have to vote to have a voice, but learned many years ago (the 2000s) that elections are stage-managed affairs, and that votes, the further up the power structure one goes, are not even counted.

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Oh no, not another Moon post!

No, not really. Honestly, if we did not have a Petra, I would have to hire one, as she kept it lively. Unfortunately, the blog does not have a large enough budget to pay her or to hire someone like her.

Jackie Barlow put up a comment linking us to a treasure trove of information called Apollo Reality: How, and where, NASA faked the lunar landing, and lunar lift off.` I think I have seen this before, or at least knew of it. It involves a great deal of reading, and for me, wonderment at how they managed to get hold of so many incriminating photos and videos. I am thinking, once again, limited hangout.

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Occam’s razor, and other matters

William of Ockham, a 14th century philosopher, is credited with his “razor,” that “entities must not be multiplied beyond necessity,” often interpreted to mean that the simplest explanation usually leads us closest to truth.

It is a tool, nothing more, and like any tool, the craftperson holding it is more important than the tool itself. You can give me a pallet and oil paints and brushes, but I assure you the end product will not be a Mona Lisa, but rather more like a Jackson Pollack. Onlookers to Pollack’s work, seen at the Museum of Modern Art in New York City, are encouraged to look at the painting below and marvel at its beauty. 

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How stupid are we? (he asked, rhetorically)

When I was in high school, I worked afternoons in a grocery store, Albertson’s. In those days stores would buy a full two page newspaper ad each Thursday highlighting sale prices, and people would buy sale items, often in quantity. One day I noticed our assistant manager going around and marking up various items – I asked him “John, what’s this about?”

He said that they had to make up for money they lost on advertised sale items, so that part of his job was to go around and mark up enough stuff so that the store would break even on their “sale”.  It was a good life lesson on how things really worked. There were no computers in those days, so that the process was not foolproof, but was at least carefully calculated.

This morning on entering our local Kings Sooper I encountered this sign. It says that shopping carts will stop rolling if they leave the parking lot.

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Wagging the Moondoggie, the clip show

I would not be doing this were it not so much fun reading McGowan. He does have a nice sense of humor. I originally did this in reaction to Petra’s challenge, to find one scrap of evidence in McGowan’s 14 essays that in any way gives strength to the argument that we never went to the moon. Petra, if she can be believed this time, has now bailed. After one presentation!

Somewhere, in one of my moon essays, I showed photos of the supposed moon buggy used by the astronauts compared to a Willies Jeep. The guy did good work, getting hold of actual dimensions and then overlaying them over a buggy.

I thought I had written a post about this matter, but no luck finding it. I did search for the words “willies jeep” in our archives, and found that phrase was used in this post, in which I described every one of the 14 McGowan essays, so that the work I intended to do here was already done!  The clip show is over – just go to the link.

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Book talk

Anna Karenina

‘I shall get angry with Ivan the coachman in the same way, shall dispute in the same way, shall inopportunely express my thoughts; there will still be a wall between my soul’s holy of holies and other people; even my wife I shall blame for my own fears and shall repent it. My reason will still not understand why I pray, but I shall pray, and my life, my whole life, independently of anything that may happen to me, is every moment of it no longer meaningless as it was before but has an unquestionable meaning of goodness with which I have the power to invest it.’

I decided going into ankle surgery and a period of disability that I would attempt to read what is considered one of the greatest works of fiction of all time, Anna Karenina, by Leo Tolstoy. How would I know if it is the greatest? I cannot know any such thing, as I have not read enough of the classics. I should have more periods of disability, as a friend of ours in Bozeman, a wonderfully serene man and a Jewish physician, not only read Don Quixote, but when we knew him, was rereading it. There is something there. We have a copy upstairs, and I am tempted to give it a go.

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Wokism and other stuff

This is just a compendium of small matters that together amount to … a small matter.

Are you alive?

I am 72. I cannot believe how much time has passed, how my childhood is now so far away, and how various events in my life which I thought significant are now ‘distant’. I am not yet old in any sense other than the body does not keep up with the mind. When I went under the knife for surgery on my ankle, they gathered information on me, other surgeries, personal habits, all that stuff, and most importantly, what drugs am I taking? The answer: None. I take an occasional sleeping pill, but that is rare and mostly I don’t even think of it as I fall asleep at night. Other than that … nada. The reaction I got from the young lady at the orthopedic center, who does this for a living and whose clientele are mostly older folks like me … “amazing!”

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A beautiful scam by Viasat

We take satellite TV from Viasat, our only choice. No one else can deliver a signal to us, and our former TV carrier, Centurylink, went to hell on us, claiming its equipment is too old to adequately serve rural customers. This is a situation that has affected customers all over its Western base.

By and large, Viasat is just adequate. Relying as it does on satellites in geosynchronous orbit (and I know, some say satellites do not exist – I remain unconvinced) at 22,236 miles above the planet, there is a natural signal delay. We first noticed this as our phone signal, which we had connected to the Viasat router, was unusable because of a talk over delay. Same with our cell phones, so we 1) had to go back to Centurylink for land line service, adding $50 monthly to our cost of service from Viasat, and 2) had to turn off our cell phone reliance on the Viasat signal too, using T-Mobile and its weak signal to the house for cell service. In the end we were overpaying Viasat for services they could not deliver. But we had no choice other than to go bare or return to DirectTV and their overpriced service, wanting us to purchase 60+ channels when we only watch one or two. That business model is either dead or dying but they refuse to let it go.

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Unexpected wisdom

I enjoy the works of C.J. Box, a writer who lives in Wyoming and has given us the character Joe Pickett.

Pickett is a game warden, and has never wanted to do anything else. He is also a man who, knowingly or not, thrives on the idea that people automatically underestimate him. He does not look for trouble, but trouble finds him, and in Box’s world, this trouble manifests in an endless assortment of villains that find their way to the wilderness of northern Wyoming. Pickett is not Rambo, and does not automatically come out on top of his engagements with these assorted bad guys. He suffers, gets lost, makes mistakes, gets shot and loses one truck and horse after another, only surviving by some sort of native intelligence that pushes him to do something that allows him to, in the end, survive and to be with his wife, Marybeth, and daughters Sheridan and Lucy.

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Resolution for 2023: Decolonize, de-imperialize, and restore sovereignty

As a child of the 1950s and ‘60s I cannot help but see flashes of Vietnam in Empire’s latest – hopefully its final – military expedition(s).  Social media platforms and television propaganda maintain a persistent numbness.  Institutional and individual indifference breeds a hunger for bread and circuses, football, Disneyland, talk shows and star-spangled “influencers,” who excrete toxic slime from every crack and crevice.  The system now occupies every square inch of terrain.  Bureaucrats, bored out of their minds, nevertheless read the latest memo from Washington directing street operations programmed to steer the “hive mind” hither and yon, round and round, to a place called nowhere. 

It’s hard aimless work averting eyeballs — already robbed of their gaze — day in, day out, away from the wretched, inhumane global slave quarters and killing zones where pillage of the last untrammeled forests, grasslands, and scenic vistas produce commodities and emerging, synthetic  “Green” markets needed to keep the insatiable machines, financial schemes and meaningless political simulations from totally melting down.  Down this road is one logical end: suicide. 

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