

All the Secrets of the Universe and Some Really Important Stuff Too!


Texas has yet to learn submission to any oppression, come from what source it may.
Sam Houston

Looking back eighteen years to that horrifying day it’s remarkable to think of how much courage and patriotism was squandered and how the enemies of this country both domestic and foreign have capitalized on the truly awful leadership that Bush and Obama provided. I guess I should be grateful that we didn’t end up with the trifecta by way of Hillary but the bitterness of those wasted years is discouraging.
The lesson I’ll take away from all that is never assume the war is won. It’s never over. Complacency is fatal. If you are not attacking the enemy then your are retreating. Every institution that they’ve undermined and subverted is a battle that still needs to be fought, another hill to take. Every RINO in Congress or running for President is a roadblock to rolling back the insanity that’s been imposed. Make sure your leaders are actually on your side. Check their bona fides.
President Trump and the Brexit movement in England and some of the other Nationalist leaders in Italy, Poland, Hungary and elsewhere give me hope that we still have time to scramble back from the edge of the abyss and straighten out the world we will leave our children and grandchildren. I hope it’s not too late.
I’ll continue on some practical things I can think of for people to do in their own lives with their own loved ones to avoid the damage that our culture does to us, especially the young people. I’ll add additional parts to the “Reclaiming the Family” series. I think that is useful.
There are fifty days left until the Halloween deadline that Boris Johnson set for Brexit. I am very excited to see if Boris can outmaneuver his foes and either let the date pass without any extension or force a General election. I think between Farage and Johnson they can secure an actual working majority of real conservatives to pass the Brexit and any other British legislation that’s been held captive by the Tory globalists. I hope he gets both those results.
Well, even though today broke eighty degrees New England summer is done. The leaves are starting to drop and the butterflies and dragonflies are retreating. Soon fall foliage will be going on and considering my red-green color blindness the results will definitely be hit or miss. The NY Yankees look to win the AL East division and surprisingly it looks like the Boston Red Sox and their rabid fans will be missing the playoffs this year. New York’s pitching is barely so-so but the hitting is phenomenal. Which means they’ll probably be knocked out in the AL Championship game. But Camera Girl is very excited to see them play and even I have dropped my perennial cynicism and have the boys of summer on several times. Go Yanks!
And finally I have managed to hold onto my Biden prediction. I’m ride’n with Biden. I think Creepy Joe will be the nominee and President Trump’s punching bag. Blood filled eye, advanced senile dementia or even occasional bouts of priapism should not stop Joe. He’s a man on a mission. And when he declares Spartacus or Fauxcahantas his running mate the signs in Revelations will be consummated.
Looks to be a busy fall. Stay tuned.
We view ourselves on the eve of battle. We are nerved for the contest, and must conquer or perish. It is vain to look for present aid: none is at hand. We must now act or abandon all hope! Rally to the standard, and be no longer the scoff of mercenary tongues! Be men, be free men, that your children may bless their father’s name.
Sam Houston



Joe Britt (played by the irascible William Demarest) is a New York City cab driver. He and his wife Phyllis (played by the always entertaining Joan Blondell) are thoroughly sick and tired of being married to each other. She is always accusing him of running around on her behind her back and he constantly complains about her cooking and bad attitude.
On the night in question, Joe has just finished his dinner that he said tasted like corrugated plastic and Phyllis tells him it was that way because he was so late coming home from running around with some floozy. Meanwhile the television repairman (played by the always loopy Sterling Holloway) is busy in the living room plying his trade. Joe comes in and accuses him of padding the bill and in general being a crook. The repairman smiles and tells him that the tv is now fixed and that there won’t be any charge.
Joe starts watching the wrestling match but suddenly the picture changes to a recent scene in Joe’s life where he is talking to some woman, he’s having an affair with. Joe is shocked and tells Phyllis there’s something wrong with the tv and she has to call the repairman back to fix it. While she is back in the kitchen Joe turns the set on again and this time, he sees the earlier scene between himself and Phyllis where he complained about the dinner. As Joe continues to complain about the television set Phyllis begins to think that Joe is seriously ill and she calls a doctor.
When Joe looks at the tv again he sees a scene where he and Phyllis have physical brawl with him pushing her down and her smashing a ceramic sculpture over his head. Finally, after more blows are exchanged Joe punches Phyllis in the face and she flies backward and out the window to the pavement several floors below. Joe collapses in stunned disbelief and Phyllis helps him to bed.
The doctor attends to Joe and afterward tells Phyllis that Joe is hallucinating and she should get him to a psychiatrist. When he leaves Joe calls Phyllis to his bedside and begins to tell her about his affair and declares his love for Phyllis. She flies into a rage and berates him and packs her clothes to leave. While this is happening, Joe sees another scene on the tv. He sees himself in a law court being sentenced to death for killing Phyllis. When he sees this, he once again collapses to the floor but instead of pitying him Phyllis mocks him over and over, laughing hysterically that it must be his floozy he sees on the screen.
Joe snaps. He punches his hand through the tv picture tube and with bleeding knuckles he recreates his assault on Phyllis that we saw earlier on the tv. And sure enough, she ends up falling out the window to her death. In the final scene the police and neighbors crowd into his apartment and Joe is arrested and hauled away. As he is leaving the tv repairman shows up and asks Joe to recommend his service to others.
I love this episode. It’s wonderfully absurd and contains marvelously over the top overacting by some real old pros. The War of the Sexes at its level best. A-.


When a government has ceased to protect the lives, liberty, and property of the people … and … becomes an instrument in the hands of evil rulers for their oppression … it is a … sacred obligation to their posterity to abolish such government, and create another in its stead.
Sam Houston

Jordan Herrick is a newspaper columnist who is on an assignment to interview a famous actress Pamela Morris whose greatest role was as the queen in the film “Queen of the Nile.” When he arrives, the maid shows him into the house which is filled with ancient Egyptian sculptures. Here he sees a painting of the actress signed by the artist and dated 1940 (twenty-four years before). Next he is escorted out to the swimming pool where the actress is swimming. Pamela welcomes him and Jordan attempts to find out Pamela’s age. When she tells him, she is thirty-eight he reminds her of the portrait dated 1940 which would have made her fourteen at the time the painting. But the painting is of an obviously mature woman. Pamela replies that she was precocious. There is obviously chemistry between the two of them and Jordan asks if they can meet again and she agrees to tomorrow night at 8 pm. But when he is leaving a woman whom Pamela has introduced as her mother tells Jordan that actually she is Pamela’s daughter.
During the date Jordan tells Pamela what the old woman said but Pamela explains that since an accident that killed Pamela’s father, her mother has been mentally disturbed. They agree to see each other again the next night but after he leaves Jordan calls up his editor and tries to get more information on Pamela. He finds out that a theater that she admitted to playing had been demolished in the 1920s and that the actress, Constance Taylor, that played in a silent era version of “Queen of the Nile” looked exactly like Pamela Morris. And Taylor had disappeared in a mysterious cave-in during filming in Egypt.
When he arrives at Pamela’s house, he shows his evidence to Pamela’s “mother” and is told that all of it is true and that Pamela is dangerous and Jordan should leave. But Jordan refuses, saying he wants to find out the truth of this amazing story. When Jordan confronts her, she agrees to tell him everything but first she adds a powder to his coffee while he isn’t looking. While he is drinking it, she goes over to a potted plant and retrieves a little glass box and brings it over to Jordan. Jordan is already feeling the effects of the drug Pamela put in his drink but he still has the concentration to ask her about the box. She tells him it contains a living scarab beetle that she got from a Pharaoh of ancient Egypt. But at this point he collapses to the floor and when Pamela sets the beetle on his bare chest he ages instantly and goes from a very old man to a skeleton and finally into a pile of powder spilling out of his clothes on the living room floor. Pamela scoops up the scarab and holding it breast absorbs the life force that she has stolen from Jordan. The old lady comes in and upbraids her for her murder but is threatened with death by Pamela and retreats.
Finally, another young man shows up at the house and we are to assume that Pamela will go through the same sequence with him.
Okay, so this is a transparent plot that everybody has figured out two minutes in. And the acting isn’t anything to write home about. But having the old woman tell us that she is the younger woman’s daughter was kind of fun. And even thought the special effects are pretty crummy I kind of liked this one. B.

Victor Davis Hanson apparently agrees with my guess that Creepy Uncle Joe is the Dems choice for least likely to frighten off the marginally sane portion of their voters.
https://amgreatness.com/2019/09/08/biden-or-bust/
Well, good. I was starting to feel self-conscious with all the Fauxcahantas talk. And we deserve to have Joe at the debates. I think he’ll charge Trump’s lectern and will have to be tranq darted by his own Secret Service team to prevent Trump’s larger Secret Service team from handling him themselves.
