Brooklyn Subway Attack – Get Out of the Cities

Some kind of a mass casualty event went on this morning in a Brooklyn subway train that spilled over onto the 36th St subway stop in Sunset Park.  Looking at the footage maybe it was a smoke bomb followed by a handgun volley.  There are supposed to be fifteen people injured.  At least a couple look like gunshot injuries.

When all is said and done maybe no one will know who, what, or why this happened.  The NYPD’s capabilities have been seriously degraded.  And whatever the FBI says will be suspect.  The takeaway for me is New York City will soon be comparable to Mexico City or Rio de Janeiro.  A large city with some remaining cultural icons that is infested with crime and horrible poverty.

Thanks Democrats.

Arizona Law Requiring Proof of Citizenship to Vote Should Provide a Good Test of SCOTUS

This election season Dementia Joe and his evil minions will try to swamp the polls with illegal voters.  Arizona’s law attempting to prevent this abuse will be a test case to see if the “conservative” Supreme Court is worth the breath that’s been spent talking about it.  The law is sure to be challenged.  Either elections can be made to run fairly or we’re a banana republic.  Currently 2020 proved we’re a failed state but maybe, just maybe, there are still enough people left who want their freedom back to turn this thing around.  My proof that this can happen will be sixty new Republican seats in the House and ten more Republican senate seats.

I think that’s fair.

photog Forced into the 21st Century Kicking and Screaming

Life here in Dunwich has become complicated of late.  I need to get a new PayPal account open for a project I’m working on.  But now you HAVE to have a cell phone number to do that.  Very aggravating.  I attempted to get the cheapest plan (~$15/mo.) and the cheapest phone but now that combination has bitten me in the butt.  The phone won’t do the things that the plan needs to make it work.  I spent several hours on with technical support trying to get things working.  They sent detailed but cryptic instructions for accomplishing this.

Some of these instructions were like some kind of athletic game show event.  Turn on the phone, tap-hold an app, put it on the front screen, pull out the sim card, throw it in the air, catch it with the other hand, pat your head and rub your stomach, sacrifice a goat, say Beetlejuice three times and finally slam the phone into my forehead.  And sadly it still didn’t work.  But I’ve been accepted onto next season’s Survivor show.  Apparently they think I’m willing to do anything.

Well, so be it.  I’ll probably get a different phone or plan or both but it has allowed me to wallow in self-pity.  I actually had a nightmare last night that was probably brought on by the angst I was feeling about my status as a technophobe.  I dreamt I was designing and installing a pharmaceutical process train.  And after it was completely done I could see that it would be a death trap for the operators.  It would allow highly flammable solvent fumes to come in contact with electrical components that weren’t rated for the hazardous service.

And in the nightmare I was trying to convince management to decommission the equipment I was commissioning without ever using it.  It was one of those dreams where it’s obvious there’s no escape but you have no choice but to keep looking for the way out.  Maybe I should have blamed Putin’s Price Hike.

Well, anyway, somehow I have to resolve the great smart phone standoff and a whole list of other chores.  I’ve got to sell some old lenses, plant some seedlings, get business advice from an expert, make some insurance decisions and figure out what to write about today.  And that doesn’t include the fact that I have to catch up on the novel.  The last few days I let things slip.  Well really I’ve been trying to resolve a problem with the plot.  I need to invent some new characters.  And it has demotivated me.  But I think I figured out what to do.

And it’s raining today.  But it’s been a good few days on the site.  On Saturday and Sunday I got linked by two aggregators and that accounted for five or six hundred extra readers those days.  That was enjoyable.  So there have been some wins and some losses.  Okay.  So, on with the parade!  Maybe I’m the the Master of Ceremonies today or maybe I’m the guy with the broom and the trash can cleaning up after the elephants.  Either way, I’m moving forward.

Out of the Past (1947) – An OCF Classic Movie Review

This is one of the quintessential film noirs.

(Spoiler Alert – Skip down to last paragraph to avoid spoilers and read recommendation)

Robert Mitchum is Jeff Bailey, an auto repair shop owner living in a small town.  He has a girl, Ann Miller who is in love with him and a deaf-mute boy who helps him with his shop.  But he is hiding from his past.  He was Jeff Markham, a private detective that was sent on an assignment by underworld boss Whit Sterling (played with good natured panache by Kirk Douglas) to find a girl who stole $40,000 from Whit and shot him for good measure.  The girl, Kathie Moffat is hiding out in Mexico and while staking her out Jeff falls entirely in love with her and the two run away to live their lives far from Whit Sterling.

But Jeff’s partner Jack Fisher, hunts them down and demands the $40,000 to keep from telling Sterling about their double cross.  During a fistfight between Jeff and Fisher Kathie shoots Fisher dead.  While Jeff buries Fisher’s body Kathie skips out on him.  Jeff decides to take on the new identity as Jeff Bailey and settles in the small town of Bridgeport, California.

But now one of Whit Sterling’s men arrives in Bridgeport and recognizes Jeff.  He summons Jeff to Whit’s summer house on Lake Tahoe.  When Jeff gets there, he finds Kathie has reconciled with Whit and now it’s Jeff’s turn to square accounts with the underworld boss.  There is a complicated scenario where Jeff is supposed to recover some tax documents that Whit’s accountant is using to blackmail him.  But it’s really a set-up whereby Jeff will be the fall guy for the accountant’s murder.  And, of course, Kathie is part of the double cross too.  There are a number of reversals but finally Jeff arranges a deal with Sterling such that Kathie will be on the hook for Fisher’s murder and Jeff will be cleared of all the various crimes he’s been framed for in return for the return of the tax documents.

But Kathie decides to upend the deal by murdering Sterling.  Now she and Jeff are on the run for the various murders that have been committed and Jeff realizes that he’ll never have that small town life he tried to escape to.  He and Kathie die in a hail of bullets as he drives their car into a police ambush.

Interspersed between the action scenes we have the love story between Jeff and Ann.  She’s a gentle woman who believes that Jeff has a good side that exists beneath the tough persona that he projects to the world.  And her belief in him propels him to try and escape from the criminal existence that Kathie has drawn him into.  But fate eventually claims his life and leaves Ann to mourn him.

As with all good film noir, the plot is an awful mess.  All of their terrible choices propel the protagonists to their bleak fates.  But the movie is a pleasure to watch.  Mitchum is at the top of his game with a tightly knit plot and lots of great lines to toss off.  Kirk Douglas is an affable crime boss and adds a lot to the film.  Kathie is a wonderfully dishonest femme fatale and is constantly double-crossing everyone in sight.  And the rest of the supporting cast is fine too.  I highly recommend this movie for film noir devotees and basically anyone who likes a good story.

NY Times Projects

I was looking over some headlines and the following one by the NY Times caught my eye. “How Do We Deal With a Superpower Led by a War Criminal?”  And being the objective, logical thinker I am, I thought, “The New York times is turning on Biden?  How strange!”

Of course I joke, ha ha.  But really think back to the disastrous Afghan surrender debacle.  When a suicide bomber killed thirteen American military personnel Biden ordered a retaliatory drone strike that killed a car full of Afghan children.  I think the NY Times would have been happy to label a Republican Commander in Chief as a “war criminal” on the strength of such a stupid and irresponsible act.

It’s remarkable just how little objective truth any longer enters into “the news.”  It’s propaganda all the time.  And it’s not a one way street.  Both sides blast away with their spin 24/7.  And we’ve all adapted.  I don’t think I give credence to a single thing I read in the mainstream media unless it passes all of my smell tests.  And that goes double for right-wing sources.

Nowadays I tend to look for stories that give bad news for their own partisans.  Those are the only stories that I can depend on not being propaganda.  After all you don’t tell bad news that isn’t true about your own guys.  It doesn’t sell papers or garner clicks or whatever the business model is now.

So that brings me to the latest headlines.

Biden approval rating at lowest point in CBS News poll

Democrats face steep odds in bid to keep Senate

Is the US headed for a recession?

Biden Admits Being Bribe Taking Big Guy

Okay, I made that last one up myself.  But you get my point from the other ones.  The news is so bad for the Democrats and Biden that even they can’t lie their way out of this one.  Eventually as we get closer to November I expect to see the New York Times come out with a headline that covers the whole front page with the words,

Run for the Hills!!!

How sweet it is.

Being Managed by the Managerial State

One of the hallmarks of the current system we live under is that it is assumed that people cannot manage their own lives anymore without the guidance (control) of experts in government and industry.  The computerized systems we must negotiate to satisfy the requirements of daily life are arcane to the point of impenetrability.  And they’re constantly patched and endlessly updated.  At every turn we need to employ the “help” of experts and agents of the government and quasi-official agencies or just corporate customer service.  Some of these in the corporate ranks are, to be fair, quite good.  You might buy a phone or a service contract from a vendor and they might do excellent work providing customer service for their products or services.

But for every good example there are a dozen where customer service is provided by someone in Mumbai with English language skills that would test the patience of Job.  And sometimes the results of consulting these representatives are worse than useless.  Rather than alleviate some initial problem they sink you deeper in a morass of problems.  And going through these sometimes hours-long ordeals saps your energy and raises your stress levels through the roof.

And this is just trying to get the service on a device working.  Imagine what it’s like when the IRS gets its claws into you.  Then we’re talking about terror.  And taking it all the way to infinity, imagine dealing with the FBI when they take a battering ram to your front door at 3 a.m. prior to dragging you off to the gulag.  I guess you could describe the whole system as assault by expert.  We are no longer allowed to live our lives in a simple reasonable way.  We have each become just a cog in the machine.  And every cog must be cut into the precise size and shape needed to conform to the requirements of the machine.

It might be bearable if it wasn’t apparent that the stress, embarrassment and pain inflicted in the machining of the cogs is obviously a feature of the process and not a bug.  Just as in the Soviet system, control is maintained through fear and confusion.  Orwell described this system in his novel “1984” and Solzhenitsyn confirmed its reality and provided details in his memoir “Gulag Archipelago.”

So, what’s my point?  Well, just this.  Winning elections is not going to gain back the country we had.  Whoever is president is going to have to demolish the Deep State.  And that means eliminating thousands and thousands of bureaucrats whose jobs are meant to bludgeon us into submission, literally cause death by a thousand paper cuts.

I’ve read that eliminating those bureaucrats can’t be done.  That all those bureaucrats’ jobs are protected by federal law.  To that I say, “So what?”  Surely the President can transfer all of these torturers into completely harmless parts of their departments.  If need be, he can create sections where the offending individuals can be employed stuffing envelopes with letters that won’t be mailed.  He can keep them doing that until they’re forced into retirement by extreme old age.

But by whatever means he comes up with to do it, that’s what must be done.  All those FBI agents who currently spend their days enticing disgruntled Americans into joining phony militias with phony insurrections can be reassigned to a division where all their time is spent ticketing double parked limousines outside the State Department.  All of the IRS agents can be repurposed as latrine inspectors for the National Parks Service.  All of the bureaucrats currently hassling utilities companies about the carbon dioxide emissions of their combustion plants can be safely transferred to Denali National Park in Alaska where they can monitor the temperature of the grizzly bears with a rectal thermometer.  Or they can try to at least once.

All kidding aside.  Whoever wants to save this country will have to dismantle wide swaths of the managerial state just to start regaining control of the federal government.  There’s no other way.  Think about that Mr. Trump and anyone else who thinks he wants the job.  And then think about how you can get it done.

The Big House (1930) – An OCF Classic Movie Review

Other than Wallace Beery who starred and Lewis Stone as the Warden I don’t remember ever having seen any of the other cast.  This is a very early “talkie” and so the acting is a bit broad.

(Spoiler Alert – Skip down to last paragraph to avoid spoilers and read recommendation)

An upper-class young man, Kent, is sentenced to ten years in prison for killing a man in an automobile accident while driving drunk.  He is put in a crowded cell with the two toughest prisoners.  Wallace Beery is “Machine Gun Butch” and the other prisoner is a master thief named Morgan.

Kent gets into conflicts with most of the prisoners because of his soft upbringing so he joins up with one of the prison rats and agrees to give information to the guards in return for lightening his sentence.  Kent has a beautiful sister Anne.  Morgan sees her when she comes to visit her brother and falls in love with her.  Because of a frame up by Kent, Morgan loses his imminent parole chance.  When an opportunity occurs Morgan escapes from the prison and goes to see Anne.  She figures out that he is an escapee but helps him escape pursuit.  Somehow or other they strike up a romance and he even comes home to visit her parents!

But eventually he is recaptured and arrives back in prison just as Butch is plotting a major jail break.  But Kent rats them out and the escape becomes a riot with Butch and his men holding the guards as hostages and both sides blazing away at each other with machine guns.  Finally Butch declares that he will kill all the guards one by one if his men aren’t allowed to escape.  When Butch kills the head guard, the Warden calls for the Army to bring in tanks to break up the riot.

Morgan decides to save the guards by locking them in a cell with a solid steel door and throwing away the key.  Butch decides that Morgan is the rat and goes gunning for him.  In the melee Kent is killed in the crossfire and butch and Morgan wound each other in a gunfight.  When Butch discovers that it was Kent who sold him out, he and Morgan reconcile with Butch dying of his wounds.  The tanks overcome the prisoners’ resistance and order is restored.  Afterward Morgan is hailed as a hero for saving the guards’ lives.  He is pardoned and upon getting out he is welcomed out by his fiancée Anne.

This movie is a parody of prison.  Butch and most of the other prisoners and guards are caricatures of the stereotypes that we would come to expect in movies about prison.  But I found myself enjoying the movie mostly because Wallace Beery is an enjoyable comic actor in most of the movies I’ve seen him in.  And how can you dislike a movie that features the prisoners setting up and betting on and cheering for their favorites in a cockroach race.  Especially when we find out that the race was fixed by the favorite being glued to the ground with bubble gum!  I don’t think I can recommend this movie for anyone in particular except for fans of Wallace Beery.  Good old Long John Silver.