Today, let us make haste to enjoy life.
Who knows if we will be tomorrow?
Jean Racine
All the Secrets of the Universe and Some Really Important Stuff Too!
Today, let us make haste to enjoy life.
Who knows if we will be tomorrow?
Jean Racine
I think the ZMan always linked to Fairytale of New York by the Pogues every Christmas. And being a native New Yorker I have a certain nostalgia for the city from the time before it died.
And since this is the first Christmas since the ZMan died I thought I’d post something to remind me of his site.
Merry Christmas to ZMan wherever heaven for the dissident right might be.
To repair the irreparable ravages of time.
Jean Racine

Well, Christmas has arrived. No not the Day or the Eve. We’re still four or five days away but the reality has landed. On Sunday, Camera Girl and her daughters and granddaughter will be making Christmas cookies all day. Now this is a major event in the holiday. When it happens, I can grab a cookie or two with every cup of coffee she serves between now and Christmas (and even a while after). So, this ushers in the end of reasonable eating habits until the end of the holiday. I approximate I’ll put on five pounds between now and then. And at my age that’s a burden because losing five pounds is painful. It’ll take three or four weeks to shed it.
But I have to admit it’s worth it. Christmas dinner will include both roast beef and home-made lasagna. And I have already seen the ingredients for ricotta cheese cake and several half gallons of very good ice cream. I even complained bitterly until she stocked up on some Klondike Bars. I know for a fact that several of the grandchildren love them and I refused to miss out on a chance to spoil the little guys. As I’ve stated before, I believe my chance at immortality depends on their good opinion of me after I go to that big website in the sky. So, I groused about the ice cream and voila! I saw them in the groceries yesterday.
So yeah, I’ll eat too much rich food and will be pretty groggy by December 26th.
But it’s worth it. After all, the next real holiday after this is Valentine’s Day and that’s a month and a half away. Plus, that’s just one small meal. The next respectable eating marathon is Easter. And whether that’s the end of March or the beginning of April that’s an eternity away. We’ll even be close to the end of winter and that’s an eternity away from right now. So, I’ll begin enjoying myself with those cookies and I’ll continue with my holiday movie viewing ritual and that should insulate me from whatever insanity is breaking loose in the “so-called” real world. And it’s working I’ve skipped right over the psychopaths shooting up innocent people at colleges and on beaches and wherever else they want to target humanity. I’ll just let the other pundits address these depressing abominations.
I’ll concentrate on coming up with a decent line of conversation with my grandchildren and providing a chance for my children and their spouses to relax for a few hours while I distract their children with desserts and black and white movies. That seems like a worthwhile endeavor in this crazy world we inhabit. I won’t think about the plans at the state capitol to raise our taxes to make up for the Biden dollars that aren’t flowing in any more. I won’t worry about the attempts to make homeless encampments permanent all over the state. Instead, I’ll compare the relative merits of the various cinematic portrayals of Bob Cratchit over the years. Yeah, Cratchit should be next.
Crime, like virtue, has its degrees;
Jean Racine
Jake Barter is a shadowy figure who inhabits the Compound somewhere in the semi-mythical town of Dunwich, New England (state unspecified). He is the sole proprietor of the website Orion’s Cold Fire and splits his time between battling the eldritch horror and annoying bureaucracy of Dunwich’s First Selectman Cthulhu and pursuing his avocations (science fiction writing, macrophotography and right-wing politics). His schooling was in math, chemistry, engineering and classical languages. In a past life he designed biopharmaceutical processing plants. Now he concentrates on getting a decently brewed cup of coffee every morning. He is happily married to Camera Girl and enjoys the status of patriarch, surrounded by his descendants and their relations.
This is the Author’s Bio I put on Amazon today. For a figment of my imagination, it comes reasonably close to being a facsimile of me. If I had known what a pain in the neck it is selling a book I might have been dissuaded from doing it. There’s an enormous amount of hand-waving and classifying and “key words” and other stuff that I thought I could slough off on other people entirely. Then there’s Amazon Ads and Goodreads approval and before you know it I’ll have to be interviewed by Oprah and the View.
But there is some progress being made. I got my e-book listed with a pre-order page and an Author’s Page for Jake Barter up on Amazon and on Sunday a proof copy of the paperback will be arriving. Supposedly it has some kind of watermark on it to designate it as “not for sale.” But I’ll be playing around with it like a dog with his favorite bone.
As I mentioned the other day, this week was the first time I started thinking about what might be in the next book taking place in that “world.” This one will have Connors trying to deal with a fractured America. President Chastain and the red and blue states will be brokering short term arrangements as the Constitutional Convention is set up. There will be plenty to discuss while the red states stand by the exits in case “business as usual” is what ends up prevailing.
I’m thinking of inventing a character who demands a new Declaration of Independence that includes the statement, “All Men are Created Unequal and endowed by their Creator with unique characteristics that require free association to ensure nobody has to be forced to endure unbearable neighbors.”
Now, that might sound as if it’s clear enough to avoid the same problems we’re having now from happening again. But I’m convinced that’s not true. It’s not the words on the paper. It’s not even the way the government is structured. It’s inherent in human beings that they will twist whatever arrangements they live under to unfairly advantage themselves over their neighbors. The Greeks and Romans went through these same things. The rich and the powerful bend the government to their advantage and make their neighbors slaves.
Maybe the best way to deal with this is to tear the whole thing down to the ground every two hundred and fifty years. Give everyone the same amount of stuff and start over. It probably couldn’t be any worse than what happens if you don’t. Well let’s see what George and Paul come up with.
My only hope lies in my despair.
Jean Racine