All authority is in the throne; and what is the throne? This wooden frame covered with velvet? No, I am the throne.
Napoleon Bonaparte
All the Secrets of the Universe and Some Really Important Stuff Too!
All authority is in the throne; and what is the throne? This wooden frame covered with velvet? No, I am the throne.
Napoleon Bonaparte
Dims have been calling Republicans fascists and Hitler for most of my life. The really ironic part is they couldn’t define fascism if their little lives depended on it.
I’ve still got some of my Dad’s West Point Textbooks, mostly dating from the late 30’s to early 40’s. One, “The Governments of the Major Foreign Powers”, p 1941 looks to be what we would now call Political Science, a misnomer if there ever was one. The book spends about 50 pages per country with great detail. It should be required reading at Harvard, etc.
Few people know that Fascism is an offshoot or variation of socialism. It was originated by Benito Mussolini, who, up to that time was a functionary in the Italian Socialist Party. At the time of his takeover of Italy, he was widely applauded and acclaimed by the US left. He did, after all, make the trains run on time.
One of the biggest differences between socialism and fascism is that socialism wanted state ownership of industry whereas fascism was fine with private ownership but required state control. Does that remind you of anything?
It seems that it is common today to bandy about the accusation of “Fascist” without a clue as to what Facism is.
Attached are 3 pages from a 1941 West Point textbook titled, “The Governments of the Major Foreign Powers”. These 3 pages are excerpts from approx 40 pages on the Government of Italy. It should be noted that, since this book was published in 1941, the US had yet to have entered the war.
Frankly, after rereading the short chapter on Fascist Doctrine, I can see the origin of quite a bit of the DNA from today’s left.
Obviously, the book also covers Nazi Germany.
Well, another day in captivity. But there is the possibility I’ll have at least most of Saturday off. Surfacing and looking around I see that the consensus is growing that Trump is leading Harris in the swing states. So, of course that means Harris declares him Hitler. Well, as anyone who’s been on the internet for a few decades knows when you pull the Hitler card you lose. But it’s always fun to see someone bring back the classics.
Honestly, all of the “drama” in the last week and a half of the election is overblown. Harris is an unlikable person who comes off as a phony and an emotionally unstable individual. Really the only question is whether the Democrats have alienated enough of their base to lose so conclusively that normal voter fraud will be insufficient. And since half the polls are rigged, we’re just going to have to wait until election day (or later) to find out.
Well, I’m fine with that. I just hope the Democrats are out of snipers. Trump is doing a rally in Madison Square Garden and there isn’t anywhere to hide on that stage if someone sneaks a gun in. But let’s assume they’re not stupid enough for a third try. Honestly, if anything like that happened to Trump at this point, it really would tear this country apart.
Well, anyway, that’s where the election is right now. In my circles I can tell that the rank-and-file Democrats are very, very nervous. So, I’m just ignoring all the horse race stuff and shrugging off all the “convincing” arguments about why one or the other of them is going to win. It’s mostly just whistling past the graveyard.
It turns out the Yankees managed to get into the World Series this year. Back in the 1990s Camera Girl and I followed them very enthusiastically. But since Major League baseball started allowing their players to take a knee during the national anthem, I swore off all the sports games. So, she was watching the game tonight. Well, she fell asleep and I was writing my post and in the bottom of the tenth down by one run and with two outs the Dodgers get a walk-off grand slam. Poor Camera Girl.
So tomorrow I plan to enjoy all of this unseasonably warm weather. I might even try to photograph some of the remaining autumn color that put on such a nice display when I couldn’t shoot it. I’ll try to find an opportunity to make a few macro focus stacks with the new firmware programming. Of course, everything is turning to mush after the frosts we had last week. But who knows with all this heat the bugs and critters might be reawakening. Now they’re predicting something like eighty-degree weather for Halloween. That would be something. But I’ll still be trapped inside so it might as well be Antarctica as far as I’ll be concerned.
Something occurred to me while I was perusing my Complete Shakespeare. The Honeymooners is sort of a reverse version of “The Taming of the Shrew.” Basically, Ralph Kramden has set the male sex back about four hundred years. Over and over again Alice proves him wrong and shows him to be a pathetic loser. As much as I like the show, it is interesting that the Honeymooners is the template that all modern art uses to describe the relations between men and women. It’s certainly not a flattering paradigm for us.
You know, maybe it’s time to revive Shakespeare’s play. We may have reached the inflection point where giving the girl bosses a taste of their own medicine might be the best action. Even though I’ve never had to beat Camera Girl, I don’t see any reason not to reinstate the rule of thumb. I’ll have to write at depth about this in a couple of weeks from now.
Well, I’ll leave it there. Enjoy the day. I know I will.
England will repent of bringing the Russians so far: they will deprive her of India.
Napoleon Bonaparte
sometimes when I drop in, I feel like someone was reincarnated. The following two quotes seem to be appropriate for your discourse:
“Forget the politicians. The politicians are put there to give you the idea that you have freedom of choice. You don’t. You have no choice. You have owners. They own you. They own everything. They own all the important land. They own and control the corporations. They’ve long since bought and paid for the Senate, the Congress, the state houses, the city halls. They got the judges in their back pockets and they own all the big media companies, so they control just about all of the news and information you get to hear. They got you by the balls. They spend billions of dollars every year lobbying. Lobbying to get what they want. Well, we know what they want. They want more for themselves and less for everybody else, but I’ll tell you what they don’t want. They don’t want a population of citizens capable of critical thinking. They don’t want well-informed, well-educated people capable of critical thinking. They’re not interested in that. That doesn’t help them. That’s against their interests. That’s right.”
“I don’t like ass kissers, flag wavers, or team players. I like people who buck the system. Individualists. I often warn people: Somewhere along the way, someone is going to tell you: ‘There is no I in team.’ What you should tell them is: ‘Maybe not. But there is an I in independence, individuality, and integrity.’” George Carlin
The Wolf Man (1941)
I figured it was time to review Lon Chaney Jr.’s magnum opus. The first thing that is apparent is that Claude Rains was an order of magnitude above the rest of the actors. Well, Rains was two orders beyond Chaney. But I will say that in the non-monster related earlier part of the movie the scenes with Chaney and his father and with the girl were fun to watch. As Larry Talbot, Chaney was engaging and sympathetic. But once he started killing werewolves and becoming a werewolf he became increasingly annoying and neurotic about telling everyone about how tough it was being a werewolf. Me, me, me. Very needy.
Incidentally, they killed off Bela Lugosi about ninety seconds into the only screen time he was given. And to add insult to injury, they didn’t even bother to give him an original character name. They called him Bela! I mean, how lousy is that? They probably paid him by the hour and sent him packing after his scene to save money. Very sad.
And I noticed something very strange about the wolf man character. Right before Larry Talbot goes out on his first killing spree, he notices hair growing on his body. He takes off a white shirt leaving him in a white undershirt (incidentally a wife beater style). Then he takes off his shoes and socks and we watch his feet becoming paws while he is sitting in a chair. Then still focusing on his legs he gets up, apparently heading out the window of his room to go find the grave digger and rip out his throat. But in the next shot we see the wolf man in a dark colored button down shirt.
Now are we supposed to believe that the Wolf Man went into Larry Talbot’s closet, picked out a matching shirt and using his front paws, buttoned it up and headed out for a bite to eat? I don’t know. I mean it was a nice shirt but just how far is my suspension of disbelief supposed to stretch. I feel like I’m being abused here.
Well, anyway, after Claude Rains clubs Lon Chaney Jr. to death with his own silver wolf-headed walking stick, the gypsy lady recites that, “The way he walked was thorny” doggerel over poor Larry’s corpse and the music soars and the credits roll.
But i don’t know. I feel kind of cheated. I feel like Larry’s ghost should have appeared and complained about the bum deal he got. He’s living in California for eighteen years, helping to build the Mt Wilson observatory. Then his elder brother dies so he returns to Talbot Castle to take up the role of heir apparent to his father’s title (baronet?) and after just a couple of days he’s bitten by a werewolf and beaten to death by his own dad. And what fun did he actually have? He only managed to kill one crummy grave digger. It doesn’t seem fair. At least if he’d gotten a chance to sink his teeth into Gwen Conliffe’s throat he’d have a story to tell the other dearly departed monsters like Dracula and the Mummy. But as things stand he seems to have been given short shrift.
Alright. That’s enough. So all in all the movie starts off well and ends a little flat. Perhaps I’ll consider Larry Talbot’s run in with Abbott and Costello more successful.
If the art of war were nothing but the art of avoiding risks, glory would become the prey of mediocre minds…. I have made all the calculations; fate will do the rest.
Napoleon Bonaparte