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Now on with the Opera

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As I previously described, my cable and internet provider, or as I call them, the Ministry of Static, has upgraded my service to some unheard of number of petaflops per second of binary goodness.  I know this because they tell me it is so.  Of course, the picture looks the same and the data transfer from YouTube and X are equally erratic as before.  But they tell me it is so and they are honorable men.  They are all of them honorable men.

Honorable men or women or giant talking celery stalks or whatever else they hire there at the Ministry.

But what is undeniable is that I had to install the new router and the cable box.  And even though these operations went surprisingly well, eventually I got back to programming all the devices into the master remote.  Ah yes.

“One thing to rule them all,

One thing to find them,

One remote to click them all,

And in the darkness bind them,

On the living room couch where the snack crumbs fall.”

So there I am trying out all these codes to get the master remote to turn on the tv, audio receiver, the dvd player and the roku thingamabob.  And I’m thinking what the hell am I wasting my time for?  There’s nothing on the damn cable anyway.

But the truth is we’re creatures of habit.  Sixty some-odd years of television viewing has conditioned me to plunk myself down in front of this device, or cluster of devices, in expectation of something that could be defined as entertainment.

And so I dutifully performed my task and I even managed to improve the set up so that Camera Girl doesn’t have to use the audio receiver to switch between separate output buttons when switching between the cable and the DVD and the roku audio.  And she verbally patted me on the head, much as she does with her dogs and other critters.  Well at least she didn’t give me half a dog biscuit.

And when everything was hooked up and working it was nice that it worked better than the old one.  And I will admit that watching a YouTube video that theorizes about how consciousness might be accounted for in quantum theory is kind of a fun thing.

But then I remember how in the old day YouTube was called books and that there are even certain advantages to paper podcasts.  Like writing notes on the pages.  But I shouldn’t get too crusty.  Human beings can waste time with or without the latest tech hardware.  The trick is to actually earn your daily bread while wasting the time.  Which I guess I did.  I even vacuumed up some of the dust I found under the old cable box.  It was a kind of frightening accumulation.  If you’ve ever seen a dust explosion you know the destructive potential of finely divided solids.

But the really frightening thing is that that stuff is either dead skin cells, or even worse, dead mites that lived off dead skin cells.  I feel like some brontosaurus with my own ecosystem living on my back.  It’s not a flattering thought.  Note to self: vacuum the entertainment center once a season from now on.

Well I wrote this frivolous post because they say tomorrow, Friday the 13th is some kind of jihad day for Hamas, Islamic Jihad, Isis, Al Qaeda and whatever other Islamic psychopaths are still around.  If that’s so I wanted to have a little fun just in case these lunatics created further havoc and spoiled my mood.

And I think that, part of their plan is to make us so miserable that we lose the will to enjoy life.  I think back to 9/11/2001 and how we spent years watching the newscasts and worrying about the soldiers over in Iraq and it sucked all the joy out of life.  And they said that if we didn’t go on with our lives the terrorists win.  Well, they won.  They had lots of help from George W Bush and the rest of the Uniparty but in a real sense they took years away from our lives.  And we got back nothing.  So now I want some fun even when they’re blowing up everything.  And I blame them all and I hate them all.  Hamas, Joe Biden, Hezbollah, the FBI, Al Qaeda, the LGBTQ Mafia, ISIS, Anthony Fauci, Islamic Jihad, the Media Liars and all the rest of them.  They steal away our joy and our lives.  Well, not today.

 

Now, on with the opera.  Let joy be unconfined.  Let there be dancing in the streets…   drinking in the saloons, and necking in the parlor.

Play, Don.

Virtue Signaled – Employment Canceled

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Negotiating the intersectional landscape of the Left must be very tricky.  Since right and wrong have no relevance you might find yourself backing the beheaders of infants in a statement that will be read by future employers.  And so Ryna Workman, non-binary of color, President of NYU’s Student Bar Association finds itself out of a job.  And so Ryna will discover that employment is a binary condition.  Either you are or you aren’t.

“NYU Law School Student Bar Association president Ryna Workman, who reportedly identifies as nonbinary and uses “they/them pronouns,” issued a statement disseminated to the group’s student newsletter declaring “unwavering and absolute solidarity with Palestinians in their resistance against oppression toward liberation and self-determination.” Afterward, Winston & Strawn LLP announced Tuesday that it learned a former summer associate “published certain inflammatory comments regarding Hamas’ recent terrorist attack on Israel and distributed it to the NYU Student Bar Association.” “These comments are profoundly in conflict with Winston & Strawn’s values as a firm. Accordingly, the Firm has rescinded the law student’s offer of employment,” the law firm said.”

But the bad news continues for the not so lovable non-gender-conforming scamp:

New York University’s Law Student Bar Association on Wednesday moved to oust its president, who had penned a controversial pro-Hamas column in the school’s newsletter, as school brass issued yet another statement condemning the comments.

https://nypost.com/2023/10/11/nyu-law-sba-moves-to-remove-president-who-championed-hamas-attack/

So maybe the takeaway for Ryna is if you truly are an idiot don’t advertise it.

And Then What?

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The world continues its descent into madness.  Ukraine, Gaza, West Africa, Taiwan, Argentina, Venezuela, Mexican Drug Cartels, American urban violence, and on and on and on.  Yesterday I bemoaned it.  Now what?

Now nothing.  What can you do?  Nothing I can do will bring back the murdered Israeli women and children.  Nothing I can do will drive Joe Biden from the White House a single day before his expiration date.  Nothing I say will stop the mayor and the district attorney in Chicago from releasing murderers onto the streets of that city.  These are the result of massive forces shaping the world around us.  Millions of people and billions of dollars are at work behind these events.  Putting my shoulder to that wheel is absurd.  I might as well try to fill in the Grand Canyon with a teaspoon.

All I can do is use my teaspoon to eat a bowl of ice cream with Camera Girl and talk about the world we live in and attack our tiny priorities one crisis at a time.  And our micro-scale problems often are tinged with the same poisons that infect the macro-scale crises.  We deal with runaway inflation and scarcity of replacement parts for everything from dish washers to automobiles.  And we struggle to find competent repairmen and tradesmen.  We all had to struggle through the COVID nightmare/farce.  We all have to keep aware of where we are with respect to dangerous environments, unreliable businesses and strangers.  And like everyone else that’s what we do.

We attend to our own business but we also affect those in our circle.  We talk and we persuade those that we know and meet.  We tell our truths and listen to other people’s truths.  This website is my small megaphone that I use to talk and listen to a larger circle of people than my neighborhood.  The hope is that talking to our circles creates ripples in this ocean of people.  Maybe like the famous butterfly effect all those ripples might reinforce each other and one day form an enormous tidal wave that will wash away our enemies’ fortress.

Now that was a lot of mixed metaphors indeed!

So, I’ll continue to rail against the plethora of problems caused by all of the Left’s programs.  And I’ll categorize them by their hallmarks; evil, stupidity, dysfunctionality, insanity, depravity, cruelty, dishonesty, deviancy and ugliness.  I’ll call out all the lies that the left-controlled institutions quote in their echo chambers.  And I’ll try to do it with logic and maybe even a little humor.

So that’s what I can think of saying when the world blows up on a particular day and it’s just impossible to put a smiley face on for the world.  Monsters will murder innocents and Harvard University will side with the monsters and blame the innocents for getting in the way of all those bullets and knives.  And that’s just the way it is.  I’ll call the killers monsters and I’ll call Harvard a pack of gutless cowards.  But then we have to move on.  After all there’ll be new gutless cowards tomorrow and the show must go on.