09MAY2021 – OCF Update – Happy Mother’s Day

It’s going to be quiet on the site today because I’ll be gone for a chunk of the day eating delicious unhealthy food with the most important people in the universe, my descendants.  After all their relationship to that strangest of all human beings, me, ensures that I find them infinitely fascinating.  I will impose myself on them and assume the role of “one of the boys.”  Whatever they want to do I’ll join in.

And I’ll be a charming guest for their parents too.  But it is a well known fact that grandchildren are much more fun than children, especially after they become parents.  So that won’t be as fruitful an activity to my mind.  And I’ll be nice to Camera Girl.  But really that’s her children’s job today.  It’s right there in the title of the day.  But I’ll still be nice to her.  She deserves it.

The day has dawned and it is sunny, butterflies were fluttering by and the stupid blue birds are complaining that once again they were dispossessed of the houses I built for them by birds with more grit and verve.  I intend to go out now and perambulate in the Fields of the Lord and restore my faith in creation as a whole if not in the so-called pinnacle of it.

I hope all of you have a good day with your families and I’ll contribute something today when I can.

08MAY2021 – OCF Update

Spring is moving along nicely.  Camera Girl has been working industriously in the Fields of the Lord.  Vegetables and flowers will abound and the lord of the manor rejoices at her industry.

Mother’s Day will feature Camera Girl being hosted at her older daughter’s home and all of us enjoying a barbecue of epic proportions.  First real family get together in over a year!

I was watching this video on chaos theory and how it relates to the Mandelbrot Set.  If you have a mathematical bent check it out.

And as stated the hummingbirds have returned from Capistrano.

 

19APR2021 – OCF Update

I’m currently reading the two short story collections from the Dresden Files by Jim Butcher.  The first one is called “Side Jobs” and I’m about halfway through.  They’re actually pretty good.  Of course I’m already a fan of the Dresden stuff and I also enjoy short stories.  But also I’m glad to have something enjoyable to read to take my mind off of the laughably awful happenings in Dementia Joe’s Lockdown America.

And the other thing going on is that spring has sprung.  And even after the ridiculous spring snowstorm last week flowers are flowering and trees are budding all over the place.  I’ll have something to photograph that isn’t ant sized.  And that is good for the mind.  And I hear that even the COVID paranoid are starting to break down and let their kids play (gasp) with other kids.  Maybe there is hope for the crazy after all.

Well anyway it’s time to get out there and breath in that good clean spring air.

Weather I Like it or Not

April showers bring May flowers but we had a forecast yesterday, that called for a couple of inches of snow.  That seemed uncalled for to me.  The tv weather reports have been handed over to the B-Team since the COVID meltdown so I’m never sure anymore if it’s just mopery-dopery or something more fiendish.

These woke times have really shaken my faith in all the institutions.  There was a time when you could depend on the tv weather girl to be young, highly attractive and almost disgustingly cheerful as she told you what to expect from the sky over the next 24 hours.  Last week I was watching the evening news when a surly middle aged fat woman berated me about the climate.  I was pretty shocked.  I looked at Camera Girl and said, “What the hell have they done to the weather girl?  She’s morbidly obese!”  She volunteered hopefully, “Maybe she’s pregnant?”  I couldn’t watch.  I turned off the tv and stalked off.

Many things have indicated to me that our culture is doomed.  But the collapse of the weather girl standard, I believe, is the surest sign of the coming apocalypse.  And I’ll know that we’ve reached the final hour when at 7:30 one night the anchor will call out to the weather girl and a fat hairy bald man in a blonde wig and an ill-fitting sun dress will stand in front of the green screen and sashay through an interpretive dance for the forecast.  On that day I’ll pack my bags and start driving for Mexico.

Our neighbor to the south may be the land of narcotraficantes, duffel bags full of human heads and Montezuma’s revenge but I’m guessing that they are years behind us in the weather girl appearance death spiral.  And if I’m wrong about that I’ll keep heading south until I reach that Shangri-La where a pretty woman in a short tight dress walks me through the barometric and precipitation-based predictions.  I don’t much care if she’s a blonde, brunette or red-head.  I will keep going south until finally when I reach Tierra del Fuego if I still have to see a guy in a sun-dress I’ll know it’s all over and I’ll swim out to sea heading for Antarctica.  Maybe I’m exaggerating.  But you get the idea.

Now in case you think I’m a fanatic I want to assure you that I disagree with those countries that have taken the weather girl standard and gone overboard in the other direction.  I think it’s Russia or somewhere that has a channel that features naked weather girls.  I strongly disagree with this concept.  Oversexualizing the weather is wrong.  When someone is telling you about the weather you need a certain amount of resistance to what is being said.  Here in New England, I often find myself yelling at the weather forecasters male and female.  They torture us with absurdly vague and dangerously misleading descriptions of the weather.  How can you predict a range of zero to 34 inches of snow and expect not to get death threats?  How can you predict torrential rain and then yammer on about the drought warning in the same breath?

But imagine if a naked woman was telling this to you.  You’d be powerless to complain.  You’d have no choice but to take whatever advice she gave you.  You would outfit your car for the morning commute with both an inflatable survival raft and a snow shovel.  I need to be able to rail against the weather reader.  I can’t allow any kind of sexual quid pro quo to exist.  I want them to wear clothes.  I only insist that the clothes match the binary tag of their sex chromosomes.  Do I ask too much?  I think not!

Over the River and through the Woods, to Grandma’s House We Go

Finally, life is returning to normal.  But today I’ll skip the rants about why it isn’t.  I’ll celebrate life instead.  Camera Girl is cooking a spoon roast and humming and even singing slightly as she goes through the rituals that precede the magical food that will appear on time on the dining room table today.  There are potatoes and asparagus and corn and mushrooms and gravy and buttered rolls and of course the roast.  And pies and cakes have been baked and I know there will be ice cream to go along with that pie.  And of course there will be chocolate for the little girl who will be old enough this year to really know what’s going on.

And today is sunny and it will be warm enough to go outside and walk around and look for bugs and flowers and birds and look at the trees and the sky and play catch with a ball and pet the rabbit (alias bunny-hop-hop or Petey).  And we can sit around and talk about the barbecue that will be happening in May once it’s warm enough for the tables to be outside and the pool will be opened and we can have the rest of the family with us too.  That will be another milestone.

But today is for enjoying today.  New England forgot to provide one last, end of March, nor’easter snowstorm so the ground is pretty dry now and fit for walking and running and having a catch so today is a wonderful opportunity to declare the world is open for living again.

And as Kazantzakis said through his character Zorba this Easter dinner can’t be wasted,

“We ate and drank for some time in silence. The wind carried up to us, like the droning of bees, the distant, passionate notes of the lyre. Christ was being reborn again on the village terraces. The paschal lamb and the Easter cakes were being transformed into love-songs.

When Zorba had eaten and drunk quite copiously, he put his hand to his big hairy ear. “The lyre … ‘he murmured. “They’re dancing in the village.’ He stood up suddenly. The wine had gone to his head.

‘What ever are we doing here, all alone, like a pair of cuckoos? Let’s go and dance! Aren’t you sorry for the lamb we’ve been eating? Are you going to let it fizzle out into nothing, like that? Come on! Turn it into song and dance! Zorba is reborn!’ ‘Wait a minute, Zorba, you idiot, are you crazy?’

‘Honestly, boss, I don’t care! But I’m sorry for the lamb, and I’m sorry for the red eggs, the Easter cakes and the cream cheese! If I’d just scoffed a few bits of bread and some olives, I’d say: “Oh, let’s go to sleep; I don’t need to go celebrating!” Olives and bread are nothing, are they? What can you expect from them? But, let me tell you, it’s a sin to waste food like that! Come on, let’s celebrate the Resurrection, boss!’ ‘I don’t feel like it today. You go – you can dance for me as well.’ Zorba took my arm and pulled me up.

‘Christ is reborn, my friend! Ah! if only I was as young as you! I’d throw myself headlong into everything! Headlong into work, wine, love – everything, and I’d fear neither God nor devil! That’s youth for you!’

‘It’s the lamb talking, Zorba! It’s turned wild inside you, changed into a wolf!’

“The lamb’s changed into Zorba, that’s all, and Zorba’s talking to you!”

 

So I’ll take Zorba’s advice and put the Easter feast to good use.  I’ll celebrate the Resurrection and spring and new life and old life and I’ll put off Biden and woke ignoramuses and even the dissident right for another day.

Happy Easter.

04APR2021 – Easter Sunday – Doubting Thomas

John 20 / 24-29

Now Thomas (also known as Didymus ), one of the Twelve, was not with the disciples when Jesus came. So the other disciples told him, “We have seen the Lord!” But he said to them, “Unless I see the nail marks in his hands and put my finger where the nails were, and put my hand into his side, I will not believe.” A week later his disciples were in the house again, and Thomas was with them. Though the doors were locked, Jesus came and stood among them and said, “Peace be with you!” Then he said to Thomas, “Put your finger here; see my hands. Reach out your hand and put it into my side. Stop doubting and believe.” Thomas said to him, “My Lord and my God!” Then Jesus told him, “Because you have seen me, you have believed; blessed are those who have not seen and yet have believed.”

Happy Easter Christians.  Find some joy today.  The madness is just static.  Ignore it for the sake of the day.

02APR2021 – OCF Update – Good Friday

John Chapter 19

19 And Pilate wrote a title, and put [it] on the cross. And the writing was, JESUS OF NAZARETH THE KING OF THE JEWS.

20 This title then read many of the Jews: for the place where Jesus was crucified was nigh to the city: and it was written in Hebrew, [and] Greek, [and] Latin.

21 Then said the chief priests of the Jews to Pilate, Write not, The King of the Jews; but that he said, I am King of the Jews.

22 Pilate answered, What I have written I have written.

 

I hope everyone has a happy Easter Sunday.  I’m having over family and that is as good as it gets.  Posting may be a bit spotty because of the festivities but I’ll do the best I can.

Enjoy.

31MAR2021 – OCF Update – Looking Around

Figured I’d look around and see what’s interesting and pass it along.

So, here is Angelo Codevilla talking about how someone can become the leader of the deplorables.  Damn it!  He sounds just like me!  Codevilla is good.  I’ve been following him since 2016 and he’s one of the few academic/government players who speaks reality.  And just like the other one, Michael Anton, he has a link to the Claremont Institute.

And just in case you’ve already stopped laughing from the last time this was claimed, here’s another article claiming that the Durham Investigation is “interviewing witnesses and issuing subpoenas”  Who are they subpoenaing?  Elvis? Sasquatch?  The inhabitants of the lost colony of Roanoke?  By now some of the witnesses and conspirators have died of old age.  Why not just concentrate on the JFK assassination and the UFO stories?  Those could be fun.  How about helping me find my needle nosed pliers?  It’s supposed to be in my tool box but I thought I saw it in the junk drawer in the kitchen where Camera Girl left it.  A crack investigator like Durham is just who I need to breath new life into my search.

And finally kudos to Ron DeSantis once again for his open statement that Florida won’t allow the corporate Stasi to start imposing vaccine passport requirements on his citizens.  Damn this guy is good.

Cold and damp up here in Satan’s Freezer.  Everyone out there have a  good Wednesday.

 

American Museum of Natural History, New York City, Sony NEX 5N, Sony 24mm F\1.8 APSC lens

Stranger Days

I like to think that I’ve acclimated to our present insane political situation.  But I know that recognizing this is just an intellectual position not a visceral one.  A nation that was not only great in military and economic power but also in terms of the dignity and freedom all of its citizens possessed, seeing it reduced to a gangster state that seems to want to destroy every vestige of its heritage and pride isn’t something that can be accepted easily.  A lot more will have to happen before it really hits home how low we’ve sunk.  But that will come too.  All indications are that the agenda is queued up and we will watch it unfold in all its sickening detail.

So, bit by bit we’ll absorb the rest of the program.  The exact order of operations isn’t completely clear.  My guess is they’ll continue to attack all sectors of the population that aren’t necessary for the elite’s wellbeing.  They’ll continue to strangle small businesses and blue-collar workers and they’ll use the COVID restrictions to keep people isolated and depressed.  I assume we’ll see another round of BLM burning and looting.  The FBI will be responsible for further scapegoating of anyone who resists any of these measures.  The George Floyd show trial will be starting up soon and we’ll get a look at how “woke justice” works.

The Senate is gearing up for a showdown on using the filibuster to prevent the legislation on making permanent the rigging of elections and I expect we’ll also see gun confiscation legislation right after that.  And then we’ll get to see the Supreme Court either bow down to anti-Constitutional laws or we’ll see the Senate and House pack the Supreme Court.

So that’s a hefty agenda coming up but it’s hardly comprehensive.  I wouldn’t be surprised to see slavery reparations rolling in.  And paying for those reparations it will be necessary to raid the country’s 401K plans.  After all, to outlay those trillions of dollars without paying for them would be fiscally irresponsible.  I’m sure Mitt Romney will agree.

And finally, hate speech legislation should be right around the corner.  Dead naming trannies and complaining about anti-white discrimination will absolutely not be tolerated.

So, I’ll have a chance to acknowledge the changes in the United States not only in my head but in my gut.  I’ll be able to fully accept that post-America only possesses a geographical resemblance to its predecessor.  The other good thing is that after all these changes are made there won’t be any doubt about whether the inhabitants will put up with it or not.  Either they’ll accept the chains of slavery they’ve been handed or they’ll throw them off.  There really is no middle choice.  It shouldn’t take too long to find out.  I can’t imagine it’ll be more than a year or so for most of the agenda to unfold.  And when it does, if someone decides to make a stand I’ll join in with great joy and relief.  I still do believe that there are brave men here that won’t be enslaved.  But if nobody does anything to stop it then I’ll have to find a better place to live.  I’m sure it won’t be anything nearly as wonderful as the country I was born in but facing facts is necessary.

But in the meantime, while all this plays out life still goes on.  There are books and movies to review.  Photos to be taken. Grandkids to play with.  Books to write.  Bidens to mock. And posts to write.  When there are developments to analyze or atrocities to decry, I will opine.  But at this point I don’t plan to just keep beating the drum.  The readers here already know what I think about the state of the union.  I won’t go over that territory again.  I’ll look forward to actual events.  Fight or Flee are the only two options I’m interested in.  Within a year I think I’ll know which is my future.

Stranger days indeed.  But I’ll try to do my part to keep people somewhat amused and maybe informed.

A Horrible Injustice Has Occurred!

Yesterday was William Shatner’s 90th Birthday and I missed it!  Excusing myself by pleading COVID vaccination side effects would be a pathetic lie.  I have no good reason.  Forgive me Bill, I knew not what I did.  Well, I will atone for this sin.  I promise very soon to provide a ShatnerKhan update and provide some very shatnerian widom.

Meanwhile follow the link.