02AUG2025 – Quote of the Day

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The Raven

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“Be that word our sign in parting, bird or fiend,” I shrieked, upstarting-

“Get thee back into the tempest and the Night’s Plutonian shore!

Leave no black plume as a token of that lie thy soul hath spoken!

Leave my loneliness unbroken!- quit the bust above my door!

Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door!”

Quoth the Raven, “Nevermore.”

 

And the Raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting

On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door;

And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon’s that is dreaming,

And the lamp-light o’er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor;

And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor

Shall be lifted- nevermore!

Edgar Allan Poe

Guest Contributor – Tregonsee – 01AUG2025 – Kamala “Come Back Kid” Harris

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After she burned a billion dollars and change in the like 3 month campaign she had I thought the Democrat party’s money providers were adamant it would be a cold day in hell before they ever gave Ms. Harris money again. She must have something on somebody big (not the Clintons, clearly 🙂 ) to even approach the presidential campaigns tangentially. Either that or all the white zinfandel killed off her few remaining sad brain cells.

What surprises me is that no one in the Democrat party has had the guts to tell Ms. Harris to take a long walk off a short pier. I understand that looking for someone rational or an adult in the room in the Democrat party is pointless. But even the most deluded Democrat hardliners (but I repeat myself) have to know that:

1) She hasn’t got a paper dog’s chance in hell of the presidency in 2028

2) If they let her get going she’ll “suck all the oxygen out of the room”.

The Democrats normally remind me of the Upper Party members in 1984 they’re in it for the power, nothing else. Apparently, I have massively overestimated them, because it seems to me that if they don’t get their act in gear, they’ll be almost as relevant as the Whig party is come 2032. Perhaps they hope she’ll tire of this if they just ignore her, but somehow I doubt she’ll give up before the start of the Primary season in 2027 or so. Particularly because given her 2020 primary (i.e. Zip Nada Zilch) showing she’s likely to quickly crash and burn, but you can bet in the process she’ll damage the other candidates. Instapundit always says don’t get cocky, but man, if this is the Democrats grand plan they’d best find advisors better than Harpo, Chico and Zeppo in Duck Soup .

CPB Shutting Down; Red Lobster Buried Under with Resumes

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Corporation for Public Broadcasting, funder of NPR and PBS, says it will end operations within months after federal budget cuts

Well, I’m guessing this doesn’t bode well for the rest of the folks downstream of CPB.  As I’ve hinted in my parody posts the folks at PBS and NPR will start feeling a little hungry very soon.  Lightening the ship by throwing the deadwood overboard will be tricky because they’re all deadwood.

But watching it happen should provide quite a bit of entertainment this fall.  Luckily Books and Capon were on the leading edge and managed to find positions before the crush got too heavy.  I’ll have to make a point of visiting my local Red Lobster and quiz my waiter on the latest in avant-garde lesbian performance art.

The Future of Kamala Harris

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Stop the presses!  Kamala Harris is not running for governor of California!  But she may run for president in 2028!

Remarkable.  It’s like everyone has to suspend disbelief and pretend that Kamala hasn’t outed herself as a toxic buffoon who couldn’t defeat a door stop in a battle of wits.  Didn’t we just watch her get trounced in a national election where her race, sex and age made her the runaway favorite to win the sympathy of the demographically changing American voters?  Now granted she was selected over Joe Biden by the Democratic National Committee but after his performance in the debate against Trump even a potted plant would have seemed an improvement.

But just for the sake of clarity let’s say it out loud.  Even the biggest Kool-Aid drinking progressive isn’t going to vote for Kamala Harris in the 2028 Democrat Presidential Primary.  The stink of loser on her is like that cadaver smell on a corpse that’s been locked in an overheated apartment for a week.  It would be absolutely impossible to even pretend to not notice it.

I guess my question is exactly how is this kind of information passed along to Harris so she doesn’t embarrass everyone by actually trying to run for office.  For instance, how was she told that she couldn’t run for California governor?  Did one of the Obamas call her up and make up some polite lie about saving herself for the 2028 race?  Or was a zip-lock bag with rotting halibut mailed to her with the words CA Governor’s Race scrawled on it in red magic marker?

Alright, so elective office is no longer an option.  But surely, she has options.  Maybe she can be the next Fred Rogers.  Ms. Harris’s Neighborhood?  She can show up every day at 1pm and get off the bright yellow electric school bus, put on her slippers and sweater and talk to the nation’s four-year-olds at only a slight mental disadvantage.

To be fair to the kids Kamala can’t be allowed to discuss, arithmetic or science or geography or history or human biology or counting to three or, come to think of it, almost anything.  But I’m sure if grown-ups provide her with a script and monitor her work there must be some topics that she can work her way through, like eating ice cream or taking a nap.  But it would be essential that the program not be shown live because she is really stupid and retakes will be a part of the routine.

But honestly, I really believe that Kamala should go back to her first career.  As Willie Brown’s side-piece she was put to her highest and best purpose and even though he is now 91 years old I don’t see why that should stand in the way of keeping her gainfully employed and minimizing her ability to speak.  Because speech is not her strong suit.  During the campaign they called it Kamala word salad.  But that was being kind.  It’s more like some kind of stream of consciousness if it was being produced by a mental patient.  Okay, that’s enough.

01AUG2025 – Quote of the Day

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The Raven

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Back into the chamber turning, all my soul within me burning,

Soon again I heard a tapping somewhat louder than before.

“Surely,” said I, “surely that is something at my window lattice:

Let me see, then, what thereat is, and this mystery explore-

Let my heart be still a moment and this mystery explore;-

‘Tis the wind and nothing more!”

 

Open here I flung the shutter, when, with many a flirt and flutter,

In there stepped a stately Raven of the saintly days of yore;

Not the least obeisance made he; not a minute stopped or stayed he;

But, with mien of lord or lady, perched above my chamber door-

Perched upon a bust of Pallas just above my chamber door-

Perched, and sat, and nothing more.

 

Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling,

By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore.

“Though thy crest be shorn and shaven, thou,” I said, “art sure no craven,

Ghastly grim and ancient Raven wandering from the Nightly shore-

Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night’s Plutonian shore!”

Quoth the Raven, “Nevermore.”

…

Edgar Allan Poe

Guest Contributor – ArthurinCali – 31JUL2025 – Sydney Sweeney Redux

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One angle about the whole “SS Hitler” affair is how weird it is to feign outrage at a clothing company over the perception that the ads are mainly targeting White people, yet examples abound of marketing aimed at other demographics for specific products. I mean, Abercrombie & Fitch, Banana Republic, American Eagle, and a slew of other clothing brands are mostly White-coded, so it’s not the 2nd coming of the Waffen-SS when their ads reflect that.

I didn’t know many non-melanated folks who were mad brands like Footlocker, FUBU, and Urban Outfitters didn’t overtly pander to their demographic. Furthermore, no one is stopping minorities from purchasing these styles of clothes if they so choose. Social media (and parts of mainstream media) pretend that people are posted up at the store entrance in the malls, keeping minorities out as if it’s 1954 Little Rock.

Just Leave the Bow Tie Home

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PBS Anchor/Carnival Barker – It’s Friday on the News Hour and that used to mean our weekly pilgrimage over to the desk of our resident sages David Books and Jonathan Capon.  But as you know budget cuts forced us to part ways with Jonathan.  And now the second round of layoffs has done the same to David.  But all is not lost.  We have arranged a teleconference with them at their new employer the Chevy Chase branch of the Red Lobster.  Gentlemen, can you hear me.

David Books – Yes, I can.  As you can see, I’m the assistant manager here at Red Lobster and happy to have landed on my feet as it were.  And I’m relieved to say that Jonathan has escaped from the refrigerator box under the overpass and is one of my most promising new waiters.

Jonathan Capon – Well the jury is still out on this whole gig.  I was promised all the shrimp I could eat and generous tippers.  Well, the shrimp is tiny and the tips are sub-par.  But we’ll see.

PBS Anchor/Carnival Barker – Tonight we wanted to get your sense of the Trump economy.  Last quarter’s GDP was up 3% which is quite robust but we were hoping you could throw your usual cold water on the Trump parade for our viewers’ amusement.

David Books – Well normally I’d gleefully accommodate you.  But working in retail and in a very tenuous part of it I have to say I’m praying on my knees each night before bed that Trump pulls off all the miracles he can.  Now that I’m part of the great unwashed and have lost my sinecure at your underfunded hothouse media company my whole attitude has taken a one-hundred-and-eighty-degree turn.  I’ve got kids in expensive private colleges and if I can’t come up with twenty grand this semester those kids will be coming home and taking over my rec-room.  So, as much as it pains me to say “God bless Donald Trump!”

PBS Anchor/Carnival Barker – How about you Jonathan?  Surely you must have some of your trademark snit for Trump and his economy.

Jonathan Capon – Look, I don’t have time for this.  There are fourteen orders of King Crab Legs and a giant crab cake that are starting to get cold.  If I don’t move my gay little butt pronto, I’ll be bouncing out the door on it without a paycheck.  So, make up whatever cute little anecdotes you want for your tote-bag fixated geriatric audience but for those of us below eighty we’ve got to make a living.  All I can say is thank Trump for deporting those five Congolese guys that showed up last week.  I could never have outworked them and one of them kept pinching my butt and I think he had monkey pox.

PBS Anchor/Carnival Barker – Well, there you have it.  Trump’s American hellscape has destroyed the intelligence and the objectivity of two former beacons of cultured intellect and turned them into knuckle-dragging Trump sycophants.  A truly discouraging side-effect of the 2025 defunding of PBS.

Security Agent – Okay pal, here’s your termination notice.  We’ve got your stuff in a box so just take off the microphone and head for that door.

PBS Anchor/Carnival Barker – David, David.  Is there room for me at the Red Lobster?

David Books – Sure Barry.  There’s always room for everyone in Donald Trump’s America.  Just leave the bow tie home.

31JUL2025 – Quote of the Day

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The Raven

Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary,

Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore,

While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,

As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.

“‘Tis some visitor,” I muttered, “tapping at my chamber door-

Only this, and nothing more.”

 

Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December,

And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor.

Eagerly I wished the morrow;- vainly I had sought to borrow

From my books surcease of sorrow- sorrow for the lost Lenore-

For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore-

Nameless here for evermore.

 

And the silken, sad, uncertain rustling of each purple curtain

Thrilled me- filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before;

So that now, to still the beating of my heart, I stood repeating,

“‘Tis some visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door-

Some late visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door;-

This it is, and nothing more.”

…

Edgar Allan Poe