In your actions, don’t procrastinate. In your conversations, don’t confuse. In your thoughts, don’t wander. In your soul, don’t be passive or aggressive. In your life, don’t be all about business.
Marcus Aurelius Antoninus
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In your actions, don’t procrastinate. In your conversations, don’t confuse. In your thoughts, don’t wander. In your soul, don’t be passive or aggressive. In your life, don’t be all about business.
Marcus Aurelius Antoninus
As Trump was declared the winner by NBC Rachel Maddow announces that MSNBC won’t be airing Trump’s victory speech. But it’s not spite, she says, it’s their high journalistic ethics that will not allow lies (lies!) to be broadcast on their channel. Hah! But luckily for us they will monitor the speech in case there is anything that needs to be conveyed (or more likely refuted).
Well, thank goodness we have MSNBC to let us know what is newsworthy. I mean, if you can’t depend on MSNBC to provide objective reporting who can you? Isn’t it rich.
Before we escaped the Peoples’ Republic of Vermont, I would stretch a poly tarp over my car. This covered the windshield, side windows and the door locks. A couple of bungie cords kept it tight. Come out in the morning, or night, and pop it off and the ice/snow/frost came with it. No scraping, and especially no fumbling trying to get keys into frozen locks. (Yes, this was back in the Ice Age when I was a specialist in stone knives and bearskins.)
Tuesday was a chaotic day. We had snow, then rain, then sleet. When I got out of work today my car was a popsicle. But being a really lazy guy, my ice scraper was sitting at home where I left it, in front of the kitchen porch where it was definitely of limited value. So, I used my bare hands to scrape this thick ice off my windshield and remove the ice from the roof and trunk. Liquid water is an amazing heat transfer material. The ice on the car was wet enough to make my caveman act extremely effective at freezing my fingertips. So, there I am driving along trying to use the dashboard car heater to thaw my fingers enough to feel the steering wheel.
On the way home I filled up my five-gallon plastic gas can with some three-dollar gasoline and headed home to the horror that was my driveway. Because there was still a freezing rain falling, I put on a raincoat. And because my fingers were still kind of tingly-numb I decided that I needed to protect them from getting frozen again. I made a glove sandwich. I put a pair of thin Thinsulate gloves on and covered them with a pair of disposable kitchen gloves. Not the tight-fitting rubber ones for doing the dishes but the loose clear thin plastic kind that restaurant workers wear when they handle cold cuts. Then I put a pair of work gloves on top of this. It worked like a charm. Keeping the insulated glove dry kept my hands warm and the work gloves provided the strength to protect the thin plastic gloves from damage. Edison the Man!
Snow blowers are pretty good with dry snow. They’re so-so with wet snow and they’re pretty abysmal with slush. And that’s what I had. The slush would separate in the auger and form a cylindrical plug of solid ice that would slowly travel up the outlet and when it got to about a foot long it would break off and fall out of the chute and then a burst of watery slush would shoot out for about thirty seconds and then start to clog with ice again. It took about three passes over the whole length to get most of the slush off the driveway and even then, it was still a mess.
Last week, I bought this fancy shovel which works better at pushing than shoveling the snow down the driveway. It has a couple of handles at different points on its length and works really well for quickly clearing this heavy wet stuff. I went over the whole upper driveway again with it. This was slower and more tiring than the snowblower, but much more successful. By the time the light failed at about 5 pm I had gotten the upper driveway and enough of the rest of the pavement cleaned up to the point where tomorrow I should be able to get in and out without trouble. Camera Girl provided sufficient wifely verbal sympathy for my heroic efforts and also a hot meal that was greatly appreciated.
Afterwards I watched a few clips on the results of the Iowa caucuses and was happy to hear the Lefties on MSNBC caterwauling about white privilege and racism. It’s interesting how even Chris Hayes and Rachel Maddow only seem somewhat moronic when in the company of someone as profoundly stupid as Joy Reid. She was jabbering away about how White Christians were plotting with Donald Trump to subvert the country and disenfranchise everyone who wasn’t white and Christian.
And I thought to myself, “If only Trump was this evil dictator. I think I would submit to a purported dictatorship of these Midwestern, Elks or Shriners or whatever, if only they would promise to sit Joy Reid on the shelf of a dunk tank filled with ice water and gave me a dozen baseballs. Now I’m not a monster. I would allow her to be fished out between dunks and dried off and warmed up. But I would consider it one of my finest moments if I managed to hit the target even once and consigned Joy Reid to the icy depths if only for a few moments. And I thought, “That’s a pretty good idea.” Dunk tank justice would provide satisfaction to the multitudes. Imagine if every aggrieved conservative got a turn at freeze dunking Nancy Pelosi or Joe Biden or Nikki Haley for saying really stupid things. This would be a happier world. Of course, some of the frailer losers like Pelosi might catch pneumonia. But I’m willing to take that risk.
I guess maybe the cruel and unusual punishment standard of justice might forbid dunk tank justice. But I tell you, I don’t see why we couldn’t get a constitutional amendment to cover it. And I’ll bet if Joy Reid thought that she could get dunked in ice water for saying things as stupid as what comes out of her mouth currently, maybe she’d take up some more noble profession, like rodeo clown. But unfortunately, being a rodeo clown takes brains, of which she has not a scintilla. Well, how about doorstop?
The universe is change; our life is what our thoughts make it.
Marcus Aurelius Antoninus
If Donald Trump regains the White House this will still be a different country than the one I was born into. That country ceased to exist after 2001. That was when the people who ran this country decided that they had the cover to take over everything in our lives and leave us nothing but the bills. And in 2009 when Obama entered the White House he stood over the corpse of our country and buried it once and for all.
So, whatever happens going forward we live in a different place. But some of the people who made up the Old America are still kicking around. You can tell when Donald Trump scores an enormous win in Iowa. It took 37 minutes to declare Trump the winner. With about 37% of the vote in he’s got 52% of the votes to something like 20% apiece for DeSantis and Haley. People know who’s on their side.
So, you can see the demographic outline of the Old America by the places where Trump is doing well; places like Iowa and the Midwest and the South. And so, we’ll recognize that the Old America is a layer submerged in the new. It’s like a layer of pebbles that is all made of one mineral but then another mineral dissolved in water leaches into the stratum and forms a matrix around the pebbles and encases them in a sediment. We’re still here but in new surroundings, a new reality.
The only question to ask then is what can be made of this new place. Will the elites who drove this replacement manage to destroy us? I suppose that’s what we’ll find out. They’ve done a pretty thorough job of lousing up most of the things that still worked in this country. They croaked about half of the small businesses around the cities during the pandemic they orchestrated. They’ve ignited inflation and made life awful for the working class. They’ve consigned the children of the middle-class to the under-class. And they’ve sent most of the manufacturing jobs to Asia. I won’t even bother with the forever wars because even the Millennials and Zoomers are hopping mad about those because they might be the ones to have to fight them. So, all of this is waiting in the wings to see who gets the White House in November.
And to keep us amused until then we get to watch the spectacle of the Republican donors and the RNC spending tens of millions of dollars to try to convince voters that Nikki Haley is one of them. Not since Hillary Clinton started speaking in tongues and tried to convince black voters that she was just a poor old cotton-picker from Arkansas have we witnessed phonier “aw-shucks, we’re just folks” play acting. Well, I know Nikki said that Hillary was her inspiration and template. I think she’s reached her goal. All she lacks is the cackle.
So, let’s see how these primaries go. New Hampshire is probably going to be Haley’s high-water mark. All the Dems will voter for her since there isn’t going to be a Democrat primary to speak of. It’ll be fun to listen to the various talking heads try to parse this thing and give Nikki all the hopeful coverage they can until Trump reaches the finish line on Super Tuesday, March 5th. That’s seven weeks. Forty-nine days of listening to halfwits explaining how Nikki Haley would bury Joe Biden but Donald Trump doesn’t stand a chance. I’m sure MSNBC, CNN and PBS will have graphs and power point presentations and even holograms to prove all this.
I hope there is plenty of entertainment value to all this. I could use a laugh. In fact, Old America could use a laugh. We haven’t had one in years.
Whatever this is that I am, it is flesh and a little spirit and an intelligence.
Marcus Aurelius Antoninus