Up through Tuesday I’ll be scrambling around from chore to chore. It will all culminate with the arrival of the very important canine that will replace me as monarch of this realm. But I will do my darnedest to post my photos and quotes and even attempt to express myself in lucid hexameter (or something). My feelings about the future have shifted into a decidedly more pragmatic approach. Fixing the republic is a pipe dream. Surviving in the belly of the beast is the order of the day. And who knows, maybe in the long run we’ll make some progress against the monsters.
Today is a family gathering and it should be fun. Tomorrow is a catch up day at work and Tuesday is a travel day. I will try to forget the 9/11 memorial. They’ve poisoned it by using it as a weapon against our own people. If tomorrow planes were flown into steel towers in Manhattan I’d ask the victims why they were still there? What’s the difference between jumping out of a hundred story window and being beaten to death by a gang of feral teenagers out for a laugh? I think I’d prefer the leap. Less pain.
Well, I hope your Sunday goes well and I’ll speak to you soon.
I’ll be out and about this morning. I must venture outside of Dunwich’s accursed borders. Like everyone else I’m a creature of circumstance and must get some things done. But I’ll be back to work this afternoon and I’m sure to provide brilliance and mirth aplenty when I reapply my shoulder to the wheel and my nose to the grindstone.
In the meantime I provide this classic tune for your listening pleasure.
So today I have the sixteen year old grandson here. Now I have to up my game. Sixteen is an island and nobody from off of that island can crack the code. Will I have to play video games? Do I have the reflexes do I have the brain cells left? We’ll see.
Needless to say some part of the day will be a black out period on the site. But I also expect the day to be shorter. No one can expect to keep a sixteen year old’s attention except with other sixteen year olds. But I’ll do my best.
Sixteen. A fraught age. At that age nothing I did involved coherent thought. So many stupid people. So many stupid ideas. Just surviving the age was a minor miracle. But that was a more forgiving age. Social media did not exist. All our sins and stupidities, for the most part, faded into nothingness. Today they’ll nail you on a cross for anything or nothing.
But it’ll be good. The torch is being passed. With the abandonment of the European Americans by the federal government it behooves all of us to marshal our resources to boost our children and grandchildren out of the wreckage of the middle class and give them a fighting chance. And just letting them know they’ve got a family that cares whether they live or die is a part of that.
So today will be interesting. Hopefully we’ll shoot some pool, watch some bad super hero movies, eat some junk food and who knows maybe even talk.
Once again I will be uprooted from my cushy lair and hurled into the outer void. I must travel and unravel my tangled skein of thought while keeping track of time, space, and parking meters. I will return sometime today after many frustrating and mind-deadening minutes of forced waiting. I shall bring my new omnibus Shakespeare to while away the time. The Bard will comfort me with his timeless prose and poetry;
Now things are getting into the summertime social season. We have two family parties this weekend and then Fourth of July and on and on. This afternoon Camera Girl spotted a big painted turtle on the grass. Turns out it was laying eggs so being the natural historian that she is she collected them and is incubating them in a sphagnum moss set up. Apparently, they’ll be a science experiment for Princess Sack of Potatoes and then they be released back into the swamp to maintain the delicate balance between the mold and the mildew that we all depend on here in Dunwich.
I spent some more time struggling with the great GA4 project. Half of the websites and YouTube videos are people cussing about how much worse it is than its predecessor. Well, what can you do?
I read a bunch of critiques of the SCOTUS decision on affirmative action. Even the Z-Man’s Friday podcast was about it. I think they mostly reflect the feeling that this will be like pulling teeth to get the colleges to obey the law on this. But my way of looking at it is it’s a starting point for the red state governments to force the colleges in their jurisdictions to obey. None of the Ivy League schools will. Their state governments will work with them to ignore the Supreme Court using obfuscation. Well, let them. I went to a state college and they could teach science and engineering the same as Harvard and Yale. Maybe better. No dirt people are going to get in the Ivy League schools so who cares anyway.
The other interesting case was the Supreme Court once again overruling Colorado in its insistence that people working in the wedding industry must celebrate same sex marriages. That poor wedding cake baker had the Supreme Court find in his favor and then Colorado brought another case against him, this time over some trans-nonsense. I predict Colorado will continue to harass this other woman who builds websites and doesn’t want to build a gay themed one. They’ll find some other trumped-up case, slightly different, and go after her again. But as I said these rulings reinforce the standing in the red states and if we can hold the Supreme Court for a while, they will provide the basis for restoring the social fabric in the red states. After we lose the Court, it’ll take brains and guts to tell the feds to pound sand. Let’s hope we find men who have those attributes when we need them.
It was kind of amusing reading and watching the various lefties running around in circles screaming about the affirmative action case. There was one video with Joy Reid castigating Justice Thomas. Now I consider Joy Reid to be one of the stupidest people on God’s green Earth. The fact that she also graduated from Harvard is conclusive proof that this rejection of affirmative action for college admissions is absolutely necessary. If she was admitted, a virtual cretin, to the premiere university of the United States then obviously there is no objective criterion for their admissions. In the video she goes on and on speculating on how Clarence Thomas must have some kind of deep-seated self-hatred that forces him to wreak vengeance upon black people. If there were any objective standards in this country, instead of Harvard she should have been sent to a group home where she could have performed chores she might be suited for, like filling sacks with sand or scrubbing toilets. Now the unlucky viewers of MSNBC have to watch her on the screen making absurd claims about talented and serious people. Maybe someday when MSNBC closes down, she’ll find her rightful place in society as a dunk tank clown.
So, all in all, it was an interesting day. I will be spending considerable time at these various family gatherings on Saturday and Sunday but I’ll do my best to provide some content for the faithful. Enjoy your weekend.
From approximately 1am to about 8:30 am the site was down. It had to do with the hosting service changing an IP address and my firewall not being in synch with it. And because my pitiful web skills are pitiful it took me an hour to get things back up after returning to consciousness this morning.
Everything should be copasetic. Please forgive the interruption.
Today will be a day of frivolity and excess. Hopefully I’ll manage to contribute some content to the site but I intend to cast off the yoke of captivity and traipse around lightheartedly. I encourage all free men to do the same.
Long, long day. Much too tired to write anything coherent. And an early morning on top of that. But I always like to have something up on the site. I was surrounded by the folks of Dunwich in all their various manifestations. It was literally the good, the bad and the ugly. But it was fun and energizing. Mothers with young children, families, very old folks and everything in between. And lots of working men too. All of it full of local color and mostly good humor. There were a few discordant notes. Some confused or angry faces. Folks lashing out or clueless about what is going on around them. But they’re part of the mosaic. They’re an aspect of the story. They represent what the fragmentation of our local society leads to.
I also saw something that explains why the Democrats control New England. It’s because the Republicans are leaderless. They don’t organize or even communicate effectively what’s going on or what their goals are. They’re too busy with their own lives to build anything. They don’t have the bandwidth to compete with an entrenched Democrat organization. So, they lose ground steadily. Leaving is the smart thing to do for the young. There are more opportunities to improve your own life and the community in a red state.
But all in all, it was an interesting day. Later on, today I’ll catch up on the news and try to write something substantial. But as discouraging and frustrating as most of the events going on around me are, I still see that getting involved is the correct strategy.
All pretense of normalcy evaporated today. Just too many interruptions and distractions to get anything at all done. Well, I’ll just chalk it up to lack of sleep. One of the hounds was pacing around all last night and after that and a day of work my brain is fried. Hopefully tonight will be better for sleeping.
I was going to review the movie “Master and Commander” tonight but I would have done a poor job. Tomorrow will be better.
One quick thought. I was watching the 1970 movie “Patton” and it occurred to me that any American WW2 soldier alive today would have to be at least 96 years old. Now statistically this is not a empty set. There are probably still many thousands of these veterans alive. But that number is probably diminishing at a terrible rate. WW2 is becoming like the Civil War was when I was a boy, ancient history. Temporal change is a little shocking when it reaches you. But it’s also enlightening. It gives you better insight on how the past is misrepresented.
Huzzah! I emerge from my captivity under the evil duress of my blasphemous Dunwichian overlords. I must attend to my neglected chores early this morning but I will provide content with renewed vigor a little later today.
Rejoice faithful readers, photog is unbound. Or unbalanced. It’s one or the other. Or both.