2019 September

I’m loving the movie When Nietzsche Wept, in particular the women: Lou , Bertha …I went mad for Nietzsche in college. I spent much of 1957, 1958 reading Beyond Good and Evil, Thus Spake Zarathustra … I wrote Zarathustra dreams. Did anyone understand what I said? Did anyone not understand it? Did I understandit?

2019 04 08
Wrecking Natalie Portman’s Black Swan
So now it comes out: not only did the superb Natalie Portmen receive intense ballet training for her role in the Black Swan, but the really tricky parts were danced by a dancer; not an actress, model, celebreity. The filmmakers edited Natalie’s face. I have some porn on my hard drive where we get Emma Stone’s priceless face and some other beautiful woman’s open vulva. Ooo, nice, but not Emma Stone.
Thing is, the just mentioned model didn’t get a cunt credit: they just used her pussy, paid her presumably, and on to the next dollar.

For some months now I’ve been loving meeting the studion musicians behand LA studios: the Beach Boys, the Association … Brian Wilson wrote the song, wrote the harmonies: his Beach Boys could sing their parts within a few days rehearsal, but no way could they perform the instrumentals without having their amateurishness expose them. No problem: let the Wrecking Crew sight read the insrumentals. Brian Wilson could have another hit in a couple of days time, no reason to wait six months for the actal band. The Wrecking Crew got paid: their scale, maybe some over time. They got paid, they went homge, everbody was happy; except for Beach Boys fans when the stories came out. So the stories didn’t come out!

And neigher did Natalie Portman’s Hollywood professionalism. Of course you use a pro do do the hard parts: Portman is the model, the actress, the great star; why should she have to do the dancing too? I dont mind. What I mind is the standard dishonnesty regarding how it was actually done. Hollywood took shortcuts, they’d be idiots not to. and then they’d be idiots to be quite truthful about it.

Ah, but is the cat now out of the bag? Frank Sinatra used the Wrecking Crew: no apologies to anybody.

Where does it end? Buster Keaton did his own stunts: as did Charlie Chaplan: WC Fields. In each case there was no one better. never had been. Never.

Did JS Bach use a ringer on the organ? No, no: say it ain’t so.

But I’ll say further: JS Bach was the ringer! Nowbody played organ better than Bach.

You know the truh doesn’t mater in these matters: here’s were it dies naturally: is that God up there? How can we tell? except by looking, listening, watching, thinking.

Master Tiger, 2019
Welcome back, Master!
I remember when Jack Nicklaus won a multiple Masters in his 40s. Wow. Really wow. But then along came Tiger. And it’s right in the middle of Steph Curry being amazing; and Roger Federer! And who knows what else: Chinese twinkie winks.

Back a ways Tiger and Mrs. brought champagne to a major tennis event, sat in a front box, and cheered the other old man genius. Brovo. It was a little gimmicy. but time proves they wouldn’t have been wrong to keep it up.
Who’s the most amazing of all these guyes? Roger!


2019 08 07 Time is passing, my vision deteriorates: I can only sometimes see some of my typos. Yall should have supported my work when it could have helped.
2019 Aug 15 I no longer remembewr how to search K.: I’ve got to correct an error I made in the post Celebrities I Don’t Know. I’d associated George Carlin with Morningside Heights;; but I’d thought he was from 110 St, around Cathedral Drive. No, apparently he’s from W 121 Street: Riverside Cathedral, not St John’s Cathedral; International House, Grant’s Tomb …

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2019 03 March

2019 March
There’s a military dispute beween Pakistan and India, first since 1970. I remember the latter very well, couldn’t forget it if I lived another 80 yeares. You see in the late 1960s I wrote a number of short stories. Out of Order took place in a bar. I hinted at its victional future by reporting a war betwen India and Pakistan! Why India and Pakistan? because I w1anted the story’s time tobe rediculous, improbable: clearly fiction. Next thin I know, they’re at war! Well, here we go again.

2019 03 19 Now there’s a new Michael Jackson scadal: Jackson is accused of child molestation. I believe that people chemically molested from childhood whould get a few free strikes: Jax’s parents should get twenty-to-life before Michael gets five hours.

2019 06 02
“Harris was seated on stage at MoveOn’s “Big Ideas” event, when the male protester casually walked up to her and grabbed the microphone out of her hand.” Yahoo article.
I will never forget Ivan Illich speaking from the stage at Fordam University in NY. He was speaking into a mike, hand-held. He brandished the mike, waved it at us, smacked it a few 1times. “Don’t you see that I’m oppressing you” Yes! Yes, I cheered. Mikes are anti-democratic unless everyone has one. And if everyone has one then little can get heard.
Did the audience get it? No. Not at all. Not that I could tell.

2019 06 02
Yahoo sports news had a sexy photo this morning of a basketball girlfriend displaying the bottom of her tits: not the –yawn– tops! Then suddenly I recall where I’d seen that before: late 1970s, Dirty Dick’s bar, Long Beach LI. Long Beach Road T’s against Shore Rd,
Dirty Dick’s widow runs the joins. Her bartending is assisted by her two sons: Dick (junior) is the elder. The younger brother, a good looking cuss, has a trohy wife. Cute girl, cute outfits: and it was she who displayed boob bottoms firstbin my experience.

Pardon the low vision typos, I’ll fix if I can: meantime, don’t worry about it, I don’t.

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Political Promises

2019 02 13 Trump’s Wall
Politicians promise things. Trump promised a wall.How many such promises have been kept?>Are there anyt promises we should want kept?
Now there’s a church in the way of anyt complete wall. Shouild Trumop have warned us? Should Hitler have warned us that maybe though he could kill lots andlots of Jews, he couyldn’t quite kill all Jews. Maybe he shouldn’t quite kill all Jews?

Modern science is based in a set of assumptions. Those assumptions are stated, emphasized: we assume that there is one universe, that they universe follows asingle set ofregularities. If scientiests stumple onto inconsistencies, they’re suuposed to say so. to notice..

I’m reminded of the peculiar anarchism of an army friend. My buddy thought that the US should be run by totally irreconcilable camps: lesbians here, evangelicals there. All beliefs shoudl cancel all other beliefs. Congress should stall in a universal collision of incompatibilities.

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2019 02 February

Monthly: scrapbook: formerly reborn each month
largely deactivated due to encroaching Low vision, macular degeneration: additions, editing difficult to nigh impossible.

2019 02 07 Loving Emilia Clarke is inevitable, the whole world precedes me in this attraction. My own admiration here is handicapped by first noticing her in the role of Sarah Connor. That’s Linda Hamilton’s role: how dare another actress, however beautiful, so much as camp there. Nevertheless I did: and was smitten. And then I saw her bleached and blond as she mounts her barbarian mountain of a husband in Game of Thrones.
So I rent Me Before You. She’s mesmerizing. Her face is so attractive she’s almost grotesque. Her character is so low class we could howl, her clothes are rediculous. More comments coming: but meantime, she’s here, overwhelmingly.

Palming the Theo
2019 01 20 Belief in magic, or at least hope that magic sometimes works, works in one’s favor, is no doubt older than theology, certainly older than monotheism. But we learn things backwards: I was taught about an all-powerful creator god long before I encountered discussable ideas about humans controlling magic. Now I look at religions and see ovewealming evidence of religious bending over backwards to control the creator god: and other gods. We want the god so that we can control the god. We want the god so that our magic can work, so that we can control the universe.
We want our control to be invisible to our victims, we want to palm our magic onto the god.

Kleptocrats are incapable of seeing that
kleptocrats are incapable of seeing that
kleptocrats are kleptocrats:
and that kleptocrats are incapable of seeing.

Prepare the Knife
2019 01 31 Here’s a story from when I was writing my first novel, early 19802: . I thought of By the Hair of the Comet when I was driving on I95, near St Augustine. I shared my idea with my new girlfriend, Jeano, on Hilton Head Island. She was very enthusiastic and declared that she would love to take care of me while I wrote it. She was wealthy, she could certainly afford such care. I’m cheap maintain, but far from low maintenance. I took the offer as a compliment, but otherwise ignored it. Ditto when she repeaterd the offer. When she repeated the offer a third time, visiting me in Long Beach that winter, 1982 or so, I accepted. My business was going down the toilet, I was behind in my rent, I couldn’t focus on practicalities; writing By the Hair of the Comet was reallyt all I want to do: other thatn make love to Jeano: who, at the time, was the oldest still employed model: that’s her in the Doanes Pills ads in the magazines. Jeano and I moved my stuff to a warehouse on Long Island. She told me he’d rent me an office on Hilton Head Island. I settled in with her, sharing her motor home in a marina. I plugged my typewriter into an outlet by the front passenger seat to wait for my office to materialize. Christmas was coming. Jeano wanted us to visit her daughter in New Jersey for the holidays. Great. I set up in the daughter’s basement (where her young son gave me not a moment’s privacy. Nevertheless, I blocked out the main charcters, outlined the plot, and so forth.

Trouble was brewing. It arrived at a holiday meal. The women roasted the turkey. We sat at table. Jeano asked me to carve tre bird. I saw that the knife was dull as dull. No, I replied, notwitout time to prepare the knife. You’ve given yourself all day to roast the entre; I need time to prepare the knife: if I’m goi8ng to associated with the quality of the meat. I need the whet stone, the oil, the knife. So, the dauther’s boy friend carved: badly. Carving was there a sabotaged art.
My work place never developed. I asked fsor a word processor, didn’t get one. Hilton HGead was a disacter, we had a severe frost. The Pipes burst. She drove north for repairs; I fled to Florida; homeless, my business in mothballs. Ah, but I had my typewriter!

Continues as reverse chronology: Monthly Archive

Such archives date backwards: counter chronological: today, yesterday, the day before … (Continues in several archive choices.)

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2019 01 Jqnuary

2019 01 23 Shoot ‘Em Up
A guy shot people in the Sun Bank here in Sebring yesterday. The sheriff says that the killings, the violence, was senseless. Kleptocrats are incapable of seeing the clear sense that violence makes. The guy’s old girlfriend says that they guy wanted people to be hurt, wanted people dead.
Makes seense to me. But the sheriff has spoken ex cathedra, as an authority.

Patriot Politics
2019 01 21 A high school basketball team withdrew from a tournament when a flag of Donald Truno was displayed at the gym. “Coach Michael Walker, who posted a picture of the crowd on Facebook, questioning what place the flag (of Trump) had at the game.” The other day my best friend was commenting that she saw no one take a knee during the national anthem at some event. Here’s a coach who didn’t see a connection between politicians running for reelection and patriots imposing patriotism onto sports audiences. I have strong opinions on the matter. I see nations having no business imposing patriotism on sports. I understand why anthems are sung at military maneuvers; I do not see any place for nationalistic fervor at football, beseball, or basketball games. My girl sees a connection;’ I do not. I resist, I oppose such associatiomns.

Fed Furlough
The fed is on strike. Good. I wish it would stay on strike. I wish that all federal enterprises would strike themselves into oblivion. Oh, but what about my food stamps? Good. I would happily, proudly, starve to death if I knew that it meant to endof federal interferencd in human freedom.

Federal strikes would rapidly remove the main obstacle to ecological balance:billions of humans would compete for remaining resources: fish, game, plants. People would starve by the billion. Good. What could be better for our planetary health. Of course it may mean we’ll all die, go extinct. That goes further than I’d prefer; but it’s our own fault. We delcated too long.

Sports Misc
2019 01 20 I regularly glance at NBA stats. I’m long used to Golden State ranking first in field goal percentages league-wide. I’m well used to the Warriors being way up there in 3 pont percentages: certainly in the top ten %: we routinely do well in game totlas: top !%m certaubkt tio 19%, And we’re star rebounders. Offense links to defense in all of those respects. we’re regularly high in rebounds: say 9th in the league. But today even I am stunned. We’re first in fg percentage, second in 3s, first in scoring by game, and 9th in rebounds.

Has there ever een such a state line?

Famous Fictions
2019 01 11 Last night I watched King Kong, the present version, with Naomi Watts. I thought throughout of Fay Wray, immortal from the 1933 version. Who could ever forget her tits showing through her dewy dress on Skull Island? That was from before Hollywood became a hypocrite virgin. Jessica Langa was damn beautiful in the 1972 version, but she wasn’t yet a great actress: she needed a bit of time for that. But Fay Wray? she’s the definition of Hollywood sexy.
Except that Naomi Watts is a blond master. God, we love her.
I love her.
Funny: entertaining Kong in his aery, Watts juggles! Just the other night I watched Trumbo: and Diane Lane juggles! She juggles several glasses full of ice water, the first such glass launching from the top of her head! Wow. Show biz families.
But Diane Lane is beautiful no matter what she does.

Veggie Mom
2019 01 11 A woman in a coma for years has given birth, a still birth, in a hospital. Now, cherchez l’homme. How could a guy rape a veggie? Easy. When I was in the army in the early 1960s, one of my best buddies, a fellow draftee, was released early for a family emergency: his dad made a very good living running a “school” in Yorktown Heights for people with IQs indistinguishable from a vegetable. His pa had been found in the box with one of his “students”: a box that served as bed, bath, toilet … How could he? He got into the box with her, that’s how.

Dr. DoLittle, Murder by Meds
2019 01 03 Some doctor abuses her position in a hospital to murder Jews. It’s refreshing to see antisemitism from some source other than RC or WASP. Here the ancient hatred (in Yeats’ immortal phrase) is Muslim: Palestinian: some damn thing. Notice the complicity of all klleptocrats in arming authority to participate in genocide.

Step the Skeptik
2018 12 15 Steph Curry is posing as an independent, a thinker: no fool Steph Curry. Steph has expressed doubt about the US moon landing. I’ve seen elaborate systems of doubt: and last summer another basketball star announced his belief that the earth is flat.So what? They’re not journalist. not astronomers. absolutely not scientists: they’re great sports figures: Steph is unbelievably exciting. He’s near the top of my short list of miraculous competitors: Roger Federer, Muhammed Ali, Nadia Comăneci …
I was just listening to the great Jordan Peterson argue for the necessity of authorities in civilization: someone has to impose “truth” on the group. The faithful have to follow the dictates of the priest, who is following the dictates of the Pope, who, supposedly is following the dictates of God.
Well, I am a scientist, sometimes, among other things, I want God (and man) (especuallt me) to be right; I do not want to be dictated to, not even by God.
But never mind. Consider this. Faith and authority give ordinary hum beans the illusion that they’re in touch with something important, sometjnning intelligent, something legitimate, something right. Americans believe, pretty much without evidence,k that they’re on the side of right, intelligence, authority. …

007 Chicago
“007”, “Licensed to Kill”
Race validates or invalidates such licenses. Black security guagd in a Chicago suburb pacified a shooter at a bar, 4 am. Cops arrived and the universally understood code was understood: black guy, with gun: shoot the black guy with gun.
Black guy is wearing unifrom, displaying badge? It doesn’t matter: it could be fake, he stole it from a costume store.

Trump Clinton
YouTube invites me to listen in on political tripe: sometimes I do, a little. Last night I learned that the Clintons stole furniture from the White House: wsere ordered to return said furniture: Trump people make a partisan mockery. I love it.

Finger Face
2018 09 30 YouTube is so great at providing interviews. I’ll now watch anything with Jordan Peterson: and for years now I’ll joyfully watch any interview with Steve Kerr.
But how come the powers that pay Kerr lots of money don’t demand that he keep his fingers out of his mouth while talking to the public? Peterson doesn’t havre a boss in the same sense, but that makes it more important: he’s a teacher, his speech must be clear.

Have you ever seen Anthony Hopkins mask his meaning with fingersin his mouth? If Brando did it he was almost certainly expressing character; not just being rude and ineffective.
I’ll tell you what’s inecusable: Steph Curry makes out eyeballs spin in their sockets. They hand him a mic. First thing out of his mouth, every time: “… uh … er …”

2018 09 17 Did Pilat know who Jesus was?
Do we?
Do you know who I am? Do I know you?

Did Rome ever know who anyone was whom they condemned to torture, imprisonment, death?
The hunter shoots the bear in the woods: did the hunter know what the bear was? any better than the bear knew who the hunter was?
What would we accept as proof that we did know who or what the bear was? How about if we could sequence the bear’s DNA? Clone a bear from our knowledge?
What if Judgment arrives and God throws us all into hell: will we then know Jesus? Will you know me? Would Pilat then know Jesus? or the bear?
Could we show God that we know Jesus? or God? or anything?

pk & grandson, Benjamin, visit 1000 year Big Oak
pk & grandson visit 1000 year Big Oak
I first met this tree in 1989. Highland Hammock State Park’s sign said that the tree had been measured to be 36 feet in circumference, four feet above ground level. I think it’s now shrunk a bit: like me.

No Irony Allowed
2018 08 28 Not Even Sarcasm
I was arrested by the FBI for sarcasm: the FBI even rewrote my sarcasms: as though I hadn’t known what I was doing. Not only would cops have to have a sense of play, so would teachers.
No, no. Forbidden. Banished.

Institutional Evil
2018 08 26 Wow, what a time in history: (A) the Roman Catholic Church is being raked over the coals for harboring pedophiles: they fuck the little girls, and the little boys too. Now, like Watergate we ask, Did the Pope know about it? Well, Nixon knew about his dirt, didn’t he? How could he not? And isn’tnot knowing more sinful than knowing? Meantime, (B) Another headline claims that Americans deserve to know if the President is as currept as his key aids. Again, Nixon said the American people had a right to know “if their president was a crook”. Hey, aside a moment: the American 1p people have no such “right”; if they did, they’d know that their candidate was a crook before the election.
(C) Once upon a time when the princes of Europe saw that the people saw that the priests and popes and nuns we1re as crooked, as randy as all get out they said Oh, Goody: now we’ll sell the state as full of promise. And they did. The sold the state to the hilt!

Don’t blame me. I don’t believe in the church or the state. ! I don’t believe in the people either!

2018 08 20 Aretha died, bless her. YouTube featured her singing Nessun dorma, from Turando: an aria for tenor: Pavarotti had a sore throught, and they turned the occasion transgender. I was thrilled, tears runing down my cheeks. Then I watched it again: then I loaded up a video of Pavorotti himself doing the honore. Jeeus, what a song.

I invite you to check on a few things with me: boy, is the culture all mixed up here:
Tourdandot means daughter of Turan. Turan was a place name in central asia. Princess Turandot is supposed to be available for suitable proposals. It’s a sphynx kind of myth: there are three riddles to solve: solve them you get the princess, fail andyou die. The prince solves all riddles, still the princess doesn’t want to marry: and there dlesn’t seem to be any reins on her absolutism. The danger escalates: now everyone will die at dawn: and still there’s been no putsch, no revolution, people volunteer to support arbitrary absolute power and its abuses.

When I was a kid my regular playmate was Anne Carol. She wanted to pretend that I was the khan and that she was the beautiful queen. She swiftly made it clear that my role was to lavish jewels as well as attention on her; but all I wanted to do was to abuse power. “Off with her head”, I’d order. That was seventy years ago. I didn’t know Turandot then, and I still didn'[t know it as of yesterday afternoon. Now what I don’t know is how far into Italian cheeks Italian tongues penetrated when Puccinni was wrighting this jabber. I see that I was wrong to assume stupidity or lack of seriousness on their part: keep the stupid story hanging around through WW I? Why knows this history? speak up.
Oh, and check out the video of Aretha mastering the tenor vehicle.
Wow. I’m gonna give it another listen right now.

Oh: the prince comes up with a few stipulations of his own. Turandot will learn his name by dawn or she wil die! Gee, and I was just beginning to approve asian dictatorships for population control: especially royal population.

2018 08 21 I’ve tried to check on the plot of this opera. Understand, I have low vision, deteriorating weekly if not daily. I don’t trust new information I take in ortry to take in; I’m much more secure in my memories from a half century ago, decades, years ago. Pucinni’s ploy resembles a zillion familiar stories: Shakespeare romances: Pericles, Winters Tale. But I’m most reminded of Chaucer: his astonishing Knight’s Tale. That’s a must-know tangle. Two knights are imprisoined in a toward. They hear the voice of a woman walking in the garden. One falls instantly in love on hearing her; the other falls instantly in love on seeing her. They’re best friends, ordinarily they’d give each other their life, and welcome. But her they get all tanhgled like lawyers.They agree to fight for her: winner gets the girl. The tough guy prays to Mars to win the contest. The guy first in love with her prays to Venus to get the girl. Meantime the girl doesn’t want to have anything to do with these clowns. She prays to Diana, the virgin goddes, her bow-weilding hunting goddess, that everyone with drop dead and let her go on but over the hunting, alone.
That tangle pissed me off when I first learned of it: a common reaction. But as the century rollwed on and we got a big bite out of another, I love this story more and more. I re-tell it from memory, forgive me if I got details wrong: I swear, that’s the basic sory.
Mars tells his guy he’ll win. Venuis tells her guy he’ll get the girl. Diana tells her girl she’ll do her best.

All the god twist each others’ arms, calling in favors: all heaven is involved in the conflic. Mars declares that heaven owes him. Venus uses her charms full-tilt. Diana tests the water. Zeus tells Mars I hear you. Ditto Venus. Poor Diana is given short shrift: no one sticks up for virginity: women may rule but they’ll never be equal: Diana is told to suck it up. So what can possibly happen? The gods are stymied. Aj” sp cjaps trumps order. Saturn sends an earthquke: the hero’s horse is knocked sideways. Mars’ honbor is saved; Diana never had a chance; Venus and Darwin get the genearation abreeding.
(i’ll edit)
… But the grandfather of ths gods sends an earthquake. Moment of truth arrives. The hero wins the tournament. (Typos can happen to even skilled typists, but they shouldn’t happen to the blind. Figure what I’m probably saying no matter what the text appears to say.)

Get the point: infertility will lose no matter who promised what to whom. So Turandot is gonna get shafted. But by dawn she seems to be read to fall in love with hger prince: she wans’t ripe yesterday but she is ripe today.

Reformation Lies
2018 08 17 I’ve been falling crazy in love with YouTube these past couple of months; but the past several days I’ve been living a YouTube nightmare of misinformation. We humans depend on institutions for information; institutions depend on misinformation in their power mnonopolies. It’s complex of course: let me make one example clear:
Ijust heard a smug narrator say that the Anglican Church is “Protestant”, “no doubt about it”! But there’s plenty of doubt about it: it’s merely false. King Henry VIII separated his church from the Roman Catholic Church; he did not separate his church from the Catholic Church. Henry hanged Roman Catholics — for treason. Henry argued that his Bishop (antchbishop) of Canterbury had authority descended from Peter: thus, his Church of England was the Catholic Church, the true Christian church. Henry burned Protestants — as heretics. He was NOT Protestant.

Darkness Enchroacheth
2018 08 15 I drafted a word or two on golf, on Tiger climbing back up, one how humans delude themselves about their competence on thing after thing … but of course it all evaporated in a tsunami or hardware induced typos. I’ll try to recreate some of it, reducing the volume to nearly none:
I remember first hitting golf balls, 1980: North Truro MA, Lido Beach LI NY … I never deluded myself that I could hit homer with Dimag or the Mick; but I regularly deluded myself that I could hit a golf gall not that far behind Nichols, Watson, Couples … I bet I’m not alone.

I love Jye Eyre. I’ve loved Jane Eyre since the 1950s when I first read it. I’ve loved Jane Eyre since the 1960s when I second read i. I’ve loved Jane Eyre each of the successive times I’ve watched this or that film version of it: each having its virtues. I particularly love the one I’m watching currently: Zepherelli. Charlotte Gainsbourg! I do not however lover Jane Eyre infinitly. Charlotte Brontë astonishes us as we watch Jane fall in love with Mr. Rochester. It’s amazing how she crafts Rochester giving away hints as to his own feelings for Jane. He’s also clear that he’s heterosexual, that’s he’s no viurgin, that he’s playingg his games for his own benefit. She tricks us time and again as to the nature and source of the weirdness around Rpcjester’s mansion. Who are these Jamaicans? Why is there a pyromaniac running around loose? By this iteration I’m fed up with the mysteries in the attic. Rochester wasted little time fucking the show girls; shy doesn’t he just get a good mouthful of pussy from this little governess, and worry about formalities later? Well, they’re Victorians, you see.
But then I love it again. There’s no not loving it.

Bo Derek’s Black Braids 2018 08 2018

Bo Derek

thanx the Dereks

10 appeared in 1979. I’d loved Dudley Moore since Bedazzled.
Now, help me remember: we all remember 10, we all loved Dudley Moore: and accepted John Guilgud as a substitue for Peterr Cook! but when did we all acknowledge that Bo’s shell-tipped
brids had till then been strictly pickaninny-style? She didn’t get it from Venus: Venus launched the ghetto style a decade later: no?

Free Offensive Speech
2018 07 30 Our president can tweet anything he wants, baseball pitchers follow suit. People are fired from seven figure jobs, in companies they founded, as we manage their diction for correctness. Once upon a time, in the early Sixties, I read a lot of George Bernard Shaw. He was funny, he made me laugh. And he said bold things about important things: one point on censorship — Shaw was much censored — I’ll repeat here:
First noting: Shaw believed in a strong state, he was a Fabian Socialist (Boo! Moron!);
I am an anarchist: I don’t believe that any state is legitimate.
Shaw beliueved in censorship: he just believed that the matter should be clear. The author, when he first sits down to write, should be able to know what’s legal and what’s illegal. I may be constrained from mounting a play in which the cblond blows the horse on stage: but it must be clear to one and all that I can hint it.
If we have something that can be disrespected as N’s, then we must be able to use the N-words: freely, and without fear of being jailed after we’ve invested the farm in staging the play.
If the sitting president is free to tell lies, issue him a license. I, the President, am free to abuse the internet with lies, you can’t constitutionally stop me!

2018 10 08 My macular degeneration renders my vision lower daily. I can’t maintain these blogs the way I had. But I don’t know what good I ever did anyway. Once I thought that writing was for communication, that comminication was for survival, that the articulate had an advantage; now I believe that writing’s only purpose is to act as witness: against us.

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Faith in Fairytales

Rape Report: Already Raped.

Why didn’t the girl report the rape to the police?
“No thanks”, she says, “I’ve already been raped”.

To put it less sarcastically: Same reason the slave girl didn’t report the boss’s rape to the boss.

Once upon a time slaves were without power. Women were also without power. (And so too most men: in a patriarchy, that is.)

Now slavery has re-masked itself. Some women have some power. … Jeez, but now it’s a daughter of a popular president (and his popular first lady) getting dismissed: while the president tweets he’s “sure” that had the rape been as bad as claimed (by the claimed victim then a police report “would have” been submitted!
We voted for him! Morons are our choice. The cops too had been encouraged to be brutes.

Take a knee.

I typed the above sarcasm about already being raped a couple-and-a-half decades ago, launching a notebook on rape and posting it at Knatz.com. I was remembering the report of a girl who came to my wife after she’d reported being rape to the police. The rapist was one guy; the police were a whole department: appologist of violence. They treated her with contempt. Was she sure she hadn’t made it up? Wasn’t she exaggerating? Surely she’d asked for it, surely she’d dressed provocatively. …
Speaking of sarcasm, Bertold Brecht lets kleptocratic monopolies have it with both barrels: the woman complains of rape: the judge demands private inspection of the goods: in his private office: then finds the woman guilty of raping the schmo. (Which play was that? The Caucasian Chalk Circle?)
Don’t complain to Brecht: great poet, great playwright; but a Stalin in politics: Boo.

(Of course there’s something to those sexists reflexes: females are attractive: their attractiveness goes beyond their power over its degree.

Is it possible for in-equal hierarchies such as civilization empowers to have fair justice? Is honesty a possible ingredient in human groups larger than two hundred? Are the masters competent to receive complaints from the slaves? When priests are judge and jury over themselves shouldn’t God get in a last word? Especially when the victims can be tortured by the priests in question.

I note that my wife’s rape victim-friend didn’t report to me. I was running the the Free Learning Exchange. The public was invited to back me in establishing data bases by and about the public. With FLEX this rape victim, accepting her word as true, could have told the whole neighborhood, the whole words, her story: could have elaborated on it. The rapist could have come forward, given his perspective. The neighbors could have chimed in.

But no. The raped woman sought the coucil of feminists who’d just ignored FLEX, bypassed it. Well, who ever said we were smart?
No one who didn’t support FLEX has a right to complain: should the Romans complain that Jesus was murdered?

Oh well, that was all fifty, sixty years ago. One part I love is that we learned next to nothing from it: today’s journalists kept uneven tabs on yesterday’s journals.

FLEX was this anarchist’s solution to civilization: aid the public in creating its own press: a library of maps of itself. Rebuild media from the ground up. No, we prefer to assign teachers, to dictate propaganda. We establish the fairytales we want believed, then we believe them: keep few honest records.

Guilty UntIl Proved Innocent
We Americans are so proud of our innocent until proved guilty saw. I insist that there should be two classes in opposition there: citizens should be assumed innocent; officials shold be assumed guilty!

Church-goers should be reminded that our courtroom saws are actively anti-Christian: innocent until proved guilty is the opposite of Christian epistemology.

PS a couple of decades ago an earlier Republican team slipped an accused rapist into the SCUS. He’s still there. And additional complaints against Thomas were swept under the rug: just as a second accuser is coming forward now: 2018 09 24, against Trump’s choice.

Mock the Traumatized
2018 10 08 Look how Kavanaugh’s accuser is being mocked not just by Trump but women you’d swear were feminists just yesterday. Can’t trust men? can’t trust women either.

Where’s God in all this? Never mind God: the question should always (and only) be, what’s true?

My low vision makes writing and posting a punishment. I do less and less. I do it less well.

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Serena MacNasty

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2018 09 09 Serena was so far from serene last night there should be a movement pressuring her to change her name: maybe to Stormy. Think of the baggage that would drag along! But it’s more the officials’ fault (note that plural) than Serena’s. (Or even Trump’s.)

There should be a fine; but the fine should be assessed to veteran tennis trouble-maker Ilie Năstase. And when Nasty goes broke, the balance of fines should be assessed to Jimmy Connors, America’s first big bad boy.
Mac actually may have been the worst: but he’s atoned more than a little by his appeal as a commentator. Maybe we should confiscate some of Johonny Mac’s treasure to hold in reserve.

Tennis organizations have toleratefd brattish behavior for so long I don’t actually know where blame should be placed: who or what should be held accountqable. Maybe civilization itself. Oh, hell, have an all-out war. (But first entice Duchess Meg into the royal box, and keep her there: for the public’s enjoyment: and her sister-in-law too.)

But remember to reserve copious quantities of Nasty’s funds to sponsor an apology to Naomi Osaka.

Serena’s looks have been spectacular since she first walked onto a court for a sponsored tournament. When Serena was sixteen I remember predicting that she would become #1 while still very young, but that by age thirty she would be fat and disgusting. Boy, was I wrong! But note that I’ve rooted for Serena like crazy ever since: up until this final of this open.
Maybe the rest is all debatable. Regardless, Naomi Osaka is cute as the devil.
I love her dark skin, like saddle leather! maybe she’s twin to Rafa Nadal!

Never mind Năstase, who remembers who he is anyway? (he was a spoiled brat tennis star, acting out his contempt for the rulers of, the buyers and sellers of, spectator sport.) Here’s what tennis should do. #1: review all rules: throw out the senseless ones. Apologize to the public for the senseless ones. Then before each match, announce that remaining rules will be enforced! Break a rule a second time and you’re out of the tounrament. Third time? Banned for life.
Explain to the public that misbehaviouyr on their part will not be tolerated either.

Oh, and pay John McEnroe $50M/yr to report and explain these changes: as obnoxious as he was as a player, he’s a great commentator.
Oh, and hold part of John’s remuneration in escrow so that there will always be plenty of money when Connors is broke and gone.

Ah, but then if organized tennis is allowed to hold penalty money, and invest it at interest, then tennis could sponsor refomrs in baseball, football, soccer …

2018 09 11 The web has been replete with reactions to Serena’s tirades. She has more than a few defenders. Yes, the men have long gotten away with misbehavior: that’s why I mention Nasty and Jimmy above. But don’t be bullied: ponder this: is 2-6, 3-5 the time or place to hurl accusations? Finish the match, all glory to Osaka (unless Serena turns her game around on the court), have a meal, get some rest, and then challenge organized tennis for its many shortcomings.

(I had a chess oponent the Miami FDC who would announce he had to make a phone call as I achieved mate-in-three againts him. No, no, he defaulteds as soon as he left the table. DSQ, loser.

2018 09 12 Still seething. My emotions get worse and worse the more I reflect. Just now I’m picturing how Serena tried to run the coverage at the awards ceremony. No: you lost: shut up and sit down, until you’re invited to say a word. Then say one word, and shut up, and sit down. By all means, take a stand against evil: evil such as slavery; but not in the bottom of the ninth of game seven of a world series. Serena tried to change the subject: make sure she fails: then bring up all proper subjects.

2018 09 15 Still seething!
Serena wined that she’d never cheated in her life. But she was cheating right then and ther. And we were cheting right along with her by permitting it, participating in it. Once again: Serena was bitching while the match was still under way. or it was supposed to be under way. Osaka was winning; Serena changed the subject.
You wanna discuss sexism in tennis. Good, but start before the tournament, wait till after the tourament. Don’t steal the wind from Osaka’s rightfully earned victory.
Tennis should never recover from these abuse of commercial sport.l
Serena told Naomi that the public wasn’t booing against her; maybe; they were right to boo; they should have been booing against Serena, the thief.

Ah. A couple ofhour later the NYUT publishes tennis fine states at grand slam tournaments. Statistics sure can clear the air, if the public has a shred of honesty: male fines outnumber fines to females.
Report: Men penalized significantly more than women in tennis

Goody. Now Serena can apologize to Ramos: and to you, and to me.
Now what I would like to see would be an epidemic of fines levied on bandwagon journalists.

Serena got disqualified once for ugly complaints about foot faulting. I remember an indient in Madison Sqare Garden: Rod Lave had a foot fault called on him. He said, “How many of those have you called, ref?” And the whole audience laughed. The joke was on unevenofficiating: not the accuracy of the call; the typicality of the call! Also present that night: Roy Amerson, Ken Rosewall … Laver of course, maybe Newq.

Serena threatens Ramos that he’ll never work one of her matches ever again. Now can Serena explain how she comnes to be in charge of official selection? Serena has great power in tennis, unprecedanted among women players still active. But who’s appointed her dictator? Stalin, Napoleon appoint themselves.

Senator Fed
2018 09 19 Yesterday a tennis commentator painhted Serena’s sore loser behavior as a sad missed opportunity: she could have riden off into a peach colored suset, exuding dignity with every hoof step. I just read an article in which Federer, who didn’t make the final rounds this year but was never far out of mind. He was saying that Joker though playing well still has a gear or two to add. Fed is not saying Me! Me! Me! I’ll tell you, I’ll be extolling Fed as long as I live: even if Joke of Rafa climb closer to the unique all time notch. A month ago, ten years ago, I would have welcomed a visio9n of Secator Serena enthroned by Senator Fed, dispersing precious wisdom. Now I don’t want to see her at all, no matter what she does.
I hope that changes. She gave us some unforgetable decades of greatness. As far as icon status is conscerned, she was icon ready the first time she strode onto a count, looking like a linebacker.

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