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Sunday, December 18, 2016

Happy Christmas to all!






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"Warning From Space"
Better than any of the "classic" Christmas movies on Amazon.
(Mid-90's and up Holiday romances, made for TV mostly. Dregful.

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Guys.
It's 'ROGUE One', not 'Rouge'.
You need a makeup test.

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David Tennant voices Scrooge McDuck in the new "Ducktales" series.
I have no fear!

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Panettone is a Krampus gift.

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We are watching "The Pinkertons". Nothing about this is right. They don't look American, nor sound American.
And yes, I know.

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I "liked" 20,593 things on Facebook this year.
I NEED A LIFE!!!

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LED Toilet Night Light
Words that don't belong together.

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I would very much like for 'Rubbersuitimation' to continue to be a thing in kaiju movies of the Godzilla pedigree. Not hating on CGI, just not wanting to lose the charm of the live effects.

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Sure seems that, I dunno, ANYONE can put on a safety pin. Rapists, molesters, psychopaths.
Or do they do background checks for purchasing safety pins?

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Stuff a Shelf elf with catnip, toss on the floor. Video the ensuing hilarity.

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Whenever a vegetable soup is described as a "flavors bonanza", I suspect it's being oversold.

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And, no, the angels in the Nativity story are NOT a Doctor Who reference.

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The BEST Mr. Freeze: Otto Preminger.
WILD!

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TTFN







Saturday, December 17, 2016

Jesus as Mengele, Believers as Dr. Phil....

Whenever economic threads Of That Sort develop on social media, or if you are a dinosaur that insists upon in-person interaction,say, at parties or Holiday family dinners, someone MUST play the role of Brigadier Bringdown, and whinge about The Poor, and Christmas, and Guilt. (That was NOT written in the voice of Thurston Howell III.) Inevitably, the Big Guns are brought to bear, especially if there are Christians about, with turkey-stuffed mouths, gobbling about The Reason For The Season...

"So many Christians, but I don't see any of them selling what they have and giving it all to the poor, like Jesus taught!"

The inability to Read With Comprehension is a vanishing skill. With parents both working to keep up with living AND the taxes, and day-care struggling with overcrowding and staying out of the attention of regulators AND the news stations, and schools mandated to teach test-taking abilities and thus avoid the attention of regulators AND the news stations...there is little time to inculcate much beyond passing eyes over text, and defining sounding it out in one's head as "reading". Few places does this show up faster than in conversations with Biblical content. The Rich Young Ruler session that Jesus had is a case in point.


18 And a certain ruler asked him, saying, Good Master, what shall I do to inherit eternal life?
19 And Jesus said unto him, Why callest thou me good? none is good, save one, that is, God.
20 Thou knowest the commandments, Do not commit adultery, Do not kill, Do not steal, Do not bear false witness, Honour thy father and thy mother.
21 And he said, All these have I kept from my youth up.
22 Now when Jesus heard these things, he said unto him, Yet lackest thou one thing: sell all that thou hast, and distribute unto the poor, and thou shalt have treasure in heaven: and come, follow me.
23 And when he heard this, he was very sorrowful: for he was very rich.  Luke 18:18-23 (KJV)


The reading is precise. The questions asked are insightful. The commands are laser-sharp. and they are all for one patient. The Great Physician diagnoses the man's problem, and prescribes the solution. Sell your assets, then give to the poor. Jesus does not say "Give ALL you have to the poor in a vast bout of charity, then pick up the mendicant's bowl." Make the assets fungible, easily distributed, and give at need. Nowhere does Jesus say "Give it ALL to the poor". Jesus teaches many things, but I do not believe bad asset management is one of them. If I may say, the Poor are extras in the play. They are not the problem. The Rich Ruler and his relationship to wealth is the problem. His purse was double-knotted. Morally, he was beyond reproach. He had a desire for God's rulership in his life (The Kingdom of God =/= 'Heaven', here.). Yet, Jesus' exam finds a cyst of avarice, and He prescribes removing the unsightly thing. The Ruler apparently did not like the idea of a scar on his portfolio, and left in sorrow, perhaps to find a second opinion.

Yet, while the exchange was between Jesus and the Rich Ruler, we may certainly derive counsel from their talk. Don't let your Stuff come between you and the Kingdom of God. Christ is more important than stocks and shares and real estate, oh my. You are never as good as you think you are. AND, Jesus speaks precisely. He is the Word, the Logos made flesh, Who said "Let there be...", and there was.

He is not going to bobble a noun.

If I go to a naturopath for my cerebral chilblains, and he prescribes a tincture of goldenseal root and kerosene, and it makes me well, that does not give him, or me, or the TV talk host who interviews us, license to prescribe the vile brew to everyone, for anything. So it is with the Rich Ruler interview. Jesus prescribed what HE needed. If I have trouble with gluttony, or lust, the prescription will fit the sin.

Don't make Jesus the Spokesprophet for your political or social druthers. Instead, bow to His Lordship, and take your personally prescribed medicine. Don't walk away grieving. As the Mark account said:

21 Looking at him, Jesus felt a love for him and said to him, “One thing you lack: go and sell all you possess and give to the poor, and you will have treasure in heaven; and come, follow Me.”

Jesus prescribes with love.

Thursday, November 10, 2016

A Flurry of Trumpets...

Ya know, there may have been something to the old taboo about talking about politics....

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Local church marquee:
"We may not be Dairy Queen, but we have great Sundays!"
However did the Christian faith survive 2000 years without that in the New Testament canon?

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If what happens is not congruent with what you prayed for, it does not mean that your prayer was not answered by God.

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The amazing production boom of the '50s and '60s occurred because we had bombed the other industrial nations into slag.
Then, we rebuilt them.
We will never see a boom like that again. However, we CAN have a stronger manufacturing base if we allow the markets to work without governmental jiggery-pokery. Perhaps having a man in the White House who understands money and how business works will be an aid to that happening.

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One more thing. I have friends expressing fear over the results of the election. You are reacting to a successful political propaganda campaign designed to produce just that effect. Do not fear. An aware person said "Fear has torment, but perfect love casts out fear.".
Don't give in to fear. It is an easy response to gin up, and is a great control mechanism.
"Fear is the mind-killer."

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Quit freaking out.
We still have separation of powers, and checks and balances.
Mr. Trump cannot wreck the YouEssofAY. As little as most think of them, there are still Constitutional guidelines.
And We the People can and must ride herd.

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Displaying a snotty attitude is unbecoming, whether winner or loser, left or right.
Win gracefully.
Lose gracefully.
Or get together over lunch and plan the future.

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Snarkiest I'm gonna get, and it is from sheer dismay.
Perhaps if we made Montana into a Safe Space....

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Well, political commentary is boring, and bootless. No-one will be convinced of anything other than their own happiness, sadness, angst or fear, so no point speaking to what cannot hear.
I was trying out as the radio replacement for Sean Hannity back when he was the local afternoon guy here in N AL at the time of the Bush/Clinton contest. That night I was the wire-runner, tearing sheets off the wire service and taking to the local evening hosts. When the news came that Bill Clinton had won, I wanted to go to bed and stay there. Yet, the earth continued to turn, and we got through it, and the entertainment value alone was immense. (Though I did not get the radio gig, because I had a vocabulary, and was not afraid to use it. Dave Stone, the manager, did not want the "poet laureate of talk radio". Perhaps said much about the genre.)
So, too, the planet twirls its course even now, and there will be...life happening, and most of the dire things you worry about Mr. Trump will not occur, and some good things will, and there will be other elections, and other candidates, and other issues, and plenty of angst then to go around.
Relax. Eat some soup. Or a pizza. Have some tea. Or a beer. Go watch Doctor Strange.
Relax. And that's all I have to say about that.

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Then the thought that people are REALLY gonna miss the Tea Party comes to mind....

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BRENT WOODALL!!!
That's the name of the guy that took over the Hannity slot in the early '90s.
It hit me like a rioter's brick when I was getting some tea in the kitchen.

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Ya know, there may have been something to the old taboo about talking about politics....

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Dear, DEAR people.
The "Day One of Trump" trope is mindless. Nothing has changed. The dreadful trolls who are doing and saying dreadful things, claiming to be Trump supporters, are JUST THE SAME as they were the day before the election. It isn't the President-Elect's fault. If anything, the misrepresentations in the news and social media have emboldened them to act out publicly.
If anything, they are like the misbehaving child at the circus. Ignore them, and let the clowns and elephants deal with them.

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Just a thought.
You folks burning your New Balance shoes because the company honcho supported Mr. Trump REALLY aren't doing the climate change problem any good with that, you know.



Have a faboo weekend!








Friday, September 16, 2016

Blivets by the bloviating....




The question is, do all of the oil arm-flailers want to keep their transportation, or keep mass transit, or any industrial production, or agricultural production?
It ALL requires petroleum products. You don't stop the basis of your industrial economy without having replacements in place.
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Allow me to posit that Social Justice Warriors (SJWs) are in fact NOT the classic "bleeding heart liberals". The major difference is "heart". The "bleeding heart", whether you agree with them or not, operated from real concern for the objects of their exsanguination. They wanted to improve the lot of whatever group merited their concern.
The SJW, by my observation, exists to maintain a Narrative, and to make miserable the lives of those who disagree with that Narrative.
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Hear what the Dread Dormomoo saith:
"Prestige is worthless if you don't get paid for it."
Here endeth the lesson.
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SO angry.
Clearly I cannot vote for ANYONE this Presidential election, for NONE of them line up precisely with all of my beliefs, opinions, doctrines, or policies, eye color nor blood type.
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If this was Camazotz, traffic would run a lot more smoothly.
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The Noeru and we were talking last night. He is wistful for the days of the tinkers, the repair-men. The people who repair small appliances and tools to keep them usable, and not become landfill-fodder.
When I was a kid, we had a house-call TV repairman from Clio, SC hight "Rembert Pate". He was a stoop-shouldered, big guy with bad dentition, who would come late in the evening to fix the vertical flutter or whatever besieged your viewing pleasure. 8PM, and he was there with his enormous doctor's bag of tubes and frammistats, and likely as not, when he left, the old Admiral B&W set was right as rain again.
Now, sets are unfixable in such a way. A tragic end to a faithful fraternity of fix-it people.

I knew it was all over when Zenith brought out the solid-state "Works-in-a-Drawer".
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I find it most reasonable to choose to disbelieve any pronouncement from inside the Beltway.
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Weren't these in (old) Doctor Who?
Sure LOOK like it....
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"The Doomsday Machine" is hands-down my favorite TOS episode, and I've seen "Let That Be Your Last Battlefield"!


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Please read precisely.
Vote for whom you wish, but if you decide to vote for Hillary Clinton as some sort of "message" or protest, then you are not a "conservative", and likely never were.
"Not voting" for that office would be the more effective protest.
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"Ice Cube Shuts Down Donald Trump in Two Tweets"
Well, the campaign is clearly over.
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OK. This is getting a bit much.
Today in our house we have talked (spoken) about various things. "The Martian" book. A specific electrician. A Kitchenaid mixer, and one other thing which I cannot recall.
Ads for each of these have since popped up on Facebook today.
These were not FB messages, or searches we have done.

Maybe it will give me an ad for the brand of foil I need for my new headgear.








Saturday, August 20, 2016



I have been watching "Space Patrol" at the shop as I print during the wee hours. "Space Patrol" was a Brit "LowRentMarionation" production from Roberta Leigh and Art Provis, both of whom are inextricably linked to Gerry Anderson. Leigh had hired a nearly-bankrupt Anderson to film a series of twaddly kids' puppet shows, "The Adventures of Twizzle" in 1957, followed by "Torchy the Battery Boy". Provis was a cautious soul, while Anderson was more adventurous, and their AP Films company which was formed to do television adverts, and went on to do "Four Feather Falls" and "Supercar", dissolved amicably over their differing styles. (Provis did the filming for "Patrol", and his parsimonious nature shows in the low-budget ship sets, composed of silver-painted cardboard tubes, styro fruit box dividers, surface-strung wiring, and pegboard.)






Roberta Leigh and crew.

The brave crew of the Galasphere 347 (seen here taking off)



were reassigned as "Planet Patrol" here in these United States, as a live -action SF series already had claim to the UK title. Larry Dart, an Earthling, Slim, a Venusian, and Husky, a Martian, crew the Galasphere 347, flying through the Galaxy (which is Leigh-speak for "solar system"...22nd century technology was incapable of intergalactic, much less interstellar flight. Puttering around our Sol system required time spent in "The Freezer" in cryo-sleep, to cut down on the need for vast food storage aboard). 

YouTube has a number of episodes, likely ripped from the DVD release.





Not bad stuff, if rough around the meson drive. I like the robots. They look so...robot-ey.

Compare their visual quality with that of "Fireball XL5" by Gerry Anderson's crew.




Nonetheless, "Space Patrol" has excellent long-shot visuals. The city housing the HQ, with it's tube shuttles and moving landing pads is beautiful.







The characters are well-defined, and their interactions have the peculiarly British teasing give-and-take. Col. Raeburn is always giving Prof. Haggerty grief over his experiments, and his attempts to grow hair on his encroaching baldness. Haggerty, being the Mad Irish Genius, blows his stack with predictable regularity. Husky, the Martian crewman, is perpetually hungry, having a penchant for Martian Sausages. Slim, the slight Venusian crewman, a sort of mildly emotional Spock for the show, admonishes him for his constant attention to his stomach. Larry Dart, the captain and hero, is a a firm leader, but not above joking with his crew, and poking fun at the pretensions of Commander Raeburn.

More later, perhaps.


















Thursday, August 18, 2016

A Muddle of Meanderings



President Obama, sir:
Could you drag your attention away from your vacation, and address the plight of the flood victims of Louisiana?
Please?

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When exactly did it become chic for churches to refer to their locations as "campuses".

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Knew an artist who died of exposure.

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Dear people writing about Olympic awards.
The word is "MEDAL". With a "D".
Not "metal".

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Michael:



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Mr. Trump has said in a droll aside that "Maybe the 2nd Amendment people" could do something about attempts to abolish the 2nd Amendment.
Which is why the founders put it there in the first place.
It was not a call to violence. It WAS a recognition of the historical point of the 2nd Amendment's inclusion in the Bill of Rights.
Again, STAHP with the 12-year-old arm-flailing.

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"Obama WH admits that Hillary gave ISIS $400 million on accident "
ON accident?
Whatever became of "by accident"?
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Something landed on my arm at the shop the other night. It was either a huge mosquito, or a very small sparrow.
Black, about an inch long, poised to feed.
I changed her mind permanently.

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I love that so many comedic social pundits are also trained, licensed mental healthcare professionals.

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Please, put pressure on me as to the overwhelming need in your lives for me to do blog radio again. My studio has become a closet, and I need...encouragement... to wade in with the excavation of the room.
Considering a YouTube thing as well. Everyone needs to see my phiz.

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I acquired, through devious and fell means, a set of Jack Webb's unsung series "Project UFO", a dramatisation a la "Dragnet" of the Project Bluebook Air Force investigations of UFO sightings.
It is far better than I remembered. The "saucer" models are detailed, but a bit dodgy, as though the FX people did not read the completed scripts. This WAS coming off of the "Star Wars" special effects bump, so everyone was trying to outdo the rest. Brick Price did a lot of the model work. Acting is as expected from a Webb series...good rapport between the pair of investigators, and a familiar cast of Webb stable character actors.

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Friend Laura Caneer settles the matter:
"The Jack-in-the-box of our childhood is the can of biscuits of our adulthood."

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All the people who whinge about there being NO choice, that they are ALL idiots...
Just don't vote.
Easy peasy!

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There is endless back-and-forth about the new Godzilla having a PURPLE heat ray, instead of BLUE.
Where is BLM on THIS heady issue?

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Noeru and I finished listening to "That Hideous Strength" by C.S.Lewis on the way home from Chicago. Been a favorite of mine (the whole Space Trilogy) since my freshman year in college. It is the purpose of the other two books, "Out of the Silent Planet" and "Perelandra". It reads as though Lewis had been reading current headlines, just not in a tiresome Modern Evangelical Fiction way. The roots of our post-modern scientism were deeply grown in 1945, and only the technology has changed. Belbury uber alles.
Tolkien did not care for it. He referred to the work as "That Hideous Book", which was so clever that I hooted when Noel told me, and is why I do not resent Mr. Tolkien for not liking the thing.

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Weathering Heights

This is a weatherhead:




The contrivance at the top of the conduit keeps water out of the electrics of your home.

Years ago, I worked for a plumbing and electrical supply company, and often waited upon several codgerly electricians. One of them, Phelix Appleton, was of the "wet your finger and stick it in the socket to see if it was live" school. Phelix upon learning my name, dubbed me "Weatherhead". Sadly, this became prophetic, as I now have a weatherman living in my head, who painfully alerts me to high-pressure fronts moving through our area. This week I have had three days of it, two of which put me in bed, as all of my attention was fixed upon the Offending Sinus.

Hamlet's "thousand natural shocks that flesh is heir to" comes to mind.

The storms presaged by this offense to my person are almost here. I await them with great gladness. It has been a decade since I have had to contend with this particular thing. Thankfully, it is less frequent; aspirin and phenylephrine go a long way toward masking the symptoms. I suspect it has been the hot, dry N. Alabamastan weather that has set up the situation this summer.

November weather is starting to sound REALLY good about now.
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I have an amusing piece in the works for in a day-or-so. Also, Blog radio is on the horizon

I hope that your summers have been good, and that you are well and safe. The political landscape begins to resemble Hiroshima, post-A Bomb. Maybe THAT'S where the headaches are REALLY coming from.

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Saturday, July 09, 2016

A Nattering of Nuance

Much of this mess could have been avoided if individuals years back had not ceded the job of looking out for one another to the police force.
Not a "police are EEE-vil" comment, rather, this is a "take responsibility" comment.

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Oh, well, didn't get in at PensaCon. The rejection letter was one-size-fits-all, and so it could have been that I have oversaturated the market there (unlikely), or I'm ugly and my mother dresses me funny.

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I am endlessly charmed by the use of the term "morons" aimed at possible attendees at the Noah's Ark "theme park".
Snide smugness is always in good taste.

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Was printing last night, both local jobs and convention stuff, and ran across some DVDs that I had ripped from my own VHS tapes. Watched "Battle Beyond the Stars". It is ALWAYS a fun romp, with as odd an ensemble as you could hope to find. James Horner established the complete basis for most of his subsequent work. Many composers steal from others; Horner unabashedly stole from himself, and well.
Nestor. That is all.
"Lazu-LIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII!"
Dat ship.
Robert Vaughn type-cast.
I recommend it for your weekend slumming.




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Pokemon GO.
Think of it as evolution in action.

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Adlai Stevenson, really?
Anyone guess who the guy over LBJ's shoulder is?



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I hope that you enjoy your remembrances of Independence Day, for that is what we remember. We are not remembering a month and a number...we remember an event, and the blood of those who won what we now squander away in the name of "security" and "gimmes".
Please give attention to the history won for us.
Santayana is right, except that we really need to repeat SOME things

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Bosley Hair Clinic ads make me want to saw my own head off.

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Not declaring for a candidate, here, just looking at a phenomenon.
You DO know that many of the "No Trump..." mememeisters are in fact trolls from the Other Party, yes?

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The planet's inhabitants have survived well for many millennia as clans, tribes, and nation-states. No globalist pretensions, except once, and the kibosh was put on that, giving Berlitz a career.
The frantic flailing over BREXIT shows that some never learn. Globalism, UN hegemony, internationalist cabals, whichever buzzword suits, is nothing more than a political-economic Babel, which, given humankind's predilection to fussing, is destined to fragment anyway. Power and profits for those at the top will not be sufficient to maintain the solidarity of the masses. National sovereignty may be as ingrained as eye color, and reversion to it will come, sooner rather than later.