Meanwhile in California’s 16th Congressional district, in the Fresno area:
And you know, I’ve never seen Nancy Pelosi in flats.
Meanwhile in California’s 16th Congressional district, in the Fresno area:
And you know, I’ve never seen Nancy Pelosi in flats.
Now, I don’t think for a second we can vote our way out of this — sorry to rain on your parade — but the results should be a pretty good bellwether of how screwed we really are right now. Only the truest of true believers still trust the “Blue Wave” polls … and even they’re backing down (the polls, I mean, not the true believers. They’ll never stop). If the official report is “Dems up 5,” then the reality must be closer to “Republicans up 10.”
If the Dems win, or if it’s even a toss-up, we might avoid serious violence for another election cycle, as their tried-and-true tricks worked this one last time. But if they lose … since there’s no way to claim “Russian hacking!” about every single race nationwide, violence will be all they have left. And if the Normals are awake enough to consciously know the entire Media apparatus is lying to them — and what other conclusion could we draw from a “Red Tsunami“? — then when the Left starts shooting, as they must, chances are good the Right will start shooting back.
Or maybe not. Remember, very few Sovietologists saw the end of the USSR coming. When these things happen, they happen with blinding speed. But if I were a betting man, I’d put money on Red … then start fortifying my compound.
I suspect he’s not the only one.
I planned this out very carefully. About four, having determined that I needed to pick up a bundle of prescriptions, I browsed over to my MasterCard provider, who would happily tell me my balance and how much I have left. This particular card has the lowest credit limit of any I have, so I tend to use it more for things like, well, trips to the drug store.
They didn’t recognize me for some reason, and requested further ID. Now I’m cool with two-factor authorization, so yeah, go ahead and text me a code. It was about twenty seconds later when I remembered I was still at the office, a virtual black hole as far as cell service goes.
At five, roughly six minutes away from home (and the store, three blocks from home) they sent me a code, with a note attached to the effect that they weren’t going to call me this time. I have to assume there is such a thing as undeliverable SMS, and return messages then ensue.
Oh, and I put the drugs on American Express. Why complicate matters?
Selma Blair, picture of youth. I first saw her as Cecile in Cruel Intentions, circa 1999; I realize that this was 19 years ago, and she was already 27 then, but the numbers inside my head don’t add up.
But then there’s this:
There is no cure for MS, but treatment can help manage symptoms. This may include painkillers or drugs to reduce nerve inflammation, physical therapy to ease muscle stiffness, or medication to slow the condition’s progression.
Then again, life itself might well be an incurable disease of sorts.
I’m seeking a free web host that allows sexual/adult content that has their support either as a forum/community, or a live chat. I seen a lot of unlimited hosts out there, but I can’t seem to find what I’m looking for. I’m mainly looking for unlimited storage, and unlimited bandwith and doesn’t mind big sites/forums under their free hosting plans. Any suggestions? Reason is ’cause I’m trying to find a host to create a forum that will have IM chat pm system, and email notification system. The forum will be half sexual, and half non-sexual.
Not a chance in the world, Chuckie. Free hosts don’t have unlimited storage or unlimited bandwidth, and most of them don’t permit anything smutty. You’ll be fortunate to find a package like this for under $1000 a year.
“I have one last request,” said the dying man.
“Delete my browser history,” he gasped, and the curtain fell.
Probably wasn’t the person looking for these, but you know, you never know.
snuggie evolution: Far as I know, they’ve never made it out of Version 1.0.
grand am drivers seat bolster turn knob: See your nearest salvage yard. Or wear a Snuggie in the car.
“nancy pelosi” laugh “wav file”: Just in time for Halloween.
“you take a ring and then another ring”: And if they still won’t open the door, play a .wav file of Nancy Pelosi laughing.
being a hick: Greatest fear of any coastal Democrat.
do ford mondeo transmission have seals?find free cvv for mastercard and with the sum of $3000: Take a guess. You have one chance in a thousand.
why emails deleted before read: You’re very fortunate. Most of us have to delete it manually.
flakiest sign of the zodiac: Doughboy, the Biscuit.
bail check bounced: Well, we know where you’re gonna be for the next several weeks.
naturist activists ontario: You’d better hurry. It’s almost November.
in other news ice is cold: So is Ontario in the winter.
solar system tattoo: An excellent idea. Where should we put Uranus?
So far, the Thunder have played an elite team, a middling squad, and a cellar-dweller; they’ve lost to all three. The part that hurts most, most likely, is dropping that third game in front of Loud City (population 18,203); this club has never started a season 0-3 since those halcyon days in the Pacific Northwest. And this was only the Kings’ second win in OKC since, well, ever. But they earned it; at pretty much every point in the game, they were outexecuting the Thunder. All five Sacramento starters scored in double figures, as did two of their reserves; they shot nearly 55 percent, and knocked down 10 of 22 treys. (The Thunder attempted a whopping 39 three-pointers, but only nine of them actually cleared the net.) Iman Shumpert’s 26 points was only one short of his career high; De’Aaron Fox picked up 20 and 10 assists. You look at these numbers and you start to wonder how it is the Kings only won by eleven, 131-120.
Westbrook? He was back. And he was playing up to his standard: 32 points, 12 rebounds; eight assists. It didn’t matter. Paul George knocked down 29, and might have done more had he not gotten his fifth foul in the third quarter. (Nerlens Noel then got his sixth and his walking papers.) Dennis Schröder went scoreless in the first half, but came back to finish with 14, though it took him 16 shots to get them. And if the Thunder were terrible shooting for three points, they weren’t appreciably better shooting for one; they made only 19 of 30 free throws, while the Kings were connecting on 21 of 28.
Oh, well. Nothing else can happen between now and Thursday, when the Celtics come to town. Maybe. We still don’t know what happened to Alex Abrines, who disappeared after five minutes. Then again, he was +5 for the night, better than all his teammates.
One year, Daughter and I were cruising around town looking at houses, and after one too many mansions, she asked: “What sort of millionaires buy these places?”
This little starter home sold for $715,000 last month to Terrance Ferguson, age 20 and almost a half, shooting guard for the Oklahoma City Thunder. He is paid $2,118,840 a year, and is under contract for the next three years, with a team option for the fourth.
The Pope, we are assured, is still Catholic. Some of the Church’s other institutions, perhaps not so much:
Secularized American Catholic universities fail every test of honest advertisement: they are neither Catholic nor American, insofar as they peddle heresies and anti-American ideologies, and they don’t even resemble universities. They are more like glorified PC high schools or left-wing adult learning annexes. They are worse than a waste of time and money; they corrode souls and deform minds. A few of them are academically strong in this or that department, but in general they are ghastly messes — sorry products of the 1967 Land O’ Lakes Statement, a baldly heretical declaration cobbled together by Notre Dame’s Theodore Hesburgh, and incidentally signed and promoted by the pedo-rapist Theodore McCarrick, which called on all Catholic colleges and universities to secularize.
“Baldly heretical”? Well, yes, that was the whole idea:
In crafting the “Land O’ Lakes Statement,” the priest-administrators of these top American Catholic universities invoked the principles of the American Association of University Professors, which categorically declared that there was no place in a “modern university” for any antiquated adherence to a creed of dogmatic truths or moral teachings. Rather, professors and students alike needed to be free, said Land O’ Lakes, to operate on an “intellectual campus” that has “no boundaries and no barriers.”
There could be no restraint of any kind placed upon freedom of inquiry and research: “there must be no outlawed books or subjects.” This freedom from ecclesiastical oversight was an essential aspect of “the evolving nature of the Catholic university” which would “necessitate basic reorganizations of structure.” The statement went on: “A great deal of study and experimentation will be necessary to carry out these changes, but changes of this kind are essential for the future of the Catholic university.”
After half a century, we all know what happened: the schools rejected Dogma A in favor of something just as dogmatic but decidedly less spiritual.
What, then, are we to do with the children? An out-of-right-field comment:
Send them to Wyoming Catholic College. The only college where you can’t have a cell phone, but you can have a gun. True. Look it up.
Page 32 of the WCC Student Handbook:
The College’s policy banning cell phones from campus during the academic year also includes any electronic device small enough to fit into a pocket [such as an iPod] which can access the internet. Therefore, no student living on campus may be in possession of either a cell phone, hotspot, or such an internet capable device anywhere on campus or in the Lander [Wyoming] area. If a student chooses to bring a cell phone or another internet-capable device to the College, it must be stored with a prefect at the student’s own risk. Students should take this policy into consideration when deciding whether or not to bring such devices, because devices will not be kept charged while in storage (often a month or more). Cell phones and such handheld devices may be checked out again whenever students are going outside the Lander area or when reasons of personal and group safety make it prudent to have them.
However, this doesn’t mean you can go gun-crazy either. Page 34:
Students are allowed to bring firearms, ammunition, bows, arrows to the College with them. (For the purposes of College policy, “firearm” is defined as any functional gun that is not manufactured with an orange tip.) These weapons are not permitted to be carried on campus or stored in students’ rooms or cars. All weapons are to be stored with a College-appointed official. These items will not be allowed on campus until students have reported them to the designated member of the College’s Risk Management Committee. Students bringing a gun must have proof that they have had gun safety training. Detailed rules and waivers will then be conveyed to the student.
Wyoming Catholic is in compliance, I assume, with John Paul II’s Ex corde ecclesia.
Elle magazine threw some sort of bash in Hollywood this past week, and actress Rowan Blanchard showed up for the festivities in Calvin Klein’s most basic black:
Blanchard, who starred with Paris Berelc in Invisible Sister, still my favorite Disney Channel Original Movie, looks decidedly uncomfortable here on the grey carpet. Then again, at only seventeen, she’s probably not used to these non-youth-oriented functions. The outfit, however, is great, an LBD of just the right length and a wickedly twisted pair of shoes.
From deepest 1970, the Cattanooga Cats:
“You keep using that word,” said Inigo Montoya. “I do not think it means what you think it means.”
This is cruel and heartless and I wish I’d thought of it:
(Via Bits and Pieces.)
Well, sort of:
This passport was issued in compliance with Egyptian law at the time of the journey, which was deemed an emergency:
On an autumn day in 1976, a French Air Force plane touched down at Le Bourget airport just outside Paris. The plane was carrying one of the world’s great statesmen, a famous war leader in need of urgent medical treatment. Ramesses II may have been dead for more than 3000 years but his mummified body was welcomed with as much ceremony as any living head of state.
He had been the most magnificent of all the pharaohs, but his mummy was in poor shape. Early on, he was roughed up by tomb robbers, prompting priests to move him to a secret location. In 1881, that too was discovered and from then on the king’s corpse was moved from place to place, partly unwrapped, even exhibited standing up, all of which took a heavy toll. Now, battered and cracked, he was under attack from bacteria, fungi and insects. Ancient Egyptians embalmed their dead to ensure the body stayed intact for eternity, otherwise the soul wouldn’t have the use of it in the afterlife. If Ramesses’s soul was to endure, his mummy needed urgent attention to stop the rot.
His occupation was listed as “King (deceased).” Which, after all, he was, as of 1213 BC.
(Via Never Yet Melted.)
English singer Kathy Kirby, born on this date in 1938, gave off a distinct air of “What if Marilyn Monroe could actually sing?” Same shock of wheaten hair, same pin-up curvature, but seriously high-quality pipes, sort of a Brit version of Doris Day. In fact, Kathy’s biggest hit, in late 1963, was a Doris Day cover, an amped-up version of “Secret Love”:
“Secret Love” made #4 on the official UK charts, helped by pristine Peter Sullivan production and guitar work by Jimmy Page. In 1965, she took “I Belong” to the Eurovision Song Contest, where it came second to the entry from Luxembourg; after that, the hits dried uo, but she continued as a television personality.
None of Kathy’s hits made it across the Atlantic, but her late-1965 flop “The Way of Love” got some American airplay and landed at #88 in Billboard:
Most of us who bought it back then, I suspect, found it on the 1967 London/Parrot Records compilation The Greatest Hits from England.
Kathy Kirby went into seclusion after retiring from show biz, and died, reportedly of a heart attack, in 2011. She was seventy-two.
That’s some fine police work there, mates:
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I wish someone would seize my lawn clippings.
(Via Bayou Renaissance Man.)
Sacre causes scandal, AGAIN! Just like at the premiere in 1913, when catcalls and near-riot conditions erupted, Stravinsky’s iconic work is still causing tidal waves of controversy over a century later. My colleague Martin Grubinger and I have been notified that the Stravinsky estate will not allow our upcoming performance of Sacre in the adapted version in Europe, due to a potential infringement of copyright. We are very disappointed to learn this news, but have to respect their wishes. Unfortunately this means we have to cancel our upcoming performances in Dortmund and Luxembourg. The concerts in Ann Arbor and at Carnegie Hall in New York will go on as planned. We both deeply regret the position of the Estate and Publishers, but look forward to performing together in North America very soon.
Stravinsky continued to revise the work, and in 1943 rewrote the “Sacrificial Dance.” In 1948 Boosey & Hawkes issued a corrected version of the 1929 score (B&H 16333), although Stravinsky’s substantial 1943 amendment of the “Sacrificial Dance” was not incorporated into the new version and remained unperformed, to the composer’s disappointment. He considered it “much easier to play … and superior in balance and sonority” to the earlier versions. A less musical motive for the revisions and corrected editions was copyright law. The composer had left Galaxy Music Corporation (agents for Editions Russe de la Musique, the original publisher) for Associated Music Publishers at the time, and orchestras would be reluctant to pay a second rental charge from two publishers to match the full work and the revised “Sacrificial Dance”; moreover, the revised dance could only be published in America. The 1948 score provided copyright protection to the work in America, where it had lapsed, but Boosey (who acquired the Editions Russe catalogue) did not have the rights to the revised finale.
And presumably still doesn’t, seven decades later.