On a day that sees the news look like news in Groundhog Day, with old stories endlessly repeating, today’s illustrated edition still brings fresh laughs.
Give yourself a gift this weekend and read my Illustrated Edition. You’ll laugh, you’ll cry, you’ll wonder what the heck is going on in America!
Some weeks are so crazy, with reality outrunning satire, that it’s hard to find pictures for the illustrated edition. Still, this round-up works.
Reminder to all: tax rates are merely legal minimums. You are free to send as much as you’d like.
— Pat Sajak (@patsajak) December 2, 2017
In an email obtained by @JudicialWatch through a federal lawsuit, a top prosecutor (who is now a deputy for Mueller’s Russia probe) praised Sally Yates after she defied Trump travel ban order https://t.co/fFEQQSWAWM pic.twitter.com/uury79Ye9R
— The Daily Signal (@DailySignal) December 5, 2017
There’s something for everyone (at least everyone with sound common sense, an informed mind, and a good brain) in my latest illustrated edition.
I had a post I wanted to write today, but haven’t yet figured out how to do it without violating someone’s privacy. So, while I wrestle with that, here’s an illustrated edition. I’ll start with the world as it was in the 1970s, when nobody thought there was anything outrageous about older men flirting with teenage girls:
I can’t link to it, because it’s posted in a private group, but there is a post from a 60-something Southern lady saying that, when she was a teen in the 1970s, the old-fashioned dynamic was that families helped select a husband for their young daughter. And since the expectation was that he would be the breadwinner and she would be the baby-maker, they looked for older men, in their late 20s/early 30s, who were established in their careers and would ensure that the family’s daughter would not want for anything while she was raising the children.
And now to the pictures:
While posters about sex scandals take pride of place in this illustrated edition, you’ll find more here than just the sordid state of our nation.
Today’s Bookworm Beat is about inspired people and uninspiring, even creepy, politicians. It’s not all good, but it’s all interesting.
I prefer to think of myself as “helpful” rather than as a “pushover.” No matter the word, though, when certain people (children, spouse, clients, neighbors, siblings) say “jump,” my usual response is “how high?” I’ve been doing a lot of jumping lately, which explains the paucity of blogging.
It’s not all working for others, though. Some of what put a temporary break on my blogging is an existential ennui about the state of American politics. I’m quite pleased with what President Donald Trump has been doing in office, but I’m royally sickened by the utterly irrational hatred directed against him.
Even as the American media claims Trump is the world’s laughingstock because he fed fish wrong (he didn’t) or walked away from a tumbling leader (whom he couldn’t see) or incorrectly drank bottled water (there’s a correct way?), the rest of the world sees a quite effective leader who is helping reinstate America’s position in the world. More than that, I have a strong suspicion that, following the worldwide disasters following the Obama “lead from behind” vacuum, most nations will be happy to see America protecting Western civilization once again.
I did have one marginally interesting insight after discussing with a friend the fact that Franklin Roosevelt, a child of incredible privilege, was a hardcore socialist whose economic policies dragged the Depression out for almost an entire decade. FDR, I told my friend, is a reminder that, in America, Leftism is a disease of the upper classes. They are arrogant enough to believe that, if they control the levers of power, they can solve all America’s problems.
The rest of this post will be links to other stuff. Let me start with two links that carry with them the promise of creating better, strong young men and women in America.
Raising money for a good cause. The first link is to a fundraising request from Colonel George Bristol (USMC, Retired). Bristol, having served our country for 38 years, is now the headmaster of a small, classical Christian school. Before I get to his request, let me say that the friend who referred me to the fundraising page served under the Colonel and says that there are few finer men in America.
The school Bristol heads is an intellectually challenging, morally demanding environment that must compete for funding with other private institutions. It’s ironic, really, that America’s hard-Left, routinely-failing public schools have taxpayer money thrown at them, thanks to all-powerful teachers’ unions that use mandatory union dues to buy politicians who vote them raises. Meanwhile schools that make a difference struggle. But that’s the world in which we — and the Colonel’s school — live.
Bristol’s fundraiser asks that you believe in him as he believes in his school:
I am now 59 years old – and in the words of my friend and physical trainer of professionals Pavel Tsatsouline, Colonel George Bristol is “a hard man with very high mileage. He will never quit on a mission.” That statement is true, and I am committed to this community here at Whitefish Christian Academy – and my part of the mission is clear.
On 8 December 2017, I will execute a workout of 3000 repetitions to fund raise for families and teachers of our school. The exercise list will include all of the traditional exercises that I do here with our students: Pushups; Leg Raises; Kettlebell Swings; Dumbbell Clean and Press; Farmers Walk with 80 Pound Sandbag; Jump Rope; Indian Clubs; and the TRX Suspension Trainer. I will execute it in one workout session. This workout is one I taught a group of the students as part of a program called the Ministry of Strength that I initiated when I took over as Headmaster. My part of the mission is to give my all for this community. Giving my all to a worthy cause is something I learned in the Marine Corps. That is my part of the mission.
I got exhausted just reading about the Colonel’s planned exercise circuit. And here’s how you, if you have a little extra change lying around, can help:
Help me complete this mission. Help me by contributing to this group. Your contribution will give you a tax credit as per the 501C(3) status of my school. Any amount of money you can give will go EXCLUSIVELY to teacher and student scholarship. I am looking to raise $10,000.00 to give several families the ability to remain here. Time starts right now. You have my solemn word – as a Marine and a man – that every dollar contributed will go DIRECTLY to those in need.
Generous people have ensured that Bristol has already raised almost $12,000 for his school, but you know that whatever excess money doesn’t get used up this year will be used next year. So, as I said, if you have a little change lying around, it’s a good thing to seed the next generation of educated, moral people. Without them, what’s America to do?
Training Marines to be good, rather than telling them not to be bad. As you all know, as a parent, I subscribe with absolute fervor to a “Catch them being good” philosophy (which you can read about here). Indeed, I bring this philosophy to every area of my life. As part of my journey from insecure, verbally vicious, judgmental young bitch, to fairly secure, usually quite nice middle-aged lady, I’ve learned that appealing to people’s best instincts, rather than scolding them for their worst, is a marvelously effective way to get things done — and to do so with honor and good cheer.
No wonder, then, that I loved an article that my friend Sergeant Major Michael Burke of the United States Marine Corps wrote for the U.S. Naval Institute. I can summarize the article briefly — it urges the Pentagon to stop drowning Marines in endless, repetitive classes warning them away from all sorts of (often politically correct) bad behavior, while failing utterly to give them an inspiring vision of what it means to be a Marine. [Read more…]
Sorry for the blog silence today. My time has not been my own, and that’s been true from early morning to very late at night. However, in lieu of all the blogging I wish I could have done, here is an absolutely splendid jive from Jordan Fisher and Lindsay Arnold:
Even on sad days, the illustrated edition proves that the Left never slows down in its headlong rush into deep (but occasionally laughable) insanity.
Before showing you the illustrations for this illustrated edition, I want to say that my thoughts and prayers are with the Texas shooting victims, their family, and friends. As I write this, there’s no information yet about the shooter. I don’t need information, though, to know that he was a profoundly evil human being. My religious beliefs may be inchoate, but if there’s a Hell, I hope he rots there for eternity.
Anyway, I’ve saved up these political posters for the last couple of days, so I’ll put them up before too much time passing renders them stale. Stay safe, my friends. Stay safe.
As I’m still groggy from fighting migraines, Wolf Howling wrote this Bookworm Beat, a glorious potpourri showing that the good guys are mostly winning.
Today was supposed to be a big day, with Antifa raging in the streets and less-violently inclined Leftists screaming at the heavens. When I search for stories about either of these Day of Rage protests, though, I find nothing. I guess it’s hard to get up on a cold Fall morning when you live in your parents’ basement or partied hard the night before in your college dorm.
I’m a little inert today too for an entirely different reason: I’ve been adjusting my daily anti-migraine medication. The adjustment seems to be working, because I haven’t had a migraine since I made the change, but the downside is that the increased dosage makes me sleepy and dims my mental energy. Both those problems will pass with time, but for now, even though I’m paying attention to the news, I can’t seem to rouse myself to write about it.
Fortunately for the Bookworm’s reputation as a purveyor of interesting content, my friend Wolf Howling send me an email chock full of interesting information. For your enjoyment and edification, therefore, I present to you the Wolf Howling edition of today’s Bookworm Beat:
Teen Vogue is caput. Conde Nast announced today that Teen Vogue is getting the axe.
The New York-based publisher, which has instilled a hiring freeze, will slash about 80 jobs, equal to a decrease of about 2.5 percent of its 3,000-person workforce. Budgets across departments are also expected to get a haircut, with the worst-performing divisions and magazines getting cuts of up to 20 percent. As part of that mandate, Condé is reducing the frequencies of most of its titles and will shutter Teen Vogue in print.
(Bookworm here: Wolf Howling is not the only one who remembered my utter disdain for Teen Vogue — which I expressed here, here, here, and here. I got emails from several other people and am grateful to all of them for keeping that wonderful news right in front of me.)
A man who had been arrested asked for a “lawyer [,] dog” Depending upon how you read it, the man either called the police officer “dog” (which is definitely better than calling him “pig”) or asked for an actual “lawyer dog.” The Louisiana court held it was the latter and, dogs with law degrees being in short supply, concluded that the police had no obligation to the man to hunt up that particular type of lawyer before questioning him. [Read more…]
I am always impressed by how many witty, funny, intelligent people freely share with us their creations? You can see here what I’m talking about.
I’m so sorry, but both yesterday and today, I’ve come up dry. I seem to have the blogger’s equivalent of writer’s block.
The writer’s block seems to be part of a larger pattern the last couple of days of my being quite tired. I suspect I have a little virus. When it passes, my energy and my writing will return.
Until then, whether “then” is in an hour or a day, please enjoy this open thread . . . and don’t give up on me yet.
Here’s a Frederica Wilson collection of illustrated commentary, along with a bunch of other wise and wonderful posters for the discerning conservative.
The rest of these Frederica Wilson posters poke fun at her looks. I don’t usually poke fun at people’s looks, because it’s something over which they have limited control. In this case, though, I’m willing to make an exception, because Frederica Wilson’s trademark style is a choice and because her clownish appearance is completely consistent with her bad clown behavior:
In this day and age of political bullying, I start with a great video about stopping bullying — and then get to illustrations, both wise and silly.
No matter how sad, crazy, or offensive the news is, there will always be clever people making great visual for the illustrated edition post.
I’ve been very lucky this week because the Napa-Sonoma fires never came closer than 30 miles to my house. However, with the fire storm moving at warp speed and winds helping to push it, we packed emergency evacuation bags. After I packed the basics — spare clothes, cash, basic toiletries, dog food, etc. — I started thinking about sentimental things that I would miss.
Truth to tell, I’m not a very sentimental person. I find possessions somewhat burdensome, and have been working slowly and sort of steadily to purge my house of all the clutter. After my Mom died, my sister (who also is not very sentimental) and I were able to decided very quickly that most of Mom’s possessions would not improve our lives or our memories. We held them one last time, said goodbye, and then threw out the things that were just “stuff” and arranged for the sale of the rest.
What we did not get rid of were the photographs and oh, boy! Did my Mom have photographs. She had a chest, roughly the size of a large foot locker, that now sits in my house, filled to the brim with photographs. A lot (almost half) are of my childhood and I’m not at all sentimental about that. I won’t throw them away, but I certainly won’t waste time scanning them.
However, the other half is family history. Over the years, my Mom laboriously sorted and labeled hundreds of photos. Since my family got around, the pictures have a certain historic charm and the “history major” in me realized that I would be unhappy if they were lost, as I enjoy looking at them. (I do not enjoy looking at photos of myself. My kids are uninterested in these photos as well, so there’s no incentive to make special efforts to preserve them for the children.)
Despite Mom’s have been gone almost two years, I was a slug and hadn’t touched the photos, so there they were, ready to be fuel for a fire. Spurred on by the thought that there was no way to carry them with me if another fire or an earthquake destroyed my home, I spent today scanning. I managed to scan almost 500 photos, taking my maternal history from the 1880s through to the eve of WWII. (My Mom came from a wealthy family, they were able to afford a lot of photos at a time when photography was an expensive hobby.)
I haven’t yet found my Dad’s photos, but I know that there are very few. He came from abysmal poverty and managed to eke together a small album of photos when he escaped Germany and then another handful of photos in Israel before he came to America and started a family. Sadly, most of the people in the photos are lost to history, as my Dad died before ever identifying them. I’m reasonably certain that many did not survive WWII.
So rather, than blog today, I thought I would share with you some of the historically interesting photos that saw me traveling back through time today. The captions are under each photo. [Read more…]