March 10, 2020

One of the sometimes infuriating things about me and music is that when I get into something I really get into it, to the point where it almost invades my body and my psyche to the detriment of everything else. Like, I could have a song in my head when I go to sleep and have it start right up again the next morning when I wake up. And in the case of these three songs it’s really starting to piss me (and Tracey, who has to listen to me playing these songs over and over again) off. Presently, there are three songs in particular. I’m going to take them from last to first.

3. Bruce Springsteen, “Girls In Their Summer Clothes”. When I first heard this song three years ago the experience was almost unlike anything I’d ever heard before. I was never much of a Springsteen fan – still ain’t – but the grandiose, Spector-esque “Wall of Sound” arrangement, combined with a wistful melancholy lyric immediately found a place in my soul and psyche I still haven’t gotten rid of since. The lyrics are beyond poetic, speaking of a lost moment and innocence, desperation, something akin to Gatsby wishing to grasp that unobtainable essence present in that green light across the Sound:

Well the street lights shine
Down on Blessing Avenue
Lovers they walk by
Holdin’ hands two by two

A breeze crosses the porch
Bicycle spokes spin ’round
Jacket’s on, I’m out the door
Tonight I’m gonna burn this town down

And the girls in their summer clothes
In the cool of the evening light
The girls in their summer clothes
Pass me by

Kid’s rubber ball smacks
Off the gutter ‘neath the lamp light
Big bank clock chimes
Off go the sleepy front porch lights

Downtown the store’s alive
As the evening’s underway
Things been a little tight
But I know they’re gonna turn my way

And the girls in their summer clothes
In the cool of the evening light
The girls in their summer clothes
Pass me by

Frankie’s Diner’s
Over on the edge of town
Neon sign spinnin’ round
Like a cross over the lost and found

Fluorescent lights
Flicker above Bob’s Grill
Shaniqua brings a coffee and asks “fill?”
And says “penny for your thoughts now my poor Bill”

She went away
She cut me like a knife
Had a beautiful thing
Maybe you just saved my life

In just a glance
Down here on Magic Street
Love’s a fool’s dance
I ain’t got much sense but I still got my feet

And the girls in their summer clothes
In the cool of the evening light
The girls in their summer clothes
Pass me by

And the girls in their summer clothes
In the cool of the evening light
The girls in their summer clothes
Pass me by

Listen to the subtle modulations in the final verse and chorus, adding the necessary tension between the triumph of a survivor and the sense of loss as reality bites. It’s an incredible, never compromising, always rewarding listening experience. In my own mind I believe in this song Springsteen captured my own soul. In vulnerable moments late at night and thinking about my Massachusetts home it makes me want to cry.

2. Meg Myers, “Numb”. What is it about this damned song that makes it continually run through my head like a never-ending movie soundtrack? Is it the beat, that bass line, and that cool opening piano riff that grabs me from the start? Sure, that’s a part of it, but it’s the entire performance that I find entrancing. And what a story Myers has to tell:

When all is said and done
Tell me how to write this
Tell me how to fight this war
I’ll keep marching on
Like a broken robot
Money back guarantee

I’m in your custody
But I am not a criminal
I can be your next big thing
Look at what I’ve become
Silly little monster, should have just held my tongue

I hate the feeling like this
Weight up on my shoulders
Pushing the pressure down on me
You think you want the best for me
But nothing really matters
If you force it, it won’t come

I guess I’m feeling numb
I guess I’m feeling numb

Sometimes I wish I could fly
Through a secret trapped door
Into another life (life)
Bury my head in the sand
I don’t want to grow up
La la la la la la

I hate the feeling like this
Weight up on my shoulders
Pushing the pressure down on me
You think you want the best for me
But nothing really matters
If you force it, it won’t come

I guess I’m feeling numb
I guess I’m feeling numb

I’ll play the game
I’ll do everything you tell me
All the losers win in the end

I’ll play the game
I’ll do everything you tell me
All the losers win in the end

I hate the feeling like this
Weight up on my shoulders
Pushing the pressure down on me
You think you want the best for me
But nothing really matters
If you force it, it won’t come

I guess I’m feeling numb
I guess I’m feeling numb

Myers’ lyrics are the antithesis of Springsteen’s “Girls”. Here there is no sentimental melancholy, innocence or hope, just resignation. Run out your talent and passion out there day after day like a hamster on a never-ending wheel until you’re used and shriveled up, left for dead. “All the losers win in the end.” Because they do – at least in my company. And that’s a part of how I feel these days, which is why I’ve been so drawn to this song since the first time I heard it. You want cynicism and fatalism, that nothing you do in your life makes a dent in the big picture? That’s what Myers is saying here. And everything she sings about is spot on as far as my own professional life in corporate America is concerned. And it’s not just my professional life, it’s every aspect of it – everyone around me seems to demand a piece of me until there is nothing left for just me. It’s kind of a life song for me right now.

1. Kate Bush, “Wuthering Heights”. OK, I’ll admit it: from the very first moment I heard this song I felt like it somehow possessed me in a way like nothing I’d ever heard before. Since that time I find this damned song ever running through my thoughts and dreams; it’s almost the first thought in my head when I wake up to do bodily functions in the middle of the night, and if I’m not thinking or doing anything there it is, dead straight in my subconscious where I’ll start singing or humming it on cue. It’s bizarre, like something right out of The Dead Files.

Ironically enough, I’d been a fan of Kate Bush since “Running Up That Hill” (also covered nicely by none other than Meg Myers, BTW), which is why, I think, in some way Myers and Bush are conspiring to do a kind of tag team thing in my head. But back to “Wuthering”, because I’d never heard it before, the song utterly enchanting, the lyrics so damned Gothic. Tracey tells me the fraction of the movie Bush saw that supposedly inspired her (like, the last fifteen minutes) was all there really was worth singing about. But still it’s in my damned head!:

Out on the wiley, windy moors
We’d roll and fall in green
You had a temper like my jealousy
Too hot, too greedy
How could you leave me
When I needed to possess you?
I hated you. I loved you, too

Bad dreams in the night
They told me I was going to lose the fight
Leave behind my wuthering, wuthering
Wuthering Heights

Heathcliff, it’s me, I’m Cathy
I’ve come home. I’m so cold
Let me in-a-your window

Heathcliff, it’s me, I’m Cathy
I’ve come home. I’m so cold
Let me in-a-your window

Ooh, it gets dark! It gets lonely
On the other side from you
I pine a lot. I find the lot
Falls through without you
I’m coming back, love
Cruel Heathcliff, my one dream
My only master

Too long I roam in the night
I’m coming back to his side, to put it right
I’m coming home to wuthering, wuthering
Wuthering Heights

Heathcliff, it’s me, I’m Cathy
I’ve come home. I’m so cold
Let me in-a-your window

Heathcliff, it’s me, I’m Cathy
I’ve come home. I’m so cold
Let me in-a-your window

Ooh! Let me have it
Let me grab your soul away
Ooh! Let me have it
Let me grab your soul away
You know, it’s me – Cathy

Heathcliff, it’s me, I’m Cathy
I’ve come home. I’m so cold
Let me in-a-your window

Heathcliff, it’s me, I’m Cathy
I’ve come home. I’m so cold
Let me in-a-your window

Heathcliff, it’s me, I’m Cathy
I’ve come home. I’m so cold

What is it about “Wuthering Heights” that has infected me so? I don’t know. Certainly, it’s an unusual song, but I find Bush’s performances of it, most especially here and here beyond mesmerizing. I love the arrangement of piano, drums, bass, and strings with the Floyd-esque outro guitar solo. I’ve always found Bush intoxicating on several levels, it’s just that this song does crazy things to my head. Even now, just writing about it and linking to it makes me want to listen to this incredibly cool extended version featuring echo, drums and Kate’s totally otherworldly vocal calisthenics nonstop for the rest of the night. Her wail at 3:57 and the scatting afterwards is worth the price of admission in and of itself: it’s full of raw passion, evocative, wild emotion, and (actually) a little frightening. To think someone with that kind of vocal power to move the soul is unsettling. Just hearing it again I might never be able to sleep.

Three songs, entirely different in their various genres, but equally haunting to my psyche in very different ways. I guess each of them touches a part of my soul that is different from the others. You see, to me music is life: if all I had, laying in a hospital bed and withering away to nothing, were these three songs rolling through my head, I would thank God for the gift of music, a gift I will never, ever, be able to thank my parents enough for giving me. They gave me the ears to hear in a way that connects with my soul.

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March 9, 2020

I can’t think of anyone who has nailed the utter stupidity and corruption of Democrats better than Robert Barnes with this one tweet:

Dems could’ve picked a strong Governor from GOP states, a war veteran, Hawaii surfer w/ anti-establishment bonafides, or a hero to millennials w/ a record of rally support & inciting excitement, but, in all their genius, they chose a dementia patient w/ a record of corruption.


Now, about that “Hawaiian surfer w/anti-establishment bonafides” that Barnes speaks about. Now that it’s pretty obvious what the Democrats’ intentions are in terms of selecting their presidential nominee is, I’ll say it: the only person in the entire Democratic field from the very beginning I was concerned about was Hawaii Rep. Tulsi Gabbard. And it was not just me, a number of folks I know who are “in the know” feared Gabbard more than anyone else. Why? Not only is she young, female, very attractive, and intelligent, she’s not afraid to catch her own wave, so to speak.

As it turns out, too unafraid, perhaps, for her own good.

How do I know that? Because it is obvious that a certain someone rather (cough) influential in Democratic Party circles also feared Gabbard and her ambitions. And you know damned well who I’m talking about here: the Queen Bitch herself, Hillary Clinton, who, after Gabbard accused her of exerting her influence on the Dems’ nominating process, was accused of being a Russian agent.

Only a complete and utter vile, evil, vindictive bitch like Hillary Clinton could get away something like that. What’s even worse is that no one – and I mean no one amongst the so-called “feminists” in the field at the time (Kamala Harris, Elizabeth Warren, Amy Klochubar) stood up to the Clinton establishment in support of their colleague. Which tells you more than something about their own respective characters.

Which is why the Democrats should get everything they deserve come this November.

Now were Gabbard to get the Democratic nomination I don’t know what kind of a campaign she might have run. It could be that she would make no small amount of mistakes given her lack of so-called “experience” in presidential politics. But I do know this: she’d be plenty smart enough to warrant more interest and attention by the Trump campaign than a senile, corrupt old coot of the Washington establishment and a self-avowed Communist will get.

I think about Gabbard’s freshness and attractiveness as a candidate and wonder if someone like her could even be acceptable in Democratic Party circles these days. I think about what Barnes wrote in his tweet and look at what the Democrats have allowed themselves to choose for a candidate: two losers who have spent (and will spend) their entire campaigns pandering to every Democratic Party special interests, dooming them to a Safaris-style “wipeout” come November.

And to all you Democrats out there I say this: I don’t want to hear ONE MORE FRIGGIN’ WORD about how you’re an inclusive Party of the the disenfranchised, the poor, and those who have no voice in Washington. To put it bluntly, you had your fu**in’ chance, and you’ve given your Party faithful Joe Biden and Bernie Sanders.

I’ll say it again. Joe Biden and Bernie Sanders.

You get what you deserve.

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March 8, 2020

If you watch the coverage on the cable networks (I actually watched a combination of FOX News and FOX Business for a few hours on Friday), you’d be perfectly well excused for thinking you, me, and everyone around is going to die from the Coronavirus. Since it was pretty bad on FOX News, I can’t imagine what they might be saying over at the TRump-hating CNN and MSNBC. Personally, I’m more of a mind along with Leslie Eastman at Legal Insurrection, who writes that maybe it’s time to dial back the Coronavirus drama:

Let’s begin by starting with some perspective. The current flu season has hit 32 million Americans, resulting in 18,000 deaths, and the vaccine that was selected for the flu season was limited in its effectiveness. Yet, we are not doing a daily flu death countdown.

Understandably, COVID-19 is a new pathogen. However, American bioscientists and medical professionals have focused on it with impressive intensity. It is from a family of viruses that have been well-researched. Currently, the CDC has established the following risk levels:

•For most of the American public, who are unlikely to be exposed to this virus at this time, the immediate health risk from COVID-19 is considered low.
•People in communities where ongoing community spread with the virus that causes COVID-19 has been reported are at elevated, though still relatively low risk of exposure.
•Healthcare workers caring for patients with COVID-19 are at elevated risk of exposure.
•Close contacts of persons with COVID-19 also are at elevated risk of exposure.
•Travelers returning from affected international locations where community spread is occurring also are at elevated risk of exposure.

…The press is currently ginning up fear about the lack test kits. However, Pence noted that all the state labs that had requested test kits have received them. And because of the changes in the regulations implemented by the Trump administration last week, the state labs can actually run the tests.

Between March 2 and 5, over 900,000 tests had been distributed across the country. By the end of next week, 4 million tests could be shipped. Pence made it clear that a public-private partnership (working with Lab Corp and Quest) was being implemented toward getting even more test materials to the state labs more quickly.

…In other words: Millions of tests for a disease that was essentially unknown a month ago will soon be in the hands of America’s public health professionals. I cannot imagine another administration responding so robustly to stem a potential epidemic.

Finally, Dr. James Phillips, operational medicine fellowship director at George Washington University, recently said that most people who contract the coronavirus will “do just fine, saying:

“Most of us are going to get this virus. It’s undeniable,” said Phillips. “You won’t find a single expert out there who is saying that this is going to be contained. “And, the more we learn about it, the more we see that the spread is going to be global and, for the most part, that’s OK because the data we know from China shows that roughly 98 to 99 percent of us are going to do very, very well.”

In conclusion: Stay calm and keep your hands away from your face.

I understand the importance of taking reasonable precautions as far as the Coronavirus goes, but until we start seeing rapidly escalating deaths from it I’m not going to change the way I go about my life, and neither should you. Personally, I might think about holding off any air travel, for example, for the next month or so (not that I had anything planned) and have advised my team members at work the same regarding corporate travel, but that’s just me. Tracey and I will be driving to Vegas for a few days in a couple of weeks, and even knowing the large numbers of Asian folks who like to frequent Wynn Las Vegas (where we are staying) I’m not planning on changing any plans. We were bandying about the idea of an Alaskan cruise later this year, but that obviously doesn’t seem like the greatest idea (at least at this point in time) so we’ll probably do something else that’s within driving distance.

After talking with my dad (he resides at a senior retirement community), it sounds like there are additional precautions being taken with how the meals there are being served and when and how food is being made available – completely understandable given the demographics there. But in the short term I think we’re all just going to have to see how things all play out. It would, of course, be a great help if the mainstream media would put on hold their Trump hatred – if only temporarily – and not try to create panic and politicize everything in their effort to hurt the president, but that would expecting them to act responsibly and as journalists. Unfortunately, that horse left the barn a long time ago.

So if I can offer just a wee bit of advice from my own humble porch here at Goodboys Nation weblog, let’s everyone stay calm, take reasonable precautions, don’t clog up the local hospital ER if all of a sudden you cough or sneeze, and take everything – and I mean everything you read and hear from the mainstream media with a grain of salt. And don’t worry about the stock market – the latest jobs report shows the economy’s fundamentals remain strong; your investments will be fine in the long run.

Bottom line, I think we’ll know a heckuva lot more in the next few weeks just how this is all going to go. But the world as we know it is not going to end.

My Goodboys pal Killer sent this to me. As a “Jaws” enthusiast I laughed out loud. Hope you will enjoy.

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March 7, 2020

Oh man, how long has it been? Lots of stuff going on. Been working far too much than a dude of my age should be, but there’s been a whole lot of upheaval at work where I’ll shortly have my third boss in less than five months, so what are you gonna do?

Me? I think this whole Coronavirus is a lot of bullshit. Now, were I, say, 87 years old and in a nursing home maybe I’d be concerned, but I’m 64 years old, for gawdsakes! I don’t buy the hysteria, and I think those who are paranoid about the virus are a bunch of fraidycats. Live your life. Pursue your dreams. Love the people you love. And don’t let the mainstream, Trump-hating media convince you to do otherwise. I’m dead serious about this. I mean, the number of people who die from the flu each year will far surpass those who die from this virus. In three months everyone is going to wonder what the hubbub was all about.

So let me get this straight: the party of women, minorities, and the disenfranchised have, after all this time, chosen as finalists two old white, rich geezers to be the leaders in their party’s race for the nomination for President in 2020. I mean, how pathetic is that? You can’t come up with anything better than a self-avowed Communist and a doddering old fool who can’t tell the difference between his wife and his sister at a victory party?

…don’t think if Biden is the nominee Trump will go after him mercilessly. Because he will, and it won’t be pretty – there’s way too much at stake.

Prediction time: doddering as he is, “Slo’ Joe Biden will be the party’s nominee going into the Democratic convention. But the Hillary Clinton forces will be hard at work, planting stories about his mental acuity and questioning hios abilities to handle the daily rigors of being President. Hillary finds a way to gallop to the rescue, an, with VP mate Stacy Abrams, runs against Donald Trump for the presidency.

…and will get crushed in a landslide, as would “Slo’ Joe” if he were to end up being the nominee after all.

…and if you have any doubts, watch the President’s performance during Thursday night’s town hall in Scranton, PA. If you’re a Democrat watching this, all thing being equal, of course (a gazillion things can happen between now and November) you have to know whomever goes up against Trump has zero chance of winning.

I mean, look at the job numbers from today. Do you Democrats really think the country is going to vote for a Democrat and risk losing all the gains of the past three-plus years?

Count me as someone with zero interest in the Red Sox this year.

Was just thinking the other day just how cool this song is. Truth is, I was only half-serious when yanking my fellow Goodboys’ collective chains last year when I said Steely Dan sucked as a band. Of course, they clearly don’t, but music is subjective, and I’ve never liked Steely Dan’s form of pretentious faux rock/jazz and its elitist, high-brow following. Give me a tune that reaches out and grabs me by the throat to get my attention any day, which is what a band like ABBA excelled at.

…and, if you want to look at the sheer numbers, ABBA was a helluva lot more successful a band in terms of sales, success, and airplay than Steely Dan could ever hope to have been. So, if you’re asking The Great White Shank to choose between Steely Dan and ABBA, I’ll take the Swedes any day. For example:

…you can play me any number of tracks from SD’s legendary “Aja” album (a damned good album, I’ll admit), but these ears will take to songs like this, this, or this any day.

Why? Because as a songwriter and someone who has written songs and played in more than his share of bands back in the day I was God-given a set of ears that looked out for “hooks” and “tags” that made pop and rock songs successful for what they did. There are probably no greater hooks in rock music than the Keith Richards-penned “Satisfaction”. As for tags, let me give you an idea of what I’m talking about. I’m looking for songs with a unique finish – the Beach Boys’ “California Girls” (after the “doo be doo”) are probably the finest ever recorded and “God Only Knows” gives you an idea as to two examples of great tags.

…it’s jot to say Steely Dan’s music isn’t any good, it’s just that they’re not anywhere close to a great band. Their music is for up tight tight-assed metrosexual hipster elitists, that’s all.

If you don’t think there are still heroes around these days, read this story, it’s amazing.

…speaking of The Beach Boys, we’re just about at another full moon, which always makes me think about this Dennis Wilson classic.

Good old fashioned classic rock never got more honest than this. Or this.

. Not Steely Dan, for sure.

Or this? I was at a restaurant at Boston Logan Airport and couldn’t believe they played this in its entirety. It was funny to watch the xpressions on the folks especially when the screaming started halfway through. It reminded me of that time my mom said that part of the song reminded her of giving birth.

If you wanted any further evidence that the mainstream media y’all are getting your information from are a bunch of morons I can’t find any better example than this. And these are the assholes lecturing us for the past three years about “Russia collusion”? As the saying goes, let the buyer beware.

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February 22, 2020

When there is nothing left to say

Cats are cool. I’ve yet to figure them out.

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February 19, 2020

Believe it or not, through the magic of technology I was able to watch both the massive Trump rally here in Phoenix and the Democrats debate in Las Vegas simultaneously. After watching both I’m starting to feel pretty damned good about my prediction of a Hillary Clinton / Stacy Abrams ticket coming out of a brokered Democrat convention.

Let’s start with the Democrats. Even if you consider yourself a liberal, this is a shit-show – nothing more, nothing less. Watching it as the student of history, I am I can’t believe this is where the Democratic Party finds itself. Think about it: where is the party of JFK and Hubert Humphrey? Or Robert Kennedy? Or, shit, even George McGovern would look like FDR compared to these bozos. At least McGovern was a man of principle. These clowns are nothing more than a bunch of kindergarten scrubs, pandering to every lesser angel of our nature, resentful, negative, cynical. It was hard to watch, but from this vantage point the only one who came out with any shred of momentum had to be Pete Buttigieg, whom I believe will be the only one to get a shred of momentum out of this clusterf**k.

I’m picking Elizabeth Warren as runner-up solely for the way she sliced, diced, and filleted Mike Bloomberg, who, in my opinion, had no business being up there. If that’s what umptold millions of dollars will get you in political advice, that doesn’t say much for either the power of his money or his judgment. “Slo’ Joe Biden remained a lost soul up there, completely oblivious to the opportunity that presented itself when those protesters started chanting before he could get his closing statement rolling. He could (and should) have shown some leadership and moxie by telling them to shut up (it would have been the moment of the debate), but instead he just stood there looking like a doofus with a stupid look on his face. Tonight was the end of his campaign. And don’t get me started on Amy Klobuchar – what a shrill, nasty woman.

I’m sorry, but if you’re a dyed-in-the-wool JFK or Bill Clinton Democrat you had to be shaking your head at what Barack Obama has allowed this Party to become – a bunch of shrill, pathetic losers who couldn’t even get elected dog-catcher in Soda-pop Valley. It was that embarrassing.

Contrast that with Donald Trump’s massive gathering in Phoenix. As far as rallies go, it was fairly stock, thousands upon thousands of folks both inside and outside the arena having a good time. Lots of laughs, the usual combination of prepared comments mixed with Trump’s stand-up comedy. But the takeaway – and no image could provide a greater contrast between the two political events, was the scene of two men carrying a 100-year old World War II veteran into the arena and then see the President acknowledge him with his son Don Jr. Laugh all you want, Democrats and liberals, but I dare you to find anything even remotely as moving from anything your party has produced – or will produce – during this election season.

The more I see the Democrats on stage, the more I think you’re going to see a brokered convention and a Hillary / Abrams ticket come out of it. Of course, it will be a disaster for the Democrats come November, but it’s a disaster in the making already. I honestly don’t know where or how the Democrats go from here. At this point, I’m just looking for a single adult in the room. And not finding one.

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February 18, 2020

…continuing from Monday’s post…

Don Surber has an excellent article about what the damage Barack Obama did to the Democratic Party, resulting in the state the Democrats currently find themselves in. Like Michael Bloomberg, Barack Obama was about nothing except for himself. He allowed the Democrats to get decimated at the state and local levels by focusing solely on his own agenda and funneling significant dough-re-mi not to the Democratic Party, but to social justice and community organizations where it ended up being nothing more than grift.

Not even four years after he left office he’s left a Democratic Party polarized between young, energetic socialists completely out of tune with the majority of the country and a bunch of old fogey elitists trying to out-left each other:

Democrats running for president today are running against themselves. Recent stories include Amy Klobuchar disowning her 2006 call for “order at the border.” Mini Mike has apologized for his stop-and-frisk program which saved hundreds of black lives. And Breadline Bernie did a 180 on his call to ban the hiring of illegal aliens.

I won’t go into the way Quid Pro Joe has ditched everything he stood for because that is the nature of a grifter. He is a pay-to-play hack who fit in like a bug in a rug in the Obama administration. Biden is running again to fleece donors again who should know better by now.

But the rest have had to jettison their beliefs because Obama fundamentally transformed Democrats into a loser communist party that hates America and will punish it by stripping citizens of their inalienable rights to life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness.

The first step upon election is to make citizenship meaningless, which is the purpose of open borders. Businesses buy in because they think cheap labor is worth it. For some reason, corporations are led by people who foolishly believe their money will protect them from the consequences of the end of citizenship.

..and you wonder why any blue-collar bar in Milwaukee, South Bend, Gary, Evanston, or Cleveland is going to be filled with former Democrat Trump voters? And if you think they’re going back any time soon you’re dreaming. Tell me to go screw all you want, I’ve seen the numbers to prove it.

Not The Beatles, but after watching the “mockumentary” “All You Need Is Cash” for, like, the tenth time I can’t get this Rutles tune out of my mind. The bridge itself, a Neil Innes creation, is pure Lennon-McCartney. If The Beatles had done it in 1965 it undoubtedly would have been #1.

…heard this song over – of all things – the loudspeakers at my local Fry’s while in the coffee/tea/spices aisle. Talk about your deep track – The Ramones do Phil Spector! poor Joey Ramone must be having a damned good laugh about it over on the other side.

OK, maybe I’ve been a little overboard about Meg Myers recently, but her stuff is just so damned good. I can’t get her song “Numb” out of my head – it’s just so well made and I luv luv luv the bass line. Just watch this video and you might become a Meg Myers fan as well. I love the form she displays playing her Fender Precision bass and the Fender equipment her guitarist uses. That’s jake right there. And the looks ain’t bad, either.

I’ve been saying this forever, hopefully this tweet will gin up the conversation started in a meaningful way. Lila Rose rocks, thank you, Lila!!

Right now things look kinda ugly, but if the Sox are playing good ball and hanging in there come Memorial Day, watch the media start calling them “grinders” and “loveable dirt dogs” and all will be forgotten. Because that’s how being in Boston and a fan of the Boston Red Sox works. Of course, if they’re not playing well…

Called into a liberal radio show last weekend and steered them straight about the bullshit they were saying about Trump’s economy being the result of Barack Obama’s economic measures. Give me a break You want to know about what Obama, The Bushes and the Clinton’s did? One Bruce Springsteen song – Mr. Liberal himself – will tell you that. If you want to know the truth it’s all right here in plain view.

…which brings me full circle back to the beginning of this post and why Trump wins in a landslide this November. Because of all the Democrats who have come over to his side and, like I will, crawl over broken glass to vote for him.

Make America Great Again.

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February 17, 2020

Been a while since I posted but you can blame that on the fore-mentioned “Client Who Shall Remain Nameless”, who, against what I would call their better judgement, chose to go from being self-hosted (i.e., running their own software) to using my company to host all of their software for them. Not for me to say, but they must have got one sweet deal to make that kind of decision!

…anyways, we’re still waiting for (in election terms) the “late results to come in”, but the early returns say my team did one heckuva job to make the transition as seamless as possible. I’m not willing to call victory yet (talk to me in a couple of days) but all those fourteen-hour days the last three weeks appears to have paid off in the end.

…but I’ll tell you this: I’m getting too old for this sh*t.

In other news:

You can’t go anywhere without seeing Mike Bloomberg commercials on TV, but it doesn’t take a genius to see that, when comparing his commercials to Donald Trump’s, a vast difference in perspective. Trump’s commercials are about how his presidency has improved the lives of Americans; Bloomberg’s are all about him. You look at Bloomberg’s comments about farmers and medical care for the elderly, and you can tell he’s just a rich elitist who has no clue about this country’s core values and how the majority of its people go about their daily lives.

…in that regard, while Bernie Sanders is also wealthy I get the sense that the kind of fairness Sanders is pushing with his Democratic-Socialist agenda at least takes into account a certain segment of America he sees as marginalized. Bloomberg is all about maintaining and protecting the elite state and its interests. Sanders and Trump – while perhaps diametrically opposed in the role of government – at least have in many ways the interests of the “common man”.

…I’ve always pushed for Bernie to be Trump’s opponent. It’s about time a political campaign run on capitalism and “America First” runs against one on Democratic-Socialism and the globalist / climate change / wealth redistribution agenda. It’s good from time to time to see a country have to make hard choices as presented by two radically different views of what this country is and the direction it should head. It might be painful, but overall it’s healthy and cleansing. Bloomberg’s campaign, on the other hand, is nothing but a cynical effort at employing his vast wealth to ensure the elitist “haves” will always have and f**k those who don’t, all under the guise of exploiting the Trump haters. Were I a Democrat I’d be pretty pissed about the whole state of things.

I think this is a bigger story than the attention it will get. You want to call Trump voters a cult? Fine, but having looked at numbers (courtesy of my friend in the national GOP establishment) it’s clear that Trump has picked up an inordinate amount of Democrats and Independents since 2016, and they’re not just Trump voters, they’re willing to crawl a mile over broken glass just to vote for him and give the middle finger to the elite media and “Deep State” bureaucrats who think their jobs have entitled them to run their own fiefdoms.

…regardless of what you think of Trump personally, the fact is that folks are coming around to what he is (for better or for worst), understanding that Trump’s for the country and all the “common sense” kinds of values it has stood for in the face of a media and progressives with their hate America first, socialist / open borders / anti-rule of law / LGBTQ, etc. agenda. Folks who see the homeless camped out on streets, the attacks on law enforcement and criminal sentencing, and those who want to keep our military involved in useless overseas engagements increasingly see Donald Trump as someone who, while not living like those of us, nevertheless relates to us and our love of country in a personal way.

This is the kind of thing that happens when you allow pedophiles under the fear of mainstream media, social media, and LGBTQ activist reprisals to enter your tent. These people are a cancer and will ultimately destroy everything you have tried to build up over time in good faith. It’s the Boy Scouts and modern-day Protestantism today, it will be the Roman Catholic Church tomorrow. Don’t get me wrong (and I say this for, like, the hundredth time), I’m not talking about gays, lesbians, and bis who just go about their daily lives living their lives and looking for love in all the right (and wrong) places like the rest of us do; I’m talking about LGBTQ activists and pedophiles who use the courts, mainstream media, social media and their progressive agenda to push their sick and perverted hatred of themselves (because that’s what it is) onto others in order to justify in their own way their dead souls and empty lives.

More tomorrow…

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February 10, 2020

It will be two weeks since we had to have our rabbit Marlie put down. Like with most rabbits, Marlie’s final decline had been swift – we knew when she had stopped eating her Timothy hay five days earlier it was not a good sign. And while she had been struggling with one of her back legs for the past couple of years (onset of arthritis) and had been on low-dose pain medicine for the past few months, I’m guessing the increasing pain just made her lose the rest of her back legs mobility and her appetite. We knew it was time.

We got Marlie when she was between 1 1/2 and three years old back in 2012. Supposedly, she had had a mate and the mate passed away, so the people who had her didn’t want her anymore. She was a kind of funny-looking rabbit – whereas most rabbits have got all kinds of fine whiskers around their eyes and nose, Marlie had only a few gnarly-looking things. The one thing Marlie had in abundance was fur – it was thick (perfect for a nice winter hat!) and when I would groom her outside (never indoors!), running my hands through her luxurious coat, our front lawn would be covered in volcanic ash-gray clumps of fur. And you never got all of it – there was always more.

The one thing Marlie loved most of all was to eat. She ate constantly (which is why the picture above captures her very essence), and it always amazed us to see just how much hay she could put away in a day. Her favorite treat, of course, was her slice of banana in the morning, but she wasn’t picky – she would eat anything you put down in front of her. She was so food aggressive we were amazed she would have even tolerated a mate – we always laughed that Marlie probably eaten her mate. Because of her food aggression there was no way in hell Marlie was ever going to be bonded with another rabbit. And she didn’t seem to mind at all.

I had forgotten just how many rabbits from our past she crossed bunny paths with. Hard to believe now, but we originally tried to bond her with Butterscotch after Butterscoth’s mate, Geronimo, died very suddenly. Marlie hated Butterscotch with a passion. At one time Marlie was one of four rabbits in our house, finding her own place while Butterscotch had the area that would soon become hers after we gave Butterscotch to sister-in-law Tam. Marlie then learned to live with Cosmo and Peanut in our office, where fences definitely made for good neighbors!

Marlie always made you smile – her way of attacking food was truly comical. Now her area has been swept clean and awaits whatever next occupants we choose to adorn that area. Like all the other rabbits we have had in the past: Marble, then Pepper, then their breed of offspring (Marble Jr, Marble Jr. Jr., Half n’ Half, Marshmallow, Li’l Pepper, Bandit, and one other whose name escapes me), Half Pint, The Big Nipper, Ginger, Geronimo, Peanut, and Cosmo, Marlie was one of a kind who will be missed. Here’s hoping that across that Rainbow Bridge Marlie finds herself an eternal field of Timothy hay to munch her way through happily. On this side of the bridge, she is missed and the house won’t truly be the same.

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February 9, 2020

Beautiful pic on a Sunday night. February in Arizona, taken with the latest software update on my iPhone 6SE. Looks nice, eh?

The clouds are moving in ahead of a storm we’re supposed to get tomorrow and Tuesday. They’re calling for 1/4 to 1/2 inch of rain, with perhaps a thunderstorm or two. We’ll see. No one around here is going to complain about rain any time of the year!

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