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Wednesday, June 13, 2018

Strange Encounters

It looks like that meeting between Trump and Kim was long on theatrics and short on substance.  Kim promised to denuclearize someday and trump promised to lift the sanctions someday.  Then they smiled for the cameras, shook hands, and went home.  At some point, Trump took Kim for a ride in his fortified limousine.  I wonder how much it cost to fly that thing over there.

Meanwhile, back at the G7, Trump left our allies smoldering when he un-signed the joint statement from his airplane on the way to Singapore.  Well, I suppose if he can pardon himself before he's even been formally charged with anything, he can un-sign an agreement after he has left the meeting.  Trump claims that he is only retaliating for "unfair trade practices" that have ben going on  for decades.  I assume that means they were tariffing our stuff long before we started tariffing their stuff, which would make sense if it were true but, of course, we can't take Trump's word for that.  Wiki must have something on it, but I don't know what to search under.

Speaking of strange encounters, we were driving on a two lane county road yesterday when this big white pickup truck started to pass us.  I was driving the speed limit at the time, so he must have been going faster than that.  I took my foot off the gas as soon as he pulled into the oncoming lane, and was watching his progress to see if I needed to use my brakes to slow down more than that.  About the time his rear bumper was alongside my front bumper, we heard this loud thump and saw a badly mangled deer carcass fly off to the right ahead of us.  All we got out of it was some blood splattered on our windshield, but it could have been worse, the whole deer could have come right through the windshield, but it didn't.  I must have used my brakes then, but it wasn't a panic stop, the damage had already been done.  The white truck pulled off the road ahead of us and made a controlled stop.  I considered stopping myself as I came alongside, but the driver didn't appear to be injured. He was just sitting there waiting for me to get past, which I did.  The more I thought about it, there was no point in me stopping.  The deer was beyond help, and I didn't think the driver of the white truck deserved any help.  If he had gone into the ditch or crashed into a tree, I would have stopped, but he didn't and I didn't.  It occurred to me later that I might have hit that deer myself if this guy hadn't hit it first, but maybe not.  I might have seen the deer in time to avoid it if the white truck hadn't been passing me, but maybe not.  All things considered, it could have been worse.

Tuesday, June 12, 2018

Dealer's choice

Movie recommendation for Old Dog, Bottle Rocket.

It's been so long since I've seen that movie that I don't recall a single thing about it except that it introduced the Wilson boys, Luke and Owen.  I think they had a hand in writing and producing it too, but that's all I recall.  It wasn't bad, but not memorable either.  Maybe it has aged well, or I have, and it's time for another viewing.

Bottle Rocket was recommended to me by the guy at the local Mom & Pop video store.  That was one of the great things about those little places; if business was slow you had time to talk about films, acting, and directing.  The video guy developed a good sense of what you would like and based his recommendations on what he had seen and also the opinions of his other customers.  He was always asking, "Well, what did you think?"  This is very similar to the recommendations made by Netflix, Amazon, and others but it was word of mouth and not word of machine.  Unless I rate the movies my viewing history is meaningless.  I've bailed out on plenty of movies after twenty minutes, not that they were necessarily bad but because I wasn't engaged or interested.  They might have been good but I will never know, although I have given some films a second chance at a later date.

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Immigration is a sticky issue and it seems to me that the conversation is skewed against Mexicans in particular, probably because of the numbers and the long border.  But most of the folks are coming here to work and not suck at the public teat.  I don't think I've ever seen a Mexican panhandler but I've seen plenty of Mexican laborers, kitchen workers, busboys, and yard workers doing the low status (and low paying) jobs that US citizens tend to avoid.  Splitting up families and putting children in cages is not a good response to immigration problems but maybe we're just too cheap to come up with a better solution.

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It looks like the dog & pony show in Singapore went off without a hitch, relatively speaking, but I don't know what the long term results, if any, will be.  I think some deals may have been made under the table, such as "You start to play nicely and the US will pull out of South Korea and maybe Japan."  And let's not forget the alluring power of the almighty dollar.  North Korea could use a few golf courses.

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I've been reading about the great American artist Cassius Marcellus Coolidge.  Who's that, you ask?  You've seen his work, maybe admired it, but never knew who made it. His best known work is "A Friend in Need," otherwise known as "Dogs Playing Poker."  Say what you will, his work has stood the test of time.

Monday, June 11, 2018

The Asylum Issue

I've been reading up on that asylum issue lately and, as usual, it's more complicated than I thought.  Apparently there is a law on the books that says, if you apply for asylum at the border, they have to schedule a hearing for you.  What these guys have been doing is, after sneaking across the border, they turn themselves in and request asylum.  So many of them have been doing this that they have overloaded the system, so it might be a long time before their hearings come up.  Meanwhile, they are allowed to remain in the country, and many of them don't even show up for their hearing, they just drift away and are never heard from again.

In an effort to discourage this practice, the Trump administration has implemented a "zero tolerance" policy to replace the old "catch and release" policy. All illegals are being arrested and prosecuted for crossing the border illegally which, I was surprised to find out, is only a misdemeanor crime.  The reason families are being separated is because they can't put the children in jail with their parents. (I had that part right.)  The court appointed lawyers have been advising their clients to plead guilty to the misdemeanor, just to get that part over with.  Most of them are being sentenced to "time served" and then released, so this isn't working out much better than the old "catch and release" policy.  The illegals' main concern is getting reunited with their children, and I'm not sure how that's been working out.  Last I heard, some children were getting "lost" in the overloaded system.

The latest Attorney General ruling says that the asylum law is intended to protect people who are being persecuted by their own government, not to protect people from all sorts of other dangers like domestic and gang violence.  I tend to agree with that because I seem to remember they used to call it "political asylum" back in the days of the Cold War.  It seems to me that the illegals have been exploiting the asylum law and, like I said, overloading the system.  I don't know what the answer is, maybe they need to set up some family friendly detention centers along the border.  They wouldn't be like jail or prison, just places where they can keep an eye on them until their hearings come up.  I seem to remember they did something like that when all those Cuban refugees flooded in faster than they could be processed.  Before that there was Ellis Island, but that was designed for immigrants from Europe and not conveniently located to serve the current need.  

18th annual Chicago naked bike ride

Maybe ten years ago I was watching my Saturday night movie when I heard a lot of yelling down at the street level.  When I ambled out to the balcony I saw that it was a bunch of cyclists, rounding onto State Street from Kinzie, across the river to Wacker, Wacker east to Michigan and turning north on Michigan and disappearing behind the Wrigley Building.  Well, well, no big deal in the summer there are constant running races and cyclists and what not as we Chicagoans try to squeeze pleasure out of every second of our short summer.  But wait, it appeared that they were all wearing some kind of pink body suits, and remembering something I had read in the entertainment section of the paper and peering down from my balcony, I realized that this was Naked Bike Ride Chicago on its annual frolic.

I think it's pretty much a Chicago thing.  Googling around I saw mentions of it in a few other cities, but none of them appeared to have been holding them for 18 years as the Chicago naked cyclists have.

At the end of the parade there were several cop bikes with flashing blue lights and looking towards the east there were cops holding up traffic on State and Wacker so that the cyclists could cycle unimpeded.

This is nice.  This is how gummint should work.  I imagine when the nakeds first approached the cops to let them know what was going to happen so that there wouldn't be, I don't know, pandemonium, likely there were some cops who thought the hell you are, but somewhere there were wiser heads and they thought these guys are going to do it anyway, so let's just make sure nobody gets hurt out there,  I think there is a theme behind it, something about ecology and biking, but mainly it's just to pedal naked (actually some people are wearing their underwear or costumes, but that's fine too, it's a free country).  People who come across the event unaware are sometimes shocked but generally they applaud the cyclists.  This is the way gummint should be.


There is some cooperation between like members of the same species, and there is that thing where that goofy bird perches on the back of the hippo and eats the bugs off its teeth whereby the bird gets a meal and the hippo gets a dazzling smile, but I think basically it is red in tooth and claw.  The thing is when kitty brings in that cute dead birdy, well, we say, she doesn't know any better, when we bit into the apple in the garden she was likely snoozing in the sun.  What's bad about people is we know better, but we do a lot of evil anyway, and worse, a lot of the time when we are doing evil we think that we are doing good.

Remember checks and balances.  How wise,they told us in the fifth grade in those scratchy movies where people wrote with feathers, were the founding fathers to figure out a system where one side can run roughshod over the other (likely thinking of Adolf, fifteen years in the past but still casting that long dark shadow).  And now that is gone with one side holding all the levers and not playing nice, and almost all of them sycophants to a psycho leader with the brain of a dull child.

Meanwhile in Singapore, the brutal leaders of North Korea are the sensible, prepared, side.


Movie recommendation for Old Dog, Bottle Rocket.

Hoosier pals coming into town on Monday, so I won't be posting again until maybe Thursday,

Sunday, June 10, 2018

What's for breakfast?

Purlie Victorious, like many things from the early 60s, hasn't aged very well.  I saw it on YouTube and it appears to be a very direct adaptation of the stage play, with minimal cinematic flourishes.  Except for the mostly black cast it has nothing to do with Porgy and Bess.  The plot revolves around a self-proclaimed minister (Purlie) trying to raise the $500 necessary to buy a barn for conversion to a church.  This involves a scam regarding an inheritance; the stereotypical white plantation owner is holding the dough.  This may have played better in the early days of the civil rights movement but it seems weak to me now.

Upon reviewing the film I couldn't help but notice the verbal rhythms of Purlie once he got to speechifying and how much he reminded me of Jesse Jackson on a roll.  But Purlie came first, as written and performed by Ossie Davis, relying heavily on the oratorical styles of the black ministry.  Those guys had a way with words.  Ten thousand Queens of Sheba!

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The Law of the Jungle isn't much more than a weak rationale for colonialism and racism, I think.  Nature is much more cooperative than Kipling would have led us to believe even if he did write some great stories.  Animals aren't nearly as violent or predatory as human beings; critters kill for food and that's about it.  When animals do fight for non-food related issues (territorial disputes or dominance) they don't end up as fights to the death; the loser is allowed to slink away and lick his or her wounds.  Seems like a fair system to me.

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Uncle Ken mentions the need for rules to protect capitalism but we need rules to protect society in general, don't we?  The rules, which may be codified into laws, keep things running smoothly and are necessary for a stable society as part of our social contract.  One of the strengths of our democratic republic is that we, as citizens, are empowered to change laws and are not ruled by the divine fiat of a tyrant, at least not yet.  The Rule of Law has taken quite a beating lately and it's time for the Justice Department to step up, get the ball rolling, and start putting folks behind bars.  I don't think it's a good idea to change the rules in the middle of the game as the White House is prone to do and if we aren't all following the same rules we are screwed.

As an aside, the prevailing trend for deregulation, although lawful, may mean that clean air and clean water are not guaranteed for the future.  Short term gains can result in long term losses, and that is not a good thing but I don't think that we, as human beings in general, can agree on what we really want.  The pendulum is swinging but I'm not sure which way.

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Hmmm...it's Monday morning in Singapore. I wonder if the Rocket Boy is being treated to an Egg McMuffin.

Friday, June 8, 2018

The Liberal Agenda vs Galt's Gulch

Politics makes strange bedfellows does not mean that it's a good thing.  Actually it's kind of a stupid thing because it's just stating the obvious isn't it?  I mean doesn't everything make strange bedfellows?  Isn't it the same as the enemy of my enemy is my friend, which is kind of deceptive because it doesn't add the obvious clause that once my enemy is weakened or maybe I make a deal with him, than this third guy is no longer my friend.

Here's a quote from one of the heroes of Beagles's boyhood.  If it looks like a duck, walks like a duck, talks like a duck, than it is a duck.  I thought it was invented by Tail Gunner Joe, but the internet sez it is from a mechanical pooping duck, though I have to say I am skeptical about that, but the gist of the way Joe used it was if somebody acted like a commie they were a commie, and by that rubric I think Beagles is a Trumpist, though he may quibble with certain niceties that Trump lacks I suppose.

I was kind of rushing to get to that Queen of Sheba thing when I said that about  Republicans wanting to make people poor.  What they really want is all the money for rich people and a side-effect of that is that they have to take it from the middle class and that puts the middle class in poverty, so it's not really what they want, it is just an inevitable side effect.  Poor white people don't get as good an education as rich white people.

I thought Michigan had already had its primary, that's why I had trouble googling around because I kept running into information about the primaries and thought it was old news and discarding it.  Seems like a pretty fluid republican primary with candidates dropping in and dropping out.  The only info I provided about  Helicopter Gunner James was how deeply snuggled in bed with Trump he is, but I guess that is what Beagles took to, like a, ahem, duck to water.


I was not aware of Ten Thousand Queens of Sheba or the stage play Purlie Victorious, is that a spinoff from Porgy and Bess?  Internet research did not give me an answer quickly and the morning is fleeting.  Anyway I like those mythological characters that people take to and make their own, like King Midas etc.

Capitalism in its pure form, laissez faire, is the law of the jungle for economics.  The law of the jungle itself trumps capitalism because why not just kill this guy and take everything he has.  That's why you need certain rules to protect capitalism, like property laws and some kind of stable currency and stuff like that.

Once you have that, it is pretty much the law of the jungle, when Dagny Taggert is asked who will feed and clothe the poor once Galt's Gulch takes over she sniffs, "I suppose you can if you want to." I'm not sure if it's her but actually they are all the same person just wearing different clothes.Christianity, of the love thy neighbor form, has no place in capitalism.

That's where Umair loses me with talking about  morality in capitalism, it sounds like he is asking capitalists to play nice.  I mean come on.

What I think Umair is actually espousing is, tada, The Liberal Agenda, tolerance and a more equal distribution of wealth.  Until Umair becomes a fellow of the Beaglestonian I would rather hear what Old Dog has to say than what Umair has to say.  The guy apparently likes to write, perhaps he could be persuaded.

I'm looking at the time stamp on Old Dog's post to see if he was aware of the latest insults Two-Scoops hurled at France and Canada.  Hard to tell, but there will be new ones in the morning.  I wouldn't be surprised if he just doesn't show up, sends Sarah Sanders, or how about that mayor turned gnome Giuliani?  Like all bullies Trump is fine insulting people to their backs but face to face he backs off because I suppose he is afraid somebody will punch him in his pouty lips.

Happy weekend fellows.

Thursday, June 7, 2018

Politics Makes Strange Bedfellows

I don't remember what famous guy said that, but it seems appropriate here.  As I have said before, I am not currently a card carrying member of any political party.  I mostly vote Republican as the lesser of two evils.  Last time I voted for the Libertarian presidential candidate as the lesser of three evils.  If it was a presidential year, I would be inclined to vote for Trump this time.  I still don't like his personality, but I care more about issues than I do about personalities.  I don't like everything he has tried to accomplish, but I like most of it better than I like what any other president has done, with the possible exception of Reagan.

I have always heard that the Republicans are the rich man's party and the Democrats are for the poor people.  I don't necessarily agree with that, but that's what people say.  I don't remember ever hearing, until Uncle Ken said it, that the Republicans want to make more people become poor.  I have also never heard before that "Poor white people vote Republican because they don't get no education".  Funny, I seem to remember that Uncle Ken once said that White kids still get a better education than Black kids, despite all the efforts that have been made over the years to level the playing field.

Be that as it may, I'm glad that uncle Ken looked up John James for me because now I am more inclined to vote for him than ever.  Of course that depends on who runs against him.  We haven't had our primary yet, it's coming up in August.  Last I heard there were a number of Republican candidates for governor, but I haven't heard about anybody except James running for senator on the Republican ticket..

I am not particularly proud of being White, but I am certainly not ashamed of it either.  I am what I am, but that doesn't make me responsible for what other White people do, or other Republicans either.  

I did indeed participate in social activities in high school, but mostly in my freshman year.  I did it less and less as the years went on because I came to the conclusion that it was a waste of my time and energy.  Our ROTC uniforms were left over from the Korean era, so they were probably donated by the army as surplus.

It is my understanding that the Queen of Sheba came from, what is now, Ethiopia.  When they used to have a king, one of his titles was "The Lion of Juda".  Some years ago, they were having a civil war, and a plane load of Ethiopians showed up in Israel, claiming to be Jewish, and requesting asylum.  They did some DNA testing on them, and came to the conclusion that these guys indeed had a little Hebrew in them, possibly from King Solomon himself.