July 2016

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They’re so faux cool, aren’t they? The ones who pretend they always shone at the Algonquin Round Table.

This one too.

I’m calling shenanigans. There was a Georgie Auld who played real saxophone at one time. He’s the one I like best. He played in Harlem.

Ever been to Wall Street? It sucks. Trump is actually Harlem. A mess on stage. No one knows what he’ll say next. The definition of fun.

There was Isis. And then there was Iris. Who knew they would be the same?

There was Isis. And then there was Iris. Who knew they would be the same?

But they are the same. Two spectacularly athletic cats who just spazz out from time to time. Friendly, wild, subject to the crazies morning and night.

Same damn girl. Gorgeous, hilarious, awful, and affectionate.

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I had a final paragraph. Didn’t take. For supernatural reasons no doubt. So I’ll turn it over to my Scully wife, who never believes in anything paranormal. “What say you, Scully? Of Isis and Iris?”

“Okay Mulder. It’s Izzie come back, goddammit. There. I said it.”

God bless them all.

Trolls are neither good nor bad. They patrol the frontier. They're like gunfighters. They win and they lose.

Trolls are neither good nor bad. They patrol the frontier. They’re like gunfighters. They win and they lose.

Pretty easy, really.

1. Does the troll have a point? I mean, does he make you feel nervous, uncertain, on the defensive? Find your cojones. Make your point. Fight. You’re the home team, aren’t you?

2. Is the troll really just an idiot? Many are. Some aren’t. Ask yourself, what are your criteria? Then make a plan and execute it. Simple shit, eh?

3. Are you being stomped on by a higher intelligence who already knows you flunked shop and still can’t make change without using your fingers? Then lose gracefully and try to make friends.

4. Is the troll every dirty thing you’ve ever said behind everyone else’s back, from fifth grade on? You know. Karma catching up with you. Reflect. And act accordingly.

5. Ask yourself, just before you launch attacks that the other guy is ad-hominem, if you have ever been ad hominem yourself. You know. Condemning strangers with four letter words, ridiculing your imaginary indictments of their sexuality, and generally acting like a piece of used toilet paper pressed against the face of the Internet. Hey! Learn how to act like a gentleman. Or lady. As the case may be. A flurry of obscenities tells the whole world you lost.

I blogged for ten years with only one troll I had to ban. Because he just took up too much space, sucked the air out of other commenters’ room to opine freely.

Never met a troll I couldn’t put down like a rabid dog.

Ask yourself. What are your skills? How fast are you on the draw?

I don’t have much of a problem with trolls.

Wonder why.

Humanitarian extraordinaire Ruth Bader Ginsburg.

Humanitarian extraordinaire Ruth Bader Ginsburg. Thing is, at the end of the day, you usually get the face you deserve. Too bad for her.

LifeNews.com published an article this week that began this way:

“U.S. Supreme Court Justice Ruth Bader Ginsburg employed an old, often debunked pro-abortion argument in her decision today to overturn a Texas abortion law credited with saving tens of thousands of babies’ lives.

“Ginsburg was one of the five liberal justices to overturn the law in a devastating abortion ruling Monday. The ruling, Whole Woman’s Health v. Hellerstedt, overturned a Texas law requiring that abortion clinics meet common-sense health and safety standards and that abortionists have hospital admitting privileges in cases of patient emergencies.

“Pro-lifers believe the Supreme Court ruling will endanger women and allow back alley abortionists like Kermit Gosenell to practice on main street. Gosnell is a jailed Pennsylvania abortion practitioner who notoriously killed and injured women and newborn babies at his shoddy Philadelphia abortion center.

“In her opinion, however, Ginsburg claimed that abortion clinic regulations were not necessary, in part, because abortion is safer than childbirth, according to the Washington Post.

“Ginsburg wrote: “Many medical procedures, including childbirth, are far more dangerous to patients, yet are not subject to ambulatory surgical-center or hospital admitting-privileges requirements.”

“The newspaper gave credence to Ginsburg’s argument by citing a study in the journal Obstetrics & Gynecology, which estimated that the risk of a woman dying after childbirth was 10 times greater than after an abortion.

“This common pro-abortion talking point has been debunked numerous times. First and foremost, abortion never is safer for the unborn child. An abortion almost always destroys an unborn human being’s life.

“It is not accurate to say that abortion is safer for the woman, either. At the very least, researchers point out that the U.S. does not receive enough data from abortion facilities to make that conclusion. Several European studies have refuted the claim even further, concluding that more women die after abortions than childbirth.”

She cares. Of course she does. Just a coincidence that she is afflicted with that nasty predatory face, which looks like it doesn’t care about anyone any more than a Skeksis cares about the lowly race of humans.

What's the point of being 800 years old if you don't get to piss down the throats of the conquered? They don't deserve to breathe the same air I breathe. Why should I care about their entrails spread across fly infested ghetto clinics?

What’s the point of being 800 years old if you don’t get to piss down the throats of the conquered? They don’t deserve to breathe the same air I breathe. Why should I care about their entrails spread across fly infested ghetto clinics full of schwartzes?

How many of these beautiful unsung voices have you killed with your progressive compassion, thou Harpy/Skeksi Bader Ginsburg? Bitter old woman, careening toward damnation.

The Eiffel Tower is a symbol of France and it is all, completely, about sex. Time they remembered it. I knew it, saw it, when I was just ten. Everybody on every street, was panting for it 100 percent of the time. I fell in love on the Riviera after one night of a torch singer who did a pretty good impersonation of Piaf. The usual renderings are almost always phallic. I mean, you’ve seen this pic or one exactly like it hundreds of times.

The Paris, France, of your imaginings.

The Paris, France, of your imaginings.

They try to make it look like maleness incarnate. But it isn’t. As you learn when you actually go there. It’s a huge structure standing on spread legs.

Thar she blows. The Eiffel Tower at ground level. Come on in. Thar she blows. The Eiffel Tower at ground level. Come on in.

Entrez, entrez, monsieur. Regardez le ciel.

Zut alors!

Zut alors!

It’s the biggest vagina in the world.

Why France is France. The all-in-one architectural incarnation of male and female carnality in history. You know. The ultimate F-Word.

Plus ca change, plus c’est la meme chose.

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