Why “Let’s Go Brandon” Infuriates and Terrifies the Democrat Left

 

Background, ICYMI: An AP reporterette claims she heard a Southwest Airlines pilot say “Let’s Go Brandon” into his cockpit mic. (So far no audio or video has emerged to prove her statement.) She also claims to have done what any other suburban, privileged white woman would do and demanded to speak to the plane’s manager. (Banging on the cockpit door to try and get a statement from the pilot.)

Legit or not, this alleged incident has brought out the full fury and rage of the Democrat left, with one former Deep State Operative/current CNN employee comparing “Let’s Go Brandon” to supporting a terrorist group.  Former Clinton administration official Joe Lockhart says it indicates “a broader problem” which one presumes is the fact that a lot of unionized pilots aren’t Democrats. Another Democrat/CNN contributor declares “Let’s Go Brandon” is MAGA code for “Sieg Heil.” (In fairness, they say that about pretty much everything the right does.)

CNN’s Wolf Blitzer somewhere “near” COP26.

The world has gathered in Glasgow or, in CNN’s case, Edinburgh. (At 76 kilometers it’s as close as CNN comes to being right these days…)  This week is a COP26 special in which we discuss our Glorious Leader’s speech, the bizarreness of Greta and her loud army of protestors and a hypocrite-of-the-week contest.

Quote of the Day: Gender Appropriation

 

If we start calling it “gender appropriation,” do you think the Transgender thing will become unpopular on the left?

This was a comment left in the PIT by one of our members. It’s a fun question, given that the left is so against “cultural appropriation.” A white woman making tacos? “That’s cultural appropriation! You can’t do that!”¹ Why wouldn’t it also apply to gender? Or for that matter, why wouldn’t it apply to sex, which is the proper term for our biological dichotomy? Why shouldn’t a drag queen be told by a woman, “You’re appropriating my sex.”

After-action report from the epicenter of Candy History

 

At 4:40 PM on the last day of October the dog raised the alarm. I looked out the window: a long line of tots and toddlers in costume was heading down the sidewalk to the Triangle. Ah. The parade.

The Triangle has always been the meeting place for Halloween. A few days before the 31st, the city drops off barriers so the street can be blocked off. Fifteen years ago the parents got together to apportion duties – who brings the tables, who brings the grills and bonfire pits. There was a core group of men who were responsible for the chili, who tended the simmering pot for days afore.  Pete did lighting for movies and commercials, so he strung the illumination; I volunteered to do the ambient sound and scaaaary music. It was a great party:  the menfolk in desultory costumes, the womenfolk effortlessly adopting the raiments of witchery. A few dogs skulking the shadows, picking up scraps; all the kids in costumes, waiting to head into the dark with the dads for the shakedown. 

US Is Now Closer to a Dictatorship Than a Democratic Republic

 

Former President Ronald Reagan once famously said, “Freedom is never more than one generation away from extinction. We didn’t pass it to our children in the bloodstream. It must be fought for, protected, and handed on for them to do the same, or one day we will spend our sunset years telling our children and our children’s children what it was once like in the United States where men were free.”

Notwithstanding the Cold War, Reagan’s words may have been considered somewhat hyperbolic at the time. Today, they are appropriate.

Joe Biden has dementia, but probably didn’t wet himself in the Holy Pee… See. A significant number of absentee ballots never got counted in one of New Hampshire’s largest cities.

Also, Max ends by reading Psalm 2 this week.

Halloween Grotesquery

 

Halloween used to be more fun than scary. Ghosts were little more than a sheet with two holes. Little cowboys ran around with cap guns, bang bang, as they trick or treated.

Yard decorations, when you could find them, were almost always benign: a grinning pumpkin or two on the front steps, perhaps a friendly witch propped up in the front yard.  Boo!

That was then. This morning as Marie and I walked Bob the Dog, it struck me how much scarier Halloween is these days. It seems to me that adults are trying to outdo one another for the title of Most Grotesque Halloween Decorations.

The Solicitors’ Song and Dance

 

In 1987, when I was an eighth-grade transplant to America and knew nothing of fundraisers or soliciting, our small Christian school held an assembly that captured my attention. A white-haired man, whom I’ll call Don Reagan,* stood in front of the student body and held up a candy bar that he introduced as “World’s Finest Chocolate.” I realized that World’s Finest was actually the brand name, a boast that made me question the quality of the product.  He talked of selling the candy, “cases” of it, demonstrating the range of marvelous prizes we could earn.  Even one case would get us over the prize-winning threshold. The way Don Reagan talked about it, selling sounded easy. He gave several suggestions for how one could make the sale, even role-playing a scene on a public bus going home from school.  But I didn’t need any more convincing–I was in. I would go to the office after school to pick up my cases of chocolate and would soon be enjoying my prizes.

“Cases,” I soon found out, were long, weighty boxes emitting thick cocoa scents.  These could be split apart in the middle to make a kind of tote with handles. With the cardboard broken open along the dotted lines, I noted the stacks of bars–there were thirty-six of them, to be precise.  I was still convinced that I would make quick work of dispensing the product and collecting the cash. Then I would show up for the promised rewards. The individual bars, each silver-wrapped with white sleeve, red letters emblazoning the claim of global supremacy, were a dollar each. They smelled good and, although perhaps not quite living up to their name, had a flavor of rich, nutty chocolate.

My October Surprise

 

So. Last week I had to pop into Rami Levy’s to do some shopping. Rami Levy is, first of all, an important businessman in Israel, but “Rami Levy” refers to the chain of supermarkets he owns. They are popular for several reasons, notably lower prices on many goods, a quality house brand, and, although I know that tastes in coffee are rather personal, I find his coffee importer to know his (or her) stuff and Viva Italia! The stores also stock an enormous variety of products, keep the place very clean, and offer cell phone accounts, including “kosher phones” for those who want to avoid the internet.

 

Are You a Target?…or Maybe Just Collateral Damage?

 

There are multiple categories of Americans toward whose interests the Democrats…quite clearly… intend harm.  Are you a member of any of the following  (overlapping) groups of people?

Do you value free speech?…the ability for yourself (and other people) to be able to express your/their views without fear of censorship, mob violence,  job loss, cancellation of financial services, threats of government prosecution?

The House

 

On the plans, it’s called the “Twenty-four Hundred Series Four Bedroom Trilevel”, built on Lot 10, Block 7 of the Town and Country Subdivision. It was completed in the summer of 1958.

My parents bought it in September 1968, just as I was starting first grade. A nice big corner lot, and lots of room for a family with five kids. A creek ran between the boulevards on the east side of the yard. The neighborhood was filled with kids our age. The grade school was a long block away, with woods behind it to explore.

Why Are Native Americans Such a Disappointment to the Woke?

 

Why are Native Americans so insensitive and racism-enabling? Despite the efforts of righteous white people to protect them, they continuously refuse to become sufficiently offended. For example, polls done in 2004 and 2016 found that 90 percent of Native Americans were indifferent or even marginally approving of the NFL team name “Redskins.”

The Washington Post lamented that attitude after its 2016 poll: “Nine in 10 Native Americans say they are not offended by the Washington Redskins name, according to a new Washington Post poll that shows how few ordinary Indians have been persuaded by a national movement to change the football team’s moniker.”

Don’t you love that? “Ordinary Indians” failed to be persuaded by a “national movement.” In other words, they proved to be a big disappointment to their woke self-appointed defenders.

Virginia Down-Ticket

 

Winsome Sears (Serious!)

As the race for the Virginia governor’s mansion is sucking up all the oxygen, it is worth keeping an eye on the down-ticket races that will also be decided. The headline race may be a bellwether of things to come. And in fact, even a close loss may still turn a lot of heads. There is an excellent synopsis of the polling and status by Kelly D Johnston here.

But as a Virginia resident, the race for Lieutenant Governor and Attorney General have just as much interest. In both cases, the GOP has nominated exceptional candidates. Former Marine and (believe it or not) electrician, Winsome Sears is a breath of fresh air. Perhaps no more than in this awesome press release photo.

A Comedy of Errors—Mexican Style

 

When we go to our favorite Mexican restaurant, we always count on flawless service, pleasant wait staff, and delicious food. Last night we decided to settle for two out of three, and the mishaps were so unexpected that we began to enjoy watching the show.

This particular restaurant is a bit of a drive for us, so we don’t go often and look forward to the visit. As we entered, a pretty blonde greeted us, asked if we wanted a booth or table and after checking booth availability, she seated us at one.

So we gazed at the menu and munched on chips and salsa as we waited for the waiter.

Why Have Hope?

 

While there’s a lot wrong with the nation right now, I remain hopeful that we will undo much of the recent damage and set the country on a better path. I think there are sound reasons to consider that a possibility, beginning with the increasingly visible failures of modern progressivism.

I’m not such an optimist that I believe in utopian solutions to our current problems. I don’t think that has ever been an option, and I think it is unrealistic to imagine that we’ll move the country to some place of enlightened liberty that it has never actually occupied. But I do think that we can move back and forth on the continuum of freedom and prosperity; that we’re largely free and prosperous today; and that we can increase both our freedom and our prosperity in the near future. I don’t think it will be easy. I do think we can do it.

The Occidental Croquet and Touring Society

 

On March 19, 2020, I and three other members of the above somewhat imaginary but mostly actual society were scheduled to leave on our yearly 11-day sans-spouses trip to unusual destinations. We were to visit Zagreb, Croatia; Ljubljana, Slovenia; Graz, Austria; and Vienna. It was a go, right up to the moment it wasn’t.

The Society was the product of a simpler time (2014) when I had the notion that we might be able to improve our situation through the application of civility.  To quote from the original brochure, “The Occidental Croquet and Touring Society will be involved in what is best described as splendid adventure travel, more Ernest Hemingway than Ernest Shackleton. Tours of museums and battlefields in the company of academic experts, docent-led distillery and winery outings, travel by train, ship, and air, and drinks at the dankest pubs and finest hotel bars. The one thing there will not be is beaches (Omaha, Juno and Sword excepted).”

Time, Money, and Priorities

 

It has been said that a young person invests time to gain money. But that same person, older and wealthier, will spend money to buy time.

I feel like that quite a lot these days; when I was younger I would go to extreme lengths to save a dollar. But now I am increasingly willing to spend money if it means I can spend my time doing the things for which I can be most productive.

Rubber in Liberia

 

In the first decades of the 20th century, rubber changed from a material that was a sometime useful curiosity into a vital strategic asset. This was especially true in the heavily-industrialized United States, with a massive demand for rubber in both transportation and industry.  The problem was the United States controlled no sources of rubber. Every pound came from foreign countries or colonies controlled by foreign countries.

“Empire of Rubber: Firestone’s Scramble for Land and Power in Liberia,” by Greg Mitmann tells of one US attempt to circumvent that shortfall. It relates how Firestone, a US company, with the support of the US government established and ran rubber plantations in Liberia between the 1920s and the 1980s.

Liberia an independent nation on Africa’s Slave Coast was established in 1822 by the United States. One of three independent nations in Africa in 1920, it was not a colony. It was settled by free blacks from the United States, part of an effort to solve the US’s slave issue by returning blacks to Africa. Its historic ties with the United States made it an ideal choice for “American” rubber.

Film Review: Strange Circus

 

The Creepiest Show on Earth

“Everything looked like a guillotine,” narrates Mitsuko in the beginning of Strange Circus. She is recounting her childhood living under the torment of an emotionally sadistic father. Like any abused child she is in a constant state of anxiety, worried she may do something to draw her father’s ire. In that situation, even the walls must look dangerous, like armed guards blocking any chance of escape.

Mitsuko’s father, Ozawa, is also the principal of her school where his face is broadcast into the classrooms each morning on a TV screen like a low rent Big Brother. The school hallways are soaked in crimson. Crimson ceiling, crimson drapes, crimson walls, crimson carpet. The walls are textured like dripping blood frozen in place. It’s disquieting when two students slowly wheel a TV down the hall, Ozawa’s stern eyes staring daggers from the screen. These halls show up frequently, sometimes empty of people, other times looking like they’ll drown the pale little figure of Mitsuko.

How to Steal 40 Years of Elections

 

Over at the Federalist, Executive Editor Joy Pullman has a magnificent piece up detailing the things that made her gasp in Mollie Hemingway’s new book Rigged: How the Media, Big Tech, and the Democrats Seized Our Elections.

The Pullman article is a rip-roaring read, and if you haven’t read Hemingway’s book by now, you will within 15 minutes of reading Pullman’s gazette of the work.  I’ll gazette Pullman here in turn, just to whet your appetite.  Following is a mighty condensation of what Pullman has said about Hemingway’s new book.  Just the first four points — Pullman herself has assembled seven points so far based on her reading to date: “… I’m not even done. I just started the Hunter Biden chapter…”

Halloween, Compton, Circa 1950

 

I always went as a hobo.  Since I was something of a rumpled kid anyway, my knees usually torn (I was an inveterate marble player), all that was left to do was to rub a bit of dirt on my face and then throw a stick over my shoulder at the end of which was a kerchief filled with crumpled newspaper.  Voila: eleven-year-old boy transformed into a miniature bindlestiff on the hunt for candy.

It was a simpler time. Here are some kids in their homemade costumes. In 1950, you could get by (see the second kid from the left) with a painted-on mustache and a towel over your head.  Sometimes a kerchief, simple mask, and a stuffed chest (like the kid on the far right) would do the trick. (I suspect there was a boy behind that mask. a boy who thought that his gigantic breasts were fricken hilarious.  Well, I would have, anyway.)

Karma Is Relentless

 

First, I know very little about professional sports. The only sports I ever paid attention to were the ones in which I had a child participating….Little League baseball, little kid soccer, etc. I only know all the rules for high school football because I attended every home game of my children’s schools because I was a Band Mom for 12 years. You know…marching band? Halftime shows? I’ve never watched sports on television because I’m just not interested in the pros.

However, tonight when I was driving home I heard on my truck radio that the Atlanta Braves had beaten the Houston Astros in game three of the World Series so the next game would be played in Atlanta on Saturday night.

Ashli Babbitt Shooting: Murder? Negligent Homicide? Perhaps Tucker’s Special Will Shed Some Light

 

Recently I opened a post, entitled “The Mindless, Heartless Execution of Ashli Babbitt”, with the following words:

I am haunted by the murder of Ashli Babbitt, an unarmed Air Force veteran who was almost certainly one of the very few citizens in America history to be executed for trespassing- even in the “hallowed” halls of our National Capitol, already soiled and profaned by the corruption which sluices through its spaces like the sewage it is.

The Dictator of Washington State Claims He Doesn’t Have ‘Authority’ to Delay Long-term Care Tax

 

…But he does seem to have the authority to initiate a Covid vaccine mandate statewide for indoor venues like restaurants, music venues, bars, and movie theaters.  The Dictator is “monitoring” King County’s mandate to see if it can be expanded statewide.

Here is a link to the article where Dictator Inslee states that he can’t delay the start of the LTC tax which all state workers will be required to pay into starting January 1. By the way, commercial LTC insurance, which workers are required to buy if they do not wish to pay the ever-increasing (the law establishing the tax says that the rate can be increased twice a year) LTC tax, is nearly impossible to get, since all the insurance companies which sell that type of insurance have a long, involved process for evaluating customers that will take longer than until January 1.