Saturday, May 14, 2011

Blues Show Offs

Profiling Dep't.

It's tough out there for racist types. They're having trouble spotting the swarth w/o a scorecard:
Annie said...

So he's basically Syrian. What is it with so many Syrians who look like lily white hillbillies rather than arab?
Where can one even start w/ that statement? It refers to Mitch Freaking Daniels, known to these people to be the Governor-Imam of Indiana. The Mid-Western Mujahid. The Hoosier Hajji!

Matt Meets Megan

Thanks to Gloatessa. (Who apparently lifted it from TBogg.)

Friday, May 13, 2011

All In The Family

Also (As we haven't watched all 15+ mins., yeesh.):
  • In an effort to hide her identity, Ensign listed Ms. Hampton as "Aunt Judy" on his cell phone.
  • ”76 text messages were exchanged between Senator Ensign and Ms. Hampton from March 7, 2008 to March 10, 2008.”
  • Tim Coe spotted Ensign and Hampton’s cars in a hotel parking lot. He called Ensign and said “Put your pants on and go home.” Ensign said, “I can’t, I love her.”
Aunt Judy? Really.

Promptly At 1400PDT Today

No idea what that last one is. SLA?

And All of Wednesday's & Thursday's Labels Are Ruined, Simply Ruined

Wait, that should be the text, the title should be something like: "Comments Lost In Ether."

Tee & Hee, LLC

Moments ago, the perfect quote:
P.S.: Anyone else acquire new labels that are mash-ups of already existing labels?

Angry? You Bet I'm Angry, Mister ...

Excellent summation of our existence: Something we despise, & something we neither know nor care about.

Other Awful Stuff

When we were indeed mooching, in a general relief-stylee, rather than righteously collecting what we've paid into the system, we were issued a "Golden Advantage" card w/ food stamp funds & cash on it. Once, using it to withdraw $20.00 from a BofA ATM, we were informed a $3.00 fee would be charged for the transaction.

Straight outta PuffHo.
WASHINGTON -- Many states shortchange the jobless by distributing unemployment benefits on debit cards loaded with obnoxious fees, according to a new study by the National Consumer Law Center.

Of the 40 states that have switched from paper checks to prepaid debit cards, 22 states' cards charge ATM fees, 24 charge balance inquiry fees, and 28 charge inactivity fees. The cards in Arkansas, Idaho, Nebraska, Ohio, and Oregon come with overdraft fees ranging from $10 to $20.

And in Connecticut, Iowa, Rhode Island, and Tennessee, cardholders "must pay for every ATM inquiry or pay a denied transaction fee if they request cash when their balance is insufficient," the study says.

Tennessee stands out for having the card with the most "junk fees," the study says. Tennessee's card, provided by JPMorgan Chase, charges $1 for initial ATM withdrawals, 40 cents for balance inquiries, and 25 cents whenever someone swipes the card at checkout. It's one of just four states that doesn't provide even one free ATM withdrawal per deposit.

Tennessee doesn't think its card's fees are junk.

"I’m not sure calling them 'junk fees' is a fair statement," said Jeff Hentschell, a spokesman for the Tennessee Department of Workforce Development, which distributes Tennessee Automated Payment cards for jobless benefits. "When you look at the context of where we were and where we are today, the fees are actually minimal compared to where people were going to cash paper checks before."

Indeed: The NCLC study itself points out that for people without bank accounts, "getting cash from a UC prepaid card will usually be cheaper than paying a check casher to cash a paper check."

Hentschell added his department has a handy website that lays out the fees.

As for Chase, the bank says it's giving states a good deal on a valuable service.

"Each state negotiates its own contract and fee structure from numerous bidders," a Chase spokeswoman said in an email. "To date, states have chosen card solutions that cost government nothing and save taxpayer dollars, selecting their card provider based on the best mix of fees and services to the consumer."

The NCLC study says the Bank of America-issued cards in California and New Jersey are the best, since they offer "free and ample access to cash and transactions with no penalty fees." The study says close runners-up are Chase's card in Arizona and Citibank's in Maryland.
So BofA makes its California nut on the backs of those receiving a whopping $221.00/mo., sparing unemployment recipients. Nice.

Daily Douchebag, Yesterday's Papers

We were dying to link to this yesterday. And this.
Former sports commentator and columnist Jay Mariotti pleaded not guilty to three counts of felony on Wednesday for allegedy stalking and assaulting an ex-girlfriend. It's the same woman who had Mariotti on the ropes in the first place, according to the L.A. County District Attorney's office. He had been on probation ever since pleading "no contest" to multiple misdemeanor charges filed by the same woman after a domestic violence incident that began at a Santa Monica restaurant last August.

The latest charges stem from an incident that occurred around midnight on April 15, when Mariotti, 51, allegedly pulled a chunk of the woman's hair out and grabbed her cell phone away from her while shouting at her, according to the DA. Not unlike last year's incident, in which Mariotti reportedly "ripped something out of her ear and shoved her around."

The widely disliked former sports columnist for the Chicago Sun Times and frequent talking head on ESPN's Around the Horn before his arrest last year, pleaded not guilty to one felony count each of stalking, corporal injury to a spouse or cohabitant, assault by means likely to produce great bodily injury, and two misdemeanor counts of disobeying a domestic court order on Wednesday.
Asshole.

Hippies Again

Doing No Evil

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No!

They didn't, did they?

We mean, all the crap that appeared in this space yesterday was the most important crap that had ever appeared in this space.

Shit.

Thursday, May 12, 2011

Meanwhile, In 1997

Ann Coulter & Mickey Kaus are still at it.

Wednesday, May 11, 2011

Plowing W/ Salt

This went from interesting ("printing" stuff in three dimensions) to frightening (turning the earth to stone).
WIB: Wow. Would those curved surfaces allow you to “print” a hardened aircraft hangar?

BK: Certainly. But you can do more. The Air Force has developed a geopolymer, a substance that when added to soil turns it into a concrete-like material. Now, it only requires a mixture of 5 percent geopolymer and 95 percent soil to create this material, and a basic Contour Crafting rig weighs only 500 pounds and can fit in a military aircraft. So rather than transport large amounts of cement, steel and other materials to a remote military outpost, they could carry only the Contour Crafting machine and a small amount of geopolymer, and quickly fabricate a secure, comfortable military fort.
A slightly different mixture & all the soil could be turned to concrete, which will make the robotic Armageddon a lot more fun.

(As a nihilist, we're not as interested in erecting structures as razing them, of course, but literally paving the entire planet seems a bit extreme. Or not. Really, who are we to judge?)

30 Yrs. From The Hole

The Truth: His Secretary Denise
Is A Witch

On this 30th anniv. of Bob Marley's death, something on you stupid wasted hippies & how you're fucking it up again.
But Marley didn't really become a mainstream fixture—a singer instantly recognizable to anyone who's lingered over a fajita at Chili's or wandered through a freshman quad in the springtime—until after his death, and after. Greatest-hits collections are notoriously bad showcases, but Legend was a doozy—a defanged and overproduced selection of Marley's music. Listening to Legend to understand Marley is like reading Bridget Jones's Diary to get Jane Austen.
Fortunately, our people have weighed in, & found it wanting.
In turn, the music cognoscenti and hipsters seem to hold his mainstream appeal and lame followers against him.
Of course we do. What's the point of knowing what is & isn't hep if you can't use the knowledge to discriminate?
Bob Marley's golden period was the three albums he cut with the original Wailers and the brilliant, certifiably insane, Jamaican producer Lee "Scratch" Perry: Soul Rebels, African Herbsman, and Rasta Revolution. These records are more satisfyingly complex, both lyrically and instrumentally, than much of Marley's later work. The Perry recordings are steeped in R&B and soul harmonies, but also tough.

[...]

When the English producer Chris Blackwell took over in 1973, intent on making Marley a star, the music, despite a couple of great albums, notably Catch a Fire! and Natty Dread, became steadily more mellow and digestible.
Chris Blackwell is a vampire, too.Personal note: At any given time, the above number may be as close to a "favorite" song as we'll ever get.
UPDATE (2100ish PDT, 29 April 2012): And therefore have embedded a working video thereof. Shove it, BMG.

Revisionism W/o End

Here they go again.As long as there's money to be made. Mostly by making it as cheaply as possible. Made in America, or outsourced to slave labor, Mr. Huckabee?

TheDC  Shows The Libs

In its entirety:
We get it. America has an epidemic of obesity. As a country, we are fat and out of shape. We’re aware of this, but hey, we’re busy.

For those who want to change, there are tons of ways to trim down and eat healthy. For instance, May is National Physical Fitness and Sports month. You can choose to follow the Federal Activity and Dietary guidelines or you can even participate in First Lady Michelle Obama’s “Let’s Move!” program.

But if you’re anything like me, the only arm curls you’ll do is when you lift a comforting, convenient, fatty food to your mouth. They don’t call it comfort food for nothing!
This may have something to do w/ Tucker Carlson's frozen food inheritance. Or it may be stupiditycollege humor finding its natural home.

Directly to the slideshow. Yum!

On The Campaign Trail: The Newt Beat

Someone liked it.
Mother Jones takes a long look at Gingrich through the yrs.
1988 Gingrich discusses his midlife crisis: "I spent a fair length of time trying to come to grips with who I was and the habits I had, and what they did to people that I truly loved. I really spent a period of time where, I suspect, I cried three or four times a week. I read Men Who Hate Women and the Women Who Love Them and I found frightening pieces that related to ... my own life."

1989 He explains to the Washington Post why he fights with his second wife, Marianne: "It's not even that it matters to me. It's just the habit of dominance, the habit of being the center of my staff and the center of the news media." Newt gives the marriage a "53–47" shot of surviving.

1989 After taking down Speaker Jim Wright (D-Texas) by filing a string of ethics charges, Gingrich basks in his role as giant-killer. "If you're not in the Washington Post every day," he says, "you might as well not exist."

1989 Gingrich lays out his electoral roadmap: "The left-wing Democrats will represent the party of total hedonism, total exhibitionism, total bizarreness, total weirdness, and the total right to cripple innocent people in the name of letting hooligans loose."

1998 Gingrich divorces Marianne. A later Esquire profile offers a glimpse of the last days, from Marianne's point of view:
Gingrich just kept saying she was a Jaguar and all he wanted was a Chevrolet. "'I can't handle a Jaguar right now.' He said that many times. 'All I want is a Chevrolet.'"
This makes Callista a Catholic Chevrolet, then?

There are three Internet pp. of Newtonian vileness. Enjoy!

Today's Dog Bite

GOP Hitman Andrew Breitbart's Confessional Memoir: I Wouldn't Be a Foul, Raging Jerk If I Had Made It in Hollywood


If he hadn't been a foul raging jerk he might've made it in Hollywood, for that matter.
It won’t surprise anyone who has followed Breitbart’s ascent to learn that he is driven by hatred of the Hollywood and media establishments. A very deep and personal hatred. What becomes clear in these pages is the way these hatreds have origins in self-loathing and narcissism of a geographically specific type. The key is Breitbart’s rearing and life in Tinsel Town, a community he desperately wanted to be a part of, but which, it appears, wanted nothing to do with him.
Etc.
Breitbart complains that he was exposed to a raft of deeply anti-American ideas. As an American Studies major, he writes, he was subjected to the evil thoughts of émigré Critical Theorists like Theodor Adorno and Herbert Marcuse, who he blames for destroying everything good in postwar America. It is impossible to overstate Breitbart’s hatred for these “boring and bleating philosophers” who escaped the Nazis and “exploit[ed]” America’s openness and liberty by deploying “ideological Anthrax.”

At one point, Breitbart fantasizes about choking the life out of these mid-century refugee philosophers. “If I could go back in a time machine, I would go back to strangle these malcontents,” he writes.

Or at least that’s what it says in a review copy of Breitbart's book provided to Media Matters. Someone apparently sanitized this line at the last moment, because in the final, published version, it now reads, “If I could go back in a time machine, I would go back to kick these malcontents in their shins.”
Oh, Andy, don't let the P.C. Police scare you!

Tuesday, May 10, 2011

Callista Bisek Hits The Big Time

Although we've had our eyes on the little co-respondent for a while, even in this vulgar world it still means something when you're a living caricature, & are then caricatured & featured in The NYT.
Attribution
David Fitzsimmons, The Arizona Star Print the artist's attribution with cartoon.
Not a flattering likeness of Mrs. Gingrich, but they're paying attention.
How eager she is for him to run after he has been out of office since 1999 is a matter of discussion among their friends. Vin Weber, the former Republican congressman from Minnesota, said he is “quite convinced” Mrs. Gingrich is happily on board. “They’ve been out of public life,” Mr. Weber said, “and I think she misses the excitement of that.”

Others say she wants her husband to run because he wants to. She has hired Ms. Olson as her chief of staff; she is also writing a children’s book, due out in September — just in time for her to go on a book tour and reintroduce herself to the public as the primary race heats up.

“I think she has stepped out of her comfort zone more to promote the movies and the books and has found that she enjoyed that,” said Ms. Cottrell. “That’s been a little bit of toe in the water.“
The next Nancy "I want to be the queen" Reagan.

Another unflattering image, for those who (wisely) didn't visit The NYT.
Brendan Hoffman for The New York Times

Bully Pulpit

The theological drool is strong w/ these.
“This is their life and they want your children,” said James White of the Alpha and Omega Ministries. “They can’t have them themselves so they’ll get them any way they can.”

“Those that are evil generally don’t sound evil,” he said of Simon’s remarks.
And those who do sound evil?
“Give me a stinkin’ break. That is blasphemy, Mr. Simon,” said Bradlee Dean of You Can Run But You Cannot Hide. In response to Simon’s remarks saying he believes God created gays and lesbians, Dean compared LGBT people to thieves, liars, adulterers and fornicators.

He mocked the idea that homosexuality may be an innate quality. “‘Oh, I was born this way. I can’t help myself.’ Really? Then you belong in jail.”

Jake McMillian, Dean’s sidekick, called for Simon to be removed from office. “He deserves to be kicked out of office and dethroned from his position.”

Dean agreed: “Immediately! He is violating your constitution, he is violating his oath, he is violating the God he’s supposed to serve and the people that he serves.”

He continued, “Blasphemy! But here the homosexuals are praising him. This guy is reprobate. He is off the radar folks. You need to be removed! Yes, I said it from the pulpit, you need to be removed!”
Testify, brother!

Critique Of Pure Comics

Where the eyes glazed over this time:
critique of the default whiteness of comics
OK, more rolled back in a silent plea to a non-existent g-d than glazed. But there are amusing factoids to be had, so why not?
created John Stewart, a black architect who would later become the main Green Lantern. (In the early drafts, Adams says, an editor wanted to name the character Lincoln Washington; Adams talked him out of it.)

Monday, May 9, 2011

Hey, I'm Available Too

Just noticed that our dear high school chum (Remember us? Mrs. Gross's English class at the École Active Bilingue, October '69 'til we stopped bothering sometime the next spring. No, we never spoke. Nothing, huh?) has separated from her hubby, the popular Hollywood robo-barbarian/groper & part-time politician Arnold Schwarzenegger.

What a shame. We're here for you, Maria. Call us if you want to talk.

Run, Rick, Run

On the Papist front, former Senator Rick Santorum (Loser-PA) is foaming at the mouth. Again.
Santorum's pitch is reductive. It assumes that his audience is angry that Republican candidates aren't passionate enough about explaining and defending what the party stands for. This makes a kind of sense. A Republican voter can watch Fox News, listen to talk radio, read the Drudge Report, and then listen to the people claiming to lead the party who don't seem nearly as worried as they do. Not so with Santorum.

"Why do you think the left wants to get your kids at two, three years of age?" he asks. "Why do they want early, early, early, early education? So they can get you quick! So they can convince you to just turn them over to them!"
¹

These answers start to have their intended effect: Santorum seems reassuringly worried. So the crowd listens.

"The Democrats' argument against the Medicare reform is that seniors simply can't take care of [themselves]," Santorum says. "They say, 'You can't give seniors choices! You can't give seniors options! You can't have them make decisions and take responsibility. You've got to do this for them!' As if when you turn 65, your brain capacity goes away! My mother's 92! She got an iPad a couple months ago, OK, and she's whizzing away on an iPad!... Are there people who can't? Sure. But don't, don't structure a system for people on the margins who can't. Structure it for the rest of them, and help those who can't."
Vouchers! Then all the decisions & all the responsibility are theirs. Yay freedom.

Policies, strawmen, death panels & freedom vouchers are fine, but an analysis of Rick's telebision appeal is primary here; no matter the message, the low-information voter gets her information straight from the screen.
Santorum's smile [...] contains most of the essential elements of a grimace ...
Ain't that the truth? Easily his creepiest feature, his mouth seems stuck in a permanent half-sneer. Many other examples. We liked this one w/ his god nailed up behind him.
Note illegal knock-off of Old Glory.
Also unattractive: The one-time Senator bristles w/ resentment.
The Rick Santorum show is a continuation of the campaign that ended on Election Day in Pennsylvania in 2006. Santorum knows why he lost, but his anger at the unfairness of the loss simmers like radiation whenever he starts to answer a question.
(Granted, an angry Italo-Catholic isn't as frightening as an angry African-American of unknown religion, but certainly Santorum's farther down list of people w/ whom America would like to have a brew.)
Santorum goes on at length about this. That's his answer to a potential softball question: a lecture/sermon about disabilities and the miracle of life.

The crowd leaves impressed; the woman who asked about Medicare writes Santorum a check for $35. Later, he'll appear at the state GOP's Silver Elephant Dinner in Columbia, and because every other candidate declined to accept an invitation, he'll get to give a long version of his speech to a captive crowd. Only a couple of people leave before he's done. The people who stay give him a standing ovation.

"I like him," says Dean Allen, a mutton-chopped Tea Party activist from Greenville. "I don't think we need to wait for anyone else. They're retreads."

Republicans participate in a straw poll after the dinner's over. Four hundred and eight of them cast ballots before heading into the warm night. Santorum wins in a walk.

Santorum/Cain 2012! Don't think it can happen? Apply that bookmark now!

On an equally serious note, we are amused by the faithful giving their straw votes to the first or only buffoon who shows up to pay attention to them or echoes their concerns, whatever exactly those concerns are beyond the FOX/Drudge concern of the day.

¹The editorial staff's maternal grandmother, pretty much a right-wing drooler, once advised the then six or seven-yr. old editor that in Russia the commies took children from their parents & brain-washed them. This certainly sounds like a good idea (If only because it will piss off the reactionaries.) & may have inspired some of our editorial positions.

Sunday, May 8, 2011

Ministry Of Propaganda

Is this sadly familiar?
The March of Time is putting out a collection of old newsreels, stock shots and many bridging reenactments that runs the length of a feature picture and tells all in the title: The Ramparts We Watch. It is history and also rub-a-dub-dub. There are indications in the early sections that under the corporalship of Mr. Luce time was marching two ways at once, and that there might possibly be two sides to how fast we tossed young fellers into the overseas furnace; but by the end the purpose is pretty well straightened out.

Whatever the purpose, the effect of a thing like this lies in how well it is done. There have been several collections of World War shots that reached a higher emotional rise and climax—back in the days when raising boys to be soldiers was not being done in the better magazines, remember? But its over-all coverage of how the country felt and how the Wilson Cabinet and New York streets and ladies’ hats and new Packards looked; what people were saying and singing and dancing to; what happened in church and in the schools and town meetings; who was being elected or run out of town—in this recreation of an era it is a handsome thing to see. In spite of the inevitable trace of stiltedness attaching to the people in documentaries who are set doing things as actors without really being actors, the little representative groups of students, gals, doctors, lawyers, politicians and journalists are put in motion with a nearer approach to things as they were than you find in memory. And the sound division has done a major job of recreation: you will hear every song of those days you can remember, and as many more you’ve forgotten. (But may I hope that some day some man who scores music will go listen to how a bugle call is played by a bugler, not a second desk trumpet brought up on the Egmont Overture? It's a lot to ask, but a hope worth hoping, for a good bugler is one of the joys of life and may not be copied.)

Very well, the job is well done. And it touches on the mighty theme of a nation coming to life and to arms. It is stirring. Very well, stirring to what?

Here is where the objections come in, and the question: even granting it is all truth, which it isn’t, how much of the whole truth is it? Was the war as easy as that? A few ships, a few shell-bursts, many men marching and some of them rather dirty? A German or two eased off a home-guard committee? Liberty Loans for liberty and not to buy up the bag Morgan and Company was holding? Khaki and shoes and guns turned out with a busy will for the boys over there and none of them paper, or backfiring? No disillusion but a few brave tears of a mother? American boys in France saying “Vive la France” and Frenchmen in cabarets saying “Vive Vilson” and nothing, absolutely nothing else to the AEF? Barracks and no slackers, no objectors? No beatings and witch hunts? Really?

The fever, the national will, the whoop and hoorah were all true at the time, no doubt. So was the world square once; so were the lives of men dependent on the will of the little people. Now we know otherwise—or we did yesterday. And to leave out what we have learned, to say for truth what we know was false, to pass over the misery, the stupidity, the greed, the waste and slaughter, is to blowup a great recruiting poster, an invitation to leave your head outside. We may be proud to be America. We may be ready to stand back of it. But these are just the times when we should turn away from any group of cheapjacks using such times and such high and noble emotions for nothing in the world but to sell their stinking little tent show. I’m afraid this film comes with very good timing, and I know it is done as smooth as oil. But we should have learned by now. If that’s what you want, America, take it away.

This article originally ran in the August 4, 1940, issue of the magazine. [TNR, if you had the sense not to click. — Ed.]
Has it been 70+yrs.? Hard to tell.

From The Land Of Fruits & Nuts*

Yes, it started here, in the capital of Kansas & Iowa (by the Sea) too. Whatcha gonna do about it?
Most of these settlers, battered by the Dust Bowl, were drawn to the Los Angeles area by the jobs that came with the massive defense spending that accompanied and followed World War II, and were soon inhabiting America’s first major “sprawl” community. Neighborhood churches became a focal point for political activism, and a militant anticommunism become a near-universal creed.

[...]

But it is in the realm of politics where California’s Christian conservatives most significantly led the way. Whereas white Christians in the South didn’t bolt the Democratic Party until the 1960s, their brethren in California began leaving as far back as the 1940s and ’50s, Dochuck notes, thanks to the growing progressivism of California’s Democratic Party and its labor allies. There were widespread battles over school curricula and textbooks in California a good forty years before the Christian Coalition made school boards a prime target across the country. Dochuk also suggests that California’s political culture (up to and including the shock of the Watts riots of 1965) forced southern expats to abandon overt racism and pioneer the sort of race-is-not-an-issue rhetoric and aggressive recruitment of like-minded African American and Latino ministers, a strategy that southern conservatives took longer to adopt.

By the end of the 1950s, much of what was later known as the Christian right was already in place in Southern California, with very active evangelical ministers and lay people avidly backing conservative cultural and economic causes and assisting in a conservative takeover of the state’s Republican Party. It’s no wonder that the area was a hotbed of support for Barry Goldwater’s candidacy in 1964, which in turn was the basis for Ronald Reagan’s successful gubernatorial run in 1966.
It is, we sadly suppose, in their natures to be two-faced, & there's nothing to be done about it.
Throughout Dochuk’s book, conservative evangelicals regularly alternate between the defensive reaction of the “righteous remnant” to the alleged tyranny of secular humanists and big government, and self-assured claims that they represented a “moral majority” that was simply exercising the right to self-government. This ambiguity about the basic nature of America has become a regular feature not only of the Christian right but also of today’s big conservative grassroots movement (which heavily overlaps in membership with the Christian right), the Tea Party movement.

It may well be that this ambivalence was born in California, the wonderland and nightmare of so many of the “plain folk” and leaders Dochuk writes about in this ultimately fascinating portrait of the early Christian right.
What a fucking shit-hole of filthy hypocrisy. And we live here (if you can call it living).

*Alternatively, someone gave the continent a good shaking & everything loose rolled to Southern California.

Neo-Classicism

Show Us The Corpse!

Cause Or Symptom?

From the ever self-righteous Sullivan:
David Cain chastises himself for using words that usually indicate he's being "presumptuous, simple-minded, or sneaky." Part of the reason he recoils from using the word "deserve":
The typical story is like this: “Something terrible happened today, many people suffering, who deserves the blame?” And that’s the fun part, the payoff. The discussion surrounding who deserves to be ostracized, fired or killed is always more attractive than the one about how we can help.
Post-Katrina: "Stop finger pointing!" "No assigning blame!" "Blah blah." "Yada yada." Fuck you.

Some are attracted to determining the causes of disasters & dealing therew/. Some are attracted to avoiding even mention of the structures that so often lead to disaster & prefer to alleviate symptoms, promote civility & sing Kum-buy-yada. Why is it not surprising that those who whine the most about responsibility & accountability are those who screech loudest that "fingers are being pointed, that doesn't help anyone?"

Worth Celebrating

It is stated on the Internet that Robert Johnson would be 100 yrs. old today, had he not sold his soul to the devil for a brief recording career.RJ's biggest mistake: Getting up in the morning.