Friday, November 30, 2012

Spewer

Because we are an idjit it took us a while to realize this gargoylic thang was a drain.

Not Hollyhock House

Driveway retaining wall.
Identified as Residence "A" or a guest house on maps. Dunno if FLW designed it or what.

Thursday, November 29, 2012

61 Yrs. Ago

Post-election there was plenty of whining from the usual sources that the complete takeover of the media/press, Hollywood & academia by leftists & liberals was one of the reasons American dupes reëlected that you-name-it Obama. (We could look it up but we won't.) Considering that the hard-left lib takeover's been going on since at least Nov. 1951 we're rather surprised it took almost 60 yrs. for a centrist Democrat to be elected in the first place.
Same shit, different millennium.
Also:
If only.
Further paranoia.

Eat More Shit

Fast food day here, apparently. Is there anything more idiotic, revolting & pretentiously phony than someone worth hundreds of million dollars* eating at McDonald's, let alone ordering for himself? How completely fake, & what an excellent demonstration of just how important he & his time are. Shouldn't this sack of shit be creating a fucking job instead of standing in line waiting to poison himself? Hope he tipped well.
Stop pretending you jerk loser, no one's ever voting for you again. Ever.

*Actually less than worthless. A fucking parasite who should have been burned off the body politic like a leech.

Eat Mor Chikin?

We were in Westwood a couple of wks. ago & saw that the Burger King mentioned here had, somehow, gone out of business. Almost took a picture of the empty storefront, but, as we like to type: Why bother?

We've no idea how a fast-food franchise right across the street from an entrance to the UCLA campus could fail* (Although the Carl's Jr. that was three blocks south & the Mickey D's that was two blocks south are both long gone, come to think of it. The In-N-Out Burger a couple of blocks west is always busy, however.) but not to worry, another fast food operation is going in: Chick-fil-A. We'll see how long their breaded chicken hate-wiches last.
*It's possible that the Regents of the University of California jacked up the lease, but who knows.

Band Picture Of The Wk.

More.

Wednesday, November 28, 2012

Piss & Shitheads

We suppose that, for whatever reason (Competition?) Tucker Carlson's Daily Skin Crawler doesn't approve of Glenn Beck's antics.
Also, can't get their figures straight.
Renowned artiste Glenn Beckput an Obama bobblehead in a glass jar, “urinated” into it, called it art and is now selling it for the low, low price of $25,000. (While Beck initially claimed to have peed into the jar, it is actually beer, according to MSN.)

[...]

The artwork/publicity stunt will soon be on sale for $250,000, just in time for Christmas. Make the staunch First Amendment supporter in your family filled with glee by putting ”Obama in Pee Pee” in their stocking.
Fuck this shit, Bugger is acting up, & we are far beyond giving a fuck about it or anything else.

Tuesday, November 27, 2012

Summer's Almost Gone

Not a damn thing worth the typing in today's events; back to sharing more info about ourself than anyone needs, to wit:

Visitors can stop feeling shame & the constant desire to scrub the filth from their bodies that mere reading or looking at the pictures here can bring. Why? W/ the temperature now hovering near or below 70°F (Outside temp: 62°F!) we are pretty much going to be working in pants for the near future, rather than our temperate mos. typing outfit of sagging Fruit of the Loom underwear, T-shirt optional. (Roll that image around for a while & you'll want to pluck out your mind's eye.)

The Sky Above ...

We can only imagine what it will be like when the skies are filled w/ drones; it already seems we can't leave the bunker w/o being followed by the forces of repression.

Monday, November 26, 2012

Shithole

Not a metaphor.

GOP Apostasy

From the "We Did Not Know That" file, we see that Republican apostate Bruce Bartlett, who's gotten a certain amount of press attention because his economic head is no longer shoved as far up his ass as most of his once-fellow travelers is one of the toads responsible for the pathetic "Robert Byrd was a Klansman" trope typed so often by drooling cretins who troll reality-based spots on the Internet.
Seeing the demographic trends toward an increasingly nonwhite electorate, which were obvious in easily available census projections, I decided to write a book about how Republicans could deal with it. I concluded that the anti-immigrant attitude among the Republican base was too severe for the party to reach out meaningfully to the fast-growing Latino community. Recall that Bush’s proposal for immigration reform was soundly rejected by his own party.

If Republicans had no hope of attracting Latino votes, what other nonwhite group could they attract? Maybe the time had come for them to make a major play for the black vote. I thought that blacks and Latinos were natural political and economic competitors, and I saw in poll data that blacks were receptive to a hardline position on illegal immigration. I also knew that many blacks felt ignored by Democrats, who simply took their votes for granted—as Republicans did for 60 years after the Civil War.

If Republicans could only increase their share of the black vote from 10 percent, which it had been since Goldwater, to the 30 percent level that Dwight Eisenhower enjoyed, it would have major electoral ramifications.

The best way to get Republicans to read a book about reaching out for the black vote, I thought, was to detail the Democratic Party’s long history of maltreatment of blacks. After all, the party was based in the South for 100 years after the war, and all of the ugly racism we associate with that region was enacted and enforced by Democratic politicians. I was surprised that such a book didn’t already exist.

I thought knowing the Democratic Party’s pre-1964 history of racism, which is indisputable, would give Republicans a story to tell when they went before black groups to solicit votes. I thought it would also make Republicans more sympathetic to the problems of the black community, many of which are historical in their origins. Analyses by economists and sociologists show that historical racism still holds back African-Americans even though it has diminished radically since the 1960s.

So I wrote Wrong on Race: The Democratic Party’s Buried Past. Unfortunately, it was published the day Barack Obama won the Iowa caucuses. But I still held out hope that Hillary Clinton, who was pandering to the white working class in unsubtle racial terms, would capture the Democratic nomination. The anger among blacks at having the nomination effectively stolen from Obama would make them highly receptive to GOP outreach, I believed. I even met with John McCain’s staff about this.
Apparently the only Americans idiotic enough to ignore the "Southern Strategy" & what the two parties represent here & now are the drooling trolls mentioned, & the kind of cretinous honkie who likes to screech "liberals are the real racists" while quoting The Bell Curve in the closed loop of reactionary sites.

Now who's "reality-based?"

Sunday, November 25, 2012

Stairway To The Stars My Destination

Fans of literarytyped sci-fi (As opposed to droolers watching on telebision or sitting slack-jawed in cinemas [& surrounded by other humanoids; the skin crawls].) may or may not be interested in or amused by the Library of America's pages devoted to pimping its new sci-fi collection.
Not "new" new, but the Library's selection of nine novels from what they consider an actual Golden Age, 1953-1958 (coincidentally this reporter's Golden Age as well). We're inclined to agree that, Dianetics fan Campbell's Astounding partly aside, most of the '40s pulp crap was indeed pulp crap.

Robert Silverberg:
Historians of science fiction often speak of the years 1939–1942 as "the golden age." But it was more like a false dawn. The real golden age arrived a decade later, and — what is not always true of golden ages — we knew what it was while it was happening.
Also:

The Walking Dead: Bester’s adaptation of “Fondly Fahrenheit” (1954)

Dig around for other amusement yourselves: We're not your mothers.