Tuesday, July 17, 2018

F/U Josef Stalin and Vladimir Putin - Trump's BFF

Some people admire a self-made dictator like that bastard Josef Stalin and his ability to kill twenty to thirty million of his own people. But I do not. ~~ Harry S Truman

Monday, July 16, 2018

Déjà vu - Pussy Riot on Stephen Colbert – Feb 4, 2014

Pussy Riot on Stephen Colbert – Feb 4, 2014 

“We have different ideas of a bright future (for Russia) and we don’t want a shirtless man leading us into that future.” ~~ Pussy Riot - Stephen Colbert Show - February 4, 2014

"У нас есть разные представления о светлом будущем (для России), и мы не хотим без рубашки человек ведет нас в этом будущем." ~~ влагалища бунт - Стивен Колберт шоу - 4 февраля 2014


High Crimes and Misdemeanors - Trump On Knees To Putin In Helsinki - SHAMEFUL !

Game Show Host Trump Picking Putin's Door Number Two...

Friday, July 13, 2018

An Understanding of All Things Beautiful - Part One

After a hurricane.

It is hot and humid and I do not like air conditioning. Something about sleeping in airconditioning in 2002 and waking up with a blood clot in the leg -

that took a fewdays to recognize,seek treatment and end up in a hospital. Ended up in a room with a Dementia and or Alzheimer's patient. An old guy who was in WWII and knew French and was an interpreter for the brass in Paris etc. 

I am getting old now and wonder if that is where I end up. Trapped in a body with long term memories and terrorized by not knowing where I am here and now or who everybody is no matter who they say they are or claim to be in relation to me? And repeating at random those old memories to strangers or captive audiences in the next bed. Or pulling all the things off and out of your arms and the next person in the next bed is paging the nurses to redo all the things inserted into one's body. And the staff wanting to put you in the hallway to better monitor you and you yelling discrimination and anti-Semitism and your roommate saying that "he" is not a burden to have in the same room and maybe even glad to be thinking of other things rather than one's own mortality or reaching 50 in a few months and remembering Marshall who died when he was 49 and you liked him, that stranger, better than your own brother. And thinking sometimes too much how much life is unfair. And remembering that guy's favorite sarcastic line - "life sucks and then you die". 

That whole nine or ten months leading off of the 911 attacks downtown left a lot of the population shell shocked and walking around in a daze and many more like myself no doubt suffering a form of PTSD that raised paranoid and blood pressure levels to cause health issues such as blood clots in myself. That after the attacks I did less traveling or shopping in leisure time and thus w/ less exercise and more unhealthy. 

Well getting back to the weather, I had wanted then to look at old photos, from the family photo album (sounds so old fashioned and obsolete?) of a childhood trip to Brigantine New Jersey. I still would have liked to have seen them now. 

A friend of mine on FB from childhood who is more of a friend now than back when in the old neighborhood had once mentioned how he had recently found a bunch of old family pictures in the trash of a neighbor who died of old age. That their kids were cleaning out the house to sell it. That the photos did not matter to them so much as the money from the sale of the house. I lamented that there might be so much history in those photos. He more or less shrugged, no symbol for shrug on FB, and commented that that happens all the time these days. Whatever.

My father was cheap and or he did not make a lot of bread working in a steel mill. So when they closed the plant down every year in July or August for two weeks to retool and fix the steel furnaces etc, the inmate wage slaves had to amuse themselves. 

The normal family I think went to Atlantic City or Wildwood, rented rooms at a motel with a pool and went to the beach in the day and walked the boardwalks at night for shits and giggles. No cable TV and the local Jersey broadcasting stations were either in Trenton or Philly itself, our family home base, but the Philly TV reception had a lot of snow and poor reception and the Trenton station seemed to be more orientated to Central Jersey and New York based Northern Jersey news stuff. It all seemed off a bit, not quite normal comfort zone in the living room quality stuff to me. You saw this TV programming stuff in the lobbies of motels with their wide glass paneled windows around the check in desk etc. and old dark ancient lobbies of old decrepit buildings called hotels and built likely in the 1890s or so up to the 1920s.  The fabric of Atlantic City was definitely frayed around the edges. Wildwood was more likely post war and motel modern. And A.C. witnessed by those walking eight to ten blocks from free or cheap metered parking, crowded spaces at night, on the way into the nightly boardwalks excursion in Wildwood or Atlantic City from the outlying boonies where we were renting rooms. 

In any case there were no TVs in the cheap rooms we rented in Brigantine once or at least twice in memory. There was radio.

Not quite rooms. More like tar paper covered shacks. But it probably was covered by those horrible asphalt impregnated shingles, with some asbestos mixed in, of brown shaped bricks that covered houses in Philly in the 20s and 30s when modern fashion could make it possible not paint old out of date Victorian structures and cover them with glamorous new cutting edge Jazz Age technology.

The shacks were on the beach on stilts and there were like 4 or five of them clustered at the street end of  a pier. No air conditioning on the beach. Very breezy through screened windows and the crash of waves on the wooden supports underneath at high tide at night. 

The shacks had a common room with a couch, a few wooden chairs, a table, a stove and an old fridge. That and three bedrooms and a bathroom. No doubt our crowd of four kids and two parents was a small weekend party of sorts to occupy the premises. But dad was a tight manager of money. That even in a back water then of Brigantine, the weekend rent on the shack would have been very high. Dad would drive us down on Monday, find a place for a two to three day vacation in off mid week slotted space before the weekend crowd would drift in around Wednesday afternoon. We were there to pick up on the weekend gap from those leaving on Monday morning after a weekend at the shore.

My father did not operate on using a phone to call ahead and make reservations. He was old fashioned and used sight to look for vacancy signs on affordable looking accommodations. Affordable meaning owners on the premises and the property a bit past its prime and or in need of a coat of fresh paint. 

The floors were old worn out linoleum throughout.  Sand everywhere constantly trekked in from the beach and to forever be swept back out with a broom. My mother used the opportunity of these trips to buy new linens for double beds at McCrory's that would be used on the vacation and transported back home after the trip.

The smell of coffee brewing on the stove in a percolator is something I will always remember as the breakfast bacon sizzled over the very distinctive smell of butane bottled gas supplying the stove flames and against the framework of fresh ocean air and the crash of distant waves, the tide having gone out a ways on the beach below.

We would hang out on the beach during the day, getting sun burned even with Coppertone as a sun screen and its greasy industrial smell and almost the only product on the market that I knew about. We had an old Coleman aluminum ice chest full of ice and cans of soda and probably no cans of beer. No alcohol on the beach. People from Pennsylvania had an adherence to rule books mentality, nature of the beast in the original German settlers along with the Quakers from the beginning of that state.

Accoutrements for kids would have been at least one new sand bucket with small shovel in bright colors and shiny interior, bucket being made of metal in those days and not plastic. This bought at McCrory's while mom was selecting the vacation bed sheets. 

Near the pier the shade underneath had other smells, more distinct than those in direct sunlight, of decaying sea materials and seaweed still clinging to splinters in the wood pilings from the previous night's high ocean tide. 

The main activities of the day would be collecting sea shells, wading into the ocean a few times and building sand castles. 

That there is on the Internet some photos of Fedullo's Pier at 44th Street. When I have mentioned this pier to others or on the Internet a younger generation will assume the pier is one that in later times than the 1950s or 60s that got repurposed as a Haunted House at Halloween kind of business deal but that pier I believe used to be somewhere around 27th Street on the island. Brigantine was quite undeveloped back when. Now looking at Google satellite images as an island it is bursting, crowded with summer townhouses and condos with no fishing piers left as I can see. 

Down the old, what seemed like a rotting wood pier, jutting maybe 500 feet into the ocean there was a single story structure of maybe a thousand square feet that housed a restaurant of sorts and a display case full of cigars boxes and souvenirs and boxes of salt water taffy. The restaurant per say had maybe four or five tables covered in red and white checked and laminated table clothes. And beyond this structure was another fifty or so feet of pier that near may have had the best fishing and maybe they charged a fee to fish there or maybe they just were near cold bottles of beer in the restaurant. The one time we went in there at sunset, no doubt for dad to buy some Lucky Strikes, there was an fat middle aged man there wearing suspenders and sweating as he ate over pile of spaghetti and meatballs in the did light of that place from a dew light bulbs. 

There was no charge for us to make a look around the back pier during the day. While I probably saw some fish caught, my memory only sees one fisherman taking a baby shark about 10 inches long off a hook, banging its head on the top of the wooden railing and throwing it back into the water. Shark prejudice before Jaws. 

On those short 3 days to Brigantine, once we got settled in, there would be at least one afternoon trip to Atlantic City. Over the bridge and other byways, we would end up walking up and down the Boardwalk blending in with the crowds walking by ancient hotels in graceful and not so graceful decay along side stores and storefronts selling everything touristy, tee shirts, ashtrays. Galleries of chance, darts thrown at balloons or wooden rings tossed over metal milk bottles, all to win and claim a cheap stuffed animal as a prize. A lot of barkers selling steak knives or the latest plastic kitchen aid gizmos. Most of the show was the talk and bravado of the barker who sometimes I had once read in a Philly paper were in one example a teacher, who on his summer vacation, made as much in 3 months in commissions selling their junk as they make in 9 months as civil servants in schools. 

There were the boardwalk amusements not much bigger in scope than the local state fair's rides and Ferris wheel etc. With a limited budget we got on at least of two of the cheaper rides.  Went into Planters past the guy wearing the big paper mache Mr. Peanut costume. 

Steel Pier was off limits because of the budget. Never got to see the lady on a horse jump into a tank of water, an item that seemed to the most advertising on billboards on the highway to Atlantic City. 

There was also a night trip to A.C. That seemed more exciting. No sun and chilly. Needed a jacket or sweater to walk along the boardwalk then. Lots of smells of the concessions stands full of peanuts, popcorn, hot dogs and cotton candy. Cotton candy for some reason was not something we were allowed to buy. Only got to try that years later as an adult and was disappointed btw. Sometimes parents do know what is best for you. lol

The bid thing at night at home was playing kids card games of fish or old maid and dealing with the pain of sunburn and the b.s. the parents talking up how cool Noxzema was on sunburn. Sure it went on cold feeling but then the burn came back. 

That two or three days at the boonies of Brigantine were enough for a lower middle class family from the city. The only thing missing is a photo of it all. 

We did have a hand me down baby brownie from our aunt, my fathers sister and it only seemed to use black and white film. It had not flash, so all the family photos from that period were outdoors. The one photo in my mind is a photo of us kids, all sunburned and half smiling through the pain, with mom at the front, near the street, with the end of the pier and restaurant structure in the shot of Fedulla's pier. A lot of history and detail in that photo minus dad who was taking the shot. A photo I thought that would be great to post on the Internet. 

But it, the family photos, went west with mom after dad died and she and the other siblings seemed to have some wanderlust attraction to the sunbelt in New Mexico and Arizona and I would not go to anyplace that did not have a subway or proven reliable public transportation. 

So the urge to find one photo and some other photos crept into this old man's need to reconcile with the past, to affirm a place in that past, and a need to reflect on that past etc. 

But those photos seemed to elude me. 

Which reminds me of my older sister's holy communion, it being celebrated at an uncle's house, her other female cousin the same age also celebrating her holy communion at some neighboring parish. And I remember being in the living room at night on a couch sitting on my grandfather's lap, my mother's father, my namesake grandfather and going blind as an older cousin had like several spotlights in my face and they played with some new toy bought on credit at some fancy department store, where out aunt, and cousin's mom worked at downtown. That I remember seeing those horrible without sound silent home movies at some later date in that uncle's house after which the house was torn down to make way for progress and I-95 and after our female cousin at died at age ten of leukemia. 

I asked my aunt at a funeral years later and her son, my cousin who was giving me a car lift at that funeral between the church and the cemetery if those home movies were still around and viewable and maybe even convertible to video tape, in fashion at that moment, and all I got was a shrug. Nobody could seem to remember or maybe a lot of it all got chucked when the city condemned the house and my aunt and uncle moved over to Jersey. 

Whatever again.  

Poor, Some Say Offensive, Theater Yesterday at Blenheim Palace in UK

I could not imagine anything more offensive than the poor theater yesterday at Blenheim than maybe some retro history with Hitler at a stag state dinner at Blenheim Palace after Edward VIII's coronation and his temporary separation from his former mistress Wallace. 

Now that Political Science is stranger than Science Fiction, anybody else foresee maybe Putin telling Trump to replace VP Mike Pence with Dual American Citizen passport holder Boris Johnson being America's number two and a heartbeat from succeeding to POTUS after a possible unexpected demise or radioactive cuppa w/ comrade Trump?

Thursday, July 12, 2018

Hey Redneck in the Park - What is the difference between these two flags?

None. No difference. They both fly over American Soil.

Pen - day - hole!

Whore House Red Is Trump's Preferred Color For Air Force One - Not JBK Blue

Trump does not like the Blue on Air Force One or the Design of the Paint Job either that is credited to the JFK and or the JBK Jacqueline Bouvier Kennedy Administration that approved the present design and colors.

In tribute to his fraternal immigrant pimp grandfather's human sex trafficking business will no doubt lend, blend itself into shades of Whore House Red. Real not fake CLAASS.

Trump's plans and abilities to order new paint job reported by AXIOS Media on MSNBC First Look Program.

Wednesday, July 11, 2018

Asbestos is Back! And its Donald Trump Approved

Russian asbestos company puts Trump’s face on product

A Russian asbestos company has branded their product with President Trump’s face.
Uralasbest, which operates a mine in the Ural Mountains, has stamped Trump’s image on pallets of asbestos with the words, “Approved by Donald Trump, 45th President of the United States,” The Guardian reported Wednesday.
The company posted a picture of pallets full of Trump stamps on its Facebook page last month with a caption that said, “Donald is on our side.”
“He supported the head of the United States Environmental Protection Agency, Scott Pruitt, who stated that his agency would no longer deal with negative effects potentially derived from products containing asbestos. Donald Trump supported a specialist and called asbestos ‘100% safe after application,'” it said, according to a translation from the Environmental Working Group.
Pruitt stepped down from the federal regulatory agency last week following a rash of scandals, but not before the EPA decided not to ban “new uses” of asbestos products.

(What's the royalty on your image in Russia paying you Donald?)

Monday, July 9, 2018

.Deadbeat Donald Trump Sued By Former Chauffeur for 3300 Hours Unpaid Overtime

The Donald, The Deadbeat being sued by former chauffeur for lack of legal overtime catering to the Fake Billionaire.

Donald Trump’s Former Driver, Noel Cintron, Sues Organization For Unpaid Overtim

“President Trump’s further callousness and cupidity is further demonstrated by the fact that while he is purportedly a billionaire, he has not given his personal driver a meaningful raise in over 12 years!”

The driver was paid a fixed salary, although he sometimes clocked over 55 hours a week. The salary was $62,700 in 2003, $68,000 in 2006, and $75,000 in 2010. These pay raises were the only two that Cintron ever received. He lost his position once Trump became president and the Secret Service took over the driving, reported NYDaily News.

Sunday, July 8, 2018

Where Are The Babies Mitch (McConnell) ??? - Bristol Bar and Grille Louisville KY

Hanging out at 1321 Bardstown Road for a meal for a tired (worth 300 million) humble servangt of the peopl, Senate Majority Leader gets taunted regarding kidnapped, abused and missing children ripped from their families' arms by Mitch's anointed LEADER Donald Trump.


McConnell was taunted by protesters Saturday as he left the eatery in Louisville, Kentucky ... confronted over immigration policies that include separate children from their parents.
As McConnell strolled out with Kentucky House Majority Leader Jonathan Shell, protesters screamed, "Where are the babies, Mitch?" and "Abolish ICE," and "No justice, no peace."
Shell called the protesters "a small group of extremists" and said their comments were "out of the Maxine Waters playbook."

Saturday, July 7, 2018

Aside From Attacking Surrogate (?) Gay Sir Elton John, Trump Supports Anointed GOP Hastert Heir Jim Jordan As Next Speaker In Montana Rant/Rally

What did Speaker Dennis Hastert do anyway to be eligible for a post 2018 election Trump Presidential Pardon?

Grabbed a few underage boys genitals in the shower? - Hey, balls, pussy, what difference does it matter when Jim Jordan had already been anointed / ordained to succeed Paul Ryan in the Putin Approved S.O.T.U.S.H.O.R. job posting on the Trump/Kremlin team? 

Extremely Focused Trump Now Comparing Himself to Elton John

The #MeToo jab wasn’t even the only time on Thursday that Trump downplayed sexual abuse, of which he has been widely accused. When asked to comment on allegations that Sen. Jim Jordan (R-OH) ignored widespread abuse while he was a member of the Ohio State wrestling program, Trump dismissed the accusations. “I don’t believe them at all,” Trump said. “I believe him. Jim Jordan is one of the most outstanding people I’ve met since I’ve been in Washington. I believe him 100 percent. No question in my mind. I believe Jim Jordan 100 percent. He’s an outstanding man.”
Though he attacked war veterans, Native Americans, rape victims and Sir Elton John, Trump made a point on Thursday to praise authoritarian leaders like Kim (who Trump says would never have met with Obama), Chinese President Xi (“You have to admire him”) and, of course, Vladimir Putin. “You know what? Putin is fine,” the president said. “He’s fine. We’re all fine. We’re people.”

Thursday, July 5, 2018

Melania Trump - Release your Real Birth Certificate from Slovenia

"It’s not only Donald who wants to see [Obama's birth certificate], it’s American people who voted for him and who didn’t vote for him. They want to see that," she argued. Behar then made the point that the birth certificate had already been on display and all over the internet. "We feel it’s different than birth certificate," Melania responded.

2011 interview by Joy Behar with Birthers Donald and Melania Trump.

Donald good boss, he teach me good English when he not *** me.


Tuesday, July 3, 2018

What Do Melania Trump And Adolph Hitler Have in Common? Royalties for Their Images

I see that the First Lady of the United States has a cash register next to her bed. For royalties of his dainty image focused through a Belgian (not American) Photographer's worth thousands of dollars soft gel lens. 

News media paid Melania Trump thousands for use of photos in 'positive stories only'

Melania Trump has earned six figures from an unusual deal with a photo agency in which major media organizations have indirectly paid the Trump family despite a requirement that the photos be used only in positive coverage.

President Donald Trump's most recent financial disclosure reveals that in 2017 the first lady earned at least $100,000 from Getty Images for the use of any of a series of 187 photos of the first family shot between 2010 and 2016 by Belgian photographer Regine Mahaux.
It's not unheard of for celebrities to earn royalties from photos of themselves, but it's very unusual for the wife of a currently serving elected official. More problematic for the many news organizations that have published or broadcast the images, however, is that Getty's licensing agreement stipulates the pictures can be used in "positive stories only."
I wanted to put Melania's pwecious image up top next to other royalty hog A. Hitler who was paid a royalty for his image on German Postage btw. You think he would do it for free. That's not socialist and or National Socialist that is. lol
But unlike Michelle Obama and Laura Bush whose images are public domain on Wikipedia because they were taken by an employee of the Executive Branch of the White House, a public employee and therefore public domain, Wiki had succumbed to the leveraging and commoditizing of everything else in America including clean air and water, one of those I have to attribute the image of her Dolce and Gabbana butt to her Belgian effete elite artist photo taker. etc.
No public domain image of her available. F her. 
Was the incident on the border last week with the I don't care coat an attempt like Jackie Kennedy Onassis wearing only black in public an attempt to discourage for the paparazzi from stealing her pwecious image on a negative?

Wikipedia - must be attributed - not Public Domian