It’s October 1st and, by golly, I’m going to resort to Rule 5 [Darleen Click] (sticky, new posts below)
This is usually Jeff’s gig where he brings us up-to-date on Casa Goldstein and if he’s been able to install a armadillo proof liquor cabinet (and biometrics to keep his credit cards out of the paws of the shelled scoundrel).
Casa Click, on the other hand, hasn’t seen any projects worthy of extensive mention. Our most recent achievement was kicking cable to the curb last month — 500 channels we never watched — just have streaming on the flat screen.
I do engage in some creative things outside of this blog – have done some book covers, some photography and am teaching myself Adobe Illustrator to go along with the Photoshop. Today, as part of the bleg portion of asking you all to hit the tip jar so Protein Wisdom can keep going through what is shaping up to be – as the Chinese curse portends – interesting times, I’ll share one of our (Rule 5 qualifier) photos.
First, let me say that while there is some reward to doing much of your own work on a house, the toll it takes on your body and mind is considerable: I have bruises that are suing me, and my fingertips are as dried and cracked as…well, insert your own Nancy Pelosi joke here. Not only that, but my back and legs are so sore that I’ve had to coin a new word for the pain: reallyfuckingsupersoresore.
Later, I’ll post pics of the progress we’ve made. Window coverings just went in yesterday, so I can finally take a shower — and of course, Home Depot trips have sent us way over budget, so the last thing we’ll be getting to, down the road a bit, is the basement, where the PW pub is supposed to be. We sold the carpet that came with the build and replaced the majority of it with a new berber, but in the basement we’ll be going with a high-grade laminate that looks like our hardwood on the main floor — I’ll be installing it to save those $2K in labor costs — so right now I have concrete floors with most of the adhesive scraped off and not much more down there, save for my hopes and dreams and space for a pool table.
My desk won’t arrive until mid-late November, so I’m writing this from the bedroom floor; the first of our new furniture should be here within a week or so.
I’d like to thank all the people who donated to the site is September despite my absence. I apologize for not doing so sooner, but I haven’t hide a computer for the most part, and when I have, I’ve had paint all over my hands, or blisters all over my fingers. When last we spoke, I’d just lost the Newsmax feed; fortunately, another couple advertisers stepped forward, so I’m not entirely insolvent, much to the dismay, I’m sure, of those who probably would never call me a “Good Man” and would really like to see me driven off the web.
Anyway, for September: Thanks to Kimberly M, Mueller, Lost My Cookies, Cielle Designs, Jonah C, Daniel K, SDN, Edward D, Christopher M, Terry H, RI Red, serr8d, SW, Evan C, palaeomerus, Darleen, Jer / bh, Bill Q, Di, Patrick C, cranky-D, Geoff B, Lowell J, Cathryn S, Dale N, Ralph W, and McGehee. Your support is deeply appreciated, particularly at this time. If I left anyone out, please drop me a note.
For October, which I just now realized begins today, thanks to Roger H, Geoff B, Bill Q, Di, cranky-D, and McGehee.
I have to run out now — again — to pick up some curtain rods for blackout curtains so that Tanner doesn’t wake up at 6:20 any longer. Plus, my wife needs a haircut, and her stylist is in Denver, about 35 minutes south. So I’ll be gone once again until later today and probably won’t have the opportunity to post more until tomorrow. I still have people coming over to help with a few plumbing projects and an electrical project, plus we have to deal with some warranty issues, so things are not quite yet back to normal. But they are beginning to normalize. Which I guess is all I can ask for.
For the time being, two thoughts: first, fuck Anthony Kennedy and John Roberts for their unconscionable misreading of the Constitution, which has allowed a rogue President to keep our borders open and subsequently invited TB and Ebola to join in the Jeb Bush immigrant love fest. And fuck Eric Holder and the AG’s office for forthcoming dictates on “profiling” that makes it illegal to look at, say, Liberians or those from the Congo or those from Muslim countries when it comes to sussing out terror threats or epidemics — which I posited months ago were a potential method to cull the herd just as Bill Ayers had always thought necessary, only without the ugliness of, say, death camps.
And second, I read today that 50% of those polled approve of Obama’s handling of the ISIS situation. Which, because no one else will say it, I will: I hope it is that 50% from among whose numbers heads are lopped off on camera and organs melt away. Because the rest of us — those who’ve been warning about this Administration since back before it was okay to do so — will be sad, collateral damage.
Pro tip: don’t tongue kiss any sweaty African immigrants at the airport. Even if it means being called racist. Trust me on this.
… that, ladies and gentlemen, is how a political ad is really done.
Officials with the Centers for Disease Control have confirmed that a person in Dallas definitely has the Ebola virus. Tuesday’s official determination makes the patient at Texas Health Presbyterian Hospital Dallas the first diagnosed Ebola case in the United States.
Officials with the Centers for Disease Control and Prevention, Texas Department of State Health Services, Presbyterian Hospital and Dallas County Health and Human Services all participated in an afternoon press conference. CDC Director Thomas Frieden related the information that the individual who tested positive had traveled to Liberia. The person left Liberia on September 19 and arrived in the United States on September 20 with no virus symptoms. Frieden said it was four or five days later that the patient, who is believed to be male, began developing symptoms and was ultimately admitted to Presbyterian Hospital in Dallas on Sunday, September 28.
“We received in our laboratory today specimens from the individual, tested them and they tested positive for Ebola. The State of Texas also operates a laboratory that found the same results,” Frieden said. After the confirmation statement Frieden went on to stress that the testing for Ebola is very accurate, saying that it’s a PCR test of blood.
As far as the medical condition of the infected patient, Frieden did say that he “is critically ill at this point.”
Now that the virus is confirmed Frieden said the next steps are three-fold. “First, to care for the patient… to provide the most effective care possible, as safely as possible, to keep to an absolute minimum the likelihood or possibility that anyone would become infected. And second, to maximize the chances that the patient might recover.” [...]
Several minutes into the press conference Dr. Frieden paused and stated clearly, “The bottom line here is that I have no doubt that we will control this importation, of this case of Ebola so that it does not spread widely in this country.”
Dr. Frieden did admit that is possible a family member or other person who had contact with the patient, while he was infectious, cold develop Ebola in the coming weeks. But he said, “There is no doubt in my mind that we will stop it here.”
It still isn’t known how the patient became infected but Frieden said he, “undoubtedly had close contact with someone who was sick with Ebola or had died from it.”
Well, I certainly feel relieved that the government is in control of the situation. I’m just brimming with confidence.
An occasional whimper, but still no indication of a spine.
Wisconsin’s tense race for governor got some political star power Monday, with New Jersey Gov. Chris Christie urging Republicans to step up their support for a potential presidential rival, Scott Walker. First lady Michelle Obama, meanwhile, campaigned for former state commerce secretary Mary Burke. [...]
First lady Michelle Obama appeared with Burke later Monday in Milwaukee, praising her for starting a program to help students get to college, before recalling the challenges President Barack Obama faced when he took office. The crowd cheered as Mrs. Obama talked about restoring the economy and overhauling the health care system. [,,,]
“[A]ssigned to cover Michelle Obama’s speech today and was told by a Mary Burke aide and one for the White House that I could not speak to the people in the crowd. To say that I was creeped out is an understatement. This is what reporters do in America: we speak to people,” Kissinger posted. “At least that’s how I’ve been doing things — at all kinds of political events — since 1979.”
Kissinger wrote that reporters and photographers were cordoned off during the event.
“Reporters and photographers were cordoned off in a central area with chairs and tables. Several people in the crowd asked if they could have extra chairs reserved for the media — but reporters were initially forbidden from handing them over. Eventually, some of the Burke staff gave the extra chairs to attendees,” Kissinger reported.
So Kissinger was “creeped out.” Yet there is no indication that she or any other reporter did anything but obey.
How desperate the longings for a royal dynasty to rule America —
Video of Chelsea Clinton and Marc Mezvinsky leaving the hospital with their newborn daughter apparently reminds CNN anchor Erin Burnett of when the Duke and Duchess of Cambridge went before cameras outside a London hospital before taking home their newborn son Prince George last year.
Burnett made the remark towards the end of her program while narrating video footage of the couple exiting a New York City hospital with Bill and Hillary Clinton just steps behind them.
ERIN BURNETT: Just moments ago, Chelsea Clinton and her new baby girl Charlotte, left the hospital. Charlotte was born Friday at Lennox Hill in New York City. Chelsea, her husband Marc Mezvinsky, and Charlotte were closely trailed by Chelsea’s parents, as you can see the former President of the United States and the former secretary of state. Chelsea is Bill and Hillary Clinton’s only child. Charlotte is their first grandchild. This is sort of like, you know, kind of reminds of the whole Kate and William moment. I mean, isn’t it even the same dress?
Why yes, just the same, don’t you think?
Geez, guys, when did the last “workplace violence” include beheading?
That was no accident and has everything to do with Islamism. Can anyone point to any murder by beheading that does not have a connection with Islam?
Barry, Himself, is always blameless …
On 60 Minutes, the president faulted his spies for failing to predict the rise of ISIS. There’s one problem with that statement: The intelligence analysts did warn about the group.
Nearly eight months ago, some of President Obama’s senior intelligence officials were already warning that ISIS was on the move. In the beginning of 2014, ISIS fighters had defeated Iraqi forces in Fallujah, leading much of the U.S. intelligence community to assess they would try to take more of Iraq.
But in an interview that aired Sunday evening, the president told 60 Minutes that the rise of the group now proclaiming itself a caliphate in territory between Syria and Iraq caught the U.S. intelligence community off guard. Obama specifically blamed James Clapper, the current director of national intelligence: “Our head of the intelligence community, Jim Clapper, has acknowledged that, I think, they underestimated what had been taking place in Syria,” he said.
Reached by The Daily Beast after Obama’s interview aired, one former senior Pentagon official who worked closely on the threat posed by Sunni jihadists in Syria and Iraq was flabbergasted. “Either the president doesn’t read the intelligence he’s getting or he’s bullshitting,” the former official said.
“The United Nations has become a global platform for anti-semitism and the destruction of of the Jewish State” [Darleen Click]
Kevin Williamson to Lena Dunham: “We really, truly, sincerely do not wish to be involved in your sex life.” [Darleen Click]
Every paragraph is a spot-on take down of the perpetually puerile Dunham and her “5 reasons to Vote”:
Our national commitment to permanent, asinine, incontinent juvenility, which results in, among other things, a million or so abortions a year, is not entirely unrelated to the cultural debasement that is the only possible explanation for the career of Lena Dunham. A people mature enough to manage the relationship between procreative input and procreative output without recourse to the surgical dismemberment of living human organisms probably would not find much of interest in the work of Miss Dunham. But we are a nation of adult children so horrified by the prospect of actual children that we put one in five of them to death for such excellent reasons as the desire to fit nicely into a prom dress.
It’s not for nothing that, on the precipice of 30, Miss Dunham is famous for a television series called Girls rather than one called Women. She might have gone one better and called it Thumbsuckers. (The more appropriate title Diapers would terrify her demographic.)
Miss Dunham, reflecting celebrity culture at large, makes a fetish of voting, and it is easy to see why: Voting is the most shallow gesture of citizenship there is, the issuance of a demand — a statement that “this is how the world should be,” as Miss Dunham puts it — imposing nothing in the way of reciprocal responsibility. Power without responsibility — Stanley Baldwin would not have been surprised that Miss Dunham and likeminded celebrities think of voting in terms of their sex lives. Miss Dunham, in an earlier endorsement of Barack Obama, compared voting in the presidential election to losing one’s virginity — you want it to be someone special. Understood that way, voting is nothing other than a reiteration of the original infantile demand: “I Want!” [...]
[F]or Miss Dunham et al., this isn’t a question of citizenship — it’s a therapeutic matter. Voting, she promises, will offer “a sense of accomplishment,” knowledge that one has done the right thing, even “joy.” But checking a box is the most trivial accomplishment imaginable; having done so is no guarantee that one has done the right thing, inasmuch as voters routinely make bad decisions for evil reasons; and one suspects that Miss Dunham means something different and less by “joy” than did, say, Beethoven or Walt Whitman. “I wore fishnets and a little black dress to vote,” she writes, “then walked around with a spring in my slinky step. It lasted for days. I can summon it when I’m blue. It’s more effective than exercise or ecstasy or cheesecake.” And that of course is the highest purpose of our ancient constitutional order: to provide adult children with pleasures exceeding those of cheesecake or empathogenic phenethylamines. [...]
Those of us who have been working against various mandates imposed by the Affordable Care Act are as a matter of fact attempting to extricate ourselves from involvement in Lena Dunham’s sex life, the details of which we would gratefully leave to her own idiosyncratic management. It is the so-called Affordable Care Act that has involved us in subsidizing birth control, abortifacients, surgical abortions, and who knows what else, for the strong, powerful, self-actualized American woman who cannot figure out how to walk into Walgreens, lay down the price of a latte, and walk out with her own birth-control pills, no federal intervention necessary. The very conservative editors of this magazine are in fact trying to make it easier for them to do so with over-the-counter birth control. I suspect that Miss Dunham does not know very many conservatives, so allow me to pass along the message: We really, truly, sincerely do not wish to be involved in your sex life.
I would like to suggest, as gently as I can, that if you are voting as an act of self-gratification, if you do not understand the role that voting in fact plays in a constitutional republic, and if you need Lena Dunham to tell you why and how you should be voting — you should not vote. If you get your politics from actors and your news from television comedians — you should not vote. There’s no shame in it, your vote is statistically unlikely to affect the outcome of an election, and there are many much more meaningful ways to serve your country and your fellow man: Volunteer at a homeless shelter; join the Marine Corps; become a nun; start a business.
And maybe think about acting like men and women rather than boys and Girls.
Read the whole thing.
It’s all she has. She’s a one-trick pony, or something.
Bless her heart.