In one of my fitful periods last night, I listened to Andrew Heaton interview Michael Malie. They were getting in to some of the nastier parts of Communism.
The folks in the LP Russia Caucus won’t say a damned thing about the actual horrors that took place in the last century.
For them, the world started 9/11/2001.
Bubuhbut there was that agreement that NATO wouldn’t expand east after German reunification!!1! No, there’s not a thing I can point to that says that, but it happened. There’s someone of questionable repute who said it, so it’s true.
Heaton is also the one who had on the spiritual leader of the NeoHips, who said that the US was behind the tribal violence in Rwanda. Listen for yourself if you’re so inclined. I mean, Edward S. Herman, the guy who coauthored Distortions At Fourth Hand.
I do kind of feel bad about not giving Heaton some money, but I am Patreon-averse after what they did to that animation cretin.
I do still try to abide by my principles, even when doing so isn’t fun.
That’s why when I go see Liz Phair in DC, I will be Soberish, because I’m not buying anything at the venue.
I think the kids’ joke punchline is “Ophelia Butts”
It’s a gray day with lots of drippage action here in one of the bluest cities in the Commonwealth of Virginia (and it’s been that way since the Yankee oppressors evacuated in the 1870s).
A bit odd watching places I used to frequent in Norfolk being covered by national reporters. Though the locaal stationss down theer have been remarkably quiet, I’m sur that Lake WAVY in P-Town hahs reappeared.
Thumbing through news in between NFL games. Really not looking forward to going to the office this week. Supposedly my access issues have been resolved so I can, you know, actually get to where I’m supposed to work without needing help.
Not going to delve too deeply into that for lots of reasons. But the entire situation has negatively affected my health pretty significantly. So maybe a trip into the District sometime this week to see my PCP.
I should not feel like this.
But, for the people who are constantly reminding people how they’ve been right about everything all the time, and claim to be in favor of fractured government, or complete absence of government, I present Libya.
Libya really hasn’t had a functioning government since the Obama Administration quietly affirmed the Muslim Brotherhood’s overthrow of Gaddafi.
There’s not been a functioning government, or even a series of cooperating governments in a while.
Jimmy Buffett has died. (For future reference if the link breaks, this is to the NY Post story I saw bout it after seeing his name trending on TwitterX)
For most people, this is a bit of a sad celebrity aside.
For me, however, it’s bringing up all sorts of thoughts, primarily, “should I try to tell my mother about this?”
This is the day after I bought tickets for my wife and I to travel down to Biloxi to see her later this year. She’s in memory care. When I can get in touch with her, it’s never a sure thing that there’ll be a coherent conversation.
There are periods of lucidity, but most of the time, if a conversation starts, it goes nowhere quickly.
So, why would this have been important to me (and her)?
My parents followed his career, and were fans. They’d started following him as he’d peek in to his, alma mater, The University of Southern Mississippi. My dad was there 1969-73. My mother was in and out as her husband was off doing things in the Army as one of the last class of Lieutenant Dans for Vietnam. (He was in Infantry Officer Basic at Fort BenningMoore when the Paris Peace Accords were signed. (His Infantry Battalion was quickly rerouted to Okinawa with the end of hostilities. This also relates back to something my cousin and I were discussing, as he wants to meet up with my wife and I when we come down this fall. I have a strong suspicion that the Po’boy shop near his house is named for a guy who purportedly called my dad a draft dodger because he went to college to be an officer instead of enlisting. My dad wanted to be like his grandfather, who’d been an Army officer during World War I.)
My dad ended up spend nearly the next quarter-century on active duty as an Army officer. I have memories of Jimmy Buffett tapes coming through tinny speakers.
My mother got on a plane for the first time in 1973 to join her fresh 2LT husband in Okinawa after the redirection.
He’s now in Arlington. She’s back in memory care in Mississippi.
Do I even bother to try and tell her about it?
I really don’t know.
The music and lifestyle with which he made a name for himself really aren’t my cup of (“tea” would be in appropriate, so put in whichever boat drink you like…).
Though there were mentions in earlier parts of his career, I didn’t care much for the Marijuana references. I still have never smoked weed, despite my time in broadcast, and having MS!)
So a puzzling day two of what should have been a four-day weekend for me. Fair winds and following sea to Mr. Buffett. I want some coffee.
One of the things I’ve been kicking around today is where, logically, an appeal to authority who can use force falls. It’s not completely the logical Argument From Authority, but appeal to someone else who can do something, forcefully, bad to you.
I am really guilty of this, professionally; we can’t do what you’re trying to do because $rule.
In the political context, however, I think there’s something further. You think X should be a violation of Y law.
What do you want the enforcers to do about it?
Carry it through to the ultimate conclusion.
You’ve snitched; you’ve called the cops, now what do you think the cops should do?
I’m wondering if taking that sort of response is really a bad tack….