There will be an answer

Hey y’all. I’m finally getting some things out of my head, but there’s so much — because it’s been a while since I wrote anything here — I’m afraid it’s going to be jumbled and nonsensical. But then — Who are we kidding? — that precedent has been set. So here goes…

Not to start off on a downer note, but I’ve been wondering lately if something might not be really wrong with me. I seem incapable of just shutting up and plastering that American Beauty smile on my head and eating a ton of shit to be “happy” in a relationship and have the “perfect” life. I’m starting to believe those women who call all that stuff being “patient” and “loving” when it has always seemed to me their efforts were more about being manipulative to get the things they want. Which is a little bit the opposite of loving. But, as I said, something may be really wrong with me, I don’t know. I’ve been crying about it a lot lately. Just because it’s confusing, not really because it makes me sad. Awwww, I know. I’ll work it out.

Irregardlessly (great word, yes? Thanks Dave.), I’ll be back in Georgia here shortly. Leaving tomorrow morning sometime — at least that’s the plan — and will be hanging out back at the old stomping grounds in Athens for the UGA/Auburn game. The insignificance of such an event to the vast majority of people is not lost on me. But there’s a family mentality to it that’s hard to explain. I can be going for a run in DC, wearing one of my UGA shirts, and someone will slow down in their car, roll the window down and yell “Go Dawgs!” at me. I recently reconnected with an old friend — someone I haven’t talked to in many years — who lives in Texas now. But at the end of one of our conversations I mentioned heading back to Athens for the weekend and he signed off with a “Go Dawgs!”. Football people get this kind of thing I guess. Anyway, it’s a positive and I’m looking forward to it taking my mind off that other stuff, the stuff where I feel like I might be broken or strange in some way for wanting to — man, this is going to sound pretentious — live authentically. Let me throw some dirt on that: live with as little bullshit in my life as possible. Dreaming that impossible dream I guess…In my head I keep hearing that woman I know say, “Now, let’s keep some perspective…” to justify giving the go-ahead to do shitty things to get the good stuff (good stuff is defined there by the individual. Our shitty things are unique to us).

But the game draws me South, and I’m wondering where the UGA team that annihilated Kentucky was against Florida. Mason made beautiful tosses last week, and the defense seemed to understand how to stop the run. Maybe Kentucky’s just that much worse than Florida, but I don’t think so. Anyway, no sense dwelling on it. It’s just good to see them again. There was a lot of Richt hating following the Florida game — which did pretty much knock us out of National Championship contention — but then a friend of mine posted a brilliant screed from one of his friends about how ridiculous all that is. I won’t repurpose it here, but the main points were 1) Richt is the best coach Georgia has ever had, and very likely will go down as one of the best in the game before it’s over. The only thing he lacks is a National Championship. And the fat lady hasn’t even started humming yet on that one. And 2) he’s so good, in fact, that he has made the fan base a whiny, demanding, spoiled child who doesn’t even remember what mediocrity feels like. And I couldn’t agree more. So the tribe is heading South to test the theory. Right now I have a full car, including a dog. I have no idea how it’ll all play out, but it’ll be interesting…

Okay then, I could talk work — there’s some stuff happening that I’m learning to negotiate — but I think I’ll keep that one close to the vest and just talk news of the day instead. Because hey, turns out the country was pretty sick of being lied to and manipulated and treated like children. Weird, right? The bigger flip in the midterms is what happened in the state legislatures and the governor’s races. I mean Maryland and Illinois both elected Republican governors. Let that sink in…I’m not sure what this means for the 2016 Presidential race — I have some theories — but I know this: Progressivism is a loser at present. Sure there are still the low-info voters who might be sold (and, oddly, they look a lot like the upper middle class white kids from suburbia), but the Twerps of the world turned out to back a really dysfunctional and pretty ineffective view of leadership. Speaking of the Twerp — and here’s hoping this is the last time I speak of him ever — he made a comment to me after the 2012 Presidential election, in his charming and kind way, that “If you can’t find something to be happy about in the next four years, that’s on you!”

Hey Twerp…I’m pretty happy now after the shellacking your sorry ideology took recently. In fact, I’m smiling thinking about how you felt about it. Because of this. And this. And oh my goodness, this. And, the best for last, this. That last one of course because of the love letters. You know about the love letters, right? Anyway, I feel like I should thank you. Knowing you was so instructive and completely solidified exactly what kinds of things result from that aforementioned American Beauty smile.

Other things…

Well, at risk of just carrying the downer on into perpetuity, was anyone seriously confused that these guys were working hard to be players? They’ve been suffering from a Napoleon complex for pretty much ever. So, we’ve helped them step into the spotlight. Hurray. Oh, you question that we helped them? Wonder no more.

I know my mother wants to see me write about Gruber. All I can really say — and I said this to her over the phone — is that the man speaks the truth. They do think the rest of the world is stupid. He admitted it and got caught, although I don’t know how much he actually thinks he did something wrong. Because he’s a dick. Period.

Okay, besides, this and this, I’m going to leave things there. Except I want to weigh in on the great rendition of Fortunate Son at the Concert for Valor — people, music is best when it’s free and unfettered. It is sometimes the best of the First Amendment. Can it change hearts and minds? Yes. But lest we start burning books like the freakin’ Nazis, in the words of the great Paul McCartney, let it be.

I climbed up a mountain this weekend. It was marvelous.

I climbed up a mountain this weekend. It was marvelous.

Howdy. Once again, I’ve no excuse for not updating this space more frequently. I think it may be related to making sure I’m clear on what exactly I want to put down, which is a bit of a different approach than I’ve taken in the past. Writing here has been useful in helping me figure out what I think and feel about what’s going on in my life or in the news or in whatever other thing is shining at the time. But something happened — the process shifted and now much of that “figuring out” happens in my head and I’m not as eager — or perhaps I’m better at something — to use the process of writing to formulate and solidify my thoughts. Now, my thoughts are formed before I start and the challenge comes in writing about them coherently and without bitterness or overindulgence. “Treat those two imposters just the same.” Anyway, here are a few thoughts and perhaps I’ll be a little more proactive in the future. But then, there are other places I write…

First things: strangest, weirdest experience. I got the check in the mail over the weekend from that client that hired me to ghostwrite, then tired to weasel out of paying me. And, because one of the last things this person said to me in trying to justify the con was, “I expected better work from you, frankly”, I had this bizarre psychological moment where I actually felt like I DIDN’T DESERVE THE MONEY. How’s that for messing with someone’s head? Same thing happened some time ago when someone I know but a little accused me of basically dropping their name to get ahead. For a half a second – even though I knew my intention was to connect them with someone working on a project that could benefit my acquaintance — I actually believed the suggestion I was going against EVERYTHING I AM AND HAVE ALWAYS BEEN. I don’t care about that name-droppy stuff or who the hell you think you are. Never have and never will. But nice ego you have there. Must be heavy. You should set it down, take a load off, and relax. Also, not for nothing, but the people I’d like to take me seriously very likely don’t care about that stuff either (at least I hope they don’t); and, even if they did, my association with you may not be considered a plus. So, I mean really, just check yourself.

Okay, to bust this stuff out so I can walk up the street and have a beer with my buddies while watching some of this baseball game…Hopefully the next time we talk it’ll be in celebratory terms because those midterms will have everyone breathing a sigh of relief. Till then, stuff and things:

The new Dem meme is this notion that “trickle down” economics didn’t work. I mentioned on Twitter the other day that this was a ludicrous argument, primarily because it always has worked when it’s been embraced, and this idea that it hasn’t hinges on this ridiculous notion that somehow George W. Bush (who had to fund a war) and Barack Obama were STILL TRYING IT. Jesus. And then, I found this. So, “trickle down” was a pejorative, huh? These people are fascinating. From here on in I’ll be sure to only refer to “supply side” economics.

What’s the name of that book? Oh yeah, The Confederacy of Dunces. I mean, come on. And really, if Solyndra has never made much sense to you, read McCarthy’s piece. It’s remarkable how easy the lie came.

Well I mean, yeah. The question is: when does that start becoming a federal crime? Then we’ll know we have a problem.

Speaking of firepower.

But voter fraud is crazy talk…

Journalists, it’s on you if you don’t understand why their model is only to be taken very lightly and never emulated in hard reporting. When you get busted for reporting garbage because you think Buzzfeed is anything more than entertainment, there’ll be little sympathy.

Oh…okay, then. I know my pops was about my age when his business began, and then it took some years to really flourish. He keeps telling me to be patient.

Funny thing happens when you don’t freak out. Things can sometimes change for the better.

Gorgeous. I see things like this and I do feel that thing that only men of faith and astronomers feel all the time: the cohesive thread of humanity.

The McConnaissance continues. I love the movie Fool’s Gold. Love it. Go away with your criticism.

Where curse words come from.

Possibly one of the greatest concert reviews ever written, and I wish I had been the one to create it. There is so much really fine country music out there it’s beyond me why this stuff — it’s fine, just really saccharine — rises to the top.

Ha, Christian Bale is pretty mercurial his own damn self. I’m sure the movie will be good. And what he’s saying is worth debating. The ability to remain objective and still retain your belief is a remarkable skill.

My foot twinges the further we go into the year…

Been watching a lot of Pacino lately. This is one of his best speeches, and that’s saying something. But I do like the thrust of this scene. I believe every word of it.

I learned something about myself recently: When confronted with a situation where someone is condescending while attempting to stiff me out of payment for good, timely work (and telling me that work is subpar but that they’re still going to use it), it takes everything in me not to go straight up, chicken neck ATL, Southern accent, Reese Witherspoon in Sweet Home Alabama, “Aw Hell Naw!” on them. It’s a tremendous battle of wills between my finer self and the little girl who took off her shoes the minute she walked outside to play, despite her mother’s repeated disappointment in such behavior. And even though I grew up inside the Atlanta Perimeter, there were pine trees everywhere. Pine trees = pine cones. My feet were tough. And that’s a metaphor, in case you need it spelled out.

Anyway, a few minutes after learning that, I came to another realization: there are some personality types that lend themselves to hiring a ghost writer to help them out of a jam. Those personality types can distinguish between poor writing and writing that is simply stylistically different from their own. If you cannot accept that denser paragraphs that are still grammatically correct (and I know this because the MSWord application tends to point out things like run-on sentences and poor spelling) can still be indicative of quality work (despite your tendency to write shorter sentences and paragraphs), then you should probably not hire someone to be your voice. Also, maybe, say thank you to the person who gave you 6,000 words over a period of 4 drafts and 2 weeks to save your behind, instead of threatening not to pay them and telling them how disappointed you are in their work (even though you still intend to use it). It’s the right thing to do. And, by the way, someone whose opinion I trust way more than yours got on to me today to update this space because he enjoys what I write here. He’s a pretty well-regarded guy in the field of journalism so I think I’m just going to put your criticisms behind me. You’re welcome anyway.

Speaking of Reese Witherspoon, she is the owner of one of my all time favorite dresses.

I love it so much.

I love it so much.

Okay, on to other things…

Do you really believe this Hagel? I’m serious, do you?

“We are almost done with a baseline survey to assess the vulnerability of our military’s more than 7,000 bases, installations, and other facilities. In places like the Hampton Roads region in Virginia, which houses the largest concentration of US military sites in the world, we see recurrent flooding today, and we are beginning work to address a projected sea-level rise of 1.5 feet over the next 20 to 50 years,” the report reads.

I mean it just flies in the face of any kind of tested scientific method and you’re going to be structuring our national defense strategy and spending around it? Isn’t this kind of what’s been happening with the whole Ebola thing and all the stupid spending by the NIH? At what point do our fearless leaders stop pandering to the people that got them placed in their positions, grow spines, and start thinking for themselves? Or…do you really believe this Hagel? Because this is a more significant threat to our security, and we could probably help matters by increasing our energy production. Entering the market, as it were. But, in fine ironic style, that wouldn’t be environmentally friendly.

I haven’t worked it out yet, but I think I want to write about this. I push the envelope a little with my libertarian friends, and I know that. But I feel like it’s important not to get swept up into any movement at the expense of reason.

Possibly attending this show with a friend of mine who clued me into a wonderful little deal called Fill-A-Seat. I’ll let you know what we think if we go.

Grandpa had a small orchard and a fantastic winery out in Southern Maryland. There are times I dream about making him proud and carrying on the tradition, at the very least by learning the trade. He was a seriously cool guy.

Speaking of Grandpa Dix, he was a Potomac River Rat, and his accent wasn’t terribly removed from this one. Something about the pronunciation of the vowel “o”. My friend Bay just flew himself and some friends out there and said it was pretty cool. I’m hoping he’ll take me sometime (how’s that for a hint?).

Wow. It would be hard to improve on the original movie. Jason Robards is one of the greats. But I’d see this. The book remains one of my top 5 favorites.

God bless him. The shallow is also really, really, really, really boring.

At some point, there might be something to say about all this. But no one’s ready to hear it. So I’ll wait. But I love the rationalizing and the attempts to carry the same narrative in light of new information. Man is a weird animal that isn’t all that great at negotiating the remarkable gift of reason.

And I’m out. Trying to will the Orioles to win it for their Gipper, who happens to be named Buck.

Hey, been a while. I’m adrift again people. Again. I don’t really want to talk about it but I feel like that nerd in high school who gets bullied into writing some jerk’s AP English paper and then threatened with getting their butt kicked if they ever tell anyone. It’s complicated. (It’s actually not. It’s exactly like that.) But I tell ya, if I manage to pull a Good Will Hunting (“Because f*ck him, that’s why.”) and actually weather all this nonsense and stick around and make something of myself in spite of the mean, spoiled kids, and the duplicitous “overachievers”, and the transactional (wink, wink, nudge, nudge) relationship-line-crossers, one day I may actually have a book in me. So. Many. Characters. Anyway, maybe I won’t do that at all. Maybe I’ll pack it in and go back home. But I doubt it. Because f*ck him, that’s why. And because I can see the outcomes that are ahead. And I want to be here for them. Maybe that’s a terrible reason and makes me a horrible person. But I want to be around for them when they come. And I want to sit and read about them, or see them on social media, and drink a beer, and know that some truths are unavoidable. You will reap what you sow. I’d like to see the reaping. And I will smile.

Just watched the O’s — well, followed the action online — come back in a truly stunning game to win Game #2 in the ALDS playoffs. It sometimes feels like I’m cheating on the Braves but they will always be my guys in the postseason when they go. Anyway, The Orioles look really, really good. I don’t write the Tigers off just yet — this series will go longer than 4 games I expect — but the O’s are playing like gods. It makes me happy.

Makes sense to me. Psychologists have discovered that if you’re a jerk, you expect the world to behave like jerks. I’ve recently had a little issue with that truth pop up. I’ll be avoiding those peeps in the future. They’re a little dangerous.

This looks good.

Just had a pretty good talk with a guy friend of mine about this. I’ve lived with boyfriends. I wouldn’t do it again without an engagement ring. My friend agreed (!) Just seems like a good way to get lost in what is ultimately the illusion of commitment. Also, I do think it puts pressure on a married couple to live together first. I don’t care what the recent research says.


Ha, pretty much. What a dirtbag.

Okay I’m going home. I’m tired and I want my dog. Maybe football tomorrow will make things seem a little brighter. Every day’s a new day right? Y’all be good.

Friday Thought Dump

Hey. Finally sitting down to have a beer and do a little writing, and watching the Nats/Braves and O’s/Blue Jays games simultaneously. My Braves have good things ahead, but they just decided this wasn’t their year. They still could conceivably pull a wildcard out of their behinds, but they’re not playing like they want it so I’m not banking on it. Also, the Pirates are. And that’s okay because it is really exciting to watch these two local teams get into the post season excitement. The Orioles are a seriously badass team. I don’t think the Nats have the chops and, frankly, I will enjoy watching their fans join the true fan club, the one that requires your loyalty despite breaking your heart. I just want to see if they have it in them. But I’m pulling for the O’s all the way.

I bought a hat.

So much so I bought a hat.

So, October should have some good baseball. And I do love good baseball. That O’s team reminds me the early 90s Braves team. I was fortunate enough to get to see a lot of their post-season play at the Ted for several seasons and, seriously, if you like the game, there’s nothing more exciting and amazing than pennant races and World Series games. Go to the stadium if you can Nats and O’s fans. It’s such a great experience. Happy for you both. (But more the O’s.)

[Wrote that a few days ago...today starts here. I am pleased with my hat purchase though.]

Alright, I figured something out and I’ll be brief but it was something of an epiphany so I’m going to mention it. I’m truly sorry, some dudes, for not understanding I’m supposed to be a high maintenance witch and get mad and peace out when you do something rotten. I just figure people screw up so I don’t automatically beat a path when someone acts like a jerk. I’ll just try to talk it out. And I like this sort of philosophy of life. I’m sort of discovering now that I’m expected to get indignant. Sigh. Okay. But please don’t think I’m cool about things because I don’t care. I do care. That’s how I show it. Also, you guys are exhausting.

Okay, it’s been a while since I posted anything and I’ve hoarded a bunch of links, but many of them are no longer even interesting to me so I’m tossing several. The following are things that are still crazy after all these years. Or something.

My Pops and I — as we do — have been talking politics when I call home and he made a statement recently about the prospect of Romney running again that was maybe not flattering, but maybe not inaccurate. He said that Romney would be a great peace time President but lacks the strength to be a war time President. Pops likes Perry for his strength, he says. I’m starting to understand why.

I know things have gotten weird, but I defy this kind of thinking. Resigning oneself to the madness of man almost requires a decision to abandon hope. I refuse to do that.

This was a good read on what I agree is an effort to cause damage to the game of football, at all levels of play. It’s no secret that the NFL has some problems, but I think for the most part those problems have to do with the way football players are seen as entertainers rather than men. It’s one reason I like this idea of college football programs working to develop the man inside the athlete. Like my beloved UGA. It’s an important concept, one the boys I know seem to get really mad at me for because it means we might not win EVERY GAME. OR A NATIONAL CHAMPIONSHIP. I get it guys. I do. But read the stories from classmates of Ray Rice at college if you want to know why it matters.

On that topic, I recently was fortunate enough to hear George Allen speak at a meeting I attended and he — because he can — talked a bit about the Redskins logo controversy and pointed out two facts I did not actually know: the logo was designed by a member of the Blackfeet Nation; and the Navajo Nation has a football team on their reservation in Arizona and the team’s name is, well, you know. I mean, be offended if you want I guess.

Stole the following quote from a very liberal person I follow on Twitter. I re-read it frequently so that I remember there are people who are so self-centered they believe that what they want — here, peace — will automatically change the minds and desires of others. We can practice peace till the cows come home. I’m certain James Foley was a peaceful man.

“So many innocents died on 9/11. Let’s use this enduring loss as an opportunity to practice the value of peace.” —No US president ever

And on that subject, “But now, in the wake of the wars in Iraq and Afghanistan, it is the U.S. that seems to be yearning for an escape from the burdens of power and a reprieve from the tragic realities of human existence.”

Pops took me to task not long ago from comparing NATO to the League of Nations. He said because it was tied to a treaty, it was a different beast. But I’m with George Will. Perhaps it can be rebuilt as a useful group representative of just more than a few countries. Is that a good thing, though?

Hey, y’all be cool this weekend. Let’s talk soon.

A change of shoes

Hi! Heading to the Shenandoah here shortly to this marvelous event, so I have about 10 minutes to crank this out. But I needed to clear my head of a few things and, as per usual, this is how that works.

Serious question: since when did all running shoes become lit with the unholy light of Day-Glo? Oh, some of you may be unfamiliar with the term. I forget, I’m getting older. Marketed as paint in the 60s, it was obnoxiously bright pain that shone under black light. The term came to refer to any electrically bright color, of which the 80s had a lot. And now it’s back, and in all the running shoes. Sigh. Have never liked it. I’m pretty much a Nike running shoe purist, but went with Saucony this time because my retinas were threatened by the only Nike trail running shoes at my local sporting goods store. But even the Saucony shoes look like this:

They worked a little Day-Glo in. It's apparently the law.

They worked a little Day-Glo in. It’s apparently the law.

Anyway, I hope it’s a short-lived trend. But I’m seeing it everywhere again. And my eyes hurt.

Okay, other things, and probably not too intense because I’m time crunching…

I’m sort of — in a very weird way — glad I don’t have much to offer anyone at the moment. Because at least I know if someone wants to be around me, it’s because they like me, not my stuff or what I can give them or get them. I know people are together for a lot of different reasons, and I’m not judging what works for others, but I don’t think I’d like that. And I don’t think those situations last very long. Not happily anyway. And I gotta say, when a woman you know tells you that she knows how to handle her husband when he wants to talk back to her and not get in line: “I’ll just f*ck someone else if he’s not careful”, it’ll mess you up a bit. I’m tired of couples like that, and I’m tired of that kind of disrespect for finding someone who’ll put up with your sh*t. Once again reminded of that scene in the Sabrina remake where Sabrina chats with lifelong bachelor and business magnate Linus about marriage:

You probably don’t believe in marriage.

Linus Larrabee:
Yes I do. That’s why I never got married.

Also, as an aside, what is it with the 20 somethings these days? I swear to God they are so mean to each other. It seems to be how they relate. They can’t express an interest or affection for something without it being criticized by their peers, often their significant other. And they have zero self-deprecation — they are all AWESOME! But we pretty much know why that is: everyone gets a trophy and the internet is your own celebrity stage. Jesus Christ they’re annoying. Which reminds me…

On the subject of the millennials, a wonky political pundit I know casually made some comment the other day challenging the millennials to be as unnecessarily paranoid about Iraq as we were apparently in 1991 and 2003. Because, ostensibly, we have nothing to fear. Come on man. You can quibble over the fact that it wasn’t Iraq — although I believe the funding and ideology flowed pretty heavily out of the region — but let’s not act like there’s nothing to see here. It’s irresponsible and kind of juvenile.

And on the subject of NATO — I’m still curious as to why joining up with a world “police force” is better than just acting on our own. I honestly don’t like the precedent it sets. But then it’s pretty much what this President has always had in mind. Just a reminder: The League of Nations was a failure. And I have a feeling Putin’s somewhere grinning.

One of the scariest characters written in my opinion, in a very good and very creepy book. And he’ll be amazing.

Makes me think of the Twerp, who was an avowed atheist to impress his friends and get back at his mom for making him be Catholic. God what a complete drag that guy was. Anyone that smirks at your need to believe or makes fun of how stupid you are for having faith in anything is a miserable f*cker.

Still getting a handle on this guy, and this is an old one from a writer I love. Also, it speaks to this weird thing we export: extreme shallowness.

Anyone who interviews other people for a living needs to read this.

Well, I’m closing out baseball season next week with a trip to see the Braves at Nats Stadium with my friend Ronnie Tuesday, and then up to Baltimore with Jason to see the O’s play the Yanks Friday. I’m hoping to see both teams in the post season — the O’s have it clinched, the Braves might get a wildcard slot. But it’s been a good year for both teams, so I’m satisfied.

Okay, I’m out. Y’all be good this weekend and watch some football. I’m still in my survivor group. Hooray!

Keep cruisin’


Finally writing. I’ve been trying to get this out for about 2 weeks but it never really coalesced to the point it made any sense in my head. But, in light of the already infamous jet out to play golf upon expressing mild discomfort over the public 7 minutes of beheading, some coalescing has occurred. I’m about to get all Mr. Smith goes to Washington on you, so fair warning…

I knew when I moved to Washington, DC, in some far-off, detached way, that people here did things for reasons that were more self-serving than anything I’d likely seen before. And I’ll be straight up honest: you don’t have friends in this town if you’re unwilling to accept this reality. Recently I made a statement about loyalty to a group of friends and said something, in defense of a friend, that defending him was what you were supposed to do for your friends. The look I got was one similar to a shock back into a world where these concepts existed. It’s not that people are bad, just that they’ve adapted to their environment and it’s a very hard thing to stand outside of the group. Trust me, because I know. If you stand outside the group, you don’t get the things they can give you, or get pushed up the ladder, or belong to the club, or whatever it is you might need. There’s this weird fake elitism — fake because it’s not really born of excellence — that’s really all about fitting in. Seriously, DC is a giant high school. It’s very strange. A giant den of solipsistic teenagers that fret over what to wear and if so-and-so is going to be at the party, or if they’re going to get a bad grade at work tomorrow for showing up late and with a hangover. And anything real — like a man with a serious job getting his head sawed off — flits in for a minute and the requisite sad faces appear. But only until it’s time to hit the fundraiser after work. Then the smiles light the rooms again.

And all that’s okay when you’re talking social groups, drinking buddies, ladies’ day with the kids, or some other relatively innocuous event or group. But here’s the rub: it’s not okay when you’re talking about the advancement of an ideology that saws mens’ heads off and tells you there will be more where that came from. It’s not okay to give a frowny emoticon and then skip out on the golf cart for a long day on the links. It’s the behavior of a spoiled child living in a man’s world. And, while I am surrounded by people who share the brief outrage and nothing more, I suspect that, one a deeper fundamental level, people really are kind of sick of it. It’s exhausting having to play a game of charades all the time and act like you’re charmed when inside you’re sort of disgusted and annoyed (I think Morning Joe showed best what happens when you just can’t stand to act anymore). Because the deal is this, and I think I’ve been around long enough to say this: the false elitism fails every time. It fails in small ways and in very large and scary ways. The thing these guys (and girls) are best at is self-promotion. They spend most of their time doing that rather than actually accomplishing the things they run off at the mouth about, and they will flash shiny things in your face and talk about their accomplishments in perpetuity. Until the real results are examined, either by comparison to their peers (usually information not easily offered up) or just as a standalone result (Benghazi), the idea is to sell the narrative of excellence. But these are not the kind of people you want running things when times get tough because, as mentioned, their real skill is the art of self-promotion and, sorry to be hokey, razzle-dazzle. They will present their accomplishments as if they are the only ones capable of the feat, when in actuality, there are others — usually many — doing the same thing, and very often, a whole lot better. But these hucksters rely on the naive for their immediate ego boost and to then go tell the story far and wide in exaggerated terms. It’s a sad little game. And it often is the last refuge of those so desperate for power they misunderstand their limitations and fail to recognize the things they actually do excel at.

Since it’s all about Iowa leading into the midterms, that guy Braley seems to be an example of all this. Maybe there’s hope for him to get back to his humble beginnings — you can live well and wealthy and still be humble. You guys know that, right? — and if there is, good for him. Maybe someone can lead him that direction. But his prissy statements about law degrees and advanced degrees got me to thinking: Nearly all of my siblings have college degrees, several of us even have secondary degrees — I have a master’s for example. My younger brother is pursing a law degree as we speak. Does this mean that my father — who does not have an advanced degree — is no longer to be listened to? Because he’s a shitload smarter than either Daniel or myself when it comes to a great many things. That comes from 70 plus years of business and life experience. It’s this kind of thing on steroids, and I do believe, because this false superiority is such a failure, people have had it up their eyeballs with it. My Pops and I had a pretty good talk recently about a lot of different things and he said, “Let me tell you something, the next president we have is going to have to be extraordinarily strong because they will be making unbelievably difficult decisions about putting people in harm’s way. They’re not going to like the job.” And presumably that means they won’t be afforded the opportunity to hit the golf course at a moment’s notice because while we’re controlling the panic, the world has gotten a great deal more dangerous. And I don’t want someone leading who thinks that they know more about anything because they sucked up to their professors long enough to get the degree. And I speak with authority on that having witnessed it personally for three years. And this is what we face, like it or not. Also, which is it? Are they an imminent threat or aren’t they? Ollie North on the news right now talking about IS and their passports to the West…

Anyway, there’s a general feeling of being over it, to use the vernacular. Your stunning ability to talk about how great you are hasn’t really translated into you ACTUALLY being great.

Also, just for fun, there’s this. Because we’ve got the world’s respect right now. Clearly.  (Very likely because the Chinese also don’t care where you went to law school).

At some point I want to get back into this. Because it seems to me that Assad did some bad things and I’m not sure an “alliance” with him is a very good thing. But I get the strategy I guess. Strange bedfellows. Because I’m fairly certain we were arming who we thought were “good” Syrians to help fight Assad and ended up causing a huge problem in the process. Is that why we’re helping him now? Because we basically caused the problem? And are we sure these weapons are going to the Kurds? Because we don’t have the best track record with oversight.

And here might be the reasons why. Read the whole thing, it’s stunning.

Which brings us to the deepest level of Obama’s hell, which is his anti-American foreign policy. When Obama was re-elected in 2012, the very first thought I had was this: A lot of people are going to be dead because of this election. How disastrously right I was. Since their assault on George Bush and their sabotage of the war in Iraq, Obama and the Democrats have forged a power vacuum in Europe and even more dramatically in the Middle East, which nasty characters have predictably entered with ominous implications for the future security of all Americans.

Take one aspect of this epic default: Obama’s lack of response to the slaughter of Christians in Palestine, Egypt and Iraq. Hundreds of thousands of Christians have been slaughtered and driven from their homes in Iraq – over half a million by some counts. This is the oldest Christian community in the world dating back to the time of Christ. What was Obama’s response to this atrocity until a group of Yazvidi along with the Christians were trapped on a mountain side, and politics dictated he had to make some gesture. His response was to do and say nothing. Silence. Even his statement announcing minimal action to save the Yazvidi and the Christians mentioned the Christians once in passing while devoting a paragraph to the obscure Yazvidi.

What this unfeeling and cold response to the slaughter of Christians tells us is that Obama is a pretend Christian just the way he is a pretend American. What he is instead is a world class liar. That is because his real agendas are anti-American, anti-Christian, and anti-Jewish, and obviously and consistently pro America’s third world adversaries to whom he is always apologizing and whom he is always appeasing. Obama lies about his intentions and policies because he couldn’t survive politically if he told the truth…

Speaking of, this is fairly easy to believe. The tragedy is that we in this country have afforded them the power to do this kind of thing. Why would you empower the vengeful?

Two related pieces from The Federalist. You can feel okay about it if that helps you sleep at night. But be very careful because if you rationlize long enough, you wind up here.

Yeah, I don’t see the magic either. They seem to be okay when deconstructing history — even though even that seems a bit revisionist — but they’re tragic at current events.

Okay, I my or may not have been listening to that new Taylor Swift song over and over again. It’s really good. And I have a free dance class tonight so I can take all my moves to the studio.

This looks very, very promising. I’m legitimately excited about a television show. That’s somewhat rare…

One of my favorite books as a child. Also shows promise.

And speaking of those tech skills, there are other lucrative applications for you out there gamers…

Okay, okay good then.

Reminds me of the twerp. Who I’m pretty sure I saw picture of recently, and he was wearing a neon yellow shirt, the same color my 7 year old nephews are crazy about. Because that’s entirely appropriate that he would pick up on the fashion trends of children.

Can get behind this.

This guys has an interesting, very sexy voice.

Heh, just made me laugh. Thanks Cat.



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