Category Archives: Scribbles

Democrat assault on Trump begins

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Actually this inevitable support for the Hildabeast began earlier with a NYTimes attack on Trump, quoting a former girlfriend who subsequently disavowed the story, saying she was misquoted. Surprise, surprise. The NYTimes remains the leader of Democrat attacks on Republicans with the WaPo merely an also-ran.

UPDATE: Camile Paglia at link above: “Meanwhile, the New York Times remains mute about Bill Clinton’s long record of crude groping and grosser assaults—-not one example of which could be found to taint Trump.” Despicable journalism.

Scammers at the old folks dating site

It’s hard enough having to start over in your seventies. But when the scammers are lurking at the senior dating site…

Teresa Gulledge, so called, using the handle texasdippzberry, snared me at the Senior People Meet site, run by a Dallas outfit. I’d use her fetching picture here (complete with dimpled chin) except it’s probably someone else’s stolen for the scam only and why embarrass them? As for TG’s name, well, it’s probably phony, too.

How did I know? Well, she seemed perfectly normal. Just another Native American civil engineer widow of a Paris fashion model who was busy looking for the crown of her successful life whilst building one last offshore drilling rig and a few over-water bridges. (Are there any other kind?) And why shouldn’t she be looking, after all that?

Right up to where she wrote: “I am a total package.” For some reason I got hung up on that phrase (it sounded phony, ha!) and Googled it. Which led me to this where if you scroll down a little you will find the entire content of TG’s missive, albeit with appropriate gender changes. Gosh, Teresa, you’re a fraud.

Now all I need to do is figure out how to complain to Senior People Meet. Haven’t found a way yet. Geeze Louise, do you suppose they don’t want to know?

UPDATE:  Finally figured how to report s/he/it. Little bitty triangular sign with an exclamation mark in it at the bottom right of her profile page. That did it. Her page and fetching photo have been disappeared. Adios.

Punching holes in your bucket list

Alas, we can but mourn the passing of one Robert Hartwell Fiske, he of the Vocabula Review and an unparalleled concern for our declining language.

“I’m not sure when, precisely, Robert Fiske signed on to fight the pollution of empty jargon, idiotic euphemism, self-serving imprecision, comic redundancy and nonsense generally. He had earlier worked as a copy editor for the Addison-Wesley publishing company and then as a freelance editor. A passion for correct English at some point must have turned into an obsession. Robert was apparently obsessive in other realms: He was a weightlifter and a man who went on 10-mile treks carrying 50 pounds of bricks in a backpack.”

His Vocabula Review was far more reasonable. Have a look.

Via WSJ

Why journalism is a risky business today

Bill Bisson, commenter at WSJ: “In the last 20 hours I have learned more about ‘Prince’ than I knew about Barack Obama prior to his being elected President in 2008. The media has its priorities reversed.”

Then there was the “journalist” who recently told me he was hiding details of a major news story because they might offend some reader/viewers. And I’m not talking about Prince. Similar to how details of Obama’s life were/are suppressed, apparently because of his race.

The news media has never been pure. It’s always been a dicey business and business it has always been. But these days it seems even more inclined than before to take the easy way than the hard one. And that might be why the paper part is in persistently serious financial decline and both it and the electronic version are increasingly devoted to non-controversy.

Via WSJ

Amazon’s safe space

Hadn’t been back to view my Amazon reviews for months. Last review was on a good cat scratcher for Senor Gato. Before that, though, it was September 14, 2015, about the time Mrs. Charms’ cancer treatments were becoming seriously ineffective.

In checking the old ones out before doing a new one of Arkwright, a new Allen Steele scifi goodie, I discover Amazon has a “safe space,” a filter to automatically hide reviews of “sensitive products”—defined as anything erotic or controversial that might mean embarrassment for a reader of the reviews.

Concern for the precious little snowflake generation, in other words, readily noticeable on any college campus near you, has now come to the world’s largest retailer. Ugh.

A Christmas story, sort of

“We bluff and bluster,  seemingly in control of our little slice of life.   In reality,  every one of us is connected with invisible threads to every other human on this planet.”

The Way It Was…and now it isn’t

Good stuff from Andy at MyOldRV

Yeats channeling the future

“Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;

Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,

The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere

The ceremony of innocence is drowned;

The best lack all conviction, while the worst

Are full of passionate intensity.”

William Butler Yeats channeling Wormtongue (our Barry Hussein), long before his earness’s birth.

Via Miriam’s Ideas.