Memorial Day 2016

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The battleship Texas with San Jacinto monument on the right. And my guys.

When you hear some unthinking person wish everyone a “Happy Memorial Day,” what’s really being said is “Happy Dead Soldier Day.” T’ain’t kosher, is it Mrs Pursel?

Obama’s benign Hiroshima speech

Much as I dislike His Earness for other reasons, I have to say that his Hiroshima speech, transcribed here by the NYTimes, isn’t bad at all—assuming the transcription is accurate. He preached against war in general and nukes in particular. Who could argue with that?

“Some day,” he said, “the voices of the hibakusha [bomb survivors] will no longer be with us to bear witness. But the memory of the morning of Aug. 6, 1945, must never fade. That memory allows us to fight complacency. It fuels our moral imagination. It allows us to change.”

The usual crazies have portrayed the speech as pandering to Japan’s old warlords and glossing over their attack on Pearl Harbor. I don’t see it. Nor the Daily Wire’s “one of the most repulsive speeches in American history.” It’s hardly that.

The Wall Street Journal had it right (so to speak): “In solemn comments, Mr. Obama neither apologized for nor justified the U.S. atomic bombs dropped both here and in Nagasaki that killed more than 200,000 people, and instead focused on a nonnuclear future, seeking to avoid inflaming passions on either side of the Pacific.”

It’s ludicrous, even harmful, for a politician’s opponents to misrepresent his benign actions when there are malignant ones worthy of whacking.

Why Trump Will Win

“It is widely assumed that Mrs. Clinton will pay no price for misbehavior because the Democratic president’s Justice Department is not going to proceed with charges against the likely Democratic presidential nominee.

“This is what everyone thinks, and not only because they watch ‘Scandal.’ Because they watch the news.

“That is the civic decadence they want to see blown up. And there’s this orange-colored bomb . . .”

Go get ’em, Donald T. Pee all over the Hildabeast and her likely veeper Pocahontas, the faux indian. You’ve got nothing to lose and a presidency to win.

Via WSJ

Rule 5: The Clitoris

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Muslim men. So savage. So retarded. So insecure.

The Medicare loophole

Our health care insurance provider (that’s a mouthful) notifies me that they won’t consider a recent claim for a doctor visit that produced a prescription for antibiotics for a minor, but painful, infection. Unless they have a copy of my medical summary on the case from Medicare.

And if they don’t hear from me on this in 45 days they will cancel the claim. Hey bozos, it’s been 90 days since I submitted an application to Medicare for Part B of their glorious “benefits” and I have heard exactly NOTHING.

Moreover, I learned the other day that if a doc-in-the-box doesn’t take Medicare, get this: Under federal rules (oh, goody, more rules) Medicare folks like me aren’t allowed to pay for health care services with a credit card at places that don’t take Medicare. I’m a prisoner of Medicare. Any wonder I’m a budding Libertarian?

Unfriended

Facebook is a huge time suck and, near as I can tell, worth neither the time nor the suck. Our pal Mr. Goon (who uses another alias on FB) seems to enjoy it. He posts there a few dozen times every day.

An old girlfriend of mine from high school posts at least a hundred times a day. She claims to be married. I hope she’s a widow because otherwise her husband is a Facebook widower. There are such things.

Anyhow, she’s of the liberal (read leftist, though liberals seldom admit to leftism) persuasion so she doesn’t hit the like button on mine very often. But I try to mix the politics up with jokes about cats and so she does occasionally. When she does I feel the need to respond in kind. Then I run across all the usual leftist crap about greedy corporations, lying Republicans and how we need more rules and taxes for another deserving something or other.

And, lately, a big push for the Hildabeast for president. Eww.

So eww that the last time I visited and saw another Hildabeast promo I couldn’t help myself. I wrote “Slick Willie’s cuckold” in the comments. Bam! The old girlfriend replied: “Are you beyond help?” Before I could respond she unfriended me. Can’t get into her place anymore.

No big loss. She wasn’t much of a girlfriend, either. Oh, I liked her plenty when I was eighteen. Then I grew up.

Got your towel?

I have mine. After all, this is Towel Day all over the galaxy. Not to mention the known universe. Not sure about the 11 extra dimensions. Or whether our reptilian overlords (see Infowars) are going to allow it or quash it. We shall see.

Via Simon Thomas Gentle (a disguise rare readers hereabouts will recognize.)