Monthly Archives: December 2018

Recharging

Thanks to the idiot president* the news hasn’t slowed down over the holidays but I’ve slow walked my punditry. The pace of events this year has been exhausting and, unlike Reddy Kilowatt, I’m not wired to keep going 24-7-365. I pulled the plug on following presidential* antics as closely as usual on Christmas day. I see no reason to plug back in until 2019.

What have I missed? The casual cruelty of the Insult Comedian and his minions regarding “illegal aliens.”  Two children died while detained by the Department of Homeland Insecurity. The Trump regime’s response has been to blame the victims and Democrats. Congressman Peter King’s response has been to praise the government’s safety record. I believe King also praised the Provisional IRA’s safety record during the Troubles.

The Trump government shutdown continues apace. To everyone’s surprise, the president* has stayed at the White House instead of decamping to Mar a Lago. This is his idea of sacrifice: he’s also afraid of being handbagged by the Coultergeist. Repeat after me: Trump is a pussy. He should grab himself.

Trump seems convinced that if he holds his breath until he turns blue, he’ll get taxpayers to fund his stupid wall. I thought the Mexicans were supposed to pay for it. Trumberius seems to have said adios to that notion:

I don’t do New Years resolutions, but I remain resolved to relentlessly mock the Party of Trump and all its malefactions. Mockery is the best remedy to a president* who is unable to laugh at himself.

Another reason I’ve been recharging my blogging battery is that I caught another cold. (Another seems to be the word of the day.) I made the mistake of eating some broccolini off the plate of an elderly friend at Christmas lunch. I hate to see food wasted. Unfortunately, she informed the table that she was coming down with a cold after both her daughter and I ate her leftovers. And I thought vegetables were supposed to be good for you.

Happy New Years from New Orleans.

Today on Tommy T’s Obsession with the Freeperati – pork and beaners edition

Good morning, everybody! I thought I might take a mental health day – it’s not that the Freeperati are displaying their usual insanity, but that it’s just gotten too repetitious. I spend on the average of three hours compiling and composing each of these “Obsession” posts, and that means reading literally hundreds of threads and replies for each one. Having to sort out all the chuckle-worthy bits from the huge stream of mental vomitus gets even harder when the mind-numbing sameness of the hive mind makes it so.

This week, the theme seems to be – beaners.

District judge disappointed Rifle ranter won’t enter plea
Post Independent ^ | Dec 5 2018 | Thomas Phippen

Posted on 12/29/2018, 3:10:45 PM by rintintin

A Ninth District judge indicated disappointment that a Rifle woman accused of yelling at two Spanish-speaking women in a racially charged rant at a Rifle grocery story will not have to enter a plea.

Garfield County Judge Jonathan Potosky said at a hearing in the case Wednesday he would have liked to see Linda Dwire, who was charged with misdemeanor racial-motivated harassment enter a guilty plea of some kind of condition of having her case diverted.

The charge results from an incident at the Rifle City Market in October — part of which was caught on video by a bystander and went viral on the internet — where Dwire allegedly was yelling at two women for speaking in Spanish.

The diversion program was at the discretion of prosecutors, and it was not in his power to compel a plea, Pototsky said.

The point of the diversion program is to divert the case away from the court, and the court has no way to stop it.

1 posted on 12/29/2018, 3:10:45 PM by rintintin
I looked in vain for even a sliver or suggestion of “Stupid woman shouldn’t have said out loud what she was rightfully thinking”….
To: rintintin
Not long ago two women in a laundrymat(sic) were harassing my wife in Spanish. On and on they went.
What they didn’t know is my wife is fluent in Spanish.
Wonder what racist judge would take on her case? 

9 posted on 12/29/2018, 3:47:32 PM by VeniVidiVici

Beaners
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Not yet….

To: rintintin

Facing criminal charges to telling these people they should be speaking English? How stupid are these people in Rifle?

This never ending conga-line of non-English speaking foreign nationals/illegals the government has forced upon our country are costing tax payers 10 of millions, simply due to the fact these people do not speak or even bother to learn English.

13 posted on 12/29/2018, 4:01:12 PM by dragnet2 (Diversion and evasion are tools of deceit)

Beaners
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Not yet….
To: rintintin
What race is a Spanish speaker? 

24 posted on 12/29/2018, 7:35:21 PM by Darteaus94025 (Can’t have a Liberal without a Lie)

Beaners
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Get ready….
To: VeniVidiVici
Same with my old lady. You would never suspect it because she is an old Scandanavian type. But she hears the beaners speak Spanish all the time in stores and many times they are bashing on Americans around them. 

21 posted on 12/29/2018, 5:13:49 PM by shelterguy

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OK – go for it!
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See what I mean? Tommy Chong without the humour.
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See you good people next Monday.
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Real Antifa

It’s almost like everything Fox says is wrong: 

“I think pretty much everything is overlooked except fighting and doxxing,” Spencer Sunshine, an activist who does counter-organizing against the far right, tells me. “There is a huge amount of other work that people can – and do – do! Some of these actions include removing fascist propaganda, making anti-racist flyers and stickers, doing educational work about white nationalist organizing, raising money and doing direct support for imprisoned anti-fascist activists, aiding the victims of far-right violence, holding memorial events for murder victims and genocides, and pressuring local businesses to refuse to allow fascists to use their space.”

Of all the horrors of the past 2 years (holy hell, how has it been 2 years), the most incomprehensible to me has been the general mainstream suburban white opinion that those who fight Nazis are somehow wrong or gauche or something.

A.

Saturday Odds & Sods: The Best Of Adrastos 2018

I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again: bad times are good for satire. As a citizen, I want things to improve but it’s been good for me as a blogger. My grand total for the year was 484 posts.  P is for prolific.

I started off with 100 possibilities and cut that in half for a grand total of 50. Who the hell has a top 50 list? I do and for the second year in a row. Blame a certain Insult Comedian with a dead nutria atop his head.

A few of 2018’s best titles fell by the wayside including Shithead Says Shithole,  McMaster, Baited, Decorum Nevermorum and Butina Your Lip. Notice how I slipped those in. I’m sneaky that way.

Here’s the best of 2018 in chronological order:

January 11: Don Donaldo Wants To Wet His Beak

January 13: Saturday Odds & Sods: Eyes Of The World

January 29: Hush Money

January 30: Lost Cause Festers Do Mardi Gras

February 7: Eveybody Loves A Parade

February 14: Words Matter

February 21: Malaka Of The Week: Willard Mittbot Romney

February 28: The Oaf Keepers

March 1: White Girl, White Lies

March 3: Saturday Odds & Sods: Love For Sale

March 24: Saturday Odds & Sods: Caravan

April 4: The Fog Of Scandal

April 11: Speaker Disconnected

April 18: You Beto Your Life

April 25: The P-Word

April 28: Saturday Odds & Sods: Go Your Own Way

May 16: Tom Wolfe, R.I.P.

May 23: Crossfire Hurricane: Deep State, Deep Doo Doo

May 26: Saturday Odds & Sods: A Mess Of Blues

May 31 The Americans Thread: Brothers In Arms

June 1: Malaka Of The Week: Jesse Duplantis

June 4: It’s Good To Be Kaiser

June 18: Hostages To Misfortune

July 5: Destroyer

July 7: Saturday Odds & Sods: Get Together

July 11: Invasion Of The Federalist Society Body Snatchers

July 19: The Fog Of Scandal: The McFaul Guy Gambit

July 23: To Hell With The Trump Base

July 30: Paul Manafort Meets Dollar Bill Jefferson

August 2: Life Imitates The Untouchables: Scarface Paul Manafort

August 6: GOP SOP

August 17: The Incredible Shrinking Party

August 22: 8 Is The Magic Number

August 29: The Spirit Of ’05

September 1: Saturday Odds & Sods: Too Late To Turn Back Now

September 10: Malaka Of The Week: Ben Zahn

September 13: Book Review: Fear By Bob Woodward

September 15: Saturday Odds & Sods: Play It All Night Long

October 3: Schooldays

October 13: Saturday Odds & Sods: Late In The Evening

October 15: Of Dictator Coddling

October 17: The Buzz Word Election

October 22: From Bone Spurs To Bone Saws

November 1: Willie McCovey R.I.P.

November 12: Profiles In Phony Courage

November 21: Trump’s Sordid Saudi Word Salad

November 23: Trump Fatigue

November 26:  Mississippi Goddam

December 1: Saturday Odds & Sods: Deportee (Plane Crash At Los Gatos)

December 3: Poppy Bush

December 12:  Staff Infection

December 19: The Fog Of Scandal: No Sympathy For The Devil

December 21: That’s Why I Call Him The Kaiser Of Chaos

Our more pedantic readers may have noticed that the final total was 53. Don’t you have anything better to do with your time? I would hope so.

The last word goes to the good old Grateful Dead. Why? Why the hell not?

Actually, New Year’s Eve is why. Here’s the countdown from 1978 to 1979:

Friday Catblogging: Obligatory Box Picture

We spent the night in Red Stick on Christmas Eve and returned home the next afternoon. Della Street was indignant. Paul Drake was pitiful. Some things never change.

We revived PD’s spirits with a new box:

Jon Swift Roundup 2018

It’s that time of year again: Listomania is in the air. One of my favorite bloggers, Batocchio is carrying on a tradition started by the late Jon Swift/Al Weisel: a roundup of the best posts of the year as selected by the bloggers themselves.

My contribution to the Jon Swift Roundup 2018 is a post about Hope Hicks’ departure from the White House: White Girl, White Lies. It’s also featured in the upcoming Best of Adrastos edition of Saturday Odds & Sods. My attempts to winnow it down to a top forty have come a cropper (akimbo?) so it’s a top fifty again. What can I say? I’m my own biggest fan.

Here’s the featured image for the post included in the roundup:

Worst Hallmark Christmas Movie Ever

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Get over it, Virginia…

“Besides, Santa could be Russia, he could be China, he could be a guy sitting on their bed who weighs 400 pounds … a real Santa would stop the witch hunt … put Crooked Hillary on his shit list …”

“I’m like, really smart, see? On trade, we’re being played for suckers … they need to start paying for our protection … I tell you, it’s a disgrace, a real disgrace … believe me, many people are saying this …”

“No, wait, wait, excuse me, EXCUSE ME … that was a very stupid question. A stupid question … I know nothing about it. My attorney handles that, my attorney who only did a bit of public relations work now and again.”

“I have to go. I’m leaving for a surprise visit to the troops. Merry Christmas, and you can thank me for winning the war on Christmas so that you can say Merry Christmas again, even if Santa is marginal. You’re seven. Deal with it.”

“Happy Holidays.”

Pulp Fiction Thursday: Slay Ride

Who among us doesn’t like a seasonal pun?

Album Cover Art Wednesday: Nuggets

Nuggets was a trailblazing “various artists” album compiled by Lenny Kaye. He dug deep into the archives and produced an album of psychedelic rock and garage band tracks that was a hit in 1972. The album’s punny subtitle says it all: Artyfacts From The First Psychedelic Era.

Nuggets influenced the punk and new wave bands later in the decade and led to a series of Nuggets albums. It has nothing to do with chicken or the NBA team of the same name.

Here’s the whole damn album via the YouTube for your post-Christmas listening pleasure:

Merry Merry, Everyone

Love to all of you today.

A.

All About Christmas Eve

No politics from me today. No insights about Christmas Eve either. I like the title since it evokes All About Eve, which was more about Margot Channing now that I think about it. It’s not about the 2012 teevee movie All About Christmas Eve either. That’s a good thing since I just heard of it. I’m not big on Lifetime or Hallmark holiday movies. They’re fruitcake for the eyes.

You’re probably wondering what this post is about. Me too. Oh yeah, I wanted to quote the boss lady telling the Insult Comedian to STFU on the tweeter tube yesterday.

I also want to wish everyone Happy Holidays from all of us at Adrastos World Headquarters. On to victory in the War on Christmas.

The last word goes to Brian Setzer:

Today on Tommy T’s Obsession with the Freeperati – “fools and their money” edition

Get suited up, everybody – the coolest thing in the history of Freeperdom is happening, and you can smell the excitement in the air.

At least I think it’s excitement….

LIVE THREAD: GoFundMe for Trump’s Border Wall Hits $7 Million and Is Rising 

The EpochTimes ^ | JACK PHILLIPS

Posted on 12/20/2018, 4:15:55 PM by naeim.darzi

A GoFundMe page titled, “We The People Will Fund The Wall,” has raised more than $7 million out of $1 billion as of Dec. 20. In less than an hour late on Thursday, donors contributed more than $500,000.

The page was set up by Brian Kolfage, a triple-amputee Air Force veteran who received the Purple Heart.

“As a veteran who has given so much, 3 limbs, I feel deeply invested to this nation to ensure future generations have everything we have today. Too many Americans have been murdered by illegal aliens and too many illegals are taking advantage of the United States taxpayers with no means of ever contributing to our society,” his page reads.

1 posted on 12/20/2018, 4:15:55 PM by naeim.darzi
Colfage’s little scam is going to need some people to handle all of that groovy cash, right?
I hear these guys are available:
GoFundMeScammers
Whoops – perhaps not.
ScmmersInJail
Anywhoo – this should get a hearty round of applause from the Freeperati.
To: naeim.darzi
While I appreciate the sentiment, this is foolish. 

What exactly is the governmental mechanism that enables a direct cash donation to a specific government project?

(hint – there isn’t one)

Do people not pay enough taxes to push funding for the wall as it is?

2 posted on 12/20/2018, 4:22:47 PM by Future Snake Eater (Get a handle on vote fraud or we’re likely finished in 2020.)

To: naeim.darzi

 

It’s GoFundMe Fantasy Wall Game! Where fools and their money are soon parted!

6 posted on 12/20/2018, 4:25:41 PM by backwoods-engineer (Enjoy the decline of the American empire.)

Well, it IS Free Republic, isn’t it? Fools-wise, it’s what they call “a target-rich environment”.
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That reminds me – they finally finished the Fall Freepathon last week, and there’s only a week to go until the next one starts. Yowza!
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It’s time for the fantasy footwall players to get creative :
To: Future Snake Eater
Just off the top of my head, the government could sign a $0 contract to build the wall with a non-profit entity or with a contracting company whose costs are paid privately.Funding may be tantamount to legislative authorization, but does the President really lack authorization? I don’t think so.

36 posted on 12/20/2018, 4:53:36 PM by cmj328 (We live here.)
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To: cmj328

 

And Nancy Pelosi might vote for wall funding. About the same kind of fantasy. You people are trying to emote your way out of an invasion.

43 posted on 12/20/2018, 5:00:46 PM by backwoods-engineer (Enjoy the decline of the American empire.)

More after the invasion…

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Sunday Catblogging: Who’s the baby?

Slade. Slade is the baby.

A.

Stop Asking People to Prostitute Their Experiences for You

Ugh:

As college admissions become ever more competitive, with the most elite schools admitting only 4 percent or 5 percent of applicants, the pressure to exaggerate, embellish, lie and cheat on college applications has intensified, admissions officials say. The high-stakes process remains largely based on trust: Very little is done in the way of fact-checking, and on the few occasions officials do catch outright lies, they often do so by chance.

How about we stop making it heartwarming that people basically have to beg in public for everything now? A good education, a way to get to and from work, cancer treatment, meds for a sick baby or grandmother, these are all occasions for these “sweet” stories in which people donate because they’re moved by the personal circumstances, which means people have to strip their sleeves and show their scars in public.

Should we take into account people’s life experiences? Absolutely. But there’s something vaguely gross about having to have a dead mom (or talk about the dead mom you have) in order to gain college admission. It’s gross that this kid did this, of course, because there are actual orphans and, you know, incredibly talented and overlooked students generally, out there applying too.

It’s grosser that this is considered an effective strategy. It’s not okay to substitute that kind of pressure to self-exposure for a social safety net and a society in general that protects everyone and gives everyone a chance to succeed. Without them having to “prove” anything, dead mom or no.

A.

Saturday Odds & Sods: Elf’s Lament

House on Tchoupitoulas Street by Dr. A

I was under the weather for several days, which means that this week’s outing will be somewhat truncated. I don’t have the full Odds & Sods spirit but I’m working on the Christmas spirit. It’s hard for someone inclined to root for Scrooge, the Grinch, and Mr. Potter but I’m giving it the old school try. I’m not quite sure which old school to apply to.

The featured image is a picture of a house a few blocks away from Adrastos World HQ. It’s always seasonally decorated by the elderly black lady who lives there with her son. During Carnival, they like to blast old school soul music. Good god, y’all.

This week’s theme song was written in 2004 by Ed Robertson for Barenaked for the Holidays. The studio version features a guest appearance by crooner Michael Bublé.  It’s unknown if Bublé brought bubbly to the session. The live version flat out rocks in an elvish way.

I’m still a bit enervated from my malady but let’s jump to the break anyway. Hopefully, that pesky Santa and his sleigh won’t be in the way. Neither Donner not Vixen likes me at all. I find Vixen vexatious so the feeling is mutual.

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That’s Why I Call Him The Kaiser Of Chaos

Twas the Friday before Christmas and all was not quiet in the house or in the country. All Americans want  to do is to focus on holiday prep and look forward to time away from work and school. We need a break from the frenetic news cycle of the last two years. It was not to be. There are a series of crises involving the federal budget, major tsuris at the Justice Department, and the resignation of Defense Secretary Jim Mattis. The result is chaos and not the sort of chaos involving wrapping paper, presents, and family fights. I’m talking man-made chaos, Trump style. That’s why I call him the Kaiser of Chaos.

In stark contrast to his soon-to-be former boss, Mattis went out with style and class. He offered that rarity in our political history: a protest resignation. Mattis is the first Secretary of Defense to ever do so. Protest resignations by senior American cabinet officers are rarer than snow in South Louisiana. The only one I can think of in my lifetime was Secretary of State Cyrus Vance’s resignation in protest of the Carter administration’s botched hostage rescue raid in 1980.

Trump’s impulsive decision to withdraw from Syria was the last straw for Mattis. Here’s the deal: I’m not wild about the Syria deployment BUT a process is required for troop withdrawals. Trump is not big on process, the military is.

It’s also creepy that Putin and Erdogan are as pleased as punch by Trump’s Syria move. Putin wants a free hand in his client state, and Erdogan regards the Kurds much as the leaders of the Ottoman Empire regarded the Armenians. The Kurds are our only allies in the Syrian mess. When in doubt, Trump dumps on our allies, not our adversaries.

The Justice Department blew up with the news that Acting AG and Lex Luthor lookalike, Matt Whitaker, ignored the advice of DOJ ethics types to recuse himself from supervising the Mueller probe and issued his own findings. The DOJ issued conflicting accounts of what happened but that’s the bottom line. And the guy Trump has nominated as the permanent AG, William Barr, also has extreme views on the Mueller probe, which he offered in an unsolicited memo to the DOJ. Whitaker, Barr, and Trump agree with Tricky Dick:

On Wednesday, it looked as if Trump was prepared to fold on the government shutdown front. Then the flying banshees of wingnuttia began to circle the presidential* carcass like vultures around road kill. The government is shutting down because Rushbo and the Coultergeist challenged the Insult Comedian’s manhood over the wall.  Trump is a pussy. He should grab himself.

It doesn’t matter that Republican congresscritters want to go home for the holidays instead of being blamed for a shutdown: the wall is all. The votes aren’t there and the Mexicans won’t pay for it but the wall is all. Make that wall:

Here’s one of the weirder dimensions of late 2018 Trumpism. For reasons that are not entirely clear to me the word has apparently come down from the White House that the wall, as in the wall to be built along the southern border, must now be called “wall”. In other words, no definite article, no “the”. President Trump now does this. It was part of a DHS press release a week ago. And today in a congressional hearing, DHS Secretary Kirstjen Nielsen told Rep. Tom Marino: “From Congress I would ask for wall. We need wall.”

Everything is weird about Trumpism, Josh. From provoking a government shutdown for which you will be blamed to shitting all over our allies to the president* recreating the madness of King George III. Nothing makes sense. That’s why I call him the Kaiser of Chaos.

The last word goes to Pink Floyd:

That was a bit too obvious. Now that I think of it, there’s another classic rock song that applies to Trump himself. Here’s how Ian Anderson explains the title: “it means as intelligent as a lump of shit.” That’s the president* in a wingnutshell.

Friday Catblogging: Baked Drake

Sometimes Paul Drake gets so close to the space heater that he looks orange. I tried petting him when he was this close: he was too hot to handle. Oy just oy.

Tweet Of The Day: Jim Carrey On Stephen Miller’s Hair

In a sign of how bad things are going for the Trump regime, Stephen Miller appeared on CBS’ Face The Nation last Sunday. The Trump henchman emulated his master by augmenting his hair. The Insult Comedian has a weave, Miller has a spray can.

Instead of posting pictures of Miller’s spray-do, I prefer to post Jim Carrey’s take on Miller’s Sunday show prep:

Shit for brains? It’s hard to argue that point.

Mission Accomplished! The Remake

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Gee, who knew — is 45, deep down, a peace-loving pacifist? Of course not, but this underscores how limited the president really is: oh, they’ll let him sign bills, bark up a storm on Twitter or at rallies, and even release a Rose Garden video, but his grand pronouncements might as well be delivered while playing on the White House swing set.

I’d set odds of no worse than 50-50 that in a week, like so many other DJT pronouncements, it will be forgotten, swept under a rug…and with surprisingly little followup from the media (e.g., it’s rare to see or hear news reports noting Trump insisted, over and over, Mexico would pay for a border wall).

History repeats itself, first as tragedy, then as farce, then as opera buffa. Toy soldiers have more gravitas and authority.

“I alone can fix it.” Oh, he’s in a fix alright.

Pulp Fiction Thursday: A Christmas Carol

I decided to keep it seasonal as well as Dickensian this week. Dickens was fond of villains who could be redeemed by the goodness of his other characters. That fits Ebenezer Scrooge to a T. Where I fit on this spectrum remains an open question.

It’s time for before and after, Pulp Fiction Thursday style. I’m uncertain, however, if that’s supposed to be Scrooge or Bob Cratchit toting Tiny Tim on the right.

Contemplating Jacob Marley’s ghost has given me an earworm. The last word goes to Aimee Mann: