I’m on the road. I started writing this week’s entry in downtown Richmond, VA. No federal troops there as of yet. They would have no business in Richmond just as they have no business in Los Angeles. The Marines should go back to Camp Pendelton where they belong.
FYI, that was the setting for Gomer Pyle USMC. GOLLEEEE or as Sgt. Carter would have said at this point, I CAN’T HEAR YOU. He was a leather lunged leatherneck.
I wrote the first two paragraphs before the Padilla assault. It was one of the most sickening things I’ve ever seen. He was thrown to the ground and cuffed while trying to ask a question of that moron Cosplay Kristi. She proceeded to lie about what happened, contradicting the video of the scene. Proof yet again that she belongs on reality TV, not in a position of power.
Dr. A and I are in her hometown of Staunton, VA as I write this. We were thrilled to learn that there will be a No Kings protest here. We will be there. Hit the streets wherever you are and exercise your free speech rights. This is fundamentally a battle over public opinion that’s why it’s imperative to raise a ruckus. A loud ruckus.
Back to our regularly scheduled road trip programming.
It’s mostly been a people visiting trip, but we’ve done some touristy things:
In Norfolk, we saw the Chrysler art museum, which has a first rate art glass exhibit. We also toured the USS Wisconsin. It’s a battleship commissioned in 1943 that served for 50 years. Huge and impressive.
In Richmond, we saw the world class narcissist exhibit AKA Frida Kahlo exhibit at the Virginia Museum of Fine Arts. Her story is more interesting than her art. Her life story could be called Battle Of The Narcissts. The other being her off and on again husband Diego Rivera. I consider him a greater artist than Frida, but not as fascinating a character. Diego was your basic dick.
A political question. Does Glenn Youngkin know that Frida and Diego were commies? Discuss amongst yourselves.
A well-known person always dies when Dr. A and I are on the road. This time it was two Sixties musical giants: Sly Stone and Brian Wilson. It’s a minor miracle that either lived into their 80s. I’m glad they did.
Brian’s passing hit several of my friends very hard. We’ll always have his music, Kyle. That goes for Sly as well:
Brian Wilson said he didn’t care for this week’s theme song but it’s my favorite Beach Boys number. We have two versions for your listening pleasure, the Beach Boys OG followed by Los Lobos:
That concludes this truncated Saturday post. We saw a Rohtko in Norfolk, so the last word goes to another one of his paintings. Where is it? Beats the hell outta me.
