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Quote Of The Week: Drew Magary Edition

My chef friends have been buzzing all week over The 2015 Hater’s Guide To The Williams-Sonoma Catalog. Drew Magary is best known as a snarktastic sportswriter but he’s also a Chopped champion, so he knows from kitchen tools. Here’s how he started his third annual piece:

I have terrible news for you, America. I know that you’ve already endured a harsh autumn of partisan politics and mass tragedies and inconsistent NFL officiating. I know you can’t handle one more goddamn piece of bad news right now. It’s too much. It may break your spirit entirely. But I have to do it. If I don’t tell you now, you may learn this from an enemy, or from Twitter, or from your rich asshole brother-in-law:

There are no chicken coops for sale in this year’s Williams-Sonoma Christmas catalog.

I know. I know. Stay strong. We’ll get through this TOGETHER. I know you feel lost now that you won’t be able to shell out $1,000 for a goddamn chicken coop made out of driftwood by celebrated Carroll Gardens wood visualist SAMUEL PINE. Between this and the collapse of that one Blake Lively catalog, your interminable compulsion to run up your credit limit on horrible crap may never find a proper outlet.

HOWEVER, I do have some good news to soften the blow, my friend. While the coops are gone, the Williams-Sonoma Christmas catalog is still here. And yes, it remains as hilariously tone-deaf as ever, ready to help you plan the PERFECT holiday entertaining season, because to experience anything otherwise would be COLD DEATH. You must have a flawlessly laid-out dinner spread. You must have coordinated china and stemware patterns. The lyrics to “Sleigh Ride” must literally BE your life. You must SING! Yes, you must join hands with your gorgeous WASP children and sing carols in perfect harmony aloud for all to hear, so that the rest of world knows the truth: that their lives are SHIT and you, good friend, live among the holiday gods, in an evergreen paradise scented with luscious peppermint oils and laden with soup tureens and festooned with garlands sewn from the skinned corpse of a dead swan.

Chicken coopless? I don’t know about you, but I’m desolate. It makes me want to chicken out and fly the coop or contemplate this Seeds of Decline float:

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Photograph by Michael Homan.

The Cake Troll

My longstanding internet policy is a simple one: Do not feed the troll. Now we know what to feed a troll; at least a whiny titty baby Louisiana neo-Confederate malaka troll:

Last Thursday, Chuck Netzhammer posted a YouTube video that has since had more than half a million views.

In it, he tells about his effort to prove a point at a local Walmart after hearing the corporation was eliminating items with confederate flag symbolism from its shelves.

The ploy started by trying to order a cake with the flag and the words ‘Heritage, not hate,’ on top at a Slidell Walmart.

“She was very nice. She said I’ll try to run it through. She did the paperwork, said, ‘I’ll have to run that by the managers, more than likely, they’re probably not going to do it,'” he said.

Later that day, the call came that the order was in fact denied. Netzhammer then sent his wife to a different Slidell-area Walmart with something he considers offensive, the ISIS flag.

“She presented this image, they wrote up the paperwork. Everything is fine. The next day we picked it up,” he said of the ISIS order.

A Walmart spokesperson said in a statement, “Our talented bakery associates take pride in what they create for our customers. It’s unfortunate that one customer sought to take advantage of an associate who did not know the flag or its meaning. This cake should not have been made and we apologize for the mistake.”

Netzhammer says the employee isn’t the problem.

“Walmart should not be telling me what is moral or offensive at all,” he said.

The WWL-TV report can be found if you follow the link but here’s this bozo’s video on the YouTube:

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Election Day

It’s election day in the United Kingdom and the right wing press has been going batshit crazy during the campaign. The invisible man of the Labour campaign, David Axelrod, popped his head above the parapet and spoke to Politico Europe:

POLITICO: But what about the press? You say it has disproportionate power here.  Do you think Britain’s conservative print media is more powerful than Fox News?

DA:  Yeah, I do. I do think the parties approach media as partisan players. So you see parties disseminating messages through the print media in a way that is unusual.

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Fox is certainly very conservative, skews to the Republican side, but there isn’t a kind of lockstep between them and the Republicans.  Fox tries to drive the Republican agenda more than reflecting it.

Here there are relationships between the parties and media outlets that are deeper so you see a lot of themes being previewed in the media in a way that you don’t see in the states.

This election cycle, the pro-Tory press has worked itself into a frenzy. I thought I’d give you a sample of some of the wildest front pages. First, the Murdoch Sun, which has been beside itself for months. The first front page is from yesterday and features a year old picture of Labour leader Ed Miliband eating a sammich:

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FYI, porkie is a Britism for a lie. More stupid Tory press tricks after the break.

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Bigotry Is Bad For Business

I didn’t know that Dave Duke had moved to Jersey:

“No matter what you are — Muslim, Jewish, black, white, gay, straight — you should be proud of what you are. I shouldn’t have to feel bad about being white,” Boggess told the Hunderdon County Democrat in March.

However, many people had a problem with Boggess’ sign, including his neighbor, Bhakti Curtis, who accused Boggess of “mocking Black History Month,” according to the Hunterdon County Democrat.

Boggess took down the sign after a few days and apologized to Curtis.

However, it seems the apology was not enough to keep Boggess in business. Boggess closed his deli and has started a GoFundMe page for his deli in hopes of raising money to reopen.

“It was only supposed to be a white thing but people read more into it than that,” Boggess wrote on his GoFundMe page about his sign. “I did get tons of supporting letters from all across the USA. Which was very comforting during such a stressful time.”

“Then the bottom dropped out and customers were no longer coming into my deli, and now I am forced to close down my Deli and lose my American dream. I have become heavily in debt and getting shut off notices from everywhere for both business and home,” Bogess continued in his note. “I don’t think I deserve this just because I wanted to be proud of being white and be able to celebrate my heritage like everyone else does.”

As of early Friday morning, Boggess had raised $215.

I don’t know about you, but I have no idea what a “white thing” is or  what “white history month” would look like. Did Boggess plan to show episodes of Fifties sitcoms like Ozzie and Harriet, Leave It To Beaver, or Father Knows Best? He clearly didn’t not know best despite having an awesome surname, which sounds like the Blogess.

Here’s the deal: controversy isn’t good for business. It’s a cliche, but the only color that matters is green. There was a local business, whose name I won’t mention to protect the guilty, that did some serious trolling on Twitter last year. Their act included gay baiting and egregious gun nuttery. It was a classic case of keyboard courage because the offensive tweets were deleted within an hour post-outburst. After a series of flame wars, the stupid tweets stopped and the whole thing ended up in the dustbin of internet history. The moral of that story is: use your business feed to promote your product, service or whatever and not your opinions, especially if you’re a dumbass

I hate to see anyone’s business damaged by something like this BUT it’s a self inflicted wound. I guess Boggess was hoping to emulate the Indiana pizza bigot’s tin cup rattling but it’s been a flop thus far. Next time maybe he’ll think first before doing something like this. Then again, thinking doesn’t seem to be his strong suit.

Repeat after me: Bigotry is bad for business.

Headline Of The Day: Fast Food Malakatude Edition

The MSM have been making asses of themselves since Hillary Clinton threw her headband in the ring. This headline on a Wall Street Journal blog is the apogee of stupid:

Clinton Bypassed Centrist Taco Bell For Liberal Favorite Chipotle

The post goes on to share semi-interesting marketing data about which chain attracts liberal customers. Here’s the deal: Hillary was hungry and sometimes one just wants to have a burrito the size of a Great Dane’s head.

Odds & Sods: Friday Follies Edition

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There are always follies on Fridays; most other days as well. At the risk of sounding like Keith Olbermann, we begin with:

From Debrisville To Durstville: Robert Durst has been making headlines in New Orleans since his arrest. He faces gun and weed charges locally. I’m glad the DA’s office is charging him since the case against him in the murder of Susan Berman is the *opposite* of a slam dunk. Hopefully, it won’t be an air ball.

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Odds & Sods: March Reading List

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The Idea of March have come and gone without my being stabbed in the back, so I figured I should celebrate by suggesting some articles. It’s a good thing I don’t know anyone named Brutus although my late mother had a crazy, rather incontinent dog by that name. He never stabbed me in the back. He did, however, pee on my copy of Tupelo Honey. I guess he wanted to be named Ocatavian…

The Israeli Election: TPM’s Josh Marshall has been blogging the hell out of it so y’all should check out the editor’s blog at his joint. My favorite recent post on the subject was one about a forgotten Labor Prime Minister, Levi Eshkol, and why Isaac Herzog wants to be like him. It amounts to a pledge for less drama to an electorate worn out by Bibi the actor. I’d call him a ham but it wouldn’t be kosher…

Speaking of the annoying Mr. Netanyahu, Haaretz has an excellent thumbsucker (think piece, A’s not the only one who knows newspaper slang) about why Bibi and Likud may lose the election.

American Political Scandals 101: Andrew Burstein and Nancy Isenberg try to put the stupid, petty, and downright ridiculous media controversy about Hillary’s emails in historical context.  Btw, the authors are LSU profs. Hopefully, Governor PBJ won’t shitcan them for writing above the 4th grade level.

School Daze: Anyone remember Spike Lee’s 1988 film about African-American frats and such? It was pretty good, actually, even if it goes down as a lesser joint.

Anyway, I’m not the only NOLA blogger who has been ransacking his archives. Jason Berry aka Damabala was inspired by the Okie racist frat flap to pull out a 2010 post about then Mayoral candidate John Georges and his bratty, fratty days. Georges is currently the owner of the New Orleans Advocate but he’s still a DKE at heart. Jason’s post is called, quite appropriately, The Specter Of Jim Crow Still Haunts The South’s Fraternity Row.

The Original New Orleans Diva: Let’s close on a lighter note. My twitter friend and fellow San Francisco Giants fan April Siese has written a superb profile of the late, great Adelaide Brennan. So, make yourself a cocktail and read about a true New Orleans original.

Class dismissed, but not before I circle back to Tupelo Honey:

Call Any Vegetable

I’m not sure whether Pat Robertson is descending into senility or if he’s becoming an absurdist comedian. In either case, bless his heart:

 Televangelist Pat Robertson said on Monday that marijuana users and drinkers are “enslaved to vegetables.”

Speaking on his Christian Broadcasting Network television show “The 700 Club,” Robertson said that addiction is contrary to God’s will, because man has dominion over “all the vegetables.”

Robertson continued: “Cocaine is the product of a vegetable, alcohol is the product of a vegetable, marijuana is a vegetable. And yet, people are enslaved to vegetables.”

“Why would you become a slave to a vegetable?” Robertson said. “Why? Why would you do it?”

Beats the hell outta me, Pat. I have no desire to be squashed by a zucchini or in butternut squash bondage. He’s starting to sound like Tom Stoppard’s take on Tristan Tzara in the great play Travesties: his art belongs to Dada. In Pat’s case, to the great dada in the sky, you know Jesus’ dada.

Pat’s latest trip to the weird side gave me this post title and a meaty, beaty, big and bouncy earworm. (Sorry for the Who reference, I couldn’t help myself.) It also reminds me of a vegetable related Captain Beefheart story. Humor me, please. I saw Beefheart and the Magic Band open for Zappa right after the latter had a semi-hit album with Apostrophe. It wasn’t the usual Zappa crowd, it was sprinkled with people who thought Don’t Eat The Yellow Snow was the cat’s ass. Beefheart finally got pissed off by the talkative yahoos in the audience and said, “Playing to you people is like trying to turn pickles back into cucumbers”

That’s my vegetable story, y’all. Call any vegetable, call it by name. Ladies and germs give it up for Frank Zappa and the Mothers:

I Ain’t Superstitious

I didn’t grow up with any New Years food superstitions. My mother was a sensible Midwesterner and my father wanted to leave the past in the rear view mirror. He openly derided Greek folk myths such as the evil eye. One of his Greek Greek cousins, Sophia, was a firm believer in the evil eye. Once my mom got overheated and nearly fainted in the crowded Athenian market place of Monostiraki. Sophia was adamant that it was the evil eye and insisted on making some sort of stinky poultice. My mom gave in and let Sophia apply it even though she was overheated and not cursed. It was over 100 degrees. My father was horrified and, typically, blamed my mother for being too nice. Never blame a Greek when there was a non-Greek around to take the fall. So it goes.

That was a long way of getting to my refusal to go along this year with Southern New Years food superstitions. One is supposed to eat black-eyed peas, cabbage, and corn bread; all three of which I like but I do not consider lucky. The only thing that particular combination has ever brought me is gas and I have no desire to be the Mr. Methane of New Orleans. There are some regional variations: one friend insists that one should eat greens as opposed to cabbage. That made me hot around the collard because she’s Irish and should be a cabbage head…

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Odds & Sods: All About Christmas Eve Edition

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I was originally going to try and solve the world’s problems in this post but decided I don’t feel like it. That’s selfish of me, but what can I say? I’m more of a Scrooge Potter Grinch type than some sort of freaking elf. I’m not big on elves, they can be Hobbit forming…

That leaves me with a helluva post title and a few longer articles that I’d like to steer you toward. We’ll start with the serious one first:

Jeb Bush and the Terry Schiavo Case: Charlie Pierce thought it was an excellent time to post an excerpt from his book Idiot America. Why? Jeb Bush may be running for President and he played a crucial and horrendous role in making a bad situation worse. So much for being a moderate.

Have Yourself a Colonel Sanders Christmas: TPM is branching out into longer feature articles and Molly Osberg’s piece about Christmas in Japan is a doozy. Hint: they think the late chicken mogul Harland Sanders is Father Christmas and that we all eat fried chicken tomorrow.

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I must admit to some familiarity with the concept of a Kentucky Christmas but it usually involves Bourbon, not a bucket from the Colonel. I’m strictly a Popeye’s kinda guy.

Young Waif With A Horn: My friend and fellow horrid punster James Karst did some sleuthing recently and learned a secret from Louis Armstrong’s past. I won’t spoil the surprise for you.

Since I’m stupidly proud of this post title, I’ll give Bette Davis as Margot Channing the last word:

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Stupid Even For Twitter

I mentioned earlier this morning how frustrated and annoyed I’ve become with the Tweeter Tube’s culture of instant outrage.  This flap takes the biscuit as the silliest one I’ve ever seen:

That’s right, ladies and germs, it’s racist to make a pun on the name Juan. Members of the pun community are running for cover. I myself am feeling pale and wan in the wake of this revelation. I may even have to swear off won-ton soup jokes, which makes me feel all hot and sour…

The company in question decided it was easier to delete the tweet and apologize, which was the wise thing for a business to do. I would hope, however, they’d ignore the loonier suggestions of firing people and banning puns. While I prefer smoke free joints, I draw the line at pub pun bans.

There are so many valid claims of bigotry and racism in the world that specious ones such as this drive me up the fucking wall. It turns out that there’s a “racist” Mexican restaurant in Austin whose name is Juan In A Million. It’s owned by a man named Juan Meza. Guess that makes him a self-loathing Chicano. The slacktivists are planning to do absolutely nada about this. At least I hope not, the mere thought makes me nada off.

It turns out that we own a “racist” coffee mug designed by world class punster Sandra Boynton:

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It’s time for the American pun community to circle the wagons and fight against this tiresome Twitter tyranny. We should not take this pun persecution lying down; it’s not punny any more. Actually, I just put the lie in lying down. The pun community is resilient, so we’ll just get over it and move on:

The Great Georgia Okra Raid

Did you know that okra leaves resemble cannabis leaves? I did not know that. Why? Because they don’t except when you’re a nark  in a helicopter. Here’s a story that came across my twitter feed via Liprap. Oy, such malakatude:

Georgia police raided a retired Atlanta man’s garden last Wednesday after a helicopter crew with the Governor’s Task Force for Drug Suppressionspotted suspicious-looking plants on the man’s property. A heavily-armed K9 unit arrived and discovered that the plants were, in fact, okra bushes.

The officers eventually apologized and left, but they took some of the suspicious okra leaves with them for analysis. Georgia state patrol told WSB-TV in Atlanta that “we’ve not been able to identify it as of yet. But it did have quite a number of characteristics that were similar to a cannabis plant.”

Welcome back to stupid cop tricks theatre. It’s yet another argument for ending the so-called war on drugs. Weed legalization is slowly wending its way across the country, which should give the po-po pause when they consider bringing the stupid to a citizens’ residence. It’s the South, we eat okra be it fried or in gumbo. Sure, it’s an acquired taste with the consistency of snot but they eat it in Georgia too. Schmucks.

I think the Peach state po-po should ponder this song:

This whole thing has me worried about what might happen to that chanting, vegetable slinging NOLA icon, Mr. Okra. I’m not betting on the Gret Stet staties being any sharper than those in Georgia. Here’s Mr. Okra in a photo taken by my friend Dakinicat of Sky Dancing fame:

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Leave Mr. Okra alone even if  y’all can’t tell the difference between collard greens and weed. Ya feel me? Here’s a short film about Mr. Okra from Nom de Guerre Films:

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Today In Responsible Gun Ownership: Restaurant Edition

I’ve picked on gun nuttery in other states, it’s the Gret Stet of Louisiana’s turn:

Walk into many stores, restaurant or workplaces nowadays, and you see the signs reading “No weapons allowed.”

But a popular local restaurant is bucking that trend by not only encouraging people to show off their guns, but offering a discount to those who do.

It’s the Friday lunch crowd at Bergeron’s with fried catfish, the top seller. Owner Kevin Cox says 500 people come through the Port Allen restaurant daily. So about two weeks ago, he started a new promotion to help some of his customers save money.

“If you have a gun on you, I’m going to give you a discount,” said Cox.

The discount is 10 percent off if you show that you’re carrying a gun into the restaurant. Cox said it’s an idea that started with welcoming police officers with their duty weapons on their side and has now branched out to include civilians.

“My friends and relatives would come in with their guns on their holster. I felt good about that. It made me feel safer that they were there with their gun so why not include all good citizens with the officers too,” said Cox.

Those citizens who are customers agree saying not only are they protected by their Second Amendment rights, but they’re also providing a service to the restaurant and all its patrons.

“I think it protects the restaurant. It discourages people from breaking in. If they think someone may have a gun and it’s concealed, you’ll think twice about coming in and robbing somebody,” said Bergeron’s customer Steve Moore.

Mike Campbell left his gun in his truck and carpooled with a buddy so no 10 percent discount for him, but, he too believes the new promotion is a plus.

“You feel safer because I mean somebody walks in and wants to rob the place, they’re going to think twice when they see it’s not a gun free place,” said Campbell.

Fried fish might be the special of the day, but the talk at Bergeron’s is about guns, and a restaurant owner hoping more law-abiding customers won’t be afraid to show them off.

Port Allen is across the Mississippi River from Baton Rouge. It’s now a place where you can both pass the boudin and the ammo. I won’t try to parse this guy’s “logic” but I know one place I won’t be eating in the unlikely event I’m in Port Allen.

The link came to me via horrid punster James Karst on Twitter and it’s given me an earworm:

Yes, that’s my homey, Jerry Garica, on guitar with Dr. A’s homey, Bruce Hornsby. No surprise.

Slap Ya Commish

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The No Fun League is at it again. They have a habit of making Saints fans feel downright paranoid and this time they’re doing so by messing with our love of seasonings and hot sauce:

Slap Ya Mama, a Louisiana-based brand of hot sauce and Cajun seasonings, will no longer get to splash its logo on television during preseason games when the New Orleans Saints reach the red zone.

Walker & Sons, Inc., the parent company of Slap Ya Mama products, said Cox Sports Television had been instructed by the NFL to pull the advertisement “in light of domestic violence issues” facing the league.

CST, based in Metairie, broadcasts Saints preseason games.

The red-zone ads had been controversial for other reasons, with some viewers complaining that they were intrusive. Walker & Sons said the NFL sent a subsequent memo to league teams asking them to stop the red-zone “virtual signage” ads during preseason broadcasts.

The hot sauce company sent a press release criticizing the move before the Saints’ third preseason game on Saturday at Indianapolis, which will be televised nationally by CBS.

“People who know our brand ‘get it’ but all of a sudden, after three years, the NFL doesn’t. Maybe they just don’t understand our culture. What a shame!” said Jack D. Walker, the company’s vice president, in the news release.

Walker maintained that the name “refers to a loving slap on the back and a kiss on the cheek to your mama as a thank you for preparing another great-tasting dish.”

The Saints play the Baltimore Ravens on Aug. 28 at the Mercedes-Benz Superdome in the final preseason game of the year and CST’s next scheduled broadcast. Ravens running back Ray Rice and his fiancee were arrested in February after a physical altercation at an Atlantic City casino.

The final paragraph is the reason for the epic quote from Evan Woodberry’s piece for the Vestigial-Picayune. The timing of this ban is not coincidental. The NFL doesn’t want any reminders of the way Ray Rice beat up his fiancee and dragged her around like a rag doll. Rice, infamously, wasn’t charged with anything and received a two game suspension.

The NFL maintains that it takes domestic violence seriously. Instead of cracking down on the wife beating ,gun toting players in its midst, it bans ads featuring Cajun spices with a colloquial brand name recognizable as humorous to anyone with a lick of sense. If anything was intended to be tongue in cheek, it’s Slap Ya Mama.

In the end, the Ville Platte, LA based company will benefit from the NFL’s malakatude with increased sales. They’re playing this for all it’s worth; knowing that Roger Goodell and his minions are as popular with Saints fans as the Ebola virus.

I have a confession, I’ve never tried Slap Ya Mama products. I’m a Prudhomme’s Cajun Magic and Crystal Hot Sauce kind of guy, but I’m planning to check out Slap Ya Mama as a way of slapping the Commish and the No Fun League down.

I hope the humorless suits at the NFL don’t take this post literally. I would never slap the Commish, after all he was played by my countryman Michael Chiklis:

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My buddy and fellow Spankster Brett reminded me of this throw from our 2013 debut:

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Feed Ferguson

While I’ve been following the events of Ferguson as closely as I can from three states away, I haven’t felt like my white ass has had a lot to add on the subject.

Clearly I’m speaking up today, but I’ll still just keep this short and to the point:

As the world watches the events unfolding in Ferguson, many people have thought “how can I help?”. As a public school teacher, my first thought is always about the children involved in any tragic situation like this. When I found out school had been canceled for several days as a result of the civil unrest, I immediately became worried for the students in households with food instability. Many children in the US eat their only meals of the day, breakfast and lunch, at school. With school out, kids are undoubtedly going hungry.

ALL OF THIS MONEY WILL GO TO FEED KIDS IN FERGUSON. A dollar or a hundred dollars, it doesn’t matter. You will be helping to put food in the mouth of a child who needs it. Regardless of your opinion on the civil unrest in Ferguson, there is no need for innocent children to go hungry because of it.

There’s only a day left in the fundly campaign, which started with a goal of $20K and as of this writing is over $125K. These kids aren’t going to be starting class until next Monday at the earliest. Let’s make sure they’re not going hungry in the meantime.

(Additionally, if you’re in the St. Louis area and want to volunteer, contact the Food Bank directly.)

Paragraph Of The Day: Craig Giesecke Edition

Craig is one of the good friends I made in New Orleans after THE THING He and his darling wife Kim made like Horace Greeley and went west young (?) man (?) a few months back. Craig is a renaissance man: chef, writer, reporter, blogger, sailor, chocolate fancier as well as a cantankerous recovering Texan. Kim and he ran the much loved restaurant J’anita’s, which became something of a hang out for Dr. A and me when they were located in NOLA no man’s land. Business was so slow that they weren’t embarrassed to be seen with the likes of me. Dr. A is, of course, welcome everywhere. End of rare nice passage.

Now where the hell was I? Oh yeah, Craig wrote a swell paragraph at his livejournal blog beerfoodude.The blog is not eponymous but it could be. The passage in question was posted on 2/3/2014, the day after the Super Beatdown:

Speaking of the far right — when is the GOP gonna tell it to sit the hell down and then tie it to the chair and put a ball gag in its mouth? Every country has and should have a lunatic fringe — but that doesn’t mean it gets to be in the Big Tent. Let it stand out in the rain until it realizes its own stupidity is what’s making it wet. You wanna come in here where it’s dry? Fine. Act like it. There are reactionaries and socialist groups in virtually every reasonably free society on this planet and these groups send elected representatives to the national assembly. But, pretty much everywhere else, they don’t have much influence because they are regarded as what they are: the outliers with foaming mouths yelling madly at the gate. “What are they shouting about?” “I dunno, man.” As it stands now, the GOP is handing these folks a microphone and cranking up pre-recorded crowd noise, much like some of the “live” record albums produced back in the ’60s.

Paragraph Of The Day: Craig Giesecke Edition

Craig is one of the good friends I made in New Orleans after THE THING He and his darling wife Kim made like Horace Greeley and went west young (?) man (?) a few months back. Craig is a renaissance man: chef, writer, reporter, blogger, sailor, chocolate fancier as well as a cantankerous recovering Texan. Kim and he ran the much loved restaurant J’anita’s, which became something of a hang out for Dr. A and me when they were located in NOLA no man’s land. Business was so slow that they weren’t embarrassed to be seen with the likes of me. Dr. A is, of course, welcome everywhere. End of rare nice passage.

Now where the hell was I? Oh yeah, Craig wrote a swell paragraph at his livejournal blog beerfoodude.The blog is not eponymous but it could be. The passage in question was posted on 2/3/2014, the day after the Super Beatdown:

Speaking of the far right — when is the GOP gonna tell it to sit the hell down and then tie it to the chair and put a ball gag in its mouth? Every country has and should have a lunatic fringe — but that doesn’t mean it gets to be in the Big Tent. Let it stand out in the rain until it realizes its own stupidity is what’s making it wet. You wanna come in here where it’s dry? Fine. Act like it. There are reactionaries and socialist groups in virtually every reasonably free society on this planet and these groups send elected representatives to the national assembly. But, pretty much everywhere else, they don’t have much influence because they are regarded as what they are: the outliers with foaming mouths yelling madly at the gate. “What are they shouting about?” “I dunno, man.” As it stands now, the GOP is handing these folks a microphone and cranking up pre-recorded crowd noise, much like some of the “live” record albums produced back in the ’60s.

Paragraph Of The Day: Craig Giesecke Edition

Craig is one of the good friends I made in New Orleans after THE THING He and his darling wife Kim made like Horace Greeley and went west young (?) man (?) a few months back. Craig is a renaissance man: chef, writer, reporter, blogger, sailor, chocolate fancier as well as a cantankerous recovering Texan. Kim and he ran the much loved restaurant J’anita’s, which became something of a hang out for Dr. A and me when they were located in NOLA no man’s land. Business was so slow that they weren’t embarrassed to be seen with the likes of me. Dr. A is, of course, welcome everywhere. End of rare nice passage.

Now where the hell was I? Oh yeah, Craig wrote a swell paragraph at his livejournal blog beerfoodude.The blog is not eponymous but it could be. The passage in question was posted on 2/3/2014, the day after the Super Beatdown:

Speaking of the far right — when is the GOP gonna tell it to sit the hell down and then tie it to the chair and put a ball gag in its mouth? Every country has and should have a lunatic fringe — but that doesn’t mean it gets to be in the Big Tent. Let it stand out in the rain until it realizes its own stupidity is what’s making it wet. You wanna come in here where it’s dry? Fine. Act like it. There are reactionaries and socialist groups in virtually every reasonably free society on this planet and these groups send elected representatives to the national assembly. But, pretty much everywhere else, they don’t have much influence because they are regarded as what they are: the outliers with foaming mouths yelling madly at the gate. “What are they shouting about?” “I dunno, man.” As it stands now, the GOP is handing these folks a microphone and cranking up pre-recorded crowd noise, much like some of the “live” record albums produced back in the ’60s.