Friday, December 2, 2022

Friday Evening Entry December 2nd, 2022: Time for Another Frickin' Feature of a Posting -- But What's to Write That I Haven't Written Before??

Evening view of the Savoy Hotel pool deck and outdoor area, Miami Beach, Fla., 5:16 p.m., November 27, 2022

This entry contains a set of 17 outdoor images that I took here in Miami Beach on four different occasions between Nov 17 and Nov 30. I would have had a different lead image except given the tone of this entry, I couldn't figure out which one, so I selected an unlikely one.


Only a subset of them are captioned but the file names contain location / time info. One batch are from that really stormy Sunday night (Nov 20th) that lasted into the Monday morning (Nov 21st) when basically tropical storm conditions developed despite there being no obvious weather features on the map. KMIA picked up 4.46" of rain on the 20th and another 1.06" on the 21st for a 5.52" two-day total.


Friday early evening.

It was a partly sunny, seasonably warm early December day by Miami area standards -- high about 82°F -- with a somewhat lower dew point that earlier this week -- right now, about 63°F -- and an occasionally gusty easterly / northeasterly breeze off the Atlantic Ocean.

Sigh... Time for another goddamn entry. God, I'm sick of this blog.

I'm fed up with the entries. I've written everything that I can write.


What else is there to write?

That everything endlessly sucks?

That a basically genocidal Marxist mob and its corporate oligarchical puppetmasters to which it is linked in chicken-and-egg fashion are still running amok across space and time?


That the quickly collapsing American Empire and larger Western civilization has morphed into a mass suicidal psychotic blob that is no longer fully human but rather some sort of Borg-like hive minded psychotropic drug-addled-and-altered consciousness? (

That virulent racism and "genderfluidity" are the twin pillars of "social justice" in a Tumblr chat room-turned-Chinese Communist Party (CCP) TikTok experiment that has gotten out of control and is on track to eliminate the majority of the human race within a few decades?


Above: That's not the same picture as the previous one. What was weird -- and why I took two seemingly identical images -- is how this large frond from a coconut palm in Lummus Park was moving in the wind, each "leaflet" appearing to writhe on its own.

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That the U.S. Government is a tool of Psychopathic Emperor for Life Xi's CCP and traditional notions centered on the self as it relates to family, community, country, and God are now the problematic province, ironically, of Russian nationalism?

That sociopathic Millennial and "genderqueer" Gen Z crybullies with their "safe spaces" and causual genocidal racism are the demented IngSoc ideology of the Regime and its multi-headed hydra of Big Tech, Big Media, Academia, Corporate leftwing fascism, and even the law itself ... ?

So that no one is safe unless they approvingly mouth the de rigueur abominations (and woe unto them who fail to do so no matter your previous station in life)?


That race-hustling frauds not just in the U.S. but also the UK (where, in some sense, the sociocultural destruction wrought by the WOKE virus has been even worse).

I refer to a certain professional Marxist racial agitator with her race-fixated bogus charity -- actively seek the destruction of anyone who inadvertently crosses their path (and, foolishly, plays their demented games) to include an 83-year old woman because of some question about the former's traditional African dress at some function?

UPDATED 10:56 p.m. 12/2/2022

OK, this story really fucking galls me.

Again, what we have here is the fundamental murderous essence of Cultural Marxism at play with its zero-sum "group identity" struggle. In this case, we have a race-obsessed Black English woman named Ngozi Fulani born in the UK with parents of Afro-Caribbean descent. She enjoys dressing in traditional African clothings. She also has a history of deeply racially incendiary accusations against the Royal Family.

With that context, it was at recent formal event when Fulani was asked a simple question about her garb by Susan Hussey.

Susan Hussey is an 83-year old woman with a 60-year history as a Buckingham Palace insider including as Woman of the Bedchamber and Lady of the Household, not to mention a longtime close personal friend of the late Queen Elizabeth II.


In predictable but grotesque fashion, Fulani used this episode to destroy Hussey by lobbing all sorts of wild racism accusations -- and facilitated with the eager and active participation of a monstrous Media Propaganda Complex.

Needless to say, King Charles III and Queen Consort Camilla Parker Bowles-Movement are only to eager to throw Baroness Hussey under the bus and basically just die despite her lifetime of history with the Royals and on such a bullshit matter.


Yes, Charles that woke-infected ass-hat in bed with the WEF-minded genocidalists and Camilla, who happily destroyed a previous marriage that ultimately resulted in the death of a young mother of two.

Baroness Hussey's fundamental fatal mistake, of course, was EVER interacting with Fulani. You do not interact with her Marxist sort EVER under ANY circumstances. You steer far and away from them, as you would any crazed Marxist of whatever stripe or flavor. Unfortunately, existing in her reality, she had no way of knowing the deadly malevolence of the present age.

END OF UPDATE.


Above: The 7th Street sign on the horizontal pole holding one of the street lights has yet to be put back up.

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And that a Marxist Media Propaganda Complex fixated on zero-sum group conflict "narratives" eagerly plays along -- amplifying the narrative endlessly -- because, like all Marxists, humans exist only insofar as they fulfill an assigned identity role -- either Professional Victim or Professional Oppressor with the latter worthy only of social or even literal physical destruction?


The Media amplifies the "narrative" until said narrative gets shot to shit -- such as when a Trump-supporting White Supremacist radicalized by Tucker Carlson / Fox News / Elon Musk's Twitter shot up a gay nightclub in Colorado Springs and killed 5, only to rurn out to be "nonbinary" and apolitical but from an absurdly fucked up family ... and the look of palpable disappointment is almost comical...


Above: The precise moment that CNN's Alisyn Camerota had to read a statement from the Club Q shooter's attorneys' court filing that their client identifies as "non-binary."

Leftwing narrative fall down, go BOOM ... And within 24 hours, this entire story was memory-holed.

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Related to that, that the "demand" for "hate crimes" against BIPOC and LGBTQIA+2S (or whatever the Alphabet Mafia now have it at) is so much greater than the supply, that such crimes are REGULARLY concocted as hoaxes by the Oppressed side, such as this one by a California state senator just this week ...


That the seemingly bizarre obsession with "transgenderism" and "gender fluidity" has turned the sexual identity destruction and mutilatio of adolescent and pre-pubescent children into a Big Pharma-focused racket that, not coincidentally, has the side benefit of creating sterile and physically sick young adults incapable of rebelling but instead headed toward an early death?


That the entire fucking dark money-funded Deep / Administrative State led by its Regime in cahoots with the entire Vertically Integrated NGO/Big Media/Big Tech Messaging Apparatus have decided to wage war on the world's only billionaire worth any real social value?


I refer, of course, to Elon Musk -- once described as "part P.T. Barnum, part Henry Ford, part Wernher von Braun" -- because he took over Twitter and removed it as a tool in the Oligarchy's arsenal and is rapidly reverting it to what it was supposed to be.

A free speech platform for the world where the only things banned are the long-established no-no's of incitement to violence, direct threats, and pornographies exploiting minors (something pre-Elon Twitter had a (not so?) shocking amount of).


Reuters' White House correspondent Andrea Shalal at a briefing with the goofy "KJP" on November 28, 2022, in which she was begging the Biden Regime to crush Elon Musk and Twitter because -- as a WOKE Kareny "journalist" -- free speech that she and her ilk do not control is a horrifying thing.

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The Pre-Elon Twitter workforce (above) compared to the Elon-era Twitter workforce (below). Note the incredible "De-Karenization" -- and, it turns out, how little that mattered to actually running Twitter once you remove the whole massive conservative censoring operation.


All other billionaires -- Bezos, Gates, random Ukrainian or Chinese others, and the whole fucking Klaus Schwab World Economic Forum set -- are actively malevolent forces seeking the complete destruction of Western civilization. This includes both classical liberal representative democracy and the notion of inalienable rights.

They seek its replacement with an Overclass/Underclass Neofeudal Panopticon. They also are seeking mass depopulation with the help of Les Knight, the "Mr. Rogers of Voluntary Extinction."


Les Knight -- what an appropriately ironical name -- runs some Jim Jones cult-like "voluntary extinction organization" that seeks to have humans cease to reproduce and, eventually, kill themselves.

Yes, this is actually where we are as a society -- something right out of the 1986 book Nature's End by Whitley Strieber and James Kunetka with its Dr. Gupta Singh character. (We're just a little over 2 years away from 2025 when it was set.)


Naturally, the New York Times and its woke newsroom of abortion-crazed Khmer Rouge 20-and-30-something year old wokesters are gaga and over the Moon about this "Mr. Rogers of Voluntary Extinction" -- and that's a testament to the power of the Decarbonization-Crazed Climate Cult that is the mass suicidal religion of the young today.


What else to discuss and be happy about??

That with the exception of Ron "Heavy D" DeSantis down here in Florida, Republicans -- partly due to their own issues centered on Donald Trump and partly due to some serious structural matters arrayed against them -- re simply incapable of getting it together?

Oh, and on this topic, problematic candidate Herschel Walker is going to LOSE and LOSE BIG in the Georgia runoff notionally to be held this coming Tuesday, but now just part of "Election Season" with the low information voter targeted ballot harvesting operation perfected by the Democrats.


That the law itself through DOJ and its FBI federal police force has been weaponized into an instrument of the Democrat Party, itself a Cultural Marxist hydra? And that what were once conservatism and its most eloquent voices and operationally effective actors are now just willfully clueless playthings of the Left?


Or maybe that what we now have a semi-permanent Covidian biosecurity complex -- wannabe authoritarian in the West but outright mass genocidal in China, where people are regularly physically welded into their homes, starving to death and even dying in fires?

Or else they're being rounded up into the ever-metastasizing archipelago of Covid concentration camps -- that is literally champing at the bit for new "pandemics" to exercise totalitarian control? And that so many fucking Bethesda Covid Karen sorts are so eager for this?


About that, the nightmare apparition of the Bride of the Crypt Keeper in Los Angeles is literally wetting herself for new mask mandates -- and the supermajority of Communist Californians living in Los Angeles County can't wait for it. That's because nothing turns them on as much as forced masking -- unless it's human feces-flinging schizophrenic homeless addicts or mass smash-and-grab looting.

If that happens, though, the invaluable Julie Hamill has something up her sleeve that's part of an ongoing legal effort. We love you, Julie.


Nope, I've basically said everything I wanted to.

In terms of a personal update, it is true that this past week, I completed a major presentation for my job (48 slide PowerPoint file).

I also gave myself a haircut today and cleaned the apartment.


Of note, I will be gone for about half of December (16th - 31st) to include a visit to Easton, Maryland to see my mom and several days in Buffalo with Gary.

I'll try to post another entry in a couple of days.

--Regulus

Saturday, November 26, 2022

Jukebox Saturday Night for November 26, 2022: The Never Giving Up, True Faith, and This Guy Edition -OR- 53 and Somewhere in South Florida

Somewhere in South Florida, 10:58 a.m., November 26, 2022

Specifically, it was the view from the Brightline train heading north somewhere near the Miami-Dade / Broward County line. I was heading up to Wesat Palm Beach for the afternoon to meet my second cousin Tony, who lives in Port Saint Lucie. It was a TIM-FREE visit, and so much more relaxing and stress-free ...

I like Tony -- he straddles two worlds to include my Long Branch 1970s childhood / 1980s teenage one and the current awful mess of the 2020s, living down here in South Florida.

Yours truly on the Brightline train returning to Miami, Fla.,
8:46 p.m., November 26, 2022

The Premium class is so crowded and noisy that I moved into the regular section.

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As today is my 53rd birthday (see new "About Me" at right), I'm back home in Miami Beach a bit drunk after a nice day (see above), and it's Saturday night back here in Miami Beach, here's a Jukebox Saturday Night edition ...

"Never Gonna Give You Up" by Peter White from his Reflections release (1994)

"Never Gonna Give You Up" is, of course, the song by the genuinely talented and nice guy Rick Astley from his 1987 album Whenever You Need Somebody that is the basis of the "Rickrolling" internet meme that Rick Astley himself has finally come to embrace ...

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Speaking of 1987, when I was 17 and the last year that I was totally happy ...

"True Faith" by New Order from the group's album Substance (1987)

I love this song. My favorite stanza:

I used to think that the day would never come
I'd see delight in the shade of the morning Sun.
My morning Aun is the drug that brings me near
To the childhood I lost, replaced by fear.
I used to think that the day would never come
That my life would depend on the morning Sun.

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View fron the Brightline Miami station VIP lounge, Miami, Fla.,
9:34 a.m., November 26, 2022

Of note, the building with the domes on it is the Equinix "Network Access Point (NAP) of the Americas" building that is the main pathway for internet data traffic between the United States and the Caribbean and South and Central America. It is also one of the "K-root" homes of the Domain Name System (DNS), and it serves as a relay for the U.S. State Department's Diplomatic Telecommunications Service.

Visible in it is my FAVORITE Miami skyscraper, the ultra-high end condo called One Thousand Museum. Here is a picture of the base of it as I was going to the Brightline station in a dedicated Uber:


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Apropos of nothing ...

So, there's this "thing" that happens in South Pointe Park here in Miami Beach at dusk on Sundays -- especially in the summer -- where all these young people amass (hundreds of them) in an all-barefoot-in-the-park gathering. There, they enage in weird yoga, dancing, tight-rope walking, complicated dance-gymnastics routines, and sometimes strange balancing acts. I happened to be there on Sunday, July 17, 2022 (and not specifically since because it's too distracting) ...


This guy -- in his 20s and bouncing around -- must have had size 15, maybe 16, feet. For comparison, here he was next to another guy with, maybe, size 13 feet ...


That's all.

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And finally, since I've been going on about THAT GIRL, here is a song, which I featured in this Jukebox Saturday Night edition back in May 2019 ...

"This Girl" by Kungs vs. Cookin' on 3 Burners (ft. lyrics by Kylie Auldist) from the album Layers (2016)

The models in the video are Louïs Rault Watanabe and Irina Martynenko

OK, that really is all for now. My next planned entry is about a week from now.

--Regulus

Friday, November 25, 2022

Sprawling Black Friday Posted Entry: Ruminations on Why I Am So Often Alone on Thanksgiving; Memories of Systemically Lousy "Orphan Thanksgivings" During My D.C. Life; and Political Commentary -- Interspersed with Atlanta Trip Pics

A (male) gingko tree at half golden-yellow fall peak, the other half still green, Piedmont Park, Atlanta, Ga., 1:06 p.m., Nov 13, 2022

The images in this entry are from my Atlanta visit to see Chris T. earlier this month (Nov 11 - 15). Except for the first three Piedmont Park pics, they are posted chronologically. Yes they are topically unrelated to the written portion of this entry, but this is as good a time as any to post them. Most of them are not captioned, but the file names contain location and time information.


As for the lead image, there are at least two ginkgo biloba trees in this image. Oh, and the fall color cycle this year was screwed up -- and nothing like last eyhar, when I went to Atlanta at the same time of the year (Veterans Day holiday weekend) and everything was at perfect peak. This year, about half the leaves were past peak / already fallen while the remainder were mostly a dull and vapid green.


You may note that this entry has fewer font color shifts than usual. That's intentional.

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[Note: I wrote this entry in part on Thanksgiving but did not finish and post it until the day after, "Black Friday."]

Thursday and another Thanksgiving about to end.

I did very little today except multiple loads of laundry.

Heading over the MacArthur Causeway into Miami to MIA,
10:23 a.m., November 11, 2022

And, OF COURSE, there had to be one borderline homeless-looking nutty guy -- who may or may not live in the building -- just sitting in the laundry room the whole time through his two loads. The troubling part was when he intentionally ignored as I tried to get his attention that his dryer loads had finished. I finally got him to notice, but I half expected him to attack me, although that kind of shit is more something you'd get back in Washington fuck you D.C.


As I had no meaningful food in my apartment -- that's pretty much always the case -- I went to Big Pink around 6:30 p.m.

This is also where I went on Wednesday night and sat at the bar area. The bartender / manager Paul -- a large ex or semi-ex-Marine -- working there on Wednesday told me the place would be serving a Thanksgiving-type tray of food on Thursday, and that he'd be again working, so I went back.

That was it for my day.


Above: A cute little French bulldog who looked so unhappy while his daddy tried to check in one of the American Airlines counters at MIA. Daddy was having some serious issue -- possibly related to traveling with the dog.

Below: MIA Gate D60 is actually outside on the tarmac and consists of an absurd number of "sub-gates" -- all just makeshift ramps and steps into particular jets -- that run up to D60-Z. I somehow always end up there. (I think it's for smaller jets such as those going from MIA to JAX, ATL, or CLT.)


So, no big Thanksgiving dinners with friends or acquaintances or, of course, family (since I have no family in the Miami area, my dad being 250 miles north of here in Flagler Beach). Not even an "Orphan Thanksgiving" for me.

Let me try to explain something, though, about why I ended up alone more often than not on Thanksgiving -- and why I'm fine with that.


For starters, I'm an an only child from a "broken" home from my earliest memories -- often swatted back and forth during my childhood, adolescent, and teenage years.

And since early adulthood, I have alwys been single and lived alone due in no small part to a mix of antisocial tendencies and unwillingness to settle for anything less than perfect (and, yes, I am fully aware there was no goddamn long line to get to me -- just other failures).

To adapt the memorable line by Groucho Marx, I'd never date anyone who would have me as a partner.


Added to this, my November 26th birthday is ALWAYS swallowed up by the Thanksgiving holiday weekend. Whether it falls, as sometimes happens, right on the holiday, or within at most four days of it (range of Thanksgiving possible dates: Nov 22 - 28), my birthday is forever lost in the accompanying holiday weekend to this fourth Thursday-of-every-November holiday.

What's more, Thanksgiving is not only the biggest secular American holiday, but in some sense, it has an unspoken requirement surpassing even that of Christmas that you should -- MUST -- be with family or in some group gathering.


As a result of that strange mix of factors, I've spent as many Thanksgivings outright alone as I have with anyone. And those that I spent with "adopted" families have typically been shitty -- ESPECIALLY all those awful ones with the BIG Y'EYEMAH's family (add Easter into that, too) at their home in suburban Maryland just inside outside the Capital Beltway.

These were the unctuous but spiritually empty Protestant sorts who can't wait to grow old, feeble, confused, and gassy together and, after a single generation, have offspring that never reproduce and end up nihilistic atheists who only celebrate "the right" to have abortions and support the usual farrago of "social justice" leftwing causes favored by the Oligarchy as a go-to tool of political control.


While BIG Y'EYEMAH never married (or had any relationship whatsoever), the brother had a wife, who I never could stand because of her combative style and aggressiveness. They broke up -- I suspect, because she went full lesbo on him.

I mention this because In declaring her adamant opposition to having any children when she was married to him, she'd bellow comments such as, "I DON'T WANT SOME ALIEN PARASITE GROWING INSIDE OF ME!!" The parents (her now-ex in-laws) -- thinking what the hell they had -- would titter nervously while BIG SPINSTER Y'EYEMAH laughingly approved for her own reasons.


Going there on Thanksgiving was always an exercise in suffering through multiple indignities ...

There's the suffocating and smarmy self-righteousness, the indigestion-inducing food, the stupid puns, the absurd political arguments with the father "Pa Walrus" (those would not have happen today, that's for sure), the "oooh, it's sinfully delicious!" mediocre desert, and, finally, upon departure, the obligatory bestowing upon you of a paper bag filled with inedible leftovers and weird "goodies" you had to throw out.


This was all part of the mother Ma Wide Spot's intrinsically ethically dubious notion of an "Orphan Thanksgiving" wherein she "rounded up" all the lonesome losers, obese failures, passive doormats, and confused non-Americans attending her church (but with nothing going on) for the crappy and forgettable affair.

In later years of suffering through those events, there was always the mother's mobile phones-in-a-wicker basket stunt that was supposed to result in you focusing on the shitty context and forgettable people around you instead of your phone. Looking back on that, I find that belittling and would not submit to it.


Once stranded in Silver Spring for the affair, you'd watch the plopped-out Big Y'Eyemah -- never one to eat anything except cheap meat and cheesy processed foods while always eschewing any fresh vegetable or, God forbid, a tossed salad -- chew real fast on those baby carrots. And her mouth always made a small oval within twin spheroids of cheek fat when she replied "COKE, PLEASE" upon being snort-asked by Pa Walrus what she wanted to drink. (She always turned down the expensive wines, which were one thing the father did well.)

The Big Y'EYEMAH would then sit there all beady eyed that I'd be in some argument with her old man, Mr. Snuffleupagus. That's because it was always, ALWAYS, that uniquely Gen X-style failure ABOUNDING in every Boomer-facilitated way.

After the always-crummy affair finally ended, you always felt so much worse. And I don't just mean in a gastrointestinal way -- although there was that, too.

About that, at the risk of TMI overload, turkey is something that has always been "digestionally" problematic for me -- and, God, does it stink up the bathroom. And you have to go, like, half a dozen times -- running the risk of an exacerbating a minor fissure and unwanted bright red coloration in the bowl water to the point you can even smell the iron.

Such a great way to start your day.


Keep that digestion issue in mind for the following "Black Friday" morning when I had to be in work by 9 a.m. (I rarely got in before 9:30 a.m.) at that GODDAMN Japanese turkey farm in Bethesda, and you'd try to find an as-little-as-used-as-possible men's in the building.

The whole anti-life freak show was part never-ending nightmare and part celestial farce that is now, thankfully, over. But it forms that legacy of 28 years of fucked up D.C. / D.C. area failure.


As for that GODDAMN Japanese turkey farm, it was a low-rent corporate espionage affair when these young Japanese girls on visa to work in the U.S. put in 14-hour days five days a week (MAYBE 12 hours on Friday). And your Japanese harpy boss doing a kamikaze Friday morning work attack on you: "YOU GO LITE UP 'BOUT ALL BOILER LEGURASHUN IN YEW ESS A BY MONDAY! AH, SO ..."

The point is, I'm used to spening Thanksgivings alone, and even when I've spent them with other adopted families, they were usually shitty. Honestly, I don't even like Thanksgiving.


OK, back to the present ...

It was a warm and humid day and night -- in fact, it was quite warm for Miami late November standards with a KMIA high of 87°F even while the dew point hovered around 73°F. (The daily record was 88°F set in 2014.) A warm and humid pattern looks to remain in place over South Florida with no signficant frontal passages for the next 5 days and the 570-dkm line staying to the north of Miami that entire period.

As for today, Friday, Nov 25th, KMIA hit 88°F -- which was a daily record high, surpassing the 86°F set way back in 1947. (The record low was 40°F set in 1970.)

A bulldog waits while his mommy sits at the bar area having a morning meal at Cafe Lucia in Atlanta's Midtown area, 8:23 a.m., Nov 12, 2022

Atlanta's Midtown neighborhood encompasses what used to be good about Washington, D.C. -- Young, electically diverse, vibrant, interesting people, and a "livable" city environment in a temperate middle latitude climate and ecology.


But it has (so far -- subject to change) everything that went wrong with D.C.: A totalizing Marxist critical theory obsessed "hyper reality" of WOKE Maoist monsters and their Regime-sponsored Khmer Rouge cousins in the form of Antifa street thug shock troops and undergoing a slow mass suicide through thesecular fundamentalist religion of Covid enforced by horrifying Millennial Karens and Gen Z Madisons.


Additionally, the level of city government-actively facilitated schizophrenically violent and drug-addled homelessness is definitely less in Atlanta. Finally, probably due to its Southern location, the background level of hair-trigger urban extreme aggression is markedly lower than in Atlanta than D.C., Baltimore, Philly, or NYC.


I got home by about 9 p.m., and I'm watching another Samsung TV Plus internet streaming channels, namely, Pluto TV's TV Land. It is one two channels "up" from the FilmRise one showing a 24/7 continuous loop of That Girl (see previous entry for THAT topic).

It's showing multiple episodes (but not a 24/7 continuous loop) of 2010s-era sitcom The Exes. Airing for four season (Nov 2011 - Sept 2015) across 64 episodes, the show co-stars Kristen Johnston, Donald Faison, Wayne Knight, David Alan Basche, and Kelly Stables.

David Alan Basche is the kind of guy I definitely find attractive -- facially and body type. (And I see why he played Todd Beamer in the movie United 93.) But, of course, Basche's politics are garden-variety Hollywood leftism mixed with factually wildly wrong shit (GEORGIA ELECTION LAW IS JIM CROW 2.0!). Such leftwing political ideology is de rigueur for Hollywood B-and-C-list celebs. (Ultra-A listers are given some latitude.)

But looking at his Twitter feed, Basche's politics aren't totalizing and smothering in the way of, say, Debra Messing or Mia Wacko Farrow.

As for Pluto TV, it has the strangest "network identification (ID)" feature, or rather, series of features. I don't even have the right vocabulary for it -- and I couldn't find any online descriptor or key words.


It involves a "top" and "bottom" mesh-like undulating topographic surfaces -- mirror images of each other, one a "floor" and the other a "roof" -- through which the viewer is moving.

The weird topographies are illuminated, depending on the version, one of four off-primary electric colors -- magenta, blue-violet, gold-yellow, or deep orange -- in an otherwise black void. Sometimes, it shifts through these colors, other times, it remains constant.

In other versions of this network ID, there is only a "surface" terrain, no "roof" mirror image.

There's another one involving streamers of electric color that eventually form an animated curving tunnel -- like one of the older representations of traveling inside a black hole / worm hole.


In all cases, it is set to a haunting trance-instrumental sound. I'm not sure if sound qualifies as a synthpad, but it is trance like. The logo "Pluto TV" sometimes floats in this space, moving with the viewer.

Oh, and there's this one with just the "surface" topography, the Pluto TV logo, and next to it, the Samsung TV Plus one.


OK, at this point, I want to detour into a politically themed entry, but it's so late (1:30 a.m.) and I really end up going down a rabbit hole with such topics.

I will include mention of this story via linked article by Teri Christoph, Red State: White House Encourages Americans to Serve up a Healthy Portion of Misinformation at Their Thanksgiving Meals.



The story here is that Ron Klain, the repulsive, fat-faced Chief of Staff to the dessicated, dementia-addled, angry octogenarian pervy creep who is the notional / titular President of the United States, got staff of Millennial Marxist shit-bags to draft a "talking points" that he posted to Twitter for its supporters to use to have a Thankgiving dinner table political brawl with their "Trump loving uncle."


Putting aside the fact most of the points are factually wrong (GOP wants to destroy Social Security and Medicare) or nonsensical (inflation and gasoline are "lower" because they are below their 9% and $5/gallon peaks set earlier this year during which time Biden was already Hair Sniffer-in-Chief), this is a nice example of the Marxist mindset of this current White House:


A political hyper-reality where everything is reduced to a brutal and totalizing Marxist group struggle, one in which all bonds of family and friendship are to be destroyed and replaced by nodes within the Great Reset Oligarchy's Techno-Panopticon Hive Mind.


This is the mindset of the Communist -- economic or culture, it makes no difference. The Communist only understands power and only backs off when confronted with a stronger and unyielding force. American conservatism with its focus on small-minded republicanism and just-leave-us-alone limited government is uniquely ill-equipped to fight this kind of totalizing Marxist conflict.


The other major topic I want to relates -- except it would really extend this entry, and I just can't start it right now -- is the grotesque Blood Libel of the Big Media Maoist Millennials who instantly exploit every tragedy / mass shooting before the bodies are even cold for their depraved totalizing warfare.


I refer to the Left's critical gender theory Marxism whereby biological sexes are simply interchangeable based upon the whim of the person involved (provided that person is in "allyship" with them) and that there are literally an infinite number "genders" in a sort of genderqueer quantum foam.

The result of this psychotic "critical gender theory" ideology -- itself a tool of control of the Oligarchical Overclass -- is manifesting itself in the sexual multilation and related necessary "puberty blocker" drugging of tens to hundreds of thousands of adolescent children, not to mention the rampant sexualization of children nationwide through "drag queen story hours" and sexually explicit reading material.

You end up with 13-year old children that look like this person:


Any sane person not in the throes of this death cult belief system can see that this child's life is ruined -- physically mutilated and badly weakened and biochemically AND pyschologically destroyed -- and s/he will likely not make it to 35, maybe not even 30.

Yet the entire FUCKING American "Vertically Integrated Messaging Apparatus" is onboard with this Mengelian ideological monstrosity. I refer to the NGO - Nonprofit / Big Media / Big Tech (OK, MINUS Elon-era Twitter) / Public Education / Big Academia hydra. Indeed, to resist it is to be branded the thought criminal worthy only of destruction.


This is how the American Association of Pediatrics (AAP) can dogmatically demand no limits on such "gender affirming care" while the National Hockey League tweets out how it is IMPERATIVE that fully grown men pretending to be women are allowed to play a violent contact sport with biological woman.


Yes, any deviation from this bizarre and, ultimately, depopulation-focused dogma IS deemed by the Left LITERAL physical violence bordering on genocide.

What's more, the person who would disagree with the sexual multilation and sexualization of children is therefore collectively guilty of "stochastic terrorism" (the new buzzward on the Left) and must be professionally, legally, and even physically destroyed.


Two incidents in the past week, most notably the killing of 5 people at a gay night club in Colorado Springs on Nov 19th by, it turns out, a "non-binary" and deeply mentally ill person, brought all of this to the fore.


The current Maoist propagandist army leading this charge -- with the active encouragement of their corporate overlords -- are Ben Collins, Brandy Zadrozny, Benjamni Coggin, and Taylor Lorenz, not to mention the entire New York Times and Washington Post newsrooms, and the entire staff of Salon, Slate, The Atlantic, and The Bulwark, among pretty much the rest of the Big Media hydra.

Here is what Tucker Carlson had to say about that:


The full transcript is here (and remember to click on the URL bar when you get the "Access Denied" page.)

As you can see, this topic quickly gets away from me, which is why it is so difficult each to broach in a limited way.

Intermezzo Cafe, Atlanta, Ga., 12:52 p.m., November 12, 2022

I really like this Intermezzo Cafe in Atlanta's Midtown area, especially the bar area. I went there twice on my Atlanta trip earlier this month.

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For tomorrow, I'm planning on treating tomorrow more or less like a weekend day and go out. I really don't want to sit inside all day trying to post a damn blog entry. [OK, that did not happen, and I ended up staying inside all afternoon completing this entry.]

The Cirque du Soleil stage area shortly before the show started, Atlanta, Ga., 4:33 p.m., November 12, 2022

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On Saturday (my birthday), I'm going on the Brightline up to West Palm Beach -- but NOT to meet Tim. That relationship is quite over. Twice. Once in 1997 and now again in 2022. Besides, he's probably off on one of his stints involving 15 flights to 8 cities in six states over 12 days facilitated with a seemingly inexhaustible supply of money.

Instead, I'm going up there to meet my second cousin Tony from New Jersey. He now lives in Port St. Lucie. (His mom is my great Aunt Antoinette ("Toni"), wife of my late great uncle Billie, one of my late paternal grandmother's multiple younger brothers. Soon to turn 96 -- on the same day as my mom's birthday, Dec 16th -- Aunt Toni is one of only two of the remaining wives of all those great uncles.)

Blake's on the Park, Atlanta, Ga., 5:09 p.m., November 13, 2022

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Next week, I really need to buckle down and get some work done for my job involving those mindnumbing "desktop reviews" I do every 3 to 5 months. I also need to start this before the next round of monthly progress reports causes a two-week interruption.

Finally, by mid-December (just three weeks hence), it's time to go to Maryland to visit my mom for a week and a half and then take a three to four day side jaunt to Buffalo to meet Gary during the period between Christmas and New Years.

Given all of this, my next planned entry likely won't be for about a week -- that is, around next Friday.

Maggiano's at the Perimeter Mall, Dunwoody, Ga., 3:47 p.m., November 14, 2022

As with the Midtown Intermezzo Cafe I really like this Maggiano's at the Perimeter Mall in the Atlanta suburb of Dunwoody. I repeatedly asked Chris for us to go there and we did. I discovered the place on my last visit to see him in November 2021.

And as happened on that last visit, we had an unexpected and pleasant conversation with someone from north Georgia. Last time, it was a young lady literally waiting for her little daughter to finish up a weekend parental visit to her father (the lady's ex-husband). A very intelligent lady, she was pissed and way too bitter for her age.


This time, it was a young fellow (26 years old) from the town of Helen, Georgia -- famous for its yuletide Bavarian-themed Christmas display -- who is working for the Georgia Republican Party who was staying in the Atlanta area for the upcoming runoff election -- which Herschel Walker is going to easily lose to the Communist "Reverend" and slum lord incumbent -- and represent another Trump-touted failed celebrity candidate.

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The Nook, Midtown Atlanta, Ga., 11:55 a.m., November 14, 2022

I went to The Nook to meet a coworker, Ryan, who happens to live in Atlanta's Midtown neighborhood.

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About the Buffalo trip detour before I return to Miami, the reason for this is Gary got one of this usual amazing hotel deals, and we will go there -- perhaps, if we're lucky, seeing a snowy period in between Christmas and New Year's period.

The now-permanent "airport rainforest" display between Concourses A and B at Atlanta's Hartsfield-Jackson International Airport, 2:54 p.m., November 15, 2022

I had a lot of time that afternoon, so I walked from the check-in area by Concourse T all the way to Concourse D rather than taking the automated ATL SkyTrain. Once at Concourse D, I did a sort of solo bar crawl through three places.

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OK, I'm signing off for now. Again, barring something significant to relate, my next entry won't be for about a week.

--Regulus