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April 30, 2016
Quick Note on Maleness, Donald Trump & Real Life.
For years I've dissed the West's Great Neutering, in my case a discovery based primarily on the increase in younger effeminate but straight male lawyers over the past 15 years. I'm still voting for HRC if given the chance. Best POTUS candidate in my lifetime. But part of me wants to support Donald Trump. I do like his nod to traditional maleness. And I never knew how deep and bad The Great Neutering was until I watched the panicky reaction to Trump's candidacy. Boomer parenting and 3rd wave Feminism created a miserable class of neutered males. Many of these young men are uncomfortable with and ashamed of Being Male. We need to stop this.
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April 23, 2016
Happy Passover.
Thoughtful book by an Irishman about my favorite tribe.
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April 21, 2016
Kubrick: Communication breakdown, it's always the same.
Lyrics in post's title by J. Bonham, J. Jones, J. Patrick. (Flames of Albion Music, Inc.)
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April 17, 2016
Partner Emeritus, We Love You Long Time.
At his new home at ATL Surrogate this week, Partner Emeritus discussed mindfulness:
These days, I practice mindfulness by going to an Oriental massage parlor adorned in a silk kimono. I usually go for the "kneading" massage on my staff. For extra stimulation, I have the madame of the house play 2 Live Crew's "Me so horny" in the background. Best $25 spent in NYC ever.
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April 16, 2016
POTUS Elections Past. A genuinely savage person: We need more Peter Sheridans.
From Fear and Loathing on the Campaign Trail '72:
What happened, according to Chitty, was that "the Boohoo reached up from the track and got hold of Muskie's pants-leg waving an empty martini glass through the bars around the caboose platform with his other hand and screaming: 'Get your lying ass back inside and make me another drink, you worthless old fart!"
"It was really embarrassing," Chitty told me later on the phone. "The Boohoo kept reaching up and grabbing Muskie's legs, yelling for more gin...Muskie tried to ignore him, but the Boohoo kept after him and after a while it got so bad that even Rubin backed off."
"The Boohoo," of course, was the same vicious drunkard who had terrorized the Muskie train all the way from Palm Beach, and he was still wearing a press badge that said "Hunter S. Thompson - Rolling Stone."
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April 11, 2016
Waterboarding is torture again?
CIA Director John Brennan is wrong. Whether or not waterboarding is "torture," it and other harsh interrogation techniques have their time and place during wartime. See "Director Brennan: CIA Won't Waterboard Again--Even if Ordered by Future President."
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April 06, 2016
On Wisconsin: POTUS primaries, healthy defeats & real life.
While Trump and Clinton are my favorite GOP and Democratic Party candidates, I think it's good that both suffered defeats in Wisconsin yesterday. Hey, this is America, campers. Each POTUS election every four years should be a horserace. If possible there should be no early-on pre-convention shoe-in in either major party. Healthier.
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April 03, 2016
Heroes: WFB2
He was not always my favorite thinker--but William Frank Buckley, Jr. (1925-2008) was one of the greatest men in my lifetime. I saw him speak in the 1970s and he wowed even die-hard New Deal lefties in the overwhelmingly liberal audience with his wit and intelligence, appearing on campus a few weeks after Hunter Thompson. He was smart, funny, warm. And a fun kind of arrogant. An American standout from an early age.
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April 02, 2016
Happy 71st birthday, Eric Patrick Clapton.
Happy (Belated) 71st Birthday Eric Patrick "God" Clapton (b. March 30 1945). I first heard you on Yardbirds tracks I started collecting at 13 but 2 weeks after my 15th birthday on March 10, 1968 you played a live version of Crossroads lasting 4:16 in the first show at Bill Graham's boomer cathedral called the Fillmore West which made it on to Wheels of Fire album and changed the way I heard rock forever. I've heard it hundreds of times and get chills down my spine when I listen as I must a few times every year. It's fitting there is no videotape of what happened; it's never bothered me. That day, Eric Clapton, you earned your nickname, made me believe in magic and blew my tubes out. You were out of your head, more than usual with your two co-genius band mates. Only God-turned-Banshee can play like that. You know it I know it. They don't know what love is, sir.
Cream - Crossroads (Live At The Fillmore... by creamuploader
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Happy Saturday, campers. Still on Maggie's Farm?
I ain't gonna work for Maggie's ma no more. No, I ain't gonna work for Maggie's ma no more. Well, she talks to all the servants about man and God and law. and everybody says she's the brains behind pa. She's sixty-eight, but she says she's twenty-four. No, I ain't gonna work for Maggie's ma no more.
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