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November 24, 2019

Pilgrims Going to Church, George Henry Boughton (1867)

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November 22, 2019

A Friday: "Johnny we hardly knew ye..."

Today marks the 56th anniversary of President John F. Kennedy's assassination in downtown Dallas, Texas. Kennedy was 46 years old. He was born May 29, 1917. He died on November 22, 1963. A Friday.

Sure, a Friday. When we first heard I was in a grade school science class of about 25 students in Cincinnati, Ohio where my family had moved from Chicago eighteen months before. I was sitting next to my best friend Chip Conway in the farthest lab table in the back row. The class for us was the first after lunch period. The teacher was the popular and hardworking Robert Terwilliger, or Mr. "T". Half-way through it the principal broke into our class over the loud speaker system. In just a few sentences she slowly but solemnly told us that the president had just been murdered in Dallas during his visit there. School was let out early. Few students lived close enough to school to walk home. So we all headed immediately to the Indian Middle School's two dozen yellow buses.

I don't remember one thing anyone said to one another. Or even if anyone did say anything. There was not much noise. The 600 or so 4th, 5th and 6th graders moving in the halls and stairs of the sprawling two-story building (that during the 1950s had served as the community's high school) and on the walkways leading to the buses that were already dutifully pulling up to the long curb three hours early were earnest and quiet.

I don't remember anything about the two-mile bus ride home. I just know it took me to our house on Miami Road in front of the big beautiful old stone water tower.

Below is my favorite photograph of John Fitzgerald Kennedy, taken in late 1942. He was then 25.

A stick in me hand and a tear in me eye
A doleful damsel I heard cry,
Johnny I hardly knew ye.

--from "Johnny, I Hardly Knew Ye", popular Irish anti-war song written in early 1800s.

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November 17, 2019

Stop Training Dogs. Yes, You. Just Stop It.

Me today in bad mood on elevator with unknown GenY with her new rescued dog who jumps up on me...

HER: I’m so sorry! We just got him! He hasn’t had much training!

ME: It’s a DOG, Honey! A gorgeous boy DOG. It wants to jump, run, go outside, get drunk and hump everything. It’s a dog!

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HR Departments

Why are most HR Departments based on “snitch culture” of women, gays and effeminate men?

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November 13, 2019

White Boy Action Wear

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Twenty-one years ago I started a company called Black Dog to sell tees, sweatshirts, jackets and the like under the name of "White Boy Action Wear". The WBAW logo and "White Boy" (see T-shirt image above) would have appeared on every product.

We shelved the company and the clothing line when we realized something while selling a few items initially to obtain trade and service marks: very few people outside of the largest U.S. cities and some fun (but insular) snowboarding, skateboarding and extreme sports communities (a) "got it"--the name, that is--and (b) felt comfortable with it and the "concept", such as it is. Lots of people said they felt uncomfortable with White Boy Action Wear--the words, the concept, the tee shirt--and in ways they could not always explain to us. Me? I think it's funny (read: hysterical) and always have.

It makes fun of white people, by the way.

And although I’m a white guy, I think anyone can make fun of white people. I don’t believe in “cultural appropriation.”

Help me out:

1. Does, for example, the T-shirt product above offend you?

2. Would you buy it?

3. Would you keep or wear it if it were a present?

4. Would you let your kids wear it?

5. Would you wear it at your country club? An Irish bar?

6. Would you wear it into the "Soul Lounge" in Madisonville, Ohio, a Cincinnati suburb of mainly black (or Afro-American) residents? Or at a mainly white working class bar in nearby the suburb of Norwood?

7. Even if you have no problems with it, and think it's wonderful and funny, what problems do you see other people having with it?

8. Have things (and sensibilities) changed or loosened up enough for people to understand the mild fun and satire connected the "White Boy Action Wear" idea and the goofy White Boy who would appear on every product?

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Paul Cezanne, Les joueurs de carte, 1892

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Paul Cezanne, Les joueurs de carte, 1890-1892

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November 12, 2019

2nd Tuesday MAGA


DCMAGA Meetup: Happy Hour at The Trump Hotel

Tonight November 12
6:00 pm to 9:30 pm

1100 Pennsylvania Ave NW
Washington, DC 20004
United States

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Now more diverse than ever...😀

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November 08, 2019

Pantheon: Julianne Moore.

An astonishingly versatile actress and human being.

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November 06, 2019

Work-Life.

923. Work is never about Employees.

Employees while important are always third.

Repeat after me:

1. Customers.
2. Employers who serve them.
3. Employees.

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Rick Garcia Art Greenwich CT November 7 2019

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November 05, 2019

The Woke Section of My Local Bookshop

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MenBad WomenGood section of my local bookstore. This section of the store is much larger and is even more handwringing, self-righteous and morally smug-superior than this.

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November 01, 2019

Cosmos

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‪The Cosmos Club. My grandfather’s retreat. The scene of my wedding. The place of definitions. You needed way more than money to get in here. Way. Thanks, Grandpop. I still miss you. I’m still trying to get it right. I will. ‬

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