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“I Still Cry In the Night” — How I Torpedoed My Career

AND THREW AWAY THE DREAM JOB OF A LIFETIME in two or three keystrokes. It was really that simple.

Lawyers and others who deal in confidences place these mouse-type disclaimers at the bottoms of their emails (one assumes by default) to the effect of “This is privileged communication. If you’re reading it and not the intended addressee, stop, and discard the email. Notify the sender.” And such-like. Over the years, I had thought maybe we at Otto should have such a disclaimer on our stuff, but never did anything about it. It probably wouldn’t have helped me in my terminal situation, but I might have had at worst one leg to stand on, instead of having them both cut out from under me.

In the middle of a work week last December, I was, among my other tasks and duties, engaged in an exchange of emails with a person who was very thoroughly playing the asshole. They were jerking my chain and generally revealing themselves to be someone with whom I would never have a comfortable relationship. There have been others like that down the years. You meet lots of them in life … But this person was an unique specimen of the breed.

Watching a documentary on Netflix over the weekend: Tom Petty and the Heartbreakers — Running Down a Dream, I found myself nodding in agreement with Benmont Tench (at least I think he was the one who said this), relating of a time he found himself disillusioned with the music business — how sleazy it is and how many slimey and corrupt, individuals — how many malignant narcissists — there are in it… and then allowing that he came to the realization that most business, indeed most of life, is like that and the music business is hardly unique in that way.

Well, moving along, I was begging to be relieved of the burden of dealing with this particular individual. But it’s matter of policy (one I myself can lay claim to, as a matter of fact) that we didn’t say, “No.” That there was always a way we would try to meet a prospective customer’s needs or demands, no matter how unreasonable they might seem. And, as it had been my prospecting efforts which had brought this person to light, I was kinda stuck with them. Nevertheless, I bitched. And there were sympathetic ears in the office for me to bitch to, as it was agreed that, good customer service aside, this person was pushing the outside of the envelope.

One morning, I found a message from them in my InBox. It was insulting in the extreme, full-on unearned condescension and a good deal of malign spew. I probably would have been justified in simply ignoring it. And, if I had, you probably would not be reading this sad tale. I forwarded it to one of those sympathetic ears with a note asserting that it was not our place as a business to tell a customer not to behave like that, but…

At least, I thought I did.

Turned out that, instead of hitting Alt-W to forward the message, I must have hit Alt-R to reply, because it seems my little mini rant, couched in terms virtually guaranteed to inflame your garden variety malignant narcissist, was actually sent to the person in question. I called a spade a spade, making no bones about it, albeit laying out said calling in a way that was not truly actionable. I didn’t say, “You, (sir or madam) are a douchebag,” I said, “It’s not our place to tell people not to behave like a douchebag.” Nevertheless, they threatened to sue if I weren’t fired. I’m at all not certain how libel can be shown to be the case in a private communication, but … whatever. My defense, pretty lame as it was was that I had not intended the message for the individual, but for my coworker, and, in my view, they had improperly intercepted a privileged communication. But I was quickly persuaded that wouldn’t fly. Although the matter clearly was not actionable, the mere bringing of a suit and the cost of defending it could prove ruinous, so, I had to — so to speak — lean in and take one for the team.

Of course, it would have been nice if my employers had said, “Scroom. You’ve been a loyal employee for 35 years and nobody dictates our personnel policy — NO BODY.” But it’s business and they didn’t. In fact, they couldn’t get me out the door fast enough.

None of which is the point of this plaint. After a tearful goodbye to my work wife, I cleared out my desk, changed what passwords I reasonably could, and handed over the rest, and rode the elevator down and out of the world that had been my life for 35 years, spanning five decades, three cities in two states, my marriage, and all the rest.

Last fall, a video crew from Kentucky Educational Television had been shooting in the loft and, in a conversational moment, I asserted to the producer/reporter that “Most of what’s on the walls here (framed passes and RIAA platinum disc awards) is mine.” In the course of my exit, my work wife repeated that back to me. I hadn’t even realized she’d heard me. How could 35 years of a life simply be thrown on the scrap heap like that? I still cry in the night.

Tonight I lay awake, thinking about it — running over the sound track of the aforementioned documentary in my mind — and wondered how many, of all the hundreds and thousands of people I’ve met and worked with over the years even know I’m gone? How many, when they find out, will even care? Will any of them miss me — miss the things I did for them? Over the years, I’ve tried to teach the front line folk that their job is first and foremost to be the customer’s advocate. Will that ethos survive in a bottom-line kind of atmosphere?

I think, in the intervening months, I’ve heard from two of my former clients: one the touring director for a top country act, the other the tour manager for a Mexican folk singer. Both I have known since the early eighties. I’m still active on LinkedIn and Facebook. You’d think SOMEbody would write or call to ask, “What happened to you?” But: crickets. I sometimes wonder if the person who got me fired (Do they know they ruined my life?) is glad of their kill and wears my figurative scalp on their belt with pride.

I guess it’s true, what Orwell said. In a time of universal deceit, truth-telling may be seen as a revolutionary (or criminal) act. Be careful who you tell the truth to. They may not like hearing it.

Blogroll Change of Note

AUTHOR MARKO KLOOS formerly of the Munchkin Wrangler blog and Tam’s comment threads fame, and recently, here, of MilSF authorship fame, has moved or is moving his principal venue to a new URL: markokloos.com. We have adjusted our blogroll to suit. So should you.

It should be noted that this change happened back in May, so we are — as per usual — behind the curve and there is a blue ton of good stuff already there, and Marko moved the MW archives over, (something I should do here, when I can get a round tuit) so don’t be afraid to dive right in.

Not Wanting to Beat a Dead Horse

I HAVE BEEN PRETTY QUIET on the issue of global warming. As I have said ad nauseam, in order for the conjecture to prove worthy — indeed — of even the most cursory investigation, (let alone the full-court-press for terraforming the greens are mounting) it must demonstrate at least a reasonableness to the four legs of the stool.

In order for global warming to be worth anything other than maximum derision, it must be demonstrated, first, that the phenomenon exists at all — that there is, indeed, warming. Second, there must be a reasonable probability that the phenomenon is truly global in scope. Third, it must be demonstrated to be man-caused. And fourth, it must be shown to a reasonable degree of likelihood that the effects will be harmful and on a scale which outweighs the cost of potential remediation. In short, it must be demonstrated that the whole thing is Catastrophic, Anthropogenic, Global, Warming. If any one of the legs fails, the whole falls apart.

I have rehearsed here all the reasons why, far from only one, ALL FOUR of the legs fail — and abysmally so.

It appears I may have oversimplified the case. Dr. Ira Glickstein has posted at Watt’s Up With That? what looks to me on the merits very much like a dispositive takedown of CAGW, not only on the merits of the conjecture, but even on those of the proposed solutions.

I think it’s pretty clear that it may be taken that anyone who still “believes” global warming is a serious issue is someone who is barely able to count to twenty with his shoes on — if that — and needs to wear padded garments when let out of the house.

These Guys Were Not Clients

WHEN I WAS STILL at Otto, but I wish they had been.

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My first attempt at pro-level doodling. I see all those photos of Moleskine pages on Pinterest with their beautifully-composed, and oh-so-clever doodles and I wonder at my temerity to even try.

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Playing with Apophysis.

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It. Is. Up!

cvr genesis 0116DID IT! The Genesis Undertaking is uploaded to Amazon, enrolled in KDP Select and (I presume) KOLL. Registered copyright at US Copyright office. watch this space for the announcement that the eBook is live at Amazon. I encourage Dolly fans to post reviews at Amazon or GoodReads.

Kevin Brings Home a Short One

BACK IN THE GOODOLE DAYS — the golden age of blogging, I used to tease Kevin Baker of The Smallest Minority for his runon posts. Lawd, the boy could write one! They were long! But when he wrote it, there wasn’t any more to be writ about it.

Me, I’m kindof a short-and-sweet guy. I’m always looking for the succinct bon mot, le mot juste — just the word that perfectly describes a situation or sums up a concept. But only one and one only.

So, along with my gratitude for his kindness, imagine my pleasure at reading this post at TSM.

Short. And. Suh-weet!

Why Does Love Got to Be So Sad?

IN A PRETTY TYPICAL link-to-it-and-drop-an-Oscar-Wilde-bon-mot post on Instapundit, Glenn Reynolds refers to the condition detailed in the article here as “the sad economics of Internet fame.” Apparently, accepting and adapting to reality is now sad when whiney social justice types find the real condition to be — (whine) unfair.

Poor is the new rich, as Sarah Hoyt sagaciously notices.

I have said many times, many ways, in many venues over the years, in the future, we will all be cottage industrialists. People with facile-but-limited understanding of reality may call it the post-scarcity economy, but I prefer to think of it as the post-jobs economy. That is, to say not that we will no longer have to work for a living, but that we will no longer work for a single employer for an entire career, deriving our entire incomes at a single job at any given time. Rather, everyone who is prudent (or, maybe, the prudent and imprudent alike) will maintain several opportunistic income streams supported by a skill set generally more-varied than (I suspect) a lot of people these days are accustomed to thinking of as the norm.

You may find that sad; I don’t. Though it’s hard to persuade anyone of it, I see it as hopeful, and reflective of a greater level of opportunity available to those willing to work diligently at earning a living doing many things they enjoy — albeit none of which may be the sole support of an individual or a family.

Christmas Indie Book Sale

I know I promised myself I would spend the bulk of the year-end break working my fingers to the bone at the keyboard. But reading the listings below of tasty tales by independently published authors at reduced prices, I am sorely tempted to play hooky at least part of the time.



1. Dragon Noir

By Cedar Sanderson

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On sale for the first time from Dec 17-23rd

The pixie with the gun has come home to see his princess crowned a queen and live in peace. But nothing is ever easy for Lom. A gruesome discovery on his doorstep interrupts their plans and sends Lom off on a mission to save not one, but two worlds. It’s personal this time and the stakes are higher than ever before. With friends falling and the enemy gathering, Bella and Lom must conquer the worst fears and monsters Underhill can conjure. Failure is not on the agenda.



2. Young Warriors

by Pam Uphoff

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Free for five days!

It’s traditional for young lords in the Kingdom of Ash to spend two years in the army. Xen Wolfson is a young wizard, and Garit Negue a young prince. And the world is filled with adventures and danger … and learning experiences.

Their world has been in sporadic contact with two different cross-dimensional worlds–generally as a target for conquest. When the Empire of the One returns, the young warriors are standing foursquare in their path.


Brand New Release!


3. Nocturnal Challege

By Amanda Green

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The one thing Lt. Mackenzie Santos had always been able to count on was the law. But that was before she started turning furry. Now she finds herself in the middle of a conspiracy to keep the truth from the public-at-large. She knows they aren’t ready to learn that monsters are real and they might be living next door.

If that isn’t enough, trouble is brewing among the shapeshifters. The power struggle has already resulted in the kidnapping and near fatal injury of several of Mac’s closest friends. She is now in the middle of what could quickly turn into a civil war, one that would be disastrous for all of them.

What she wouldn’t give to have a simple murder case to investigate and a life that didn’t include people who wanted nothing more than to add her death to the many they were already responsible for.



4. Hilda’s Inn for Retired Mercenaries

By Cyn Bagley

Click on the book cover.

In Delhaven, there is an Inn run by a retired mercenary. If you are a down-on-your-luck mercenary or men-at-arms, come to the public rooms and Hilda Brant, the owner, will give you a bowl of stew. If you want ale, hand over the coins. Hilda may give you floor space, but she expects you to pay in favors or coins.

Hilda isn’t prepared for the damage and chaos caused by a dragon, black mage, and elementals. And a very angry Lord Barton.

Amazon Kindle author page

Facebook author page.



5. The High T Shebang

By Mark Alger

Click on the book cover.

Marked down to $2.99 (save $3.00) through Christmas

Sometimes you just have to go to war in the underwear you have on.

Dolly was reborn into a new body just last week. Right out of the birthing chamber, she was tumbled into a conflict that goes back to the stone age. Her creator, the Greek Goddess, Aphrodite, has disappeared, and the God in charge of her institution — the Babylonian Marduk — has called for her death. Her lover and Geppetto, Mitchell Drummond, is threading his way through political minefields to keep her as safe as her profession allows. 

New in love, they soon find they can’t keep their hands off each other. Their sexual fever comes to worry them. They suspect there’s more to the situation than mere new love. Meanwhile, they have a job to do. Keeping up the pretense that all’s well and nothing’s going on is wearing thin. But in Upothesa, you’re not allowed to talk about secrets. Dolly is a secret. Trying to keep it together, Dolly and Drummond go on a mission to New Zealand to protect the Dolly’s secret and the life of a major TV drama star.

 



6. Collisions of the Damned

By James Young

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My God, we are losing this war. — Lt. Nicholas Cobb, USN

March 1943. The Usurper’s War has resumed, with disastrous results for the Allies. In Hawaii, the U.S. Pacific Fleet lies shattered after the Battle of Hawaii. Across the Pacific the Imperial Japanese Navy, flush with their recent victory, turns its gimlet eye towards the south and the ultimate prize for their Emperor: The Dutch East Indies.

For Commander Jacob Morton and the other members of the Asiatic Fleet, the oncoming Japanese storm means that the U.S.S. Houston and her Allied companions must learn to fight against overwhelming odds against an enemy who claims the night as their own. In the skies above Houston and the other old, tired vessels of the ACDA Fleet , Flight Lieutenant Russell Wolford and his men attempt to employ the Allies’ newest technology to even the odds. With full might of the Japanese Empire falling on them, the ACDA’s soldiers, sailors, and marines must fight to hold the line long enough for reinforcements to come.



7. Blackbird

By Alma Boykin

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$.99 Dec 21-24, 1.99 Dec 25-28

One man becomes all that the Turkowi fear — and respect. Matthew Charles Malatesta, second son and rumored bastard of a mercenary, grandson of Duke Edmund “Ironhand” von Sarmas. One man, who will fight to the last breath to carve a place for himself, who will create a court of learning and civilization, who stands alone between the might of the Turkowi Empire and all of Godown’s people.



8. One in Infinity

By Amie Gibbons

Click on the cover image. (Note: This title is a novelette.)

On sale for $0.99 from 12/19 to Christmas

Turns out coincidences do happen, and it sucks when it leads killers from an alternate reality to your door… 

Rose plans on partying her last weekend of freedom before her residency starts, but fate has different plans. When men straight out of a fantasy novel attack, she gets pulled into a blood feud between magical beings thanks to a random stroke of luck. Now she has to adjust to her new world view and help one of the men to save herself from a fate worse than death.



9. Tick of the Clock

By Travis Clemons and Michael Z Williamson

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A man awakens in a 21st century Illinois hospital, holding very distinct memories of being shot in Switzerland decades earlier. The nurse calls him Detective Crabtree and says the DuPage County Sheriff will be by to check on him shortly. Yet he remembers his name being Sherlock Holmes.

When Sabrina Worthington is killed during a home invasion, her billionaire husband has an ironclad alibi. But Adam Worthington does not appear to be the grieving widower people would expect to see. Meanwhile, their former girlfriend keeps tugging on every possible string to convince the authorities to indict the man for murder. 

By the tick of the clock, it would seem impossible for a man to be shot in the 19th century and wake up more than one hundred years later. It would also seem impossible for a man to shoot his wife while she’s at home and he’s at a theater thirty miles away. But when the seemingly impossible is properly analyzed, will Holmes determine the improbable truth behind her death and his life?



10. The Spaewife

by David L. Burkhead

Pricing will be $0.99 the 19th through the 26th.

Click on the book cover.

A young mother hears the Norns. They tell her of terrible things to come. When Ulfarr wants her gift of prophesy to serve him, he takes her, murders her husband, and steals away her children. Can the young mother escape from Ulfarr’s clutches and save her children from him? Only the Norns know.

Well, It Got Up Near 90

back yard shed 3-4 done 150606HERE YESTERDAY, SO of course, I was out in it, working. Got dehydrated, as you might expect, and got so tired that I had a minor meltdown as I was cleaning up at the end of the day. My legs and back ache this morning and, as you can tell from the picture, am nowhere near finished with the shed, am planning to continue on today — with similar weather in the offing. Have a glitch induced by my slap-dash construction technique, which, one hopes, will admit of simple — if tedious — solution. I will have help today, which I did not yesterday, so one has cause for hope. With luck, the thing will be finished by mid-afternoon.

Inshkashinti Inshkashinti

shedYOM KIPPUR GEFILTE FISH Oible gobble, oible-gobble, ve dun vell. This ve giff to you, a good substantial yell.

Ve vun! Ve vun! Ve vun! Vaht? Ve lost? Oi. Dey cheated.

That’s my claque, celebrating the (finally) completion of the deck to support our soon-to-be-new backyard shed.

Working in direct sunlight and high humidity this afternoon, I finished piecing in the last bit of the deck, drilling weeping holes across the plywood, and sweeping it down. This evening, I intend to pre-assemble some of the metal sub-assemblies. Tomorrow, Steve-R and I will put the thing together. Wish us well.

Started last August. Finally, the end is in sight.

Yay!

steps_final_20150503_17_24_46_JUST CALLED SWMBO AT her away gig to give her the gnus. We now have a fully functional set of outside steps here at Casa d’Alger. So we can carry construction materials from the study (upstairs) to the site (downstairs). Next weekend, the shed.

Catsuntide

TONI ASKS ME on occasion, “Why don’t you do Caturday posts any more?” That’s not so. I just haven’t done one in a long while. Doesn’t mean I’ve stopped. But I do feel guilty about the lapse. So, herewith, Earnie, from the other evening.

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11/11, 11:11

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Oderint dum Metuant

ON THIS DAY OF MEMORIAL, when so many sentiments will be expressed, the only appropriate sentiment is:

Never Forgive
Never Forget.

Never Forget, Never Forgive

Oderint dum metuant.

Listen to the second Toby Keith song, “I’m an American Soldier,” too.

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Boobie Libre

national_go-topless_dayIT’S NATIONAL GO TOPLESS DAY (wish they’d announce these things in advance). Of course, da Doll is an ardent supporter, as much as I love to dress … as I say, at liberty. And, but of course, there is also the discussion of Minoan Tits between Drummond and Olivia Wilson in The High T Shebang. (Which can be bought by clicking the Amazon link at far right.) Meantime, a little demonstration.

As I Have Predicted

SNIPPETING OF work-in-progress, working title Discovery will commence tomorrow, (Saturday, June 7). It is also planned that said snippets will be promulgated at Good Reads and any other appropriate venues. Those additional site will be announced here, on Facebook, and at my author’s blog.

Planned Actions Being Taken

SOME TIME AGO I mentioned that I had plans for my Web presence — that I wanted to soft-pedal the politics to some extent, and to put up more about my art and writing on my author’s blog.

I’m getting started with a post this morning requesting some input from readers — if the blog has any. Please to go and participate if you’re of so a mind.

A Curiosity

FOR AFFICIANADOS of erotica.

Texas Rockabillies

Know how to put on a show.

Skinny little dude about 63 playing a crappy old guitar (might as well have been a Winston your grandpa bought at the five and dime for ten bucks.) With an 18 year-old kid playing standup bass, a black dude on drums, and some Australian guy playing Strat- and Telecasters through a Fender Twin amp and a couple of background singers ROCKED the house with tunes you know from Emylou Harris, Willie Nelson, Bob Seger, and Juice Newton (and more I probably never heard of — the guy is country royalty)

Highlight of the show, maybe was when the band persuaded the audience to sing along with Dylan’s “Like a Rolling Stone.” Ya hadda been there. But how do you top that? Easy: blow the roof off with a loud, raucous rendition of “Whole Lotta Shakin’.”

500 Days

FRENCH FOREIGN MINISTER Laurent Fabius blathers that there are fewer than 500 days to “climate chaos.” French? Who cares?

If, come September 25, 2015, it doesn’t happen, will they…

GO THE FUCK AWAY?

And Still It’s Worth Noting

THAT AT LEAST some trace amount of the half-hearted defense of the Not-So-Sterling Donald was the fact that his accuser recorded his utterances without his permission. And it is a worthy defense, albeit misplaced. We have a presumption of privacy in our “houses, persons, papers, and effects” which, by the law shall remain uninfringed. But, also which by the law, not only the government may infringe. (That means everybody.)

And, one might be forgiven for assuming that those campaigning for public office should be held to a higher standard, nest paw?

But a recent round of advertisements “and I approve this message” from Mitch McConnell assert beginning, middle, and end that their contents were drawn from “undercover news report” and “hidden camera footage” …

I.E., without Matt Bevin’s knowledge or permission.

Hmmm.

It seems to me that such turpitude (Mitch, not Matt) ought to be immediately disqualifying. But there’s no truth in political advertising and, were Bevin to complain, it would be dismissed as whining by his opponents, but, still, has not McConnell broken the law? What penalty shall attend upon this breach?

Not Entirely Comfortable With

ALL THE VITUPERATION and denigration surrounding Sterling Donald. It seems untoward to hear a fellow citizen described as a mutant piece of shit. Or a despicable piece of human debris. I don’t like it.

Still and all, I can’t disagree with St. Ann’s take on the matter.

I had listened to roughly eight hours of commentary on Donald Sterling and the ugly remarks he made in conversations secretly tape-recorded by his girlfriend, before I heard anyone mention a wife.

HE HAS A WIFE?

Says more about the media than about Sterling that it took all day for the media to get around to MENTIONING that fact.

I Bet You

NOBODY IN THE LEGACY partisan press will have the balls to lay the blame for this where blame is due — on the progressivist movement in general and the Democrat party in particular (and more recently, on the Barack Obama administration and the Pelosi /Ried axis in the the Congress — as operating since 2007).

Almost Famous

I TURN 60 THIS YEAR. As does one of my school friends, who still plays out and was once called “The best rhythm guitarist in Cincinnati.” Both of us have been in the music business since our teens. But, At least, he gets his face in front of audiences weekly. Me, I’m better known – albeit worldwide — in the production office than onstage (I suppose “pretty well” is better than “not at all”). And the closest I’ve come to playing guitar is shaking Justin Hayward’s hand in 2009. But I’m guessing Pete would probably agree at least part way in my assessment that, at least on the basis of popular music, American culture — the part of our national life that is seen and heard worldwide — is by and large a Black culture. I argue it’s undeniable, when you consider how much of the American self-identity is rooted in Jazz and Rock and Roll, and how pervasive and influential the black influence has been in both. In the beginning Rock and Roll was black music. And, post-Elvis, rock music worldwide owes an unescapable debt to the blues and gospel, a point well-made in the Oscar-winning documentary, 20 Feet From Stardom.

It occurs to me, listening to this cut by Tears for Fears, (hearing the number as recorded at Knebworth sometime in the early ’90s, I fell in love with Oleta Adams), that one reason why the black female voice is so well-loved, both by audiences and leading artists who hire the support of “colored girl” background artists, is that most of these singers shape their voices more fully and with greater power than a lot of white girl singers, with their little-girl voices (e.g.: Britney Spears) and, as a result, they sound more grown-up, with a greater ability to move the listener and to stand up to a male voice. Consider Lisa Fisher versus Mick Jagger on “Gimme Shelter.”

Considerations I had, among others, while watching 20 Feet From Stardom over the weekend (Thank you, Netflix.)

More Statistics

AS MARK TWAIN said*, “Lies, damned lies, and statistics.” We have in the day’s news an example of the latter. The radio news headlines assert that the IPCC report claims that “a rise in temperatures of two degrees” could result in “Old Testament disaster, Mr. Mayor, real wrath of God type stuff. Fire and brimstone coming down from the skies, rivers and seas boiling, forty years of darkness! Earthquakes, volcanoes… the dead rising from the grave, human sacrifice, dogs and cats living together… mass hysteria!” Notice they’re not claiming to predict that will happen, but that it could. Well, Mr. Mayor, Kate Upton could walk up to me, press those magnificent mammaries against me, suck my face — with tongue, and beg me to do her right there on the spot. But the likelihood of it is slim.

And, it’s only fair that the total temperature change since the end of the Little Ice Age (q.v.), has been less than two degrees. In 200+ years. So, is it realistic to expect that, going into a solar minimum, with dropping temperatures for the last fifteen years that there will ever be an increase in global temperatures as great as two degrees?

*Of course he did. I read it on the Internet. And they can’t put anything on the Internet if it’s not true. I read that on the Internet.

Dear Waxman/Whitehouse

ACCORDING TO THE LETTER quoted in its entirety in this post at PowerLine, the two of you (and/or your staffs) appear to be laboring under some sort of a misapprehension when you write:

We believe that Congress and the public have a right to know when individuals funding political ads and attempting to influence government decisions have a financial stake in the outcome. We certainly believe it would be wrong for any company to mislead Congress and the public by falsely describing its economic stake in legislation.

You may believe what you like, but it is not so — not by half. Congress has no rights. Period. Congress has powers and subsequent authority granted by the People through the Constitution and delegated to it by the States. As a body, Congress has no rights. Rights inhere only to individual persons. Nor is ANYONE blessed by our Creator with the right to know the private business of any other citizen.

Consider yourself spanked.

Oh, and by the way: (In case Koch Industries neglects this proper, fitting, and appropriate response.)

GO FUCK YOURSELF.

Mama Taught Me Well Never To

HIT A WOMAN (still, observe how the grievance feminists don’t disagree), but sometimes I think somebody needs to discipline St. Ann. Look on it as part of her trials.

This week, her column evinces an astringent support for abortion.

I also think all Republican candidates should be trained with shock collars and cattle prods to automatically respond, upon hearing some combination of the words “abortion,” “rape” and “incest”: “Yes, of course there should be exceptions in the case of rape or incest, and I also support giving rapists the death penalty, unlike my Democratic opponent, who wants to give rapists the right to vote. Now, back to what I was saying about Obamacare …”

Look: if it’s human and alive, it’s a human life. Zygote, blastula, fetus, infant, child, adult. Killing it is murder. And, given that the right to life is first and foremost in the list of inalienable rights endowed upon us by our creator, and that “to secure these rights, governments are instituted among men,” the abrogation of the right to life of 55 million children under the 40-year regime of Roe v Wade is one of the greatest evils ever encompassed by government. The Holocaust pales by comparison. The butcher’s bill of international communism is the only greater evil I know of. Truckling with supporters of this abomination is not a worthy stance on principle. “It’s purest evil, I agree, but we can’t win elections if we stand on this principle.” Is just as bad as [sgtschultz]”I vas chust followink ort-ders.”[/sgtschultz]. Or worse.

So: at the risk of sounding like a true believer (what’s wrong with being true to your beliefs? Is it better to be false to them?), I also think that Republican pundits who truckle with abortion advocates to win power should be trained with constant bitch-slaps until they FUCKING GET IT.

That is all.

Big Surprise

THE WHOLE 97% claim never was credible in the first place.

And another thing: even if it were (fat chance), it’s irrelevant, because as Mommy told us:

SCIENCE ISN’T DONE BY CONSENSUS.

Thanks to Ev Mickey on Facebook.

The Witless Witterings of Witlings

ON THE SUBJECT OF RUSSIA’S annexation of the Ukraine (as though it were a city gobbling up unincorporated property on the edge of town), wonder (idiotically) how or why Putin would diminish the impact of his Olympics in Sochi by associating this naked aggression on his part (disregarding the “coup d’etat” pretext – whence derives the authority or sovereignty for Russia to enforce this imagined law?) with the games. The more obvious (as, Our Curmudgeon constantly reinforces — the root in Latin means “overlooked”) association is with the eviscerating by the odious and despicable Chuck Hagel (When do we get to bitch slap anyone who points to the R behind the name as evidence that he’s one of Us in the Right?) of America’s military power.

Which could, and perhaps should (perhaps not, deponent sayeth not) act as a counter-balance to Russian imperial ambitions.

Post hoc, ergo propter hoc?

How Shameless and (Yes) Un-American

IS IT THAT A MEMBER of the United States House of Representatives behaves before open microphones like a petulant and boorish demagogue?

Quote of the Day

The impulse to keep to yourself what you have learned is not only shameful, it is destructive. Anything you do not give freely and abundantly becomes lost to you. You open your safe and find ashes.

—Annie Dillard

This is in keeping with my belief that non-profit and not-for-profit are some of the filthiest concepts in human history. You have to increase your inheritance or you waste it away. Take the Parable of the Talents.

I’m Not Given to Displays of Attention-

GETTING BEHAVIOR. My style is more wallflower than Venus fly trap. But I am painfully aware of the need to put myself out there, if I’m going to sell books. I habitually assert that I’m far more happy making things than I am selling them. And, if I have to be selling, I’d rather it be something I made. But I need to find sources of reinforcement. This book and its companion volume are on my Amazon wish list fer sher. I’m a firm believer in Show-your-work. I see the existence of this work as being permission to share with my readers all the need stuff I discover along the way to telling Dolly’s stories. I’ve just started using the robber-bird/pack rat software, Evernote, and I expect that I’ll be blogging research and process a lot more. Possibly more over at my writer’s blog — markphilipalger.com (which serves the purpose this blog was originally intended to serve) than here.

In a Republic, Anyone Who Calls Himself

A DEMOCRAT STARTS OUT acting in bad faith. Why? Because the choice of ideologies indicates an intent to subvert the country’s governing charter. That is treason, in fact, if not in law. The link is to a story summing up the perfidy of those democrats as exercised in the year just passed. Yes, I am one of those paranoid libertarians.

As we put it, if you’re not paranoid, you haven’t been paying attention.

Anybody Know This One?

SOME TIME AGO, I recall reading a fascinating article about a German aristocrat who was personally instrumental in a movement to realize a vision of empire that would have split Eurasia between Germany and Japan, starting back in the early years of the 20th Century. As I remember the story, he was in Japan either just before or during or just after WWI and met and developed a relationship with young militarists — possibly including Tojo and company. He was a national socialist, and was a foundational figure in the Nazi party and its rise to power in the ’30s. He remained high in the Nazi power structure through most of WWII and became disillusioned with Hitler late in the war. Unfortunately, I seem to have mislaid the saved file/link. Can anybody put a name to this description? Tam?

Once Again, Carrying on a Long Tradition

WE HAVE NEGLECTED TO prepare a post wishing Dolly a Happy Birthday.

Congratulations, Birthday Girl!

Wellesley-ites Wimp Out

SEEMS TO ME THAT somebody needs to grow a pair.

Sack up, ladies! You betray your sex with this wilting-flower routine.

This is BAD News?

BEING AS HOW we here at BTB consider employer-paid health coverage and the market distortions induced by the jiggering of the tax code for the encouragement of it to be an abominable perversion of free markets, we have trouble seeing this next as a BAD thing.

“As a result of the ACA, between 6 million and 7 million fewer people will have employment-based insurance coverage each year from 2016 through 2024 than would be the case in the absence of the ACA.” — The CBO

So, Phil…

PHILLIP OF PUNXATAWNEY predicts (this Sunday passed) six more weeks of winter.

Let’s take a look at the calendar. From February 2, go forward six weeks. And you find yourself at… The first day of Spring!

Quelle surprise.

This, ladies and gentlemen, is known as a tautology.

There’s About an Inch

OF GLOBAL Warming floating on the surface of the Ohio River. You can see the floes floating downstream as you cross the river on any bridge.

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Nice Tits, But…

ALGER, REFERRING TO Hollywood twits mouthing off on topics where they are both ignorant and have their heads up their asses that they have nice tits, (implying, of course, that they’re not worth much else). Da Doll — possessed of a world-class rack herself — feels therefor, that it is incumbent upon this fine publication to, when a Hollywood twit mouths off where she appears to be well-informed, has her head screwed on straight (at least on the particular subject at hand), and (not coincidentally) has come in for over-the-top public opprobrium, point that fact out and offer up some small note of praise. Ladies and germs, I give you Scarlett Johansson.

Without knowing anything more about the FACTS — undeniable — that the problems of the Arabs of the Holy Land are wholly of their own making and of their leaders’ making — and that the antecedents of their movement are wholly despicable and reprehensible and that their claims are nearly without merit. (In other words, they’re typical left-fascists.), just listen to her words and tell me they are not considered, moderate, and well-tempered. That, in that context, her claims about the motives and actions of SodaStream are probably accurate…

Just sayin’. Yes. She does have nice tits. (And note how modestly proud she is of that.) She doesn’t deserve the shit storm. It’s being genned up by utterly despicable people and they are not worthy of your attention.

I’m a Good Investor

SO I HEAR HARRY RIED after a career of 27 years in Congress, has a net worth somewhat north of $5 million. Who says crime doesn’t pay?

You Can’t Blame Comic Books

FOR JUVENILE DELINQUENCY OR DEVIL WORSHIP OR MOVIES for violent crime or sexually-transmitted diseases or video games for increases in violent crimes, but…

Harvey Weinstein thinks he can solve what he sees as a social problem with a single film.

And do you see the nature of leftist brain fart pipe dreams from this?

At the Risk of Redundicating

WHAT WILL SURELY BECOME A WIDESPREAD MEME, da Doll believes it needs to be said, over and over again, as loudly as possible, until it is known to all:

Governor Cuomo is a despicable human being. His statements are beyond the pale, and he has no place in the United States. We invite him to leave. If necessary, we’ll even kick in a couple of bucks for a one-way ticket for him to… somewhere else. ANYwhere else. We will NOT, however, EVER urge that the power and influence of the state be brought to bear on the problem his reprehensible views present the body politic. That would be — in a word — un-American.

O’Bama’s Havin’ Him a Summit

MEETING ABOUT EDUMICATION and I wanna know… Given that a summit meeting is a meeting between and among the leaders — the HN’sIC — of two or more organizations… Da Doll wants t’ know…

Who the fuck died and made HIM boss?

Last I read the Constitution, the FedGov has NO authority over schools. NONE. Zip, Zero, Nil, Nada, Netchevko, Bubkis.

Somebody clue me?