Showing posts with label Frank Sinatra. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Frank Sinatra. Show all posts

Friday, October 4, 2013

Race Is In Our Face But We're Talking About Shutdown (Betrayal Is Crime - But Let's Talk About Sinatra's I.Q.)


There's some interesting writing being done over the shutdown - none of it by our usual suspects which, once again, makes me wonder why they're so great (yes, Glenn Reynolds, I'm talking to you) - but mostly by people I'm known to really disagree with, like Salon's Joan Walsh, who's waded in on a subject I was discussing with a reader just last night:



Journalists everywhere should "apologize for the omission" because I see Rand and Ron waaay too often - actually influencing American policy and the national dialogue - with absolutely no mention of what they've been part of. 

It's a snow job, perpetrated on my non-racist white reader and I, that lets the Paul's drive us to distrust and distraction in their dark fetid alleyways of the mind, we two big-hearted guys had no reason to go down. (Mitt Romney's racist space opera belief system should've been enough to disqualify him for political consideration, but that discussion was deemed off-limits by the Right as well - the real Freedom of Speech Wingers - and then, with my mouth, they wonder why they make me uncomfortable,...)


Let's get back to Walsh, talking about the cover a racist who goes by "Searcy" on Salon, but who may be named "Sixty Grit" elsewhere, lays down before firing:

If every right-wing racist nut job who claimed to have an adopted black child, or a black in-law – his son’s wife, or sister’s husband, whatever – then every single black person in America would have a right-wing racist nut job for a parent or an in-law. I can’t speak for black people, but I don’t think that’s actually true.

Nope. Since I was raised by slaves (inside joke) I don't think that's possible. Walsh continues:
I was clear,..that not all Republicans are racist, not even most. The problem is that too many are sadly addicted to the politics of racial resentment that’s powered the party since the ’60s. They can’t quit it. They don’t have the spine to tell the truth to the racist fringe. They’re too busy cashing their checks, and deferring to them at town hall meetings lest one of the wingnuts primaries them. House Speaker John Boehner has let roughly 30 wingnut Tea Partyers from overwhelmingly white districts shut down the government. He’s complicit in their racially driven obstructionism, even if he isn’t racist himself. He ought to shut them down.

Right here, I have to say, the number of things the Left, and Right, think John Boehner is capable of doing in this illogical hotbox the Right has created for him is amazing. I really feel for the guy, because I'm sure he feels alone and under the gun, when it's the dumbshit troublemakers on "our side" who ought to know better (yes, Glenn, I'm talking to you again) but keep Boehner - and the rest of us - in this no-win situation. 

Turn on them and, I'm sure, we could work our way out of this. 

Weird thought:


Glenn Reynolds could be lifting entire communities out of poverty but, instead, he's wasting our time with - quick look at Instapundit - I shit you not:



It's incredible. BTW, Ann and Meade ended yesterday with an Amazon pitch, too, because - Jesus - you know how hard-up those two are for money. I mean, it's Wisconsin, folks, come on. 

They've got it rough, and need the money, or else how can Ann get online and brag the next time she's practically the first in line for a new expensive Apple product? 

(Priorities, people.)


See, the problem isn't as Megan McArdle sees it, with the rest of us imagining whites "get together on an evening to discuss how much better their lives would be if they could only manage to immiserate vast numbers of their fellow citizens," but as it is:


They just sit and watch it happen, never once suggesting there's anything wrong with that picture, as seen by someone who isn't an extremely well-paid college professor who - no doubt - got there by bogusly complaining about how difficult it is being an American white woman with every advantage under the sun.


Which isn't racism but just (as my tags regularly say) "stupidity" based on their bizarre frame of reference. (Though it is a bit like being a slave, trying to negotiate your freedom with your owner, who just stares, uncomprehendingly, because he doesn't understand you're a human being and not an animal.) 

For instance, Ann quoted Mia Farrow's admittance of betrayal to Woody Allen yesterday, but what did Ann focus on, along with most of the media? Frank Sinatra! Not the lies Mia Farrow's spread to all of us and the damage those lies have caused Woody Allen (and the rest of us by falling for her fib), but how high Frank Sinatra's I.Q. may have been compared to his kid.

From an ethical standpoint, alone, it's just weird.


They don't see the poor - of any color - or anything else of importance.

As I wrote yesterday - to let you see the difference in perspective and concerns - when a football game can instantly be bequeathed $230,000, or NPR can collect thousands in an hour, while we know people will die in the streets this winter (and I may be one of them) this nation is FUCKED UP

And this is while whites rule the roost (don't make me show you the racial map again). We wouldn't have a black president unless whites decided it was time for them to "try" it, never even considering those of us, forced to watch and wait, while rich whites make up their precious minds whether or not they're "ready" to get over melanin in someone's skin. 

They're simply clueless:




Things did "go awry":

And, White folks, I think we've got your number,...

 

Thursday, October 3, 2013

Ronan Farrow Ought To Start Looking At His Mom And Wondering What Her Major Malfunction In Life Really Is


Leave it to Ann Althouse to finally clear up the Woody Allen/Mia Farrow mess for me - without trying to, of course (Ann never sees anything wrong in Hippie-Dippy Pervert Land - she's wondering how "smart" this collection of idiots are,...).


So "Mia Farrow continued — during her long relationship with Woody Allen — to have sex with the love of her life, her ex-husband, Frank Sinatra"?


O.K., first, "love of my life" means Mia's a NewAge ditz.


And, second, cheating on Woody makes her a slut.


Which means Woody had no reason to be faithful to her, or her crazy lie of a "family".


So he took up with Soon Yi, who - through Mia's actions - was in no way his daughter.


Makes perfect sense.


Especially Mia's actions afterwards, trying to cover up her deception of Woody with a decades-long campaign of lobbing false accusations, planting false memories of abuse in her kids (very big amongst the "love of my life" set) and essentially blaming everything on him.


Because it couldn't be sweet and innocent Mia Farrow fucking "the love of her life" behind her man's devoted back, could it?


Mia Farrow's just another skinny fucking skank with a crotch infection, gone mad.


Hey, Woody! Honestly:

I'm sorry to have doubted you, man,...

Saturday, March 23, 2013

The G-Spot : Government (Why We're All Fucked Now)


Let's here it for all the Americans, on the Left and Right, currently calling the shots:
"China 'to overtake America by 2016'"
Fine job, boys and girls. Great job.

Fuck - I hate the Baby Boom:


There's so many delusional idiots and assholes in that group - all insisting on nothing, historically, but turning the damned wheel - they can't (and won't) get out of the way for anyone with sense, to steer the ship of state on a straight course, when we need to. Like the Baby Boom newspaper owners, who won't change their editorial positions despite the newspaper business dying, these know-nothings would rather destroy everything - including their children's position in the world as Americans - rather than admit they were wrong and are also, now, a good portion of the problem. 

In that way, at least, the transition won't be so bad: 

Chinese rulers behave in exactly the same way.

 
Oh well. The best thing about studying Numbskulls Of The Past™ (or NewAge lit) is when I hit that moment where my brain always stops and says, "There's something wrong with this picture,...":
Most of the time I knew Frank [Sinatra] — our friendship would last decades — he had long-time girlfriends or wives, but he never seemed happy. He said once he didn’t understand women.  The truth is that he was just as happy going to bed with a hooker — or whoever his songwriter Jimmy Van Heusen had managed to find him that night — as he was with his partner.  Maybe there was one exception: the actress Angie Dickinson. Of all the women he’d known, he said, she was the best in bed. Dean Martin agreed.

Well I'm sure Dean did! I'm sure even Angie Dickinson thought so, too! 

Everything goes sideways, in my mind, after reading about such people.

Historical refresher for the kids out there: 

Men used to be admired - for being dicks. Women, in their wisdom, slept with them by the boatload - for being dicks. (Marlon Brando and "The Wild Ones" got the girl, remember?) Then women decided they hated men - for being dicks. So women, in their wisdom (!) started to (of course) emulate dickish behavior, and expected my generation of men to admire women for crass stupidity, too. 

Because, I guess, women assumed - since they raised us - men, too, could think like a bitch. 

Let me repeat that:

They thought, somewhere, I had a clit that could drive me as crazy (and make me as manipulatable) as they are to men.

You know, kind of a "Deep Throat" thing, in reverse.

Going "against nature" and all that.

Come on, there was a lot of coke, and gays encouraged it, and it was the '70s.

These were mostly white women, BTW, as black women, generally, weren't as out of touch with reality. Still aren't, in a lot of ways. It's weird.


Anyway, these (white) women (and gays) didn't strive to be nice people (I never saw a rally to emulate the good or even the smart) but opted, instead, for trying to be clever - keeping the master/servant dynamic in play through feminism. Silly Rabbits:

Smart men would rather play with video games - or watch porn - than spend time with dumb, demanding women.

I would anyway.

 
Grrrl Power

Seriously? Somebody thought I was going to be attracted to that? Really? I swear, at this point, I'm seriously pressed to imagine a functioning brain out there.

Now they're talking about Hillary Clinton as POTUS because,...um,...she's a woman.

Considering how she's been fucked by Bill Clinton - both literally and figuratively - TMR wouldn't suggest that course of action, people. Here's an(other) good reason why:

China doesn't function that way - and they're kicking our ass!

 
Speaking of being "seriously pressed" - and emulating the ugly - here's a photo of JFK, showing off that "handsome" target pie tin of a face that reminds me of Ann Althouse's. (How people can call her beautiful - or him handsome - I don't understand, but to each his own, I guess,...):
"We all knew what the wild and horny senator John F. Kennedy was up to,..."
Yep, just as we know what everybody's "up to" now: 

Lying and fucking. Because - as the latest news of America's demise shows - it ain't "saving the planet", no matter what they say. The jig is up:

 The stupid burnout "Baby Boom" can't even save their own children,...
 

Sunday, January 11, 2009

Don't Waste A Note - Or A Word - On Fools

"Singers, more than other musicians, depend on what they know — as opposed to what they don’t want to know about the world. While there is a danger in this — the loss of naïveté, for instance, which holds its own certain power — interpretive skills generally gain in the course of a life well abused."

-- Bono, discussing things he's learned from his friend, the late great Frank Sinatra (“I don’t usually hang with men who wear earrings.”) and the supreme, and singular, art they share with TMR - singing - for The New York Times.