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Well, Here We Are AGAIN…

My roomie Judy has a multitude of health problems.  More than I, which is a little disquieting…

Five months ago, almost to the day, she had rotator cuff surgery on her right shoulder.  After months of physical therapy, it seems to operate almost pain-free!

However, she also has a LEFT shoulder.

It seems standing Frankenstein’s monster-esque for over thirty years (she is a hairdresser, standing and arms-out-front) is not conducive to shoulder joint health!

So, this morning, she goes under the knife yet again, this time on her left side.

As she has chronic heart and breathing issues, this could get complicated, more so than the average bear.

Please keep her in your thoughts and prayers today (if that’s what you do).

I will post her occasionally as to her progress.

At least it’s her left, this time – she is right handed and last time was taxing for her.

Thank you.

Jerry Lewis RIP

By now, most of you have probably heard.

Jerry Lewis has passed.  At age 91.

Like so many comedians/comic actors he had amazing range and talent.  Some Hollywood types are a one-trick pony.  Jerry certainly wasn’t.  Have you seen King of Comedy?

After his split from straight man Dean Martin, it was publicly asked, “What’s Dean going to do?”  😛

My lovely sister was in one of his movies.  The Nutty Professor (the original in 1961) filmed exteriors on Arizona State University campus.  My sister was one of the extras!  Unfortunately, her scenes were cut!  She still adored the man.

Then, there was his long commitment to the Muscular Dystrophy charity.  How giving was this man?

I’ll leave you with this.  When I heard he had passed, I imagined him just like this, sneaking into the Supreme Being’s conference room and pantomiming again, to Count Basie…

Keep ’em laughing Jerry!

Bob Dylan Arrested, Police Officer Says “That’s Not Bob Dylan”

(From the ‘News of the Weird’…)

Bob Dylan likes to wear hoodies in public — it helps him stay inconspicuous. But this time, it led to his detainment.

Bob Dylan Arrested, Police Officer Says “That’s Not Bob Dylan”
Caleb J. Murphy June 29, 2017 I Love Rock N Roll No Comments
Bob Dylan likes to wear hoodies in public — it helps him stay inconspicuous. But this time, it led to his detainment.
Bob Dylan
Bob Dylan
On a rainy night back in 2009 in some New Jersey suburbs, police responded to a call about an “eccentric-looking old man” wearing a hoodie wandering in someone’s yard.
Police officer Kristie Buble was the responding officer.
“We got a call for a suspicious person,” Buble told ABC. “It was pouring rain outside, and I was right around the corner so I responded. By that time he was walking down the street. I asked him what he was doing in the neighborhood and he said he was looking at a house for sale.”
When she detained the man, he said his name was Bob Dylan.
“Now, I’ve seen pictures of Bob Dylan from a long time ago and he didn’t look like Bob Dylan to me at all,” Officer Buble said. “He was wearing black sweatpants tucked into black rain boots, and two raincoats with the hood pulled down over his head.”
So she started questioning this man.
“Okay, Bob,” she asked him. “What are you doing in Long Branch [New Jersey]?”
He said he was touring the country with Willie Nelson and John Mellencamp.
“So now I’m really a little fishy about his story,” she explains.

Bob Dylan likes to wear hoodies in public — it helps him stay inconspicuous. But this time, it led to his detainment.
Bob Dylan
Bob Dylan
On a rainy night back in 2009 in some New Jersey suburbs, police responded to a call about an “eccentric-looking old man” wearing a hoodie wandering in someone’s yard.
Police officer Kristie Buble was the responding officer.
“We got a call for a suspicious person,” Buble told ABC. “It was pouring rain outside, and I was right around the corner so I responded. By that time he was walking down the street. I asked him what he was doing in the neighborhood and he said he was looking at a house for sale.”
When she detained the man, he said his name was Bob Dylan.
“Now, I’ve seen pictures of Bob Dylan from a long time ago and he didn’t look like Bob Dylan to me at all,” Officer Buble said. “He was wearing black sweatpants tucked into black rain boots, and two raincoats with the hood pulled down over his head.”
So she started questioning this man.
“Okay, Bob,” she asked him. “What are you doing in Long Branch [New Jersey]?”
He said he was touring the country with Willie Nelson and John Mellencamp.
“So now I’m really a little fishy about his story,” she explains.
Bob Dylan
photo via The Odyssey Online
Then she asked him for his ID, but he didn’t have any on him. She asked where he was staying and he said in a tour bus parked at a hotel by the ocean.
She found this very suspicious.
But she went along with his story as her training taught her. She asked him to take her to this hotel, so she put him in the back of her cruiser and off they went.
“To be honest with you, I didn’t really believe this was Bob Dylan,” she said. “It never crossed my mind that this could really be him.”
Buble made small talk on the way to the hotel, never believing a word he said.
“He was really nice, though, and he said he understood why I had to verify his identity and why I couldn’t let him go,” she said. “He asked me if I could drive him back to the neighborhood when I verified who he was, which made me even more suspicious.”
But she pulled into the hotel parking lot and what do you know — there were huge tour buses parked in the lot. Also, Buble’s Sargent was there waiting for her.
“Sarg,” she said. “This guy says he’s Bob Dylan,’”
The Sargent looked in the window.
“That’s not Bob Dylan,” the Sargent said.
But they went over to the tour buses and knocked on the door. Soon enough, Bob Dylan was able to prove his identity to Buble and her Sargent with his passport.

“Okay,” Buble sheepishly said. “Um, have a nice day.”

h/t Crazy4Rock

There is, of course, a larger message here.  (One’s opinion of Bob Dylan and the misspelling of Sergeant, aside…)

Persons being ‘detained’ because they cannot identify themselves.

Do you have to carry ID with you at all times? – link

The U.S. Supreme Court has ruled that these kinds of laws can be legal, as long as the officers had reasonable suspicion to detain you in the first place.

And how sad is THAT?

When I took a Criminal Law course (back in the olden days) there was a then famous case wherein a subject was walking along along a beach with no ID.  At 0300.  The police stopped and questioned him, as he appeared ‘suspicious’  Seemed he was carrying a large beach ball, and wearing swim fins!

He wasn’t harming anyone or anything.

(This may have been the case that made it to the Supreme Court)

Turned out, the subject was a local city councilman testing the police’s authority!

My point is, in a free society, we shouldn’t have to ID ourselves, unless the police have at a minimum reasonable suspicion of a crime having been committed nearby.  OR, probable cause you might be a viable suspect. (and NO, I am NOT a lawyer…)

“Papiere, bitte.” (translation, “Papers, please”)

From the history of that country who brought us those Nazis everyone is talking about!

I Never Thought I’d Agree With Al Jazeera, Let Alone Post Something From It!

My good friend, veteran (and sometime blogger) Donovan posted this on Facebook, with the following comment:

Well. This is interesting. I agree with this. When even Al Jazeera says you’ve gone too far, I sit up and take notice. This applies to BOTH sides of the political aisle.

In 1943, the US War Department released this video to tell Americans not to fall for fascist rhetoric. Share this video if you’ve heard language like this recently.

AMEN, Brother!

I don’t mind saying, watching this made me a little misty…

Certainly, we should stand up for American Values.  And one of these values is Individual Liberty for All.

(My apologies to Donovan and Tom.  In an earlier post, I confused you two…)

I Always Thought I Could Be A Comedian…

I didn’t necessarily WANT to be, but thought I could!

I always appreciated silly – The Marx Brothers, W.C. Fields, Abbott and Costello,‘It’s A Mad, Mad, Mad, Mad World’, Warner Brothers cartoons, Steve Allen. Ernie Kovacs.  Then, as I grew up, my tastes moved to The Firesign Theatre and Monty Python.  George Carlin was a god!

I remember returning from a long high school choir trip, standing in the back of the bus and mimicking Carlin’s first album for anyone who would listen.  Word for word, intonation for intonation.  The man taught me timing.

And then there’s Dennis Miller.  “I haven’t seen choreography like that since the Lee Harvey Oswald prison transfer!”  In his own words, “Viva la referencia obscura!”

I began considering doing stand-up comedy in my mid-twenties.  After all, my good friend Biff Jannuzzi (who authored the one-act play about the Lincoln assassination ‘A Booth in the Back’), did it!   Then, I met a friend of his, Tom (a buddy of his in the local little theater group), who changed my mind.  I was quick, clever with a comeback, witty, and thought I was all that.

Tom was quicker, faster with a comeback and wittier.

So, Tom was a stand-up comedian? (You ask)

Nope.

He sold used cars at one of those buy-here, pay here joints.  Jake the Snake’s Garden of Gears!  Down in the sketchy part of town.

His talent and ability was ten times mine, and he was selling cars.

It’s all a matter of perspective.

“A man has to know his limitations.” – Inspector Harry Callahan

About This ‘No Transgenders In The Military”…

First of all, I’ve no skin in this game.

I’ve never been able to serve, nor am I transgender.

I was classified 1-A when I initially registered for the draft, even with my fused right hip and leg being shorter.  My osteopathic surgeon sent my draft board a letter, and I was ultimately classed 4-F.

Not that I didn’t want to serve.  The plan was do a stint in the Marines, become a cop, then a fed.

To serve my country, AND to be able to carry a concealed weapon nationwide.  It was a different time.

But my leg disability put the kibosh on all that.

THEN, I was in college, and thought maybe R.O.T.C.?  The interview went like this, “Walk this way.  Now walk back this way.  You can’t march, get out!”

So much for my military career.

But, my personal life disappointments aside, there’s another point to the story.

Joining the military is NOT a RIGHT – It’s a PRIVILEGE!

And the military makes the rules.  They want every human involved to meet a minimum standard of ability.  The idea is if soldier one falls on the line, they can be replaced with soldier two.  Uniformity. (My apologies to the sailors, airmen, Marines and coasties.)

The services don’t want to be concerned with the 0.3% of Americans with unusual chromosomal makeup.  Or the larger percentage who feel they are a different gender than their biology dictates.

If you want to serve, fine.  Find another way to serve.

If you are trying to join to get the government to pay for gender reassignment surgery, forget it.

Bradley/Chelsea Manning

Biological Warfare

(from The Feral Irishman)

A person “passed gas” Sunday afternoon on an American Airlines jet forcing all passengers to deplane. The incident caused nausea and headaches and complaints from passengers that they felt “ill”.

Click HERE for the story/
How sad that this reminded me of an incident from my distant past.
I was in Junior High (8th Grade?) in Mr. Procopchek’s Mechanical Drawing class.  We rotated mechanical drawing, metal shop and wood shop each semester.
And, being a shop class, it was all boys.  This was 1964-65.
And, in the middle of class, Phil Cupp cut one.  Seriously long and loud, from the back of the classroom (I almost wrote from the rear! 🙂 )
And the guys began giggling and retching, as the unseen biological cloud of death wafted it’s way toward the front of the class.
And Mr. Procopchek became more and more annoyed, asking us to keep working and to act like adults.
That is, of course, until the cloud reached his desk at the front of the class!
He made a face, cracked the windows, and told us to exit in an orderly fashion for a few minutes…
Seriously.  Chemical warfare or terrorism!
Phil was a classroom god for the next week or so.
It was that easy to impress junior high boys.

Anti-Libertarian Ideologies On The March: The Existential Threat To Liberty

(From Libertarianism.org)

Tom Palmer lectures on modern threats to liberalism and individualism, exploring the philosophical roots of these threats and explaining the danger they pose. He touches on the theocratic threat of Islamism and the leftist threat of identity politics, but the bulk of the discussion focuses on the recent re-emergence of the type of nationalist, racist collectivism previously exhibited by fascists in the 1920s, 30s, and 40s.

The slides associated with Palmer’s lecture are posted on SlidesLive.

I’m a ‘conservative’ libertarian.  I disagree with the National (Libertarian) Party on a number of points, mostly regarding open borders.

But, I still believe all liberty-loving folks need to band together, regardless of minor sticking points, to battle the evils of Statism.

Lest we lose it all over infighting!

 

Another Night @ The Playboy Club

Bunny DJ

I wrote previously about my youthful experiences in the Playboy Club, with ‘friend’ Chip. (Playboy Club Memories)

(and my unrequited lust for Bunny DJ, who treated us both well!)

It occurred to me there are additional stories.  This is one of them.

(Sadly, it’s NOT about DJ…)

I’ve written before about having been a semi-pro magician in my youth.  Chip also dabbled in magic – it was one of the things that (unfortunately) bonded us.  So, we looked askance at those who pretended to be the real thing.

Charlatans, we called them.

Often, in the Phoenix Playboy Club, they had a medium/mind-reader.  His name was Dr. Richard Ireland.  He was a Phoenician, and had a church here surrounding his psychic abilities.

We looked askance at him, as well.

One night, when Chip went to the club (I had to work, or something).  Dr. Ireland was doing his act, part of which was having his eyes covered with gauze and bandages, followed by a cloth blindfold.  Then, he passed around a large, glass bowl to receive ‘offerings’ and questions from the adoring crowd.

And he began to do ‘readings’.

Chip decided to play his game.  He was certain the good doctor couldn’t see anything, trussed up as he was.  Chip wrote him a check (which was undoubtedly rubber – knowing Chip), folded it into the smallest package possible, and dropped it into the bowl.

As the evening progressed, Dr. Ireland emptied the bowl and answered questions placed therein.  When he got to Chip’s check, he did not unfold it.  As he had with the previous questions, he placed it on top of his head – even if the bandages and blindfold were not in place, he could not have seen ANYTHING.

And he said, “Mr. (last name excised), Thank you for your most generous contribution.  But I must return your check to you, so that you may sign it!”

Of course, all jaws in the room dropped!

There are more things in heaven and earth, Horatio,
Than are dreamt of in your philosophy. Hamlet (1.5.167-8), Hamlet to Horatio

(DJ, if you are out there, please email me!)

My apologies, posting this Sunday night.  Monday morning early, the contractors will allegedly arrive to finally begin closing the dry wall beneath the previous plumbing leak.  This has been since MAY, so we’re taking a ‘we’ll see’ attitude!

Dangerous Things For Kids!

(from The Art of Manliness, in part)

Even though the modern world isn’t any more dangerous than it was thirty or forty years ago, it feels like a more perilous place. Or, more accurately, we inhabit the world today in a way that’s much more risk averse; for a variety of very interesting and nuanced reasons, our tolerance for risk, especially concerning our children’s safety, has steadily declined.  So we remove jungle gyms from playgrounds, ban football at recess, prohibit knives (even the butter variety) at school, and would rather have our kids playing with an iPad than rummaging through the garage or roaming around the neighborhood.

Unfortunately, as we discussed in-depth earlier this year, when you control for one set of risks, another simply arises in its place. In this case, in trying to prevent some bruises and broken bones, we also inhibit our children’s development of autonomy, competence, confidence, and resilience. In pulling them back from firsthand experiences, from handling tangible materials and demonstrating concrete efficacy, we ensconce them in a life of abstraction rather than action. By insisting on doing everything ourselves, because we can do things better and more safely, we deprive kids of the chance to make and test observations, to experiment and tinker, to fail and bounce back. In treating everything like a major risk, we prevent kids from learning how to judge the truly dangerous, from the simply unfamiliar.

Fortunately, we can restore the positive traits that have been smothered by overprotective parenting, by restoring some of the “dangerous” activities that have lately gone missing from childhood. The suggestions below on this score were taken both from 50 Dangerous Things (You Should Let Your Children Do), as well as memories from my own more “free range” childhood. If you grew up a few decades back, these activities may seem “obvious” to you, but they’re less a part of kids’ lives today, and hopefully these reminders can help spark their revival.  While each contains a element of danger and chance of injury, these risks can be thoroughly mitigated and managed by you, the parent: Permit or disallow activities based on your child’s individual age, maturity level, and abilities. Take necessary precautions (which are common sense and which I’m not going to entirely spell out for you; you’re a grown-up, not a moron). Teach and demonstrate correct principles, and supervise some practice runs. Once you’ve created this scaffolding of safety, however, try to step back and give your child some independence. Step in only when a real danger exists, or when your adult strength/dexterity/know-how is absolutely necessary. And don’t be afraid to let your kids fail. That’s how they learn and become more resilient.

In return for letting your children grapple with a little bit of healthy risk, the activities below teach motor skills, develop confidence, and get kids acquainted with the use of tools and some of the basic principles of science. Outside any educational justification, however, they’re just plain fun — something we’ve forgotten can be a worthy childhood pursuit in and of itself!

23 Dangerous Things You Should Let You Kids Do

Unlike many of you out there, I grew up in a city.  And, my Dad was largely absent.  I was given boundaries, though.  Don’t cross these streets; Don’t play with these kids;  Let us know where you are;   Be home for dinner @ 6 o’clock.

Other than that, I was pretty much left to my own devices.  Playing in old abandoned houses and construction sites, climbing into open manholes and irrigation conduits.  Picking through discarded trash for treasures.  Making rocket fuel and fireworks.  Dissecting unexploded fireworks.  Dirt clod fights.  Rubber band guns with projectiles!

I wasn’t foolhardy, but I wasn’t a namby-pamby either!

I remember when my Dad’s .22 rifle went missing.  He accused me of taking it, but was most upset I hadn’t asked! (I didn’t take it – it was stolen and later recovered by the PD)

From what I’ve observed, most kids (and most adults) don’t play outside or explore anymore.  Instead, they are inside getting carpal tunnel…

(And not in the traditional way!  😛 )

Toss your kid outside, without their electronics.  And tell ’em not to return until dinner-time.

They might learn something!

"Round up the usual suspects."

In Loving Memory…