stolen borrowed from Brock Townsend…)
On 28 July 1866 the metric system became the legal measurement system in the US, and we’ve been ignoring it ever since. Why? ‘Tain’t human. Tain’t to the human measure.
Everybody knows an inch is as wide as your thumb, a foot as long as yours, a yard stretches from your nose to your fingertip, but what’s a meter? Why, one ten-millionth of the distance from the equator to the North Pole. Sounds like the sort of “scientific” nonsense that would come out of the French Revolution, and sure enough it did.
It was always interesting to me when I lived in Germany that folks at the meat market didn’t order “grams”, but a Pfund or a halbes Pfund (pound or half pound), & I don’t think I every heard anybody order a kilo of salami.
I tell y’all, metric ain’t human.
I remember when I was in high school, and the chemistry and physics teachers (Wells and Grimm, Dave!) went on-and-on about how the U.S. WAS converting to the metric system, that the rest of the world was doing it, and we WERE getting on board! I even have a metric stick somewhere commemorating their rants!
But, it never happened…
(I remember a sign on the wall of Phoenix’s long-defunct Ed Debevic’s restaurant “Tipping is NOT a city in China!”) (Sorry – had to insert a little humor here before the serious post – Guffaw)
PA: At what point is it legitimate to take up arms against this illegitimate government? I think that armed resistance might be legitimate as a defensive act if several states secede. Just war theory requires a reasonable chance of success? Without secession of multiple states, can armed defense be legitimate?
AB: Well, isn’t that the question du jour? I always snicker at Dennis Miller’s old joke that George Washington started blowing people’s heads off for taxing his breakfast beverage… and it wasn’t even coffee. First, as we discussed earlier, the whole American paradigm was and is deeply, deeply flawed and contained in itself from the beginning the seeds of its own inevitable collapse and destruction as John Adams himself was sure to point out, so we must be careful when citing the American Revolution as a positive example. But, those of us still capable of nuanced thought can tease out useful information from even a Diest-Freemasonic construct.
So, when exactly IS The Tipping Point? Or When? Or as phrased by Brock – HOW do we resist?
(attn Government – this is just a theoretical exercise. Nothing sedition or treasonous should be construed by any writings herein. And the fact I even have to write this caveat in a ‘free’ society says something…)
h/t Brock Townsend
So, it’s been decided.
The Confederate Battle Flag is coming down. Even Walmart, purveyor to all persons poor, Southern and cheesy, has opted out of sales of items depicting The Stars and Bars.
Why? Don’t you know?! It stands for segregation, racism and slavery! (Ideas of a non-federal Union and different, less-centralized government control to the contrary).
Because the South lost.
This is not unlike the (at one time) venerated swastika. A symbol of good luck! Used by Indians. Of the ancients quartering the universe into active and passive principles.
Of course, some guy named Adolph and people pushing an anti-fascist agenda changed all that.
God forbid something should have more than one meaning, or a deeper meaning than one interpretation.
Funny, we are told to allow Islamic folks (even the violent ones) to have their views, and that phony Westboro ‘Baptist’ church to have theirs, but persons proud of their Southern history and heritage – NOPE! Can’t have THAT!
Because we’re all idiots and need to be told how and what to think.
Because the South lost…
PS (on a different tack) – When will the first American Mosque be forced to perform a gay marriage? Just wondering…
PPS – THE QUOTE OF THE DAY!
Some psycho kills 9 people and the 10th victim is American History. – Mad Ogre
It was reported 0619 that we lost yet another member of The Firesign Theatre comedy troupe.
This time, it’s PHIL AUSTIN, the voice of Private Nick Danger – Third Eye
Even though I was growing up ‘in the 60’s and 70’s’, I was never a drug culture kind of guy. But, that didn’t mean that I didn’t appreciate their humor. (Sometimes, alcohol was involved, though!) Being a fan of PI fiction and wanting to become one (I eventually did) added to the joy brought by The Firesign Theatre.
I guess we’re all eventually bozos on this bus, eh?
h/t Dave the mechanic, LA Times
Courtesy of Claire Wolfe…
Aren’t they slick? And sleek. And tough. And Kershaw quality all the way. We’ve just gotten these customized, Ken Onion-designed spring-assist folders. Check them out in our store.
TZP president Brad Alpert (of the Missouri Bullet Company) chose them personally, and as soon as I heard he’d selected a Kershaw I knew they’d be good. The two Kershaws I own are as sharp and beautiful as when they were new (and that’s despite the fact that I got one of them at a garage sale from somebody who’d put it to hard use). This one’s going to be a classic.
Need I say: get ‘em while they last.
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NOW FOR SOME UPDATES
Custom kippot to come: At the suggestion of one of our supporters, we’ll be adding TZP custom kippot (aka kippahs or yarmulkes) to the store around Independence day. Watch for them. These will be quality linen kippot with an embroidered TZP logo. Great conversation starters. (And depending on how irreverent your sense of humor is, you don’t even have to be a Jewish man to wear one. Or two.)
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We’ve been so moved by the support you’ve given TZP right from the beginning. You should know what we’re planning for the future. First order of business, as you see, is to keep good, informative blogging going while also creating some steady income through memberships and product sales.
With that in mind, we’re focusing on building an excellent store. Not a big store, but one featuring quality goods you can’t get elsewhere. When that’s farther along we’ll undertake our first special project. What will it be? Video? Campaign? Book? A line of user-friendly booklets (like the late, great Gran’pa Jacks from Aaron’s JPFO)? We don’t know yet. When that time comes we’ll probably ask your help in determining the best project to educate, excite, and keep the Zelman legacy strong.
We’re aiming for slow, but steady and responsible, growth. Meantime, everyone involved with TZP remains a volunteer. From the officers to the writers to order fulfillers, everyone’s here solely out of commitment to the cause.
Thanks for being with the Partisans.
(Now go grab yourself a knife.)
I LUVS me my Kershaw Blur! And covet pretty much every other Kershaw I’ve seen. And how great to honor Aaron Zelman. (and FTC – Kershaw gives me nothing save fine knives at a good price!)
Long time passing…
The Gunner’s Blog recently mused on the very principles which The United States was alleged to have been founded.
And how they largely no longer exist:
(PS – this is my 2000th post! Thank you for stopping by – Guffaw)
Stan Freberg, whose freewheeling comic career in advertising garnered him worldwide acclaim and whose satirical entertainments abounded on TV, the radio and on records, has died. He was 88.
Freberg died of natural causes at a Santa Monica hospital, his son and daughter, Donavan and Donna Freberg, confirmed to The Hollywood Reporter.
“He was and will always be my hero, and I will carry his brilliant legacy forward as best I am able,” his son wrote on Facebook.
The godfather of humorous and irreverent commercials, Freberg lampooned cultural institutions and described himself as a “guerilla satirist.” TheNew York Times dubbed him the “Che Guevara of advertising,” and years later, “Weird Al” Yankovic called him a major influence on his career.
“Very sad to say that one of my absolute all-time heroes has just passed away,” Yankovic wrote on Twitter. “RIP Stan Freberg. A legend, an inspiration, and a friend.”
Freberg also was known for his musical parodies. “Wun’erful Wun’erful,” his 1957 spoof of “champagne music” — on which he collaborated with orchestra leader Billy May — lampooned The Lawrence Welk Show.
He also parodied Johnnie Ray’s hit “Cry,” which Freberg rendered as “Try.” (Ray was quite angry until he realized Freberg was fueling sales of his record.)
The Los Angeles native had hit records of his own, including St. George and the Dragonet, a 1953 send-up of the series Dragnet. His recordings were so popular that he landed his own radio program in 1954, That’s Rich. Three years later, he presented The Stan Freberg Show on CBS Radio, where he regularly mocked commercials by advertising bogus products.
You should really go and read the whole thing!
Stan was a true Hollywood success story. He actually walked off the bus, and into an ad agency and began writing copy. He wrote terrific ads, like many for Volkswagen during the Bug era.
And was hysterically funny without being lewd.
I hope you and Mel Blanc, June Foray, Bob Clampett and Daws Butler and the others are having a raucous time doing voices for The Supreme Being!
The President seems to think so…
President Obama gave support to mandatory voting today at a town hall event in Cleveland. The President claims the drastic move would reduce the importance of money in elections and stop alleged voter suppression.
The Washington Times reports on the President’s claim that mandatory voting would change everything:
“It would be transformative if everybody voted. That would counteract [campaign] money more than anything. If everybody voted, then it would completely change the political map in this country.”
Click on the link to see the whole article.
Of course, if checking legal citizenship and investigating voter fraud are racist, and therefore banned, I wonder which party would win?
When people ask for whom or what party I’ve voted, I always respond, “The Australian Secret Ballot is one of our most cherished possessions!”
Of course, one part of the Australian method with which I disapprove in the mandatory part.
We’re AMERICANS – very little should be mandatory!
h/t Washington Times, RJReview
I remember as a child, the whole fam damly (as it was sometimes described) being shuffled into the station wagon, and off to the movies! Usually, a drive in theater. They were ubiquitous, and readily available in the Arizona weather. Much of the time, they were an extension of the TV-as-babysitter, translation: put the boy in from of a moving picture and he’ll go out like a light!
Then later in my youth, being dropped off at a Saturday afternoon matinee, with a friend or two, and funds for goodies – what a way to get them out of the house and from under foot. The only rule was call when the movie let out (translation: make certain you had a dime left from that fiver!)
Being a self-described child of TV, when gadget-addict friend Bob P. (one of the many Bobs) announced he had a videotape player/recorder, I knew something was beginning to change. This Magnavox machine took VHS tapes, but no standard had yet to be decided upon, and tapes made upon it wouldn’t play on later standardized VHS machines! It also had vacuum tubes as part of it’s construction, weighed a ton, and cost about $1000 (in 1975 dollars)!
Thus began the slow decline as technology continued to develop, and people began renting Beta and VHS tapes, (remember Laserdiscs?) then DIVX, then DVD, and now can see many movies/TV shows via the Internet and BlueRay.
And the audience figured out that while the kids used to hang out in the back of the Vista Cruiser in their jammies, and the adults dressed up to go to the theater, it was just more convenient for all to stay in the living room in their jammies. (Or boxer shorts, in the case of my Dad.)
And you didn’t have to trudge across a gravel-laden parking lot in the dark to a grimy snack bar restroom, either.
And while the drive ins have mostly faded away, now the indoor theaters are as well. Few want to pay $15+ each for a seat, plus another $20 for drinks and snacks, when they can watch Netflix or Amazon at home in their skivvies.
Another childhood dream of a secret agent meeting place in an nearly empty theater is going away.
And teenaged fantasies of making out (or more) in Dad’s station wagon now have to be redirected.
Declining Theater Attendance @ a 20 Year Low
(FTC – Magnavox, Amazon and Netflix have given me nothing!)
Most of you know, my Father was sports addict, and as a result (because of my inability to play after the onset of my disability at age 12), I was a sports orphan.
And the culmination of all this for me is I don’t have a passion for most sports. Watching, playing, appreciating. Because I can’t play, and because I was saturated with it as a child.
(If YOU love your sports, enjoy! It’s no problem for me. But, like religion, please leave it outside my door!)
I oft wondered about the American fetish for the love of team sports – especially baseball, football and basketball. It’s been explained to me that it has to do with civic pride. And, of course, friendly bets around the water cooler.
Or the bookie.
Marx says religion is the opiate of the masses. In this country, the opiate is also sports! I guess it stops folks from discussing religion and politics(?)
MY passion is the ability to live free. To make my own choices. To not be compelled to give to others through the power and force of government. If I choose to do so, that’s one thing. At the point of a gun, that’s another.
And, of course, my passion for the love a good woman.
Currently absent. :-(
But that’s for another post…