This week I’m giving it to Rashida Tlaib, (Dimocrat, Palestine) for her latest statement that when she thinks of the Holocaust it gives her a calming feeling. Of course all of these statements by her are “taken out of context”. Yannow what would give me a calming feeling? Shipping this bitch back to Palestine where she belongs.

Ron in Ohio sent me this story.

It may be May, but Spring has not quite sprung in the Golden State.

Parts of California still resemble a scene out of winter, with a series of storms bringing several feet of snow to mountain areas, ahead of a “significant” severe weather threat across the nation’s midsection.

How can that be? I thought the planet was burning up. Weren’t snowfalls supposed to be a “thing of the past”.

The National Weather Service said that a series of Pacific storms are bringing heavy rain, mountain snow, and gusty winds across the West. A winter storm warning was issued Wednesday night that will run through Friday morning for the southern Sierra Nevada.

The first storm, headed in from the Gulf of Alaska, is expected to bring up to an inch of rain in some areas of the Sacramento Valley and as much as 2 feet of snow in some mountain spots at elevations of about 7,000 feet.

Snow could fall at lower elevations on Thursday with 6-12 inches expected at pass levels, the National Weather Service said.

And here we are over half way through Spring and we’re still seeing winter storms? What’s going on here? Oh, I know, it’s global warming. Has anyone seen Pope Albert I of the Church of AGW? Is he in California? And didn’t that buffoon Bill Nye just show the planet burning up?

“Daytime highs today will drop as well down to as much as 20 degrees below normal for the date,” the agency added.

In Yosemite National Park, spokesman Scott Gediman told the Associated Press that popular 16-mile tourist route Glacier Point Road, which offers sweeping views of Yosemite Valley and Half Dome, closed Wednesday and will remain shuttered until the storms pass. A second system is expected to impact the region on Saturday.

The current storm is not expected to create widespread flooding because some snow has already melted, according to California Office of Emergency Services Director Mark Ghilarducci.

That’s a relief!

I read somewhere else that in Colorado Arapaho Basin and Breckinridge are still open for skiing. Breck is gonna be open through Memorial Day and maybe even later.

If this is global warming it’s a good thing we aren’t having global cooling.

Ron on race.

Damned dog woke me up W-A-Y too early inna a.m. today, like 0107 or somethin like that. Couldn’t get back to Z-land. Mind kept kickin stuff around on the front porch . . . white guilt, racism, reparations, AnTiFa, BLM, Beto, Bernie, Biden . . . bummer.

Now . . . I don’t have any overbearing sense of white pride or loyalty to my ethnicity. I believe that cultures, civilizations, nations, and philosophies swing back and forth like pendulums, rising and falling in time like ice ages, droughts, floods, and non-anthropogenic climate change.

I don’t necessarily consider Caucasians particularly superior physically or cerebrally to other groups, but I do believe that physiological and intellectual differences exist between the races, some quite simple and obvious, others more complex and subtle.

Azamatterafact, based on what I’ve observed in human behavior over the past coupla hundred years, east Asians seem to have the edge over all the rest where intellectual potential is concerned. Blacks are demonstrably more athletic, especially in America, and Euros are characteristically destructive by habit. Western Asians are inbred morons.

Naturally, part of the success of east Asians in the American educational system is cultural; students are under great pressure to do well in school to avoid shaming the family. Also, parents and siblings provide major support and direct involvement in making sure kids do homework and pay attention in class.

By the 3rd or 4th generations, however, many of those Asian traditions become diluted in the US, allowing kids to be just as lazy, ambivalent, and rebellious as their standard American white or black counterparts.

And that pendulum? Well, it’s swinging pretty hard these days back away from the zenith of white ascendancy toward the nadir of white oblivion. White people, especially older white males, are now being vilified as the source of all conflict and trouble on the planet.

White history is being edited, revised, rewritten, or simply erased. The Founding Fathers of the US are no longer revered but reviled as slaveholders and oppressors, despite the truth that the majority of white immigrants to America between the early 1600s and the late 1700s were slaves or indentured workers there to perform enforced labor or penal servitude.

The popular trend today is removal of monuments and replacement of white men’s faces from currency, usually with black or brown faces. Schools have been pressured to remove American flags and plaques featuring excerpts from the Bible or the Constitution because they offend or “trigger” minority groups, many of which have no legal status allowing them to even be IN the schools in the first place.

Eventually Washington’s face will disappear from the dollar bill just as Jackson’s is in the process of doing from the twenty in favor of Tubman. One day someone will launch a massive effort to rid the country of ALL public reminders of white slaveholders, even to taking down the Washington and Jefferson memorials.

Without going deeply into the history of white slavery in America (it’s still googleable), Britain in the 1600s followed the practice of ridding itself of beggars, criminals, prostitutes, street urchins, Catholics, and other troublemakers by shipping them to the American colonies as field muscle, serfs, and thralls for planters, lumber mills, fishing fleets, and other businesses. Most were treated just as badly, if not worse, as many black slaves in the South.

What troubles me most about what’s going on is not racial role reversal but evolutionary reversal. An educated brain behind a black or brown face would very likely run things just as well as a Clinton or a Nixon or a Bush . . . given that that brain weren’t contaminated by false and misleading claptrap in its formative years.

But to award trophies just for showing up, to discontinue all competition in school so as not to intimidate weaker or minority students, to flood the system with unsupportable numbers of non-citizens whose “rights” are better protected than those of legitimate tax-paying members of society, to create “safe spaces” where snowflakes don’t have to listen to conservative ideas . . . that’s creating a population of uninformed, uneducated, unproductive, unhappy, and unfit throwbacks.

Going to extremes in protecting the weak while discouraging the strong will eventually dilute the DNA to the point of reversing nature’s survival-of-the-fittest schema toward denial of the fittest in favor of the infirm, the incompetent, the imbalanced. Looks to me that libs are evolving into a new species – “most likely to self-destruct.”

Kids who exit high school with certificates alleging their having been at least exposed to fundamental skills and concepts but never having experienced loss or failure or even disappointment will slam hard and painfully into reality when they discover that the nature of real life IS competition, learning through mistakes in judgment, and sometimes being not the windshield but the bug.

It’s also very disturbing to turn on the TV and see black faces more than 50% of the time when blacks comprise barely more than 13% of the population. Agitprops complain when blacks don’t get enough roles in movies about medieval Europe, or don’t get nominated for as many Oscars as whites, or when cities require foto I.D. for voting . . . but nobody complains about having a no-whites-allowed Miss America contest or a congressional black caucus or sports leagues that are predominantly African, such as the NBA and NFL.

I’m tired of hearing Tlaib’s anti-semitism, Omar’s anti-Americanism, AOC’s anti-capitalism. Even a cursory look into their histories demonstrates immediately that they should never have been seated in the first place because their elections were basically purchased for them by PACs.

Racism is the last resort of political slander that just ain’t quite workin the way the troublemaker wants it to. And equal opportunity STILL does NOT guarantee equality of results.

Aahh, who cares. And somebody left a snap-lid container with brownies and lemon pound cake on the countertop.

May 15 marks 34 years that I have lived in the Atlanta area, almost half of my life. I was planning on this being a way station in my career. I planned on spending a few years as a hardware instructor and then hoping to get a job as a Systems Engineer. Good thing that didn’t happen since the SE job went away. I eventually wound up as a Systems Programmer which was the best job I ever had with IBM. It would have been even better had I not worked for a CDSM©.

I’ve seen a lot of changes in the past 34 years but one thing that hasn’t changed is the traffic (except for getting worse) or the rules for driving in Atlanta. This comes from someone’s Farcebook post. I did not write it altho’ I wish I had.

HOW TO DRIVE IN ATLANTA:

1. You must first learn to pronounce the city name, Atlana. Old-timers are still allowed to call it Alana. (Or people from Alabama. – GOC)

2. The morning rush hour is from 5:00 am to noon. The evening rush hour is from noon to 9:00 pm. Friday’s rush hour starts on Thursday morning.

3. The minimum acceptable speed on I-285 is 80 mph. On I-75 and I-85, your speed is expected to at least match the highway number. Anything less is considered ‘wussy’. (I-285 is also known as the Watermelon 500. – GOC)

4. Forget the traffic rules you learned elsewhere. Atlanta has its own version of traffic rules. For example, Ferraris and Lamborghinis owned by sports stars go first at a four-way stop. Cars/trucks with the loudest muffler go second. The trucks with the biggest tires go third. The HOV lanes are really designed just for the slow Floridians passing through who are used to hogging the left lane everywhere.

5. If you actually stop at a yellow light or stop sign, you will be rear ended, cussed out, and possibly shot. Unless there is a police car nearby.

6. Never honk at anyone. Ever. Seriously. It’s another offense that can get you shot.

7. Road construction is permanent and continuous. Detour barrels are moved around for your entertainment pleasure during the middle of the night to make the next day’s driving a bit more exciting. Generally, city roads other than the main streets have more potholes and bumps (usually speed bumps) than most dirt roads in the countryside.

8. Watch carefully for road hazards such as drunks, possums, skunks, dogs, barrels, cones, furniture, cats, mattresses, shredded tires, squirrels, rabbits, and crows.

9. Be aware that spelling of street names may change from block to block, e.g., Clairmont, Claremont, Clairmonte.

10. If someone actually has their turn signal on, wave them to the shoulder immediately to let them know it has been “accidentally activated”. (If you turn on your turn signal to indicate a lane change the person behind you in that lane will immediately speed up to prevent you from entering that lane. That’s why no one uses their turn signals. – GOC)

11. If you are in the left lane and only driving 75 in a 55-65 mph zone, k, e.g., you are considered a road hazard and will be “flipped off” accordingly. If you return the flip, you’ll be shot.

MOST IMPORTANT: If you get LOST, Look for a road named PEACHTREE… Then you are somewhere in Atlanta. (Factoid. There are over 64 roads in Atlanta with Peachtree in their names. – GOC)

From my sister comes this global warming story from France.

Severe frosts and heavy snow have returned unseasonably late to vast swathes of Europe this week, potentially laying waste to millions of Euros worth of early, tender grapes.

How can this be? I thought the planet was burning up.

Winemakers across the continent are lighting thousands of torches in an attempt to protect their livelihoods from the subzero temperatures.

But AOC and the rat bastard commies claim we only have twelve more years to save the planet.

“Any more than 1C below zero (30.2F) and you’re really in trouble,” said winemaker Andreas Huber who is based in South Tryol, Italy where temperatures as low as -9C (15.8F) were recorded on Wednesday morning.

Heeding the forecast warning, Huber spent all weekend preparing “anti-frost” torches every few metres throughout his vineyard, and then, as the mercury started to fall, he set them ablaze.

I remember reading twenty years ago that French winemakers were buying land in England because France was gonna be too warm to grow good grapes. They might want to rethink that strategy.

Lighting 300 torches over one hectare raises the temperature by roughly 3C, according to Huber, a difference that could prove crucial.

The neighboring province of Trentino recorded its lowest temperatures since 1987 this week, which had farmers busy taking to anti-frost precautions in vineyards as well as apple orchards their, too.

Damn that global warming. If course, I’m sure these low temperatures are the result of global warming. Look at all the shit caused by global warming.

[…]

A Farmers’ Union spokesperson estimates that the recent spell of brutal Arctic air could lay waste to millions of euros’ worth of crops.

And the spell is forecast to continue through this weekend, too as storms tear across much of Europe, particularly central regions, dumping more unseasonable snow onto towns and villages leaving them looking decidedly more wintry than spring-like.

Cold records are continuing to fall, as predicted.

Prepare.

Grand Solar Minimum + Pole Shift

Maybe the fearmongers will go back to warning us of global cooling like they did in the 70’s.

From NH Tom.

I post this every year on Mother’s Day.

This is the picture I write about in the post. My mother is the little blonde girl sitting on her mother’s lap. The boy is my Uncle Robert (AKA Uncle Pump because he got a penile implant when he was in his 70’s. Medicare paid for it. My tax dollars at work. It must have been good for him since he lived to be 92.) The girl is my Aunt Ginny. She died in her 60’s. Mom lived to be 85.

Have you ever looked at an old person and imagined what that person was like as a child? With some people it is inconceivable that they were ever children. With my mother, you could easily tell what she was like as a child, because she never lost her childlike love of parades, circuses, parties, and holidays.

I have a picture of my mother sitting on her mother’s lap. She looks to be around three years old. As a child she was blond and had rosy cheeks and a sunny disposition. So, she was nicknamed Peachy. To the day she died, everyone in the family called her Peachy.

She was the youngest of three children and the most adventuresome. I always thought my Aunt Ginny and my Uncle Robert were exceptionally dull. Not so my mother.

She was a Girl Scout. I don’t know if my aunt was, but I doubt it. There is no way I could ever picture her camping in the woods. When Amelia Ehrhart made a stop in St. Louis, Mom was the Girl Scout selected to present her with a bouquet of flowers.

High school cheerleaders used to be all male. The first year that Roosevelt High School, in St. Louis, had female cheerleaders, my mother was one of them. She showed me the article in the newspaper she had saved.

She had a friend, Janie, who loved to travel as much as Mom did. When they were around twenty years old, since this was the Depression and they had no money, they hitchhiked from St. Louis to the Grand Canyon. These were two young girls. No way they could do this today. They hiked to the bottom of the Canyon and spent Christmas with the CCC workers building Phantom Ranch. Think they had a good time? They were the only two girls there. Mom and Janie also thumbed their way down to Georgia. My sister has two little notebooks that my mother used to record expenses on these trips.

My mother met my father when she and a friend were canoeing on the Meramec River in Missouri. My father was canoeing with one of his friends. He got her number and the rest is history. They got married in 1939. Since my father worked for the railroad he got free travel privileges (like airline employees do today), and they went west for their honeymoon. I have a movie they took going through the Rockies.

My sister was born in 1942. My father went off to war, and when he returned in 1946, they had me.

In 1952, my father had a bad accident at work and sued the railroad company. He won. As a result, he lost his job. He used the settlement money to buy a new car and a bunch of camping equipment. This was before RV’s. Everyone used tents or, if they had money, they bought trailers. They were nothing like the trailers of today. In the summer of 1953, we took off for five weeks and hit every state east of the Mississippi and two states west of the Mississippi. We also went as far north as Quebec City in Canada. Even though it was summer it was still cold at night in New England and Canada. I don’t know how she did it but she managed to pack all the clothes we needed for the different climates we experienced.

We never had much money, but since both my parents liked to travel and liked to camp, almost every summer we would take off for two weeks and see the country. My dad drove, my sister navigated, and my mother thought of games to keep us occupied. I had been in 47 states by the time I was sixteen years old.

My mother always wanted to go to places outside of the country. My father, having spent WW II in Europe, had no desire to go back. After my sister moved to California, and I joined the Navy, she started her overseas trips. Still loving adventurous things, she went rafting on the Colorado River, through the Grand Canyon when she was in her sixties. When she retired, she, my sister, and my sister’s husband hiked the Grand Canyon. Here was this little, sixty-five year old woman with a backpack hiking the Canyon. At the end of the trip, when she reached the top, there were a bunch of hikers at the top who applauded.

But she wasn’t finished. Two days later all of us went sailing in the British Virgin Islands. It was a bareboat charter which means we sailed it ourselves. She went on three more sailing trips with us: Greece, the Grenadines, and the Florida Keys.

In 1988 I had a freak accident and broke my back which left me partially paralyzed from the waist down. I had been to Europe a few times with my mother but now in my condition I would be unable to travel. Wanna bet? After I had gotten out of a wheelchair and could walk with braces and crutches she suggested we go to England. It was a short flight and since there were a lot of old people on these tours I would be able to keep up. Previously, I had always taken care of the luggage. Now this little old lady in her seventies had to do it. My mother got me to Spain, England, Russia, Germany, Turkey, and Egypt. Europe, and especially places like Egypt and Turkey, are not very cripple friendly, but, with my mother’s assistance, I made it.

She hated to sit around with nothing to do. Before my accident, on a trip to Italy, we had a free day and, since Venice was not in our itinerary, we took a night train from Rome to Venice, spent the day sightseeing, and took an evening train back to Rome. When in Turkey, we had a free day and she talked the tour guide into setting up a day trip to Troy. Travelling with my mother was always an adventure. Thanks to her wanting to go to Troy I could now say that I had stood on the heights of Mycenae (on our Greece trip in 1985), the home of Agamemnon, and at the gates of Troy. I also have a picture of me standing in front of the largest pyramid at Giza. Had I not been a cripple, I would have climbed up and gone inside, but without my mother I would not have even been there in the first place.

My father was an alcoholic and would lose jobs so my mother had to work. My sister and I also had to work. She had babysitting jobs and I did yard work and worked in the school cafeteria. My mother really knew how to stretch a dollar. My mother taught us self reliance and the fact that actions had consequences. My sister, being smarter, did well in school and won a four year scholarship to college. I flunked out of junior college. My mother welcomed me to the real world and told me I would now have to start paying room and board so I better get a job. This was the 60’s. I was 1A, so I joined the Navy to learn electronics and stay out of Viet Nam. One out of two ain’t bad. I learned electronics, but both of the ships I served on went to Viet Nam. I went back to college after the Navy, but burned out in my junior year, quit, and got a job with IBM. I moved to Atlanta in 1985 to be a technical instructor with IBM teaching mainframes and Mass Storage (and early tape library). My mother never tired of telling her friends that her college dropout son was now a teacher.

My mother had an ulcer and had surgery to remove part of her stomach. She had had two heart attacks. She had had a tumor removed from one of her breasts and took chemo for that. I remember she was talking to my friend Cindy after the tumor was removed and told Cindy she was not going on chemo because her cousin Rosemary had gotten very sick when she was on chemo. When Cindy asked what medication she was taking and she told her Cindy didn’t tell her that that was chemo.

In her eighties, she developed macular degeneration. She could no longer drive at night and was worried that she might soon not be able to drive at all. This not only affected her, but all the other little old ladies she had to ferry around. The last time I saw her, she was blind in one eye.
My mother was the most active person I have ever met. She took aerobics, did line dancing, was in a hiking club called The Wild Side Walkers (which she joined to build up her endurance to hike the Grand Canyon), and went on lots of one and two day trips with various organizations. We were at a night club in Egypt and the band started playing the Macerena. Up jumped my mother to do the Macerena! My sister and I had to buy her an answering machine since she was never at home and her friends could never get in touch with her.

We talked once a week. We alternated calling. It used to be on a Saturday, but we had to change, because she couldn’t fit me in her schedule on a Saturday. We changed to Sunday morning. She only forgot to call once. So, one Sunday, when she didn’t call, and she didn’t answer when I called, I feared the worst. I had her cousins go to her condo and check and they found her dead. She had gone to a movie with friends on Saturday and returned home and died that night. She was active on the last day of her life. That’s how I want to go. She had dreaded going into a nursing or assisted living home so I’m glad that she was active to the very end. When my sister and I went to St. Louis to take care of affairs we found literature about activities for the blind. We also noted that her calendar was full of events for the next three months. Somehow I never thought that she would be able to ever fit dying into her busy schedule. She lived to be eighty five years old.

She died in 1999. Every Mother’s Day I regret that I never told her how much I loved her and what a wonderful mother she was. She was one hell of a mom.
Happy Mother’s Day, Mom, where ever you are!

Here’s the Allemande from Bach’s Lute Suite in E Minor.

Too bad about the navel piercing. (more…)

This week’s recipient in Senator Richard Burr (RINO, N.C.). He is the member of the Senate Intelligence Committee who has subpoenaed Donald Trump Jr. to testify. Yannow, I expect this crap from Dimocrats but not Republicans. And, of course, there are some other asshole RINOs who support this dooshbag like Marco Rubio. Yannow, you never see Dimocrats stab members of their own party in the back. Maybe this is why Republicans lose so often. Burr said he’s not running for reelection prolly because just like Flake in Arizona he knows he wouldn’t win.