His tenth sonata.

Now on harpsichord, the instrument for which it was written.

Another redhead from Russ. (more…)

This week’s prestigious award goes to Emmet Sullivan, the judge in the Michael Flynn case. The DOJ dropped all charges but Sullivan won’t let it go and he keeps changing the rules. He would not allow an amicus brief earlier in the case and now he demands one. He’s out to get Flynn come what may. As my friend V-Man said, “Never trust a judge with a soul patch.” What an asshole!

Too bad we have the festering sore that’s Atlanta. Fortunately, we have a good governor. He was castigated by the mayor of Atlanta, Keisha Lance Bottoms, for reopening the state too soon. Fine. let her continue dragging Atlanta down. The rest of the state will do just fine. Of course, Keisha will be there with her hand out looking for assistance from the state when this shit is over.

Erick Erickson, a reformed Never Trumper, had a good article about this.

On April 20, 2020, Georgia Governor Brian Kemp became one of the first governors in America to announce plans to reopen his state. He had been one of the last to impose a shelter-in-place order. Critics had blasted him for waiting so long. He did not impose shelter-in-place until the beginning of April.

On April 20, 2020, Kemp announced he would begin letting certain small businesses that were mostly sole proprietors with direct, personal relationships with customers reopen on April 25, 2020. Those included barber shops, nail salons, tattoo parlors, and, curiously, bowling alleys. What the media ignored was that Kemp put such stringent criteria in place for reopening that most of those businesses still could not open.

Of course they ignored that. It didn’t fit the narrative.

Bowling alleys, for example, typically met the technical criteria for a business that could reopen, but practically could not reopen because of the stringent health and safety protocols the governor put in place. Kemp also refused to end the shelter-in-place order early, necessitating that businesses could begin reopening, but customers could not actually get out and about. Again, the media failed to note that.

On May 1, 2020, the shelter-in-place order expired for most people. Restaurants and barbershops reopened, but under new protocols with to-go orders, face masks for barbers, etc. In a revision to his order this week, Kemp required that bars, night clubs, and live music venues must remain closed until June along with overnight summer camps.

Between April 20 and May 1, a recurring trending “hashtag” on Twitter was “KempHasBloodOnHisHands.” Democrat politicians and others assailed Kemp, claiming people were going to die because of him. We are more than three weeks from this tweet:

Ron Fournier
@ron_fournier
Mark this day. Because two and three weeks from now, the Georgia death toll is blood on his hands.

And as Georgians move around the country, they’ll spread more death and economic destruction
Niles Edward Francis @NilesGApol

#BREAKING: Georgia @GovKemp announces that the following businesses can reopen this Friday…

Gyms
Fitness centers
Bowling Alleys
Body Arch Studios
Barber shops
Cosmetologists
Hair designers
Nail salons
Massage therapists
April 20th 2020

Blood on his hands! People are gonna die! Let me know when we reach the death toll of New York. Or New Jersey. Or Michigan. Or Illinois. Or Taxachusetts. Or Mexifornia. All blue states. We’re doing pretty well here in Georgia and Kemp doesn’t have anywhere near the “blood on his hands” as Liberal icon Andrew Cuomo.

Ron Fournier, formerly of the Associated Press, was not alone in that sentiment. Stacey Abrams took to MSNBC to blast Brian Kemp. President Trump criticized him for reopening saying he “strongly disagreed” with Kemp. The Atlantic ran a hysterically themed article that Georgia was experimenting in human sacrifice. The subtitle of the piece was, “The state is about to find out how many people need to lose their lives to shore up the economy.”

We are now not just into the fourth week since Brian Kemp said the state could reopen and fourteen days past the shelter-in-place order expired, we are now past the last major revision of the IHME model, which happened yesterday.

The IHME model is the most widely cited and relied upon model for COVID-19. The White House and Georgia’s Governor rely on it. On May 12, the IHME model predicted Georgia would still have hundreds of daily new cases into August and would have 1,783 daily new cases on June 12, 2020.

Yesterday, the model updated and the update was significant. Georgia is now expected to have no cases of the virus by August and only 367 new daily cases on June 12.

Yep! The blood is flowing here in Georgia.

Where does Brian Kemp go to get his apology?

He ain’t gonna get it from the Fake News Media. He ain’t gonna get it from Abrams Tank. We sure dodged a bullet there. I shudder to think what would have happened if she was governor of Georgia and was running things.

I’m glad I live in a red state.

Ron enlightens us.

Walkin around in the gusty pre-dawn winds this morning, I let my mind ponder where we is, where we’s goin, and who be responsible for it.

First, I b’lieve we’re headed for a cycle of inflation and wealth transfer from small bidness owners to big corps. Not quite confident it’ll be STAG-flation, but IN-flation fer shure, and fixed-income people – pensioners and those dependent upon Social Security and personal savings – will become f—ed-income people.

Ya jist cain’t keep printin money to spend yourself outta recession and not reduce the purchasing power of each Franklin. And, the only entity big and strong enuf to do anything about it all is the central government, which means it’ll self-feed into more growth and power.

The CDC and W.H.O. need to modify their edicts on behavior modification to make sure everybody wears blindfolds as well as face masks. That way they’ll not be able to see what government is up to.

And the list of culprits involved in getting us into coriolis spin toward the bowl drain is lengthy, including Clapper, Brennan, Lynch, Clinton, Clinton, DingleBarry, Comey, Strzok, Schiff, Nadler, and a whole company of others.

But the worst is Malig-Nancy, ‘cause she’s an enabler, an encourager, a supporter of seditionists and domestic terrorists and agitprops and apostates who willfully and overtly tried to overturn a lawful election and remove a sitting president because they didn’t agree with his policies or management style.

Basically what happened is that she’s so fulla shit that when she got hold of the gavel again after the last mid-terms, we ran outta toilet paper. She, along with Schumer and Feinstein and RBG and several others are the poster children for term limits.

Again, almost 80 years old myself, I understand what it’s like to intellectually “lose a step,” to walk into a room and forget why I’m there, to lose my train of thought from time to time and change my mind based on how well lunch is sitting in my belly.

But Nancy is almost as bad as Sleepy Joe . . . if you put all their public statements for the past few months end to end you wouldn’t come up with a complete sentence or a rational plan for chewing gum and farting at the same time.

Fortunately for all females, the virus lockdown has kept Biden from inappropriately manhandling women and girls for a coupla months now. Hell, Biden’s so far gone into dementia that after DingleBarry finally gave his support to him for the PotUSy, Joe thanked Morgan Freeman for his endorsement for senator.

Sheeesh! The Dem machine knows painfully well that Sleepy Joe isn’t fit to sit in the PotUS chair, but short of resurrecting Her Rotten Heinous or having Jesus, Muhammad, and Buddha endorse Mooch, they can’t figure out how to get rid of him now. And Pelosi enthusiastically supports his candidacy!! Betcha didn’t know the name “Nancy Pelosi” is basically an anagram for “Tipsy Dipshit.”

The last thing the Left wants to see is a return to the old “normal” of free enterprise, free speech, free movement, and freedom to own and carry firearms, and not free benefits, free health-care, and free abortions paid for by the 50% who actually have jobs.

They want the “New Normal” in which people cower behind their masks in their own homes, unable to go to a barber shop or beauty salon while mayors and governors get daily grooming by professionals so that they can hold news conferences without any masks.

They want to keep people from going to the beach or the golf course where they might get some disinfecting sunshine and healthy fresh air but to sit in their cars breathing stale CO2 while waiting for curb service at deep-fried cholesterol parlors.

Going to a ball game is illegal, but getting an abortion is essential health care. You might not be able to buy seeds to plant veggies, but you can buy all the liquor and wine you want . . . essentials, right?

Once they can get control of the Oval Office and Senate, they can centralize health care, nationalize businesses, restrict or rescind 1st Amendment rights, and get rid of personal firearms. In other words, turn the US into China.

That’s why SanFranShitShowNan wants to load up the relief funding bills with goodies for the no-loads and illegals and why mayors and governors assume powers that are clearly not permitted to them by the Constitution.

It’s as if the blue states are afraid that by opening first, the red states will develop an economic advantage over them and set their dream of total control back down from a rolling boil to a warm simmer.

The pandemicists who want to use the flu “crisis” to “fundamentally transform” the nation to their globalist agenda will gleefully correlate all deaths reported on or immediately after states or communities re-open for business as direct results of the reopening, although virtually all of them will have been infected at least 2 weeks prior to the day they died.

Y’know . . . we have governors and big-city mayors and senators and “experts” who can’t manage to accurately and honestly report the facts about covid deaths, so how the hell can we expect those states and cities to accurately count mail-in ballots? The most amazing thing about COVID19 is that history will show 2020 as the year nobody died of natural causes.

I’m kinda tired of the Branch Covidians and their never-let-a-good-crisis-go-to-waste merde. Sometimes I wonder . . . if a foreign country, such as England or France or Germany sent troops to invade us – which side would the Democrats choose to be on?

Does anybody believe that Durham’s report implicating DingleBarry in the Flynn assassination will result in any of the high-level traitors ever winding up behind bars?

The whole point of having Mueller come in under the pretense of investigating Russian collusion was to muddy up the waters to obscure all evidence of the coup by Comey and Strzok and Brennan et al. in their bungled attempt to bring down Trump and safeguard the status quo that Hillary’s election would have preserved and fed.

Does anybody doubt that Gropey Joe’s GeStaPo went back thru all the paper trails long ago and sanitized ‘em? Anything which might have cast any doubt as to his moral character would have been purged during the vetting for Veep in 2008.

The REAL investigation needs to be finding out who accessed his records back then and who accessed the ones he gave to the University of Delaware when he left office. And this business about being unable by law to access those records is bull; PotUS can compel their opening, as can the Congress by majority vote.

Sorry . . . kinda got carried away there. But, some of that stuff needs to be said . . . again and again and again – until the morning of 3 November, at least. We sure as hell don’t need a doddering old Broke-Dick Joe in the Oval Office with the entire Clinton/Obama cabal in the bushes and drapes behind him calling the shots.

Remember that old Beatles song, “Michelle, Ma Belle”? Well, sont des mots qui vont tres bien ensemble . . . tres bien ensemble.

Mike sent me this one.

“Lemon Pickers Needed” read the ad in the
newspaper.

Ms. Sally Mulligan of Coral Springs, Florida,
read it, and decided to apply for one of the jobs
that most Americans are not willing to do.

She submitted her application for a job in a
Florida lemon grove, but seemed far too qualified
for the job.

She has a liberal arts degree from the
University of Michigan, and a master’s degree
from Michigan State University.

For a number of years, she had worked as a
social worker, and also as a school teacher.

The foreman studied her application, frowned,
and said, “I see that you are well educated, and
have an impressive resume.

“However, I have to ask you, have you had any
actual experience in picking lemons?”

“Well, as a matter of fact, I have,” she said.
“I’ve been married three times and divorced all
three bums, owned two Chryslers, voted twice for
Obama, and once for Hillary.”

She started work yesterday.

I drove over to Columbia South Carolina Saturday to spend Mother’s Day with my sister. One nice thing about the Kung Flu is that the roads aren’t crowded. After hitting I-20 I was able to set the cruise control and only had to take it off twice between Atlanta and the outskirts of Columbia.

My sister was happy to see me and why not? I’m her favorite brother. Of course, I’m her only brother so that could explain why. Besides my sparkling personality, she likes the wine that I bring with me. This time, I brought along two 2005 Bordeaux from my cellar. We drank one Saturday night with steak and the other one Sunday with a chicken dish.

Normally on Mother’s Day we go out to a restaurant that has a really good buffet but the Kung Flu put the kibosh on that. This is the first Mother’s Day in about five years that we haven’t done that. Bummer!

It’s a crime for mothers to have to cook on Mother’s Day. Screw the Chicoms!

The drive back this morning was OK and I noticed that there was more traffic on the roads. Both South Carolina and Georgia are in the process of opening up. The gloom and doom Dimocrats are hoping that Georgia has a rash of new cases with the opening up of our economy but it doesn’t look like that’s happening.

Sanity is prevailing.

From Pres.

I post this every year.

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!

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