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I promised the other day that I’d relate one more precious memory of John and Jackie Kennedy’s Boston adventure.
So here it is.
All those men lined up along Boylston Street, including Julio, Tonyand I were still mesmerized by the thoughts of whether Jackie Kennedy would be an inspired bed partner. The street between the police cordons was vacant for a moment, when suddenly the sound of a bell clanging brought our attention back.
Hell bent down empty Boylston came a vehicle pulling an open trailer. A guy was on the back of the trailer ringing a huge bell mounted there, big bell. Church bell sized, rather than locomotive sized. On the side of the trailer was a huge sign, “KRUSHCHEV SAYS, ‘WE WILL BURY YOU!”
They zipped past us, hung a hard left around Boston Plaza, and swung in behind the emptying motorcade in front of the Plaza Hotel. Still ringing that damned bell. [Likely the granddaddy of the patriots of today, I’m thinking by hindsight.]
Friends and readers, this whole thing was not in keeping with the high standards Boston wanted in their welcoming Ken and Barbie to town. Every cop on Boylston forgot about that yellow tape and ran across Boston Plaza, pulling their billy clubs out as they ran. Wasn’t any time at all before that trailer was surrounded by Boston’s finest and all an observer could see was the backs of cops and a forest of billy clubs rising and falling.
They weren’t aiming for that bell, either. Didn’t hear it clang one single time after the first club rose and fell.
But you’ve got to admit the guy had imagination and class. A freaking liberty bell! You surely don’t see that anymore. All these teapartying occupiers just go around telling one another inane BS about what they think about guns and abortion and Wall Street.
If that guy with the liberty bell lived through the next five minutes after the cops got him, he might be still alive. He could teach these modern jerks a thing or two about how to deliver messages to the Kens and Barbies.
Having some Secret Service or Homeland Security thug put a rifle bullet through your face before the cops arrived with mace and 20,000 volt non-lethal zappers to finish you off ought not deter anyone from a little display of class and imagination.
Posted in 1960's, America, Government, Human Behavior, Politics
Tagged Boston, boylston street, cars, cops, jackie kennedy, John Kennedy, Kruschev, occupy wall street, Plaza Hotel, transportation
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Just when you think the early work of RAH is bogging itself down in frozen-in-time anachronisms he drops a mickey into your martini. Moon is a Harsh Mistress is one such.
Suddenly he’s taking a close look at political revolutions, at the institutions of marriage, at the relationships between men and women [and why they become what they become], why revolutions don’t work usually, and how to prevent them from becoming what revolutions invariably become. He throws in a quickie about how you can always, always come out ahead betting the horses. And an imaginary penal colony on the moon, several generations later when the prisoners are only a tiny percentage of a population composed mainly of the descendants of prisoners.
A society where males outnumber females 10 to 1, where the earth is on the brink of starvation and depends heavily on the labors of the Luna population for wheat production, crops catapulted to the earth surface to land in the Indian Ocean. Depleting inevitably the water-ice reservoirs on the moon with no attempt to replace, even pay for the labors of folks who physically will never be able to ‘return’ to earth.
This was a great read in 1966, the first time I read it. 2013 I read it again, and aside from pickypickypicky details, it’s still a great read.
Sheeze, catapults on the moon hurling rocks down the gravity well turning out the equivalents of H-bomb explosions after the earth governments dig in their heels and bomb moon colonies as an alternative to replacing the water required to grow the wheat. A computer gone intelligent. Marriages lasting 150 years through dozens of multiple-husbands and wives, always being replaced when one dies.
I’d rank it one hell of a lot better than Stranger in a Strange Land.
Posted in 1960's, 2013, Book Reviews, Books, Government, Human Behavior, Police, Politics
Tagged book review, Book reviews, Human Behavior, Life 2, occupy wall street, politics, science
“A theory,” Robert Frost observed, “If you hold it hard enough and and long enough gets listed as a creed.” “And people build castles on it,” observes Old Jules.
A September report from CERN giving results of neutrino experiments might rattle some expensive real estate underneath castles so solid we don’t even think of them as ‘theory’. Neutrino bunches, they found, were moving at speeds higher than light speed. 60 billionths of a second faster than light doesn’t sound like much, but it was enough to raise a lot of naysaying and protests the results couldn’t be valid.
The experiments were repeated, this time taking into account the factors that might account for result errors. Now those results are out. Those Communist neutrino SOBs are STILL going faster than light speed.
Lousy news for all manner of certainties of physics stacked precariously atop old Albert’s theory that became a creed. But nobody cares about neutrinos anyway and how fast they go. The smart approach would be to just ignore it and not let it foul the nests of everyone working on all manner of important other theories they figured on becoming creeds.
But if you can’t trust a neutrino, who can you trust? What other Communists and anarchists are skulking and going faster than light and not getting caught at it because it would violate the speed limit and nobody was playing cop?
The world of people who call themselves scientists because they’ve read and memorized what people getting their hands dirty put forward as theory and adopted it as a creed to say back and forth to one another doesn’t like to be banged around this way. Yanking the rug out of things they memorized creates all manner of conversational difficulties. Now when they say something they memorized there’s a chance someone who memorized something different will say that back. Instead of two people reassuring one another how mutually smart they are, how well they both understand everything, you get this pack of mooshy uncertainties and blank looks.
All because of something so small nobody can see it anyway.
Who cares how fast a neutrino goes, anyway? It doesn’t exceed light speed because 10,000 grant applications are based on premises relying on light speed being the speed limit.
Everyone hates cops and snitches.
Posted in 2011, Human Behavior
Tagged country life, culture, Education, environment, Events, History, Human Behavior, humor, Life, lifestyle, misc, miscellaneous, Nature, occupy, occupy wall street, random, science, society, technology, wisdom
She was the mayor
Chief of the cops
And sometimes ran
The sewer plant
Owned the bar
The grocery store
Although the berg was small
It always seemed larger
When the yes-men
Those yes-men she served
Those little people
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Tagged culture, economy, home, Human Behavior, humor, Life, miscellaneous, musings, occupy, occupy wall street, other, OWS, personal, poems, poetry, politics, random, Reflections, Relationships, thoughts, wisdom
As you can easily see, something’s going on across the surface of Old Sol. Astrophysicists are not agreed on the issue of whether this represents further expansion of Chinese manufactured goods, or the spread of the Occupy Wall Street movement.
MAGNIFICENT SUNSPOT: One of the largest sunspots in years is rotating over the sun’s northeastern limb. NASA’s Solar Dynamics Observatory took this picture of AR1339 during the early hours of Nov. 3rd:
Measuring some 40,000 km wide and at least twice that in length, the sprawling sunspot group is an easy target for backyard solar telescopes. Two or three of the sunspot’s dark cores are wider than Earth itself.
Naturally, such a large sunspot has potential for strong flares. NOAA forecasters estimate a 50% chance of M-class solar flares during the next 24 hours. One such eruption has already occured: An M4-flare at 2200 UT on Nov. 2nd produced a bright flash of extreme UV radiation (SDO movie) and hurled a coronal mass ejection (CME) into space. The CME is not heading our way. Future CMEs could have greater effect as AR1339 turns toward Earth in the days ahead. http://spaceweather.com/
The Chinese are split on the issue, one side claiming it’s another accomplishment of their space program, the other inscrutably denying its lousy steel products manufactured to help Sol hold himself together, but the steel-quality insufficient to do that job any better than it does any other.
Meanwhile, the Occupy movements in Europe and the US have announced the entire phenomenon is the result of an awakening awareness of the injustices inherent in the ways Old Sol maintains those bands of magnetic fields.
I’m personally leaning in the direction it’s something to do with something else I haven’t figured out yet.
Meanwhile, nearer home, glaciologists are puzzled over the huge crack discovered in one of Antarctica’s glaciers.
Although the glacier is rumored to have been reinforced by Chinese steel there’s no unanimity as to whether the usual inferiority of the product is responsible. Some believe the rift is being caused by the growing economic disparity within the Antarctic ice fields and infiltration by Communists undermining the traditional values required to hold Antarctica together. Wall Street hired hands have rushed to assert the crack will destroy Antarctica if the one percent who caused the crack are held accountable.
I personally haven’t yet arrived at an opinion.
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I’m not just any old dumb-ass. I’m a dumb-ass with a lot of hats, cats and a few chickens. But I’m also a dumb-ass who’s lived long enough to recognize tripwires and the sound of impending silence tromping around in the nether regions.
I’m a dumb-ass with a pair of ears I can hear with and eyes I can see with.
What I see and hear are the forces of ‘the other side’ are dragging out the heavy artillery and the Magnificent Seven. The propagandist litany of dirty sexual organs, dirty clothes, dirty underwear and dirty Communism is already coming through the loudspeakers of surround-sound.
You’re being demonized, but they’re also planting pamphlets they claim are circulating among you about what circumstances it’s okay to kill cops. Claiming your promiscuity’s worse than that of a politician or vice cop. Claiming you’re getting your funding from any organization they think anyone hates.
These tactics have always worked for them in the past. They’re not too different from those used by the USSR against Polish Solidarity to keep it down almost a decade. They’re not, for that matter, too different from those used once in Germany to acclimatize the population to some reason behind a segment of the population vanishing.
Meanwhile it’s going to get cold nights and those who have somewhere warm to go are going to find all manner of important reasons to go there.
Generally it makes better PR to go voluntarily than to be driven out by having been discredited so badly as to seem a justifiable target for physical abuse. And it’s better to go voluntarily than just to fade from something that can be labelled ‘lack of support’, or ‘lack of interest’.
I’ve never quite been dumb-ass enough to think this OWS business is likely to bring about any positive change, but I have been dumb-ass enough to hope it doesn’t get steamrollered. Enough to allow a microscopic hope that what’s being done could get the attention of some piece of the power structure enough to get them thinking.
But now the clock is running. There’s more than a hint that both political parties have realized allowing all these folks to quietly sink back into the population when a national election’s looming on the horizon might be worse then having them out where they can be discredited and infiltrated by provocateurs, inflamed and accused.
I’m a dumb-ass who thinks the smart ones are filling up the address books with email addresses and phone numbers, packing their dirty sex, dirty underwear, and dirty Communism as carry-on luggage for a trip below the horizon, off the radar.
But I’m not dumb-ass enough to think anyone’s going to do it.
Posted in 2011, Adventure, Music, Politics
Tagged country life, current events, Events, History, home, Human Behavior, Life, lifestyle, misc, music, musings, occupy, occupy wall street, other, OWS, personal, politics, thoughts, wisdom
Left to right: Left, Democrats. Middle center, banks, multi-nationals, defense contractors. Bottom middle, US public. Right, Republicans, Tea Party.
Posted in 2011, Politics
Tagged art, culture, democrats, economics, economy, Events, History, home, Human Behavior, humor, Life, lifestyle, misc, miscellaneous, musings, occupy, occupy wall street, other, OWS, personal, politics, random, Reflections, republicans, thoughts, wisdom