Ten Twenty

Posted in GSU photo archive, Undogegorized by chamblee54 on October 20, 2017








In truck driver shorthand, ten nineteen means “do I have any more stops?” The dispatcher either gives you somewhere to go, or says ten twenty four, meaning return to the base. Today is October 19, and it is time to ask the dispatcher where to go next.

There is a poem in production. There is a a troubled sticker picture, needing yet another design change. The trending topics are US soldiers killed in an undeclared war, and saying #metoo to indicate the experience of sexual harassment. It is unlikely that the troops will be called home, or that Donald Trump will grow up. The harassment thing will continue, with perps being more careful
in the future. As in all trending subjects, hypocrisy abounds.

This daily diary (diarette? diarheasses?) may be sporadically updated. The picture project… which needs a working title … is starting to show signs of activity. That is how these things work. You keep making changes until you get the results you like. Talent is knowing when to quit making changes.

The internet keeps changing. Killed by police, the new chamblee54 ongoing project, just posted three more incidents. After a while, we will check them out. Now, with “can of worms” showing signs of approval, giving me consent to work more, that should be the focus.

It is now ten twenty. In trucker shorthand, ten twenty means “whats your location?” Even with all the devices available to us, we often don’t know where we are. The picture is a can of worms. It is sort of ready to move forward. This best thing to do might be to let it rest for a day or so.

This seems to be going nowhere, or maybe we should put a space in nowhere and say it is now here. Here is a twitter battle from yesterday. For the record, it was during the Obama administration that US troops were sent to Niger.

@ShannonSharpe COS Kelly, you said somethings should be sacred. What’s the difference in you did and what Congresswoman Wilson did?
@chamblee54.@RepWilson outed a private conversation
With the family’s consent, so maybe you need to attack this family instead of the Congresswoman!
@chamblee54 I am not sure the family consented Also, .@RepWilson could have been the cooler head, and not put the spotlight on a grieving widow
@EmoNegro1They consented when 1) they put the call on speakerphone 2) the family has confirmed Trump was an ass on the phone.
@chamblee54 so @RepWilson has no responsibility in this? she should have known that her big mouth was going to put the spotlight on the family
@EmoNegro1 TRUMP put the spotlight on the family by announcing he called the family! Trump is a roach, Wilson just shined the light on him!
@chamblee54 when did Trump announce the call? Wilson brought matter more publicity than it needed the last thing a grieving war widow needs is this
@EmoNegro1 The last thing a grieving war widow needs is a jackass shrugging at her husband’s death & using it to bash the previous president!
two wrongs don’t make a right… @repwilson could have declined to answer questions about the call
@EmoNegro1 Cuz if Trump hadn’t been LAZY lounging on the golf course & then blaming Obama when he got caught, none of this would be happening!

Pictures from “The Special Collections and Archives, Georgia State University Library”. ~ selah






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The Church Sign

Posted in Library of Congress, Religion, Undogegorized by chamblee54 on October 19, 2017





Religion is very personal. When you have a miserable experience with Jesus, it will not go away because of glib expressions of someone else’s beliefs. When you put a sign by the road, you don’t know who is going to see it. You don’t know how they are going to be feeling.

I was driving to dinner one night, when I drove by Briarcliff United Methodist Church. This facility is on a busy road. They have a sign in front, with a message that changes from time to time. This night, I was in a bad mood. I was thinking about people who have humiliated me for Jesus. The sign in front of BUMC said “When was the last time you prayed?”

The concept of prayer is collateral damage in my struggle with Jesus. As I became alienated from Jesus, the idea of a person talking to G-d seems selfish and self aggrandizing. There is something about having an angry bully for Jesus snarling “I’m going to pray for you brother” that makes the concept of prayer repulsive. Prayer should not be a weapon in an argument.

There is another thing to consider here. Pushy Jesus worshipers assume that they have the right to grill you about a sensitive personal issue. The idea of saying this to passing motorists is incredibly disrespectful. It is none of your business if I pray.

I looked up BUMC on the internet when I got home. They have a modern website. The top tab on the menu said “Prayer Requests.” This is probably for people who are facing a crisis, and want someone to pray for them. Maybe you can leave a prayer non-request. Ask them to respect discomfort with their religion, and don’t put offensive messages by the roadside.

Further down on the website is an email address ( While not expecting a miracle, I decided to send them an email. Here is the text of that message.

You have a message board in front of your church. The message when I went by was “When was the last time you prayed?” I was offended by this message.

I have had a tough time with religion. I have been humiliated many, many times because of Jesus. I have heard about your scheme for life after death thousands of times, and simply do not agree with it. An intrusive roadway sign is not going to change my mind.

My belief is that my opinions about G-d, the bible, Jesus, and life after death, are none of your business. If I trust you enough to discuss these matters, then we can have a discussion. Having a rude sign by the road side is not going to enable me to trust you.

Even though it is none of your business, I am going to answer your question. Even though I was talking to G-d, and not to you, I am going to repeat what I said. “G-d please help these people to have respect for their neighbor, and take that awful sign down”.






It had been a week since PG drove past the church sign at Briarcliff United Methodist Church. The church sent a thoughtful email, in response to the complaining message. The traffic on Briarcliff Road was just as rude as ever. PG took a look when he drove past the church. The new message this week: “In what missions did U last serve?

Maybe they didn’t have a YO to spare. Maybe they are trying to appeal to the text message crowd. Maybe the comment was directed at nearby Mercer University. Maybe a Synagogue borrowed an OY.

When the Jesus worship church talks about missions, they usually mean an effort to convert people to their brand of religion. This is a part of Christianism that many find tasteless. This product promotion frequently turns into a violation of the third commandment… the injunction against improper use of a sacred name. When you create ill will, you are speaking in vain.

When PG got home, he decided to create a meme poem. He also did not feel moved to write fresh text. A decision was made to use already created material, out of the public domain. A search of the book of Psalms located a short chapter, with a number that is popular at this blog. Hence, the current presentation of Psalm 54.

While this effort was in production, PG thought about the mission he was on. The idea was to rescue this text from the improper way in which it is used. It should be a source of beauty, not a weapon to bludgeon people into agreement. Psalm 54 is a poem, written by a human being, not a message from G-d. When you make a G-d out of a book, you do no favor to either the G-d, or the book.

In the end, the effort had mixed results. The text has an air of vengeance. G-d was supposed to get even with your enemies. The idea that your enemies might be the children of G-d is forgotten.

Pictures are from The Library of Congress. These are Union soldiers from the War Between the States. They served on a tough mission. This is a double repost.

Killed By Police Last Week

Posted in Library of Congress, Undogegorized by chamblee54 on October 15, 2017

This is the start of a feature at chamblee54. The idea is to look at the police killings on a daily basis, and report once a week. The source used will be Killed By Police. This is a spreadsheet, with links given to media coverage. Pictures today are by The Library of Congress.

October 8 – October 14 saw fifteen citizens killed by police in the United States. Thirteen of the victims were, apparently, men, while two were women. Four of the victims were white, three were black, and in the other cases, the race could not be determined. In five cases (932 934 936 938 944) the victim showed a weapon to the police officer. In three cases (937 942 943) the victim fired at the police. Three cases might be labeled as suspicious.

Suspected DUI Driver Fatally Shot by Police in Torrance After Pursuit “A person described as a reckless driver who was suspected of being under the influence was fatally shot by police after a pursuit in Torrance early Saturday. The incident was reported about 2:10 a.m., when Torrance police officers tried to stop a suspected DUI driver along Pacific Coast Highway and Hawthorne Boulevard, authorities said in a news release. Police attempted a PIT maneuver on the driver, but eventually opened fire in the 2900 block of Sepulveda Boulevard, according to the news release.”

Yuba deputies involved in fatal shooting of person barricaded in Olivehurst attic “The incident started early Friday after Yuba County deputies responded to a call of a residential burglary … Once deputies arrived, they found signs of forced entry at the home’s garage and could hear someone in the attic … They attempted to talk the person down from the attic until about 7:30 a.m., when deputies then decided to deploy a canine to help take the suspect into custody. A minute later, they announced that shots had been fired at the home.”

Shots fired at man after he tried to hit van driven by Biloxi officer, police say “Around 7:53, we got a shoplifting call from the Home Depot and the suspect fled the store,” Biloxi Police Major Chris De Back said. He said the suspect was a 61-year-old man driving a maroon Dodge Ram pickup, and officers tried to pull him over for a traffic stop but the man fled. “He was stopped again and there was an altercation and officers attempted to use a stun gun on him and he escaped again and shots were fired. The man tried to hit an unmarked gray van driven by a police officer who happened to be in the area. The officer heard the pursuit over his radio and was trying to assist … The truck came to rest in the parking lot of Popp’s Ferry Sales and Service. It appeared to have crashed into a forklift.”

The video of the week is from a Miami Beach incident, Witnesses: Woman shot by Miami Beach police after she slammed her car into a cop. “Police Chief Daniel Oates said the incident started at about 6:15 p.m., when a woman driving a black BMW westbound on 12th Street hit a Mercedes with two men inside at Collins Avenue after running a red light. An officer who was nearby on foot because he was part of additional patrols for the weekend tried to get her to stop, but she accelerated and hit him, throwing him off his feet, Oates said. Another officer then opened fire. The driver lost control and then struck a parked white SUV on the east corner of 12th Street and Washington Avenue. Oates said “one or more rounds” hit the woman, who later died at Jackson Memorial Hospital. … The officer who was struck suffered lacerations to the body and loss of consciousness, according to Miami Beach Fire. He was in stable condition and alert late Sunday,”

Woman dies after being tased by deputies is the case of the week. The Arkansas incident was reported by the New York Post. “Regina Twist, 36, of Hot Springs, died early Sunday after attending a Saturday evening barbecue at a friend’s house near Springfield, 40 miles northwest of Little Rock. The woman visited regularly for weekend gatherings and had never shown similar behavior, according to the grandmother of the cookout’s host, who lives on the same property. “Everything was fine, then about 3 o’clock in the morning she got up and went into the bathroom,” Nancy Hannum said. “When she came out, she was like a mad woman.”

According to Conway County officials, the woman broke windows at the host’s home, prompting him to call for deputies. Once outside, she began tearing up the inside of her own car. “She was fighting everyone,” Hannum said. “She would say, ‘Call the cops,’ and we’d tell her, ‘These are the cops.’” Hannum said deputies spent 30-45 minutes trying to talk her out of her car before she pulled out some type of knife. “That’s when he tased her,” Hannum said. “That didn’t affect her at all, then they got her with the Mace.” Deputies grabbed the woman by her arms after she dropped the knife outside her car, then handcuffed her, according to Hannum. Once she fell quiet, the deputies realized something was wrong and attempted to resuscitate her, Hannum said. … Sheriff Mike Smith would not speculate on whether alcohol or some other substance made the woman act irrationally. Twist was pronounced dead at a Morrilton hospital and her body was sent to the state Crime Lab for an autopsy. State police said Monday that toxicology tests can take weeks.” Funeral arrangements for Regina Kay Twist, July 13, 1981 – October 8, 2017, were by Gross Funeral Home, Hot Springs, AR.

Four Way Rules

Posted in GSU photo archive, Undogegorized by chamblee54 on October 14, 2017






This is a double repost . These two features have been repeated before , with text added. Whether the text adds value is a judgement question. For today’s entertainment, the added value text will be included. Historic pictures today are from“The Special Collections and Archives, Georgia State University Library”. This was written like David Foster Wallace

Two features, posted two times each, is four. These two features are about rules for living, that come in groups of four. There is a symmetry about four. Four Beatles, Four seasons, four corners, four elements. This number is a homonym partner with for and fore.

When PG was a kid, his grandmother lived in a side apartment, in a house on Virginia Avenue. The owner of the house was Mrs. Stuckey. (PG never learned her “real” name, and assumed that checks were made out to Mrs.) There was a framed piece of paper in Mrs. Stuckey’s hall. The top said “The Four-Way Test of the things we think, say or do” , and featured the logo of the Rotary Club. The four rules were simple, on the surface.
Is it the TRUTH?//Is it FAIR to all Concerned?//Will it build GOODWILL and BETTER FRIENDSHIPS?//Will it be BENEFICIAL to all concerned?
The four way test was written by Herbert J. Taylor. In 1932, Mr.Taylor took over the bankrupt Club Aluminum Company of Chicago. Trying to revive the company during the depression, Mr. Taylor wrote a code of ethics, that would be the basis for the company’s actions.

Many said that the four way test was not practical for the business world. The balancing of integrity and ambition can be daunting. It was said that
“This emphasis on truth, fairness and consideration provide a moral diet so rich that it gives some people “ethical indigestion.”
PG maintains that fair is a baseball hit between first and third base. Sometimes, the umpire makes the wrong call. In the “real world”, the different points of view in a dispute make rendering a fair judgment a difficult task, if not an impossible one.

There is a story about the revival of Club Aluminum.
” One day, the sales manager announced a possible order for 50,000 utensils. Sales were low and the company was still struggling at the bankruptcy level. The senior managers certainly needed and wanted that sale, but there was a hitch. The sales manager learned that the potential customer intended to sell the products at cut-rate prices. “That wouldn’t be fair to our regular dealers who have been advertising and promoting our product consistently,” he said. In one of the toughest decisions the company made that year, the order was turned down. There was no question this transaction would have made a mockery out of The Four-Way Test the company professed to live by.”
How did the sales manager learn of the intentions of this buyer? Was he tipped off by one of the “regular customers” who feared competition? Was this “regular customer” lying? Many inspirational stories leave out crucial details.

As it turns out, Club Aluminum did sell enough product to emerge from bankruptcy.
“By 1937, Club Aluminum’s indebtedness was paid off and during the next 15 years, the firm distributed more than $1 million in dividends to its stockholders. Its net worth climbed to more than $2 million.”
Club Aluminum cookware was cast, not spun. It is heavy, and is a prized collectors item today. As for the Club Aluminum company
” Standard International Corporation bought it in 1968. Regalware made and marketed Club Aluminum for a while, but went out of business in the mid-1980s. The brand name was eventually obtained by the Mirro Company.”
This is a repost. Philosophy and rules for living is always a crowd pleaser. Whether or not you practice what you preach is beside the point.

There is a story above. A company, facing bankruptcy, turned down a huge order because of concerns about how the product would be resold. Today, this seems quaint. Today, the moral thing to do would be to take the order, keep your factory busy, and not worry how it was going to be resold. While some pretend that moral rules are unchanging, the truth is that they do change with the times.

This reminds PG of a story from his days as a blueprinter. With ammonia developed prints, every print is fed by hand, and you have the option to adjust the speed of the machine. Slower prints mean less background, which to some is a higher quality print. (This is not an issue with digital printing. Some change is indeed progress.)

The company PG worked for was affiliated with a small, family run company in a neighboring city. This company was run by an old fashioned lady, who insisted on adjusting every print to get the perfect background. This was different from the company PG worked for, which ran large jobs for the big city market. To his customers, quality meant getting an acceptable print, DELIVERED ON TIME. Who had the higher standards? Maybe that is a question for the customer to judge.






These thoughts are for you to use. They were articulated by a man named Don Miguel Ruiz. They are called the Four Agreements. . HT to activecitizen54..

PG does not claim to live up to these ideals. Number two is especially tough for him. The main thing is to try, and to always do your best. This is not about what you believe or think, it is about what you do.

agreement 1–Be impeccable with your word – Speak with integrity. Say only what you mean. Avoid using the word to speak against yourself or to gossip about others. Use the power of your word in the direction of truth and love.

agreement 2–Don’t take anything personally – Nothing others do is because of you. What others say and do is a projection of their own reality, their own dream. When you are immune to the opinions and actions of others, you won’t be the victim of needless suffering.

agreement 3–Don’t make assumptions – Find the courage to ask questions and to express what you really want. Communicate with others as clearly as you can to avoid misunderstandings, sadness and drama. With just this one agreement, you can completely transform your life.

agreement 4–Always do your best – Your best is going to change from moment to moment; it will be different when you are healthy as opposed to sick. Under any circumstance, simply do your best, and you will avoid self-judgment, self-abuse and regret.






Pauline Kael, Gina James, And James Broughton

Posted in History, Library of Congress, The English Language, Undogegorized by chamblee54 on October 12, 2017









Pauline Kael was the rockstar film critic. James Broughton was the radical faerie poet laureate. They were lovers, and had a daughter, Gina James. Pauline and James were not married, contrary to what some naysayers would tell you. This is a repost.

Much of the information in this feature is taken from online reviews of Pauline Kael: A Life in the Dark, a 2012 biography written by Brian Kellow. Gina James, also known as Gina Broughton, was not interviewed for the book. Neither did she participate in the making of Big Joy, a movie about James Broughton. (A wig store, Gina Beauty Supply is located at 25 W Broughton St, Savannah, GA 31401.)

Pauline Kael was born June 19, 1919, Petaluma, CA, died September 3, 2001, Great Barrington, MA, and stood 4 feet 9 inches tall. James Broughton was born November 10, 1913, Modesto, CA, and died May 17, 1999, Port Townsend, WA. Neither one had a middle name. Both used their birth name throughout life. Both had lives, before meeting in the late forties.

When she met James Broughton, Miss Kael was living what would later be called the bohemian life. After moving to New York, and being dumped for composer Samuel Barber, Miss Kael moved back to California. “Returning to the Bay Area with her tail between her legs in 1945, Pauline became involved with the incredibly effeminate avant-garde filmmaker James Broughton. He managed to impregnate Pauline but threw her out as soon as she told him, whereupon she moved to Santa Barbara to give birth to her daughter, Gina, in 1948″

“Like her early career, Kael’s personal life was also fraught with failures. Kellow says “she had a habit of falling for gay men” earlier in her life because “they tended to share her passions and enthusiasms.” She had a daughter … with one of them, experimental filmmaker James Broughton.”

“For a time, during the 1940s, he lived with future film critic Pauline Kael. She encouraged his filmmaking endeavors but their relationship ended after she got pregnant. … Pauline Kael thought that Broughton made the biggest mistake of his life when he turned down a studio film after winning the prize at Cannes.” (Apparently Mr. Broughton was from a wealthy family, and could afford this attitude. Regarding his movie The Bed, Mr. Broughton said “It was the only film I created that ever made any money.”)

“Which brings us to the strange tale of Pauline’s only child, Gina James. … In 1948, at age 29, Kael got pregnant after she “talked her way into moving in” with James Broughton, a bisexual poet living in Sausalito. By Kellow’s account, Broughton was furious at the news of Kael’s pregnancy; he felt trapped and tricked by her. One of Broughton’s friends reported that he kicked Kael out of his house. She moved to Santa Barbara to have the baby. The birth certificate listed the father as “Lionel James, a writer”. It is one of the disappointments of the book that Kellow shines little light on Kael’s passion — or whatever it was — for Broughton, on how she processed that cruel rejection and on whether Broughton ever recognized Gina as his daughter.”

James Broughton moved on with his life. He made experimental films, got married, and fathered two more children. At some point he met Joel Singer, and began the romance that would last the rest of his life. It is tough to say whether he was genuinely bisexual, or whether he was playing the role society expected of him.

This review of Big Joy continues: “But interviews with Singer, waxing poetic about his years with the artist, are balanced by reminiscences from Broughton’s ex-wife and his abandoned son. Rather than only celebrating silliness, I found it admirable that the directors didn’t gloss over the pain he caused his wife and children. After all, when you think about it, he spent all of his life unable to decide if he was gay or straight; leaving a lot of broken hearts in his wake.

We learn from Kael that he flirted with everyone he met. “He rode off into the sunset with some guy,” his wife, Suzanna Hart tells us. “That was very sad for me, but not for him, which was…very irritating.” In her segments, Hart keeps her emotions in check but you can clearly read the sadness and anger in her face. The son doesn’t have much good to say about his absent father and the two daughters (the first by Kael and the second by Hart) both refused to be interviewed for the film. Singer has a lot to say about their blissful decades together, but he also comes off a bit heartless when he shows no guilt over breaking up what he calls Broughton’s “loveless” marriage.”

The baby daddy leaves, and the struggling writer becomes a single mom. “… Kael’s relationship with her actual daughter was something out of a Tennessee Williams play, and not in a good way. Kael home-schooled Gina and, as the girl grew up, kept her close, as a typist, projectionist, driver and right-hand man, and she banished any friend who actively encouraged the young woman to break out on her own. Though she was in many ways a loving and committed mother, helping to raise Gina’s son and always living nearby, one senses a Gothic selfishness in her mothering.”

Gina James declined to talk with Kellow for his book, but the author says Kael and her daughter had a sort of symbiotic relationship. “Pauline did not type, Pauline did not drive — Gina performed both those functions for her. And Gina was a very good critic of Pauline. She got to see Pauline’s copy before anyone else did and she often had very, very important and influential things to say. But Pauline really wasn’t wild about the idea of Gina breaking away and having her own life apart from her, and she didn’t do anything really to encourage her in that direction as far as I can see.”

Amazon one star comment: And her poor daughter – what a fate – TYPING all that. Poor Gina, — I can see her – Kellow described sitting silently in some coffee shop while her mother raved on and ON with her pet directors.

An affair with the experimental filmmaker James Broughton produced a child, Gina, whom Kael raised by herself, Mildred Pierce–like, heroically supporting them with a number of odd jobs, including running a laundry. Gina’s heart condition required expensive surgery, and Kael ended up enticing Edward Landberg, the owner of a local art-house theater, Berkeley Cinema Guild. They had begun as co-programmers. As Landberg tells it: “One day, when I was over at her place, I happened to graze her breast with my hand, and she kind of looked up and said, ‘What have you got to lose?’” Their marriage proved a fiasco, but Landberg agreed to pay for Gina’s operation, which Kellow suspects had been Kael’s motive all along…. Kellow shows more independence in assessing Kael’s treatment of her daughter Gina, whose ambitions to become a dancer or a painter she did little to encourage, preferring to keep her on “a silver cord . . . she had also grown accustomed to the steady, dependable role that Gina played—as secretary, driver, reader, sounding board—and she was loath to give her up.” Gina, for her part, was mistrustful of the dynamic she witnessed between Kael and her acolytes.“

“The closest and longest-lasting partnership of her life was with her daughter, Gina James … James considered speaking to Kellow, but finally declined, leaving a blank space at the center of this otherwise vividly detailed biography. Gina lived with her mother till she was over 30, typed up her reviews after Pauline stayed up all night writing them in longhand, and gave up both college and a shot at a dance career to serve as her mother’s caretaker, companion, and driver….

Kellow cites the text of the breathtakingly passive-aggressive eulogy that Gina delivered at her mother’s funeral in 2001: “My mother had tremendous empathy and compassion, though how to comfort, soothe or console was a mystery that eluded her … . Pauline’s greatest weakness, her failure as a person, became her great strength, her liberation as a writer and critic . … she turned her lack of self-awareness into a triumph.”

One more chapter remains. “Gina lived with Kael well into her thirties … That she married and had a child, Will, seemed to catch Kael by surprise, though she ended up adoring her only grandchild, someone with whom she could watch action movies with.

Kael died in 2001, when Will was about 19. Unfortunately, and Kellow made no mention of this in his book whatsoever, there’s a horrible postscript, one that may well have been the reason for why Gina declined to be interviewed for the book. On October 6, 2007, Will, then 25, went hiking in the East Mountain State Forest in the Berkshires. He was an avid hiker, not to mention a devoted martial artist. He had a girlfriend. He never came back. Gina reported him missing, but his body wasn’t found for more than week, on October 15. … “authorities found camping equipment nearby and while cause of death has not been determined, foul play is not suspected.”

Pictures today are from The Library of Congress. UPDATE These two comments were made to the original post. Anonymous said, on June 16, 2017 at 9:18 pm Your piece on Kael and Broughton is rife with misinformation and judgements galore and unbelievably badly written. Get a life and stop spreading falsehoods. And next time you put your fingers to a keyboard do your due diligence! James’ son was NOT ABANDONED! He lived happily with the two of us after the divorce. You fail to recognize that James’ ex-wife was a classic fag hag who had been married to another gay man before her relationship with James. She had been in psychotherapy for years before they got together and for many years after they split up. James certainly did not spend the rest of his life uncertain about his sexuality. Read his autobiography COMING UNBUTTONED and you’ll discover how misinformed your take on him is. You have done a great disservice to your readers by publishing such homophobic nonsense. Joel Singer ~ Sterling Wilson said, on August 19, 2017 at 1:40 pm Curious about this autobiography, I found the following from a Publishers Weekly review “Broughton forsakes introspection for literary gossip and name-dropping: Kenneth Rexroth, Pauline Kael, Dylan Thomas, Anais Nin. The birth of a daughter is dispensed with in two sentences. Broughton’s insistence on making himself the center of attention increasingly intrudes.”









Are You An A$$hole?

Posted in GSU photo archive, The Internet, Undogegorized by chamblee54 on October 10, 2017

A facebook friend recently displayed the results of an online test, Are you an asshole? When PG clicked on the link, he was told to sign in with facebook. Going to a clickbait site, and being told to drag in the zuckersphere, is more trouble than it is worth. Fortunately, google has the answer to “are you an asshole?” The fact that google is a corporate sphincter should be disregarded. Today we will look at the page one results. Pictures for this contemptible waste of your time are from “The Special Collections and Archives, Georgia State University Library”.

How Much Of An Asshole Are You? gets the top spot. Buzzfeed paid for it. This is a typical online quiz. The multiple choice answers never quite seem to fit, so you choose one to get the results you want. “You got: NOT AN ASSHOLE AT ALL!”

Are You An Asshole?, also from Buzzfeed, asks “Have you ever…? There is a list of 22 items. “You checked 4 out of 22 on this list! Don’t worry. You’re a good person. There’s a chance you’ve been a little manipulative or dishonest, but for the most part, it was probably unintentional. The world could use more people like you.”

Are You A Certified Asshole? is a bit of self promotion by Bob Sutton, aka @work_matters. Self promoter is a synonym for asshole. “Are You A Certified Asshole? Find Out With the Asshole Rating Self-Exam (ARSE) A 24-Question Self-Exam by Bob Sutton. Click here to buy the classic “The No Asshole Rule.”” The questions deal with the workplace. “4 to 5 “True”: You don’t sound like a certified asshole, unless you are fooling yourself.”

How Much Of An Asshole Are You? is the facebook tainted thingie at the start of this post. What Kind Of A**hole Are You? has little value. There are more multiple choice questions that have no good answer. At the end, you have to click on an unknowable link, if you want the results. 8 Telltale Signs You’re An Asshole is a further descent into clickbait hell. There are eight items, many of which never occur to anyone over twenty five. Number eight is the catch all: “You don’t think you’re an asshole.”

ARE YOU AN ASSHOLE? is a devolution of the multiple choice concept. “IN YOU’RE SPARE TIME YOU…? HANG OUT WITH BUDS, CUT YOURSELF, PLOT ASSASSINATIONS, EAT SMALL CHILDREN, KILL STUFF.” When you get to question 5 / 9, you see this: “WHAT KIND OF MUSIC DO YOU LISTEN TO? This question is under review, please proceed ahead.” When you try to move ahead, you are told “Please select an option.” The Belorussian hackers have work to do.

ASSHOLE Quiz is another import from ProProfs. “Your walking down the street and you see a man on the ground and his head is blown off. What would ya do? Ask him if he is O.K., Fain, Call the cops.” After you answer the question, you are told if you gave the correct answer.

Are you an asshole? and The Asshole Test are the last two results on page one. Both are useless. “You’re a good person. You’ll help your friend if he needs you, you’ll buy him a beer if he forgot his purse, and you won’t blame your girlfriend for listening Justin Bieber just because you don’t like this stupid ass faggot. People love you.” There is nothing like validation.


Posted in Undogegorized by chamblee54 on October 9, 2017

sun 1008 It is now sunday, october 8, 2017. Heston and PG left zaanaadoo yesterday. The original plan had been to leave on monday. However, reports of six inches of rain sunday night made that prospect unappealing. Today is a rainy sunday, full of laundry and unpacking. After yesterday… take down the camp, hike to the parking meadow, drive home… there is not much energy.

It was a splendid gathering. In 2015 it rained every day, while this year it was warm and glorious… until it was not. The people were great. The food and activities were great. The goats kept to themselves, and did not cause any problems. The report that follows is not comprehensive. What the internet does not know will not hurt her.

sat 0930 The first day gets off to a good start. Heston is ready at 8am. The journey proceeds smoothly, and zaanaadoo is reached before lunch. PG even gets a ride back from the parking meadow, a healthy hike over two steep ridges. After setting up camp, PG is beat. He makes it to dinner, but goes to sleep soon after. This is the first time, in a year, that PG has been away from a C-PAP machine.

Someone has a box of free books. PG finds Babycakes, from the Tales of the City series. He reads a few pages, and recognizes fresh meat. A TOTC book you have not read is a wonderful thing to find. This one star reviewer should be ignored. I hated reading it MakeupVixenon July 30, 2015 Required text at foothill college. I hated reading it. It wasn’t interesting at all. This should not be a required text for college, it was a waste. Nice bathroom break read but not for learning in school.

sun 1001 PG helped build a stone staircase in 1989. Since then, PG has devoted time to trimming weeds around the staircase. A resident now oversees the area, and PG consulted with her before proceeding. The area was in good shape, and did not need much work to look better.

Sunday morning saw the first morning circle of the gathering. Someone began by talking about the concept of eagar. PG noted that eager anagrams as e-rage, a popular pastime in modern life.

The heart circle has been described as “a faerie technology that is a cross between a Quaker meeting, a room temperature sweat lodge, and the collective experience of cruising on Christopher Street in 1972.” A talisman is passed around the circle. The person holding the talisman speaks, and the others listen. One innovation this time around was using simple, found, objects as the talisman. Many circles use feather encrusted instruments, often bought at a souvenir shop. The talismans this week included a tambourine, a rock, and the burned out aluminum shell of a small candle.

A couple of times a day, PG takes compost out of the kitchen. A collection of five gallon buckets contain food scraps. Somebody needs to take these buckets to the compost pile, and empty them. Unless you have a fork lift handy, it is best to empty these buckets before they are totally full. Taking out compost is a good job for people who want to help out, but don’t want to make a time commitment. If you have sexual fantasies involving the compost pile, you should keep these thoughts to yourself. Even if you speaking to the John Waters look-a-like.

mon 1002 Today starts with that moment when a long winded friend is talking, and a pot of coffee … which will not last long … appears on the table. Breakfast at zaanaadoo is magic. Leftovers are combined in creative and delicious ways. PG used the phrase dog’s breakfast one morning, and his breakfast companion had never heard of such a thing. Fido should be so lucky.

The circle had a theme of serendipity, with PG calling for synchronicity. The circle was preceded by a yoohoo. This is a device for calling people to an event. It is shouted with high, high notes, and dragged out ewww sounds. This is how you alert the stragglers, scattered about the land. PG has never been fond of yoohoos, preferring to silently slack off, while others yodel the yoohoo. On this day, there were only two other voices, and every one was important. PG threw his head back, and a glorious falsetto yoooohoooo left his form. Was this growth, or regression? PG had the sense of crossing a boundary, into a lavender lagoon. (The spell check suggestion for yoohoo is boohoo.)

Meals at zaanaadoo are made by volunteers. PG made the mistake of standing idly on the front porch, when the call is made for kitchen volunteers. PG winds up shredding carrots for a salad, which is more work than you might think.

Dinner is fabulous, of course, and later there is drumming by the fire. PG gets into a chat, and hears some details about a shooting in Las Vegas. Zaanaadoo is off the grid, and PG is on a media fast. It was wonderful to spend a sunday without wondering who stood up for the national anthem. The outrage factory of our culture will have to feed itself.

tue 1003 This turns out to be the best day of the gathering for PG, and the one he will talk about least. Dinner was delayed, and PG fought boredom by washing dishes. These lazy days, full of time to kill with wonderful people, are a gift.

wed 1004 This was another uneventful day. At 5pm, there was a writing circle. 5 men were present, and everyone read something. 2 were porn writers. PG read a few poems. Someone read selections from Peace Pilgrim: Her Life and Work in Her Own Words.

The last man had poems about a recent breakup. He introduced one by saying it was in the voice of a wise old black woman. The word “mammy” was used, and someone objected. The poem was read. To PG … used to the rhythyms of the south, where the white people sound much like the black people … there was nothing wrong with the poem. A wise old lady is a wise old lady.

thur 1005 One of the chores at zaanaadoo is the parking attendant. You stay on top of the driveway, and tell people to be sure to move their vehicle to the parking meadow. The rest of the time you hang out with whoever is there. You will hear some good gossip.

Atlanta peeps were producing thursday night dinner. After parking duty was over, PG stumbled into the kitchen. When PG has good instructions, and adequate supervision, he can avoid causing culinary damage. This night, the contribution consisted of shredding kale for a salad, mixing the salad, and spreading cheese over casseroles. Before long, PG was getting in the way, and left.

fri 1006 PG starts to write his notes, and realizes that 66 years ago his parents were married. PG quotes two cliches at the morning circle … two wrongs don’t make a right, if you can’t say anything good don’t say anything at all. These things too shall pass away.

PG had a chair, and would try to find level ground to read, and take notes. The carefree atmosphere would vanish when the parade of goats would pass through the yurt yard. PG was attacked by a goat in 2012, and does not enjoy the four hooved company.

At some point, rumors began to spread about 6 inches of rain falling sunday night. The weather had been so wonderful, you knew payback was coming. PG and Heston had been planning to leave on monday. The incoming rain party was something to miss. Departure was moved up to saturday.

The know talent show was friday night. This is always a high point of the gathering. This year, it was in front of the barn, with no microphone. PG’s loud voice came in handy. The 4 poems he read are posted below. These poems have been previously published, in graphic form: sausage jockey, wonder weasel. sonnet number two, such bugs and goblins, strumpet derriere,

sat 1007 The gathering is over. Take down the tent, move the gear to the barn, hike over to the parking meadow, collect your rider, and load the vehicle. Going up the driveway, gravel spun under the wheels for a heart stopping half second. The ride home was totally uneventful. The trip was 476 miles, door, to parking meadow, to door. In the 400 miles of interstate travel, PG did not have to slow down for traffic one time. That has never happened before, and will never happen again. Blessed be.

brothers of the fudge big boy combo play ~ microwave popcorn hot dog engineer
bowling in the basement hershey highway ~ liquor in the front poker in the rear
intestinal tourist private first class ~ backdoor barbeque michelangelo
anal chainsaw massacre backstage pass ~ vegan hotpocket curly larry moe
hunker down brown town panorama ~ sausage jockey creeper peeper
sliding all the way to lower alabama ~ stick it in stick it in deeper deeper
dance the chocolate chacha elton john ~ driving on on on auf der autobahn

shake hands with a salami cluster bomb ~ its got a beat you can dance to it
whitewash the fence with huck and tom ~ spray whipped cream on a banana split
trigger therapeutic trouser snake ~ satin head serpent of carnal knowledge
tenderize lumberjack happy tube steak ~ put mr. kleenex’s kids through college
pull your own baloney pony weight ~ put relish on your hot dog spaghetti
play tag with your pink torpedo mate ~ wax one-eyed wonder weasel chevy
plug in semen extraction toaster ~ calibrate satanic surge protector
ram the ham secret sauce roaster ~ tip off the crazy hand jive inspector

bake brownies blow mud build a log cabin ~ bust a grumpie burn a mule blow ordure
code brown crap factory get happy win ~ lubrication defecation manure
discharge doo doo craptastic driver ball ~ drop kids off bomber pool hot honkey night
wolf bait trout duke it out go down the hall ~ dump trump wailin’ palin burger delight
deep fried twinkie luther burger breakfast ~ regurgitation free the turtle fast
expel shy hamster dumper diver lunch ~ grease the bowl grow a tail corpulent crunch
fly fecal matter effluent sinner ~ give birth to future state trooper dinner

thou errant doghearted measle squid ~ gorbellied whoreson haggard booby hatch
you should be women yet your beards forbid ~ tottering obscene greasy tallow-catch
hence, horrible villain I’ll spurn thine eyes ~ like balls before me I’ll unhair thy head
poisonous bunch-back’d toadstool surprise ~ brine smarting in lingering pickle dead
thou clay-brained guts knotty-pated fool ~ cockered ill-breeding beef witted tool
thine horrid image doth unfix my hair ~ per bootless mongrel strumpet derrière
your virginity breeds mites much like a cheese ~ as tedious as tired old whore strip tease
thou dankish unchin-snouted malcontent ~ spleeny dog hearted onion-eyed pignut
bawdy flap-mouthed giggler testament ~ frothy beetle-headed gudgeon mac butt
thy hugger bugger kiss is comfortless ~ as frozen water to a hungry snake
wayward canker-blossom pox-mark putress ~ thou mangled sheep-biting bladder forsake
i scorn you, scurvy companion buttock ~ misbegotten folly-fallen rut sock
fawning dizzy eyed porcine maggot-pie ~ roguish earth-vexing bugbear lullaby
rascally, cheating, poor lack-linen mate ~ away you moldy old rogue ruminate

I’m Christian, Butt I’m Not

Posted in Library of Congress, Religion, Undogegorized by chamblee54 on October 2, 2017










PG does not keep up with viral videos. He depends on warm-and-fuzzies like Matt Walsh and Mollie Ziegler Hemingway for periodic outrage alerts. The latest target of the screed stoppers is from Buzzfeed Yellow, I’m Christian, But I’m Not. The latest report from YouTube shows 765,694 views. Viral is not as hot as it used to be. This is a repost.

The video shows some well scrubbed younguns. They say things like “I’m Christian but I’m not close-minded … but I am not judgmental … but I don’t place myself on a pedestal.” (Thank you Mollie Ziegler Hemingway for the transcript.)

The next part is the answer to the question “What are you?” The high point of this is where the girl says “I do believe in monogamy before sex but I will give you sex advice if you need it.” The last part is answers to “What do you want people to know about Christianity?” “We shouldn’t be judged on just the people that you see in the media, or just the people that you’ve met in everyday life. every Christian is different, and we deserve a chance to explain ourselves.”

Well, no you don’t. PG has had a horrendous experience with Jesus. The “bad Christians” are often the loudest, and make the deepest impressions. The “bad Christians” are usually supported by the “good Christians.” The sorry behavior is somehow excused by the ideology. After all, Jesus died for your sins, we are going to heaven, and you are going to hell. And we deserve a chance to shove that rhetoric in your face one more time.

If you type in “I’m Christian but I’m not” to Google, and it’s wholly owned subsidiary YouTube, you will see the critics loud and clear. Many have pointed out that ICBIN does not say the name “Jesus.” Others say that Christians are supposed to be hated. The YouTube comments are bizarre, as usual.

Pictures today are from The Library of Congress.









Dick Nixon TV Critic

Posted in History, Library of Congress, Undogegorized by chamblee54 on September 30, 2017

The text below is a conversation between Mr. Nixon, John D. Ehrlichman, and H. R. Haldeman. The tape was made May 13, 1971. This is a repost. Pictures are from The Library of Congress.

NIXON: … CBS … glorifying homosexuality.

EHRLICHMAN: A panel show?

H. R. HALDEMAN: No, it’s a regular show. It’s on every week. It’s usually just done in the guy’s home. It’s usually just that guy, who’s a hard hat.

NIXON: That’s right; he’s a hard hat.

EHRLICHMAN: He always looks like a slob.

NIXON: Looks like Jackie Gleason.

HALDEMAN: He has this hippie son-in-law, and usually the general trend is to downgrade him and upgrade the son-in-law–make the square hard hat out to be bad. But a few weeks ago, they had one in which the guy, the son-in-law, wrote a letter to you, President Nixon, to raise hell about something. And the guy said, “You will not write that letter from my home!” Then said, “I’m going to write President Nixon,” took off all those sloppy clothes, shaved, and went to his desk and got ready to write his letter to President Nixon. And apparently it was a good episode.

EHRLICHMAN: What’s it called?

NIXON: “Archie’s Guys.” Archie is sitting here with his hippie son-in-law, married to the screwball daughter. The son-in-law apparently goes both ways. This guy. He’s obviously queer–wears an ascot–but not offensively so. Very clever. Uses nice language. Shows pictures of his parents. And so Arch goes down to the bar. Sees his best friend, who used to play professional football. Virile, strong, this and that. Then the fairy comes into the bar. I don’t mind the homosexuality. I understand it. Nevertheless, goddamn, I don’t think you glorify it on public television, homosexuality, even more than you glorify whores. We all know we have weaknesses. But, goddammit, what do you think that does to kids? You know what happened to the Greeks! Homosexuality destroyed them. Sure, Aristotle was a homo. We all know that. So was Socrates.

EHRLICHMAN: But he never had the influence television had.

NIXON: You know what happened to the Romans? The last six Roman emperors were fags. Neither in a public way. You know what happened to the popes? They were layin’ the nuns; that’s been goin’ on for years, centuries. But the Catholic Church went to hell three or four centuries ago. It was homosexual, and it had to be cleaned out. That’s what’s happened to Britain. It happened earlier to France. Let’s look at the strong societies. The Russians. Goddamn, they root ’em out. They don’t let ’em around at all. I don’t know what they do with them. Look at this country. You think the Russians allow dope? Homosexuality, dope, immorality, are the enemies of strong societies. That’s why the Communists and left-wingers are clinging to one another. They’re trying to destroy us. I know Moynihan will disagree with this, and Mitchell will. But, goddamn, we have to stand up to this.

EHRLICHMAN: It’s fatal liberality.


EHRLICHMAN: It’s fatal liberality. And with its use on television, it has such leverage.

NIXON: You know what’s happened [in northern California]?

EHRLICHMAN: San Francisco has just gone clear over.

NIXON: But it’s not just the ratty part of town. The upper class in San Francisco is that way. The Bohemian Grove, which I attend from time to time–it is the most faggy goddamned thing you could ever imagine, with that San Francisco crowd. I can’t shake hands with anybody from San Francisco. … Decorators. They got to do something. But we don’t have to glorify it. You know one of the reasons fashions have made women look so terrible is because the designers hate women. Designers taking it out on the women. Now they’re trying to get some more sexy things coming on again.

EHRLICHMAN: Hot pants.

NIXON: Jesus Christ.

Am I A Racist?

Posted in Library of Congress, Race, The Internet, Undogegorized by chamblee54 on September 29, 2017







@Nero, the fun loving offspring of Mr. Trump, put up a tweet today. It was a silhouette image, with messed up hair. The text below read “You’re racist because you like other races a little too much. You might be suffering …” One commenter said “@Shallchair @Nero Holy shit this quiz is even worse than average. Almost every question is nonsense. Then again, I don’t do a lot of shitty quizzes.”

PG decided to Google am i a racist quiz. If you are interested in the results, read on. If you want to skip over the text, and look at the pictures (from The Library of Congress.), then PG will be hurt and offended. The pictures are from the the Galveston Bathing Review, 1926. This is a repost.

“Are You A Racist?,” by Quibblo, is apparently the test that @Nero took. “This test is to gauge whether or not you have racist tendencies. Answer truthfully, remember this is private so only you will know your results. There are varying degrees of racism and you should know exactly where you stand.” The Quibblo test is 10 multiple choice questions, like this one: “Out of this list, who do you admire the most ? David Duke, Nelson Mandela, Eminem, My mom or dad, George Bush, Jesus, Buddha, or the prophet Mohammed.” The result for PG: Not Really Racist “You don’t care about race. A person is a person and you judge people based on the individual. You have friends of all kinds of races, but you’ll probably marry your own race. You’re not averse to any particular race though. Suggestion: Live and Let Live Similar Personalities: Sammy Davis Jr., Bill Clinton, Bruce Lee”

“The How Racist Are You Test” is from helloquizzy. “yea it’s finally here. were gonna test you and see just how racist you really are” This is a series of yes/no questions. Some of the statements: “Have you ever met a person of a different race? Is there a certain race you don’t like? Do you think black people naturally have bigger d*icks?, Do you think white people can’t dance?” When PG tried to get the results, the page froze.

“Are You Racist? Quiz” is by ProProfs. “Have you ever thought about the act of racism? Do you ever wonder if you are a racist? This quiz will make you think about this topic more in depth and hopefully you will realize something new about your self that never occurred to you before you took this quiz. The main thing to remember while completing this quiz, is to be as honest as possible!” There are 10 multiple choice questions here. “What is your first reaction when seeing a Caucasian women with an African American child? “Awe he/she is so cute!” “Good for them.” “That child is probably adopted.” “I wonder if the father is in their life.” “She is so trashy!”. When you reach the end, and ask for results, nothing happens. The popup says, “We like you a lot, you can also like us.”

“The Racist Test” is from AllTheTests. “Are you racist? Are you tolerant of those of a different race? Take this test to find out!” This is 10 multiple choice questions. “Are you proud of your race? Oh yes! I am so proud of my race. Not really. Being proud of your race is idiotic. No, I am ashamed! ” The results here were unusual. “For 50 % you are: You are not racist. You believe people are equal. 40 % you are: You are racist, you hate mixed raced people and some races. For 10 % you are: You’re a very racist individual. You hate people who are not of your race and who are mixed raced.”

“How racist are you?” is from GotoQuiz. “Racism is judging someone by their ethnicity, something that is truly wrong and unwanted. Unsurprisingly, most people are against racists. However, there are a few who aren’t… But…are YOU racist? Did it ever cross your mind? Even once? If it did, then take this quiz and see just how racist you really are…you just might be surprised.” There are 13 multiple choice questions. “Do you wear pointy white hats? Yeah all the time, Yes, Sometimes, Rarely, No, NEVER! THAT’S RACIST” This quiz gave, possibly, the most accurate result. “You are 18% Racist… You’re a little bit racist. It’s human nature to be somewhat stereotypic, so for the most part you’re fine. But you could be less racist…. Thanks for taking the quiz. Hopefully you scored low and are not racist. But if you scored high…I strongly suggest you change your ways, because racism is wrong.”

At this point, it should be apparent that these tests are not to be taken seriously. They are flashy clickbait. Most of the answers are the least bad result, rather than the most right. The issues of systemic oppression in law enforcement, jobs, education, and housing are ignored in favor of talk about “pointy white hats.” Race relations are a serious matter, and they are not well served by superficial jibber jabber. The problem is, the overall “dialog” on race in America is just as trashy as these tests. Making insulting jokes about white sheets only goes so far.

Implicit association test is an attempt to be serious. This purportedly scientific test shows a slide show, and the viewer answers questions with the keyboard. Chamblee54 has taken the Implicit Association Test before, and was not impressed.

“The are you a racist Test” is from nerdtests. “this is a test just for fun to se if it is really as you say “what im not a racist” well i say prove it” There are 10 multiple choice questions. “what do you think of fat people- they are cute, why not, piggie piggie piggie, i think they came from uranus or something, they should be drenched wiht their own fat” “do you think of yourself as a rasist- Yes, No, maybe? The results: “For: not a racist 52% scored higher, and 47% scored lower. The average Raw Score is: 60.6, your’s was: 34.” If you understand that, you might be a nerd.

How To Tell If You’re A Racist. A Test. is from, a well meaning website. It is not an internet quiz, but a think piece. It has a list of statements, like “You don’t know or care what WoC stands for.” “You hide behind the etymology of the word “thug”.” “You remind people slavery is over.” “You bring up Oprah Winfrey in any discussion about the struggle of the black community.” Your score is based on how many of the statements apply to you. If you agree with 5 or more: “Yes. You are a racist. Learn more. Talk less.”

How racist are you? is from pollplace. “This is to see if your really racist or could care less who is black,white Mexican or green.” There are 6 multiple choice questions. “In the NBA there is about 75% more blacks than any other race.What do you feel about that. – Say I don’t know why blacks can’t play any better than whites etc. no way. Say that’s the way it should be blacks are way better. It doesn’t bother you,you are a fan of the NBA regardless. I have love for all NBA players,white,black,etc. Whatever it is,it’s fine with me.” The result: “How racist are you? You are another Martin Luther King Jr. You love everybody for who they are,I’m sure that someone of another race than yours asked for your last dollar you would give it to them.Well would you.”

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Paul Krassner

Posted in GSU photo archive, Undogegorized by chamblee54 on September 28, 2017








Paul Krassner is alive at eighty five. He survives Lenny Bruce, Abbie Hoffman, Groucho Marx, and Lyndon Johnson. His magazine, The The Realist, is now available as an online archive.

PG was recently looking for background noise to compliment his photomongering. Somewhere along the way, he found episodes of WTF podcast to be available on Youtube. He made a list of shows he wanted to see, including Paul Krassner. When Mr. Google was recruited to find the show, other things floated to the surface. This is how Mr. Google operates.

An onion is more than an internet namesake. It lends a lively flavor, both cooked and raw. The onion consists of many layers of thin skin. These can be peeled off, as you get deeper and deeper into the root. A thin skinned root that gives you bad breath…. an aromatic symbol for the sixties.

When you go looking for WTF/Krassner, you are directed to issue 74 of The Realist. The feature story is the missing segments of a John Kennedy biography. On page 18, Jackie Kennedy saw more of Lyndon Johnson than she needed to see.

“That man was crouching over the corpse, no longer chuckling but breathing hard and moving his body rhythmically. … And then I realized – there is only one way to say this – he was literally fucking my husband in the throat. In the bullet wound in front of the throat. He reached a climax, and dismounted. I froze. The next thing I remember, he was being sworn in as the new President.”

Page two of issue 74 is the letters to the editor. The featured scribe is John L. Timmons, Secretary, Mattachine Society of N.Y. He wrote “Letter From A Homosexual,” in response to a cartoon page in issue 69, fag battalion. Using KY to lubricate a rifle is not a good idea.

At the time, America was fighting a war in Vietnam. Young men were given the choice of go in the army, or go to prison. It was ugly. There was a group, “The committee to fight the exclusion of homosexuals from the armed forces.”

The Mattachine Society was neutral. Some members supported the war, and some were opposed. It distracted from the overall agenda to take sides in other disputes. The editors at The Realist agreed. “… homosexuals who don’t want to be drafted will no longer be able to exploit their deviation rather than face the consequences of conscientious objection.”

When issue 74 was published, Walt Disney was still alive. This may account for the action on page 12. Maybe Uncle Walt did not want his animated actors to be drafted for active duty. The activities on page 12 might not be sufficient to have the players excused from active duty, however. By this stage of the war, the local draft boards were not accepting excuses.

Getting back to Paul Krassner… he founded the YIPPIES with Abbie Hoffman, took LSD with Groucho Marx, and published a satiric magazine without advertising. Only the last part can be confirmed. After the description of Lyndon Johnson’s post mortem dentistry, who knows what is real, and what is fake. Pictures today are from “The Special Collections and Archives, Georgia State University Library”. The opinions expressed in this repost are in no way, shape, or form connected to that fine institution.









Killed By Police Yesterday

Posted in Library of Congress, Undogegorized by chamblee54 on September 27, 2017

The latest twist in the police killing story involves football players kneeling during the national anthem. Some say they are protesting police brutality and racism, while others say they are attention whores. It has been two days since kneelgate went down. How has this affected officer involved shootings? Lets take a look at the last two days. Pictures are from The Library of Congress.

Killed By Police shows six incidents on 0925 and 0926. (One incident took place 0923, but is listed by KBP on 0925.) All six, apparently, were men. The race was not specifed in four cases, with one white man, and one black man in the other two cases. Suicide by police is mentioned in two cases. All six killings appear to be justified, pending further investigation. Links to all these incidents are provided. The reader is encouraged to read more, and to draw their own conclusions.

COOLIN ID has the shortest story today. “State police said deputies were attempting to serve a felony arrest warrant on a male subject at approximately 9 a.m. The male was armed and exhibited hostile behavior to the deputies, which prompted them to open fire, according to an ISP news release.”

Eugene OR is one of the suicide-by-police stories “The man … had ­entered a woman’s apartment … about 3:37 a.m., police said. The man, who was armed with a ­rifle, had taken the woman and a child hostage … The woman called 911 and told police that the man had threatened to kill her and her child, and had made statements that he wanted to be killed by police. (Police Chief Pete) Kerns said that it was not clear whether the man knew the woman.

By the time officers arrived, the man had been forced out of the woman’s apartment during a struggle with another adult ­in the apartment. Police believed he went to a relative’s apartment in the same complex, so officers checked there and saw him inside. Officers ordered him to come out with his hands up. The man allegedly came out with the ­rifle pointed at police, and two officers fired at him, police said. He was taken to a hospital, where he later died.”

“I opened the door, and he’s there all bloody,” said Gary Nielsen, the suspects uncle who lives in the complex. “He kept telling me to shut up.” Nielsen says he tried to find out why his nephew was there at 3:30 in the morning, why he was bloody, and why he had a rifle.

Police say they located the suspect in the apartment and asked him to come out with his hands up. Nielsen says he couldn’t talk or move, because his nephew had tried to create a barricade inside the apartment. “Hell, I couldn’t get to the door. There was so much stuff that he threw around – I’m just sick.” … Now all that’s left of the scene is Nielsen’s disheveled apartment, as family, neighbors and police try to make sense of what happened early on Tuesday morning. “I never thought he would do such a thing,” said Nielsen.”

Fairview TN saw a white man killed. “The man killed by authorities overnight in Williamson County has been identified by the Tennessee Bureau of Investigation as 50-year-old Jeffory Hughes.” There is another report, Man killed by Fairview police had criminal record.

“It all started when officers with the Fairview Police Department responded to a disturbance at a home on Hill Hughes Road around 1 a.m. Tuesday. Hughes reportedly came outside and confronted the officers armed with a gun. After repeated attempts to get him to drop the weapon, an officer used a taser on the suspect, but it didn’t work. That’s when Hughes allegedly drew his own weapon and the other officer opened fire. One neighbor reported hearing four shots at 1:19 a.m., WTVF reported.”

KBP lists another incident for 0925, even though it took place on 0923. The Ellis County OK death is the most suspicious of the 6 killings. “Oklahoma Highway Patrol confirmed an Ellis County Sheriff’s deputy was shot Saturday afternoon near Fargo, about 20 miles West of Woodward. Deputy Dave Thomas was shot in the leg and taken to a Woodward hospital but has since been treated and released. Oklahoma State Bureau of Investigation public information officer Jessica Brown said OSBI was called to investigate around 1 p.m. Authorities say the suspect barricaded himself in a home in the area. The standoff continued for hours into the evening. Tear gas was reportedly used in an attempt to evacuate the suspect out of his home, according to police and OHP radio chatter. At approximately 9:30 p.m., the house in which the suspect barricaded himself inside of became fully engulfed in flames. Authorities have not confirmed the cause of fire.” Did the authorities set the house on fire? While the use of force seems to be justified here, arson might not be the best way to do it.

Las Vegas NV saw a Monday morning killing. “A man who told 911 dispatchers Sunday night that he wanted to “blast it out” with police died early Monday when a Metropolitan Police Department officer shot him inside a hospital emergency room. The unidentified man was shot just after 4:10 a.m. at University Medical Center … events leading up to his death started at 10:40 p.m. Sunday. That’s when the man killed called 911, and told dispatchers he was armed and feeling suicidal.

When officers arrived just before 11 p.m. Sunday, … the man was found passed out on the ground. Arriving officers ran the man’s information through a police database and found he had an outstanding felony warrant out for his arrest. But the man was too intoxicated to pass the booking process at the Clark County Detention Center, and was taken to University Medical Center.

A corrections officer from the jail met the patrol officer and the man inside an emergency room at the hospital. When the two officers stepped out of the room to speak, the corrections officer left his bag inside the room with the suspect. “He arrived with a bag they commonly use when they come to the hospital to guard suspects.” The bag contained a Taser along with shackles and paperwork.

While alone in the room, the suspect armed himself with the corrections officer’s Taser. Shortly after, a nurse and a security guard entered the room. Almost immediately, the suspect pointed the Taser toward the security guard. When the guard and nurse ran out of the room, the patrol officer stepped back into the room. The suspect then shifted his focus to the officer. The patrol officer fired one round at the suspect. The suspect was pronounced dead at the medical center by a doctor.”

Palmetto FL saw a black man killed on Monday. “At about 1:30 a.m. Monday, police were called to the 1800 block of Fifth Avenue West after Robinson’s father called 911 to report that his son had just fired multiple shots outside his home. Within a couple minutes of the call, police officers spotted Robinson leaving the area and attempted to pull him over. When Robinson refused to stop, Tyler said, a pursuit ensued. Robinson lost control of his vehicle and crashed at the intersection of Bayshore Road and Eighth Avenue West. Robinson ran into the Memphis Cemetery, and when Uruchima and Peters followed him, an exchange of gunfire followed during which Robinson was shot. …. Robinson had … convictions for sale of cocaine, possession of a controlled substance and felony battery.”