Sunday, January 8, 2017

The End of Neoliberalism

Every man in America knows the scene.


This is the L.A. beach house which had been on stilts on the side of a cliff until Mel Gibson pulled it down in "Lethal Weapon 2."



To be a perfect metaphor for neoliberalism, it should have been Bill Clinton driving the truck with Hillary Clinton beside him and all covered with leaves; she was his frondescence, as it were.  Obama gave great speeches but never gave any indication he knew where he was going while Bill Clinton has been engineering this from the outset as a loyal drone of Ronald Reagan.  None of them ever tried to raise taxes on the rich since they instead became the rich or at least nouveau riche.


Putin has been repeatedly charged with undermining Clinton but we, the Democrats, demand credit since our abstention from support of Clinton damaged her far more than opinions from Russia Today.  RT was reporting news but we were on a Mission from God.

Ed:  the Great God Mescalito?

The very same

Ed:  stoners undermined Clinton?

Why wouldn't we when she never gave us anything to like.  She was just another Harry Anzinger from the early Forties, the same with Obama.


Likely there will be more watching of movies I have seen forty times since the election didn't get hacked but the Rockhouse did and there's hacking from one end of the place to the other.  I thought any kind of URI (i.e. Upper Respiratory Infection) would box me but so far it's doing what a cold does to anyone and just pisses me off.

The Army was terrified of URI as it would run through a barracks faster than a rumor one of the members of the platoon popped a woody in the showers.  When a bug goes airborne in a barracks, everyone is going to get it and apparently that wasn't uncommon.

The chance for infection is low since neither Yevette nor I ever see children and no-one carries more germs than those li'l crumbsnatchers.  It looks like the bug sneaked in here with the Texas Tallboy and Yevette caught it from him with me catching it from her.  She questions who really got it first but it doesn't make much difference now when I'm going through a roll of Kleenex (i.e. toilet paper) each day due to a damn runny nose.

You know how it goes with Don't Touch Anything bugs as you'll be ok keeping them out of your place with good handwashing, da de da, but, once they're in the place, you're screwed.  You can wash your hands all you like at that point but it probably won't help.  There's no need to explain anything since you know how it plays.


Playing has lapsed again but not due to any lack of enthusiasm.  My head currently feels like it has a hot air balloon inside.

Ed:  how's that different from normal?

Right, Moriarty.  Thanks for that observation.

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