Meet David Seth Bookman

SteelyDave is the handle…and pardon me for a moment while I wipe the tears from my eyes…/shakes angry fist at Laughter, an evil Goddess if there ever was one, but merciful and fun if quite possibly a bit tricksy, or in this new realm in which we have been so unmercifully transported, a bit Loki…I’ll just cut to the chase and give you all a head start on the giggles, before I Get to analyzing the train-wreck. Behold the magnificence:

Generally speaking I don’t necessarily like doing the “lookist” thing, as I can be guilty of looking like anything within the range of someone you might feel the need to hand change to or someone whose appearance might command a doorman to open the door at a posh NYC hotel. The former, most of the time, and the latter when I get tarted up for a rock show quite unlike the guy above. And by unlike; think Motown, James Jamerson.)

This mashup/subversion of Metal heads on meth/DoxxyBoxin’ Love-Chile, man bun wearing, avatar of Masculine Metro-sexuality, what seems the rage these days, among the kids, as it were, sends me often to my porch, broom in hand, looking to chase the kids off’n it…

So now that the Style council bit is out of the way, apologies, because this could and may well go on for days. I mean gaze upon the blue/grey eyes penetratingly, If one had but one more crush to give for a man-bun wearing/animal loving/unpretentious genius…In case you had not made the leap out of those dreamy eyes and were looking for a smart huggy bear, you might have missed this very important part of the profile, Which given its placement in the profile stats, right up there at the top, I could appreciate. So for posterity I’ll share them with you just in case you might somehow stumble away from the gaze so besotted in passionate ardor that you could have missed it: “David Brookman – NYC born & raised. Certified 173 IQ.”

David Brookman – NYC born & raised. Certified 173 IQ.

I just wanted to make sure that we did not miss that bit of intel…Damn! that’s high, that is thritty odd points north of what qualifies as genius, if memory serves, and well, that old hound dog ain’t what she used to be, at least for the time being, Oh and before I slide off track, let us please take note that it is Certified™!!!, Certified™!!! I did not know that that was a thing, but that it might have become one, and managed to escape my notice entirely, does not surprise me in this day and age. They must have slipped this shit into the bloodstream when the coddling kiddy universe intersected our own. NYC born and raised bit seems a bit sad really. But there are some suburban type neighborhoods in Brooklyn and Queens, and I have not been to Staten Island but it would surprise me if there was an over-abundence of the Negro afoot. When I can be bothered to do so I will start a file on this cat.

OK after various grocery based and bird-feeder cleaning annoyance related activities I remembered what we were on about:

And once again, I ask you to gaze into the limpid pools of slate gray sexy with a touch of robins egg blue, and ask yourself not only how quickly you would jump out of bed, grab the nearest turquiose neck charm-thingy on braided leather rope, or anything else at hand to signify your appreciation of his magnificence while making it first across the line ahead of all of your competitors in the hopes that he might bestow his magnanimity upon thee…And we know how this must end…Even the victor in this ‘race to be worthy, will understand, quickly, that he/she is not, and can not, ever match up to this prize, in any way, shape, or form. Ever! Now that I take one more jealous glance, I realize that my chin music (whiskers) are in need of a trim That it is Saturday, and that I will be ‘clatchin’ with one of my bitches (waves at the the loverly Beth H with a genuine smile, I might want to appear in fine form…

 

Have a lovely day, free of *that* if possible and filled with kittens, or with whatever you play!!!

 

Clinton or Trump. Who is the Real Narcissist? Seriously

Cruising around the ‘Trons as is my want on this fine day and I come across this image:

trumplandslide
Now, that right there is, well, an image, chart-like and such with numbers and those squigglies next to them which cipher percentage or some suchlike mathemagical Hoodoo Voodoo which almost invariably supports as truthful, whatever it is that the party who spent so. much. time. assembling the information in graphic form wanted to prove. So. Much. Time, look upon the labors to present these simple truths in a way that is easy to comprehend yet unimpeachable in its conclusion: By the Transitive Properties of Derp multiplied by the Fumunda constant(.075 moisture factor) that Hillary Clinton is a bigger Narcissist than the tiny fingered, marmot pated Don.

It would probably unfair to mention that there is no definition of what a “self mention” entails or how it might be aggregated, but then the intended audience might miss the intended point, or get confused and start looking for the paste jar…


To be honest, first, well second, actually, after laughing my ass into the next living room, it had not occurred to me that such a thorough scientific analysis of this “truth” would have been necessary, nor possibly reached this conclusion. But then again, I am not in the propaganda business, unless it is in the service of a gag. Fortunately, the genii on the conservative side of the aisle or should we refer to it as the black hole, where humor cannot escape tend to make our work easier than it should be. The first guy to sell “Own-Goaling” as a professional sporting event has a Professional Major league organization ready for exploitation.

 

Here Comes Money Boo Boo

Shortly after awaking this morning for good the title for this post appeared to me, and forced me upstairs to start looking for images to add to this post.

I have been looking for a number of them with Trump’s hair attempting to take flight and in other states of duress, only to come away with a renewed respect for the engineering that goes into the maintenance of that thing.

I also have a search window open for pictures of Honey Boo Boo looking for manipulation possibilities, but breakfast and coffee await, so this will have to be a place holding start for now. Good morning good people.

Here We Go, An old Comedy show routine about the financial collapse. So in this context, there appears to be no prior art.

“The Sorbonne, blah blah, an elegant process, not a demeaning process”,(A shot at the press) followed by an invitation extended to everyone in the room to put their hands down his pants, give a yank, explicating those hands to put one of his own “If you can Mitch, Go NUCLEAR” down there for the finish……

I never really forgot how bad the press is from a day to day matter of fact basis, but the race to be the finest ‘bottom’ in all the land, while decrying any democratic use of rules to….Lets just say that the “filibuster” is now being described as a nearly unprecedented, nearly illegal, oh and by the way, the republicans will win anyway so, lets all just move along.

This abrogation of responsibility, the race to catch the Dongle’s drippings, the prostration unto ceasar by the Whorth Estate (MSNBC, this morning anyway) Is astonishing to see…

Fuck

 

That logic appears sound to me

President Youppi has a new theory about drug prices.

Much like his stance on taxing foreign-made cars, Trump said that there will be a trade policy that will “prioritize that foreign countries pay their fair share for US manufactured drugs so our drug companies have greater financial resources to accelerate development of new cures.”

Reuters reported much the same:

Foreign countries must pay a fair share for drug development costs, he added. “We’re going to end global freeloading.”

Now, I’m no expert — but in what alternate universe does anyone seriously believe that even if Trump were able to force other countries to pay more for drugs, companies would then magically lower their prices in the US? Companies charge what they charge in the US because they can — improving operating margins in other countries isn’t going to have any impact on drug pricing in the US. But of course this is just another manifestation of The Amazing Donald: Foreigners are to blame for everything.

 

Some gags……….Lordy me…..

Not sure what to say about the following other than after I stopped laughing the first 25 times I saw it loop, I left to take care of some random business and after firing up the old laptop again I watched it another 15 times and it never stopped making me smile…Now a little background….Provider was a youth when the Sex Pistols became a thing, and shortly thereafter more of the other stuff rolled into my orbit. I had no shortage of friends who dressed like the guy stepping out of the brownstone, though none of them wore swastika’s,  the doc martins, suspenders, army shorts, black flag/dead Kennedy’s t-shirt, buzz-cuts, my skinhead pals dug the fashion statement, the music, and almost all of them enjoyed the sweet-leaf. None of my buddies were Nazi punks however.

Shared for your amusement!

Given that our new administration will be filled with these guys, I’ll take what I can get amusement-wise for the time being, or until the impeachment hearings begin.

 

Boom Goes the Cannons, Watch the Blood and the Shit Spray

The Revolution will be Memeified!
Like Indiana Jones, I cherish art and despise Nazis.
Image taken from this video by Rob F

Taylor Wofford, Quartz:
Philosopher Slavoj Žižek settles the “Is it OK to punch a Nazi?” question once and for all

Let’s be frank, this last year has been pure unmitigated hell and if we managed to survive it, dragging our limped and bruised bodies and frayed minds clinging to the raggedy edge this far then damnitt we’re fucking superheroes.

Even if all that’s propelling us forward is spite and a refusal to be taken out by a carny-handed mango man (h/t Liberal Redneck), then fuck it that’s enough.

Cause those of us on the raggedy edge, well, we’ve seen America at its worst. We saw our country look at two candidates, one who molested kids on stage, threatened numerous war crimes, quoted from Mein Kampf, and was in every way an unfit sociopath with a hard-on for nukes, and another one who had a uterus and went welp, I do hate me some girl cooties, let’s go for Putin’s hand-picked fascist stooge.

We saw people who saw our fleeting moments of joy being able to marry who we love, come out as our real selves, start to see ourselves being a part of the American dream and so despised our happiness that they are willing to burn this country down to get it.
Read the rest of this entry »

 

Stumbling into old friends

So I after finishing general maintenance due diligence related, program activities* I start the rest of my morning routine involving coffee and catching up on my reading, the scope of which has narrowed to a focus on the Libertine Avatar of American Exceptionalism™,our new President.

At this point the author, who has never really embraced the concept or AE™, would suggest that the result of the current selection proves that America was never exceptional, that any greatness was stole, accidental, or unwarranted in the first place. So after a cup of joe was made, it was time to catch up on the backlog and front-log of reading; of the what did I miss, and what terrors are awaiting their turn through the pipeline that will require immediate preparation for and attention to.

So I am catching up on some reading here and there and I come across a link to a piece at Bill Moyers dot com which catches my attention and my interest and after finishing it I figure that I might be of interest to some of the gang here, and given that the material is kind of in my wheelhouse, it might be worth a riff. But after finishing the bit I figure that the comments might be worth a glance. And as I am reading along, I recognize one of our own in the comments who has a perfectly relevant and understandable query?

We have all experienced this particular head-spinning WTF?-ROFL_Copter, many times, and it appears to always elicit this response in me, I may have taken to referring to it as a logic bomb, but that only gets at the edges of the thing I am afraid…But on to our friend…And my reply…

K • 3 hours ago
“Why is it that every conservative I meet thinks they personally invented the concept of work? You would think nobody ever put in a day’s work before they came along.”
• Reply•Share ›

K • 8 minutes ago
hold on, this is waiting to be approved by Moyers & Company.(of course it is…)

“Indeed, sir, I don’t think I have ever seen a liberal working, in the wild, that is. It occurs to me that one way to render this problem obsolete, would be to tag them, or make them wear shirts, or some other signifying token, so that those of us Hard working Americans, might catch a glimpse of them in the wild, but I fear, that the conservatives, hard working salt of the earth they be, may be right. Because in the absence of evidence all that remains is what feels…Right.

I’ll catch up with you back at the barn, and thanks for the inspiration.
Good to see you!”

More to follow, after second breakfast…

In general there might be a few of these distraction related, more to be followed activities, forgot what I was gonna get on about when the opportunity presents, and given the almost minutely additions of fuel to the conflagration, Holy Mother of Christ this is distracting, but as they say, If you have an abundance of time, make Haterade™.

So now on to discussing the wheels falling off of the ship of state in the next post, after reading Cerberus’ latest.

 

Daddy Drank: Tax + Mexico = Donald

White House Press Secretary and Roger Goodell’s evil twin, Sean Spicer, unleashed the crazy today:

President Donald Trump has decided he will seek to pay for the wall on the US’s southern border by imposing a 20% tax on imports from Mexico … the White House said Thursday.

Because taxing imports from Mexico clearly means Mexico is paying for it. Certainly not the companies doing the importing (like, say, Vandelay Industries):

“It clearly provides the funding and does so in a way that the American taxpayer is wholly respected,” Spicer said Thursday.

We’re not prone to quoting the Heritage Foundation quoting the Wall Street Journal on this blog, but what the hell:

“This is a China tire, it costs me $69 today,” says the owner of Cybert Tire & Car Care in New York City. “Before it cost $39.” A big part of that increase: The fat tariff the U.S. has placed on Chinese tires. “It all gets passed to the customer.”

The entire premise of the import tax/tariffs is so asinine, the only way to defend it is to run away:

Spicer dodged reporters’ questions about the impact of the border tax on American consumers, instead stressing the tax’s benefits for American workers.

I don’t know who will end up paying for “The Wall” but I know who is going to pay for the presidency of Youppi’s estranged uncle: everybody.

* Inspired by this.

 

Blue is the New Black

Is it me, or was that Kellyanne Conway looking unhappy standing in the background during Trump’s ABC interview? And was she wearing Melania’s inauguration day dress with shortened sleeves?

 

Who’s Pissing Me off too!!!

Provider is a bit chuffed now…One could say that he has been dealing remarkably well with recovery from death zone exploration related program activities and has been busting his ass in the hope of hitting the spring time in fit and trim. Now of course, dealing with That….then recovery….getting through the party in the hope of returning to a semblance of normal, being the goal etc.,ad infinitum … Things moving in positive direction health-wise, and the giving up smoking and drinking gets a big old fat finger, but well, I am dealing and can live with that in the rear view for the time being, however today, I retrieved my most important possession from storage,my bicycle,and near as I can tell the only thing it needs is air in the tires. Otherwise everything seems fit and trim, just like I remember it: I was after all a professional mechanic.

I was also once a successful bicycle racer, Winning a state championship, competing at nationals and being invited to try out for the National team. In fact I have never had a drivers license having never owned a car, but having always at least one properly fit bicycle running. It could easily be argued that if I not been so enamored of bicycles and used them so thoroughly for my adult transportation needs that I may not be around to pen this lament….Fuck. Did I mention that the old sled (a white mid 80’s Holdsworth Professional British Road bike; Reynolds 531 butted tubing, and fitted with a variety of high end kit, and hand-built wheels (yours truly).

Basically a fucking Rocket-sled that fits. If I were to design and build a custom frame for myself It would not vary in any particular detail from this particular frame, so I was very happy to dig it out of storage. Now of course there must be a shoe about to drop, because why the fuck not…

So I inform my sister of my happiness only to be told that because I am on blood thinners (of course) that riding will not be an option…because, you know, I might wreck. Yes, this is a possibility, but something that I rarely did when I was riding 1200 plus miles a month when I was racing, and something occurring with much less frequently when I was no longer racing. Anyway, this will have to be sorted out…

apologies for the lamentation, but after a rest, well get back to getting under a thin skinned, cheap suited monster’s skin, or add to the din…