Thursday, April 05, 2012

Just your average Satanists next door

Satanists have an image problem, no doubt of that. The name "Satan" to most people means sheer evil. An organization calling itself Church of Satan sounds like a mockery of Christian churches with names like Church of Christ. Well, of course it does, and that's a carefully groomed image.

When Anton Szandor LaVey (1930-1997) founded the Church of Satan in 1966 he was all out for publicity, and as far as the public was concerned he was evil incarnate. He advised Roman Polanski for Rosemary's Baby. That movie set the image for Satanists right up until the Manson family. After that it was the heavy metal rock era, when Satanists looked more costumed, like someone's idea of a Satanist rather than the genteel devil worshipers of Rosemary and Guy Woodhouse's building.

I never knew much about Satanists, just a vague notion gained from years of being peripherally exposed via media. I never got very upset about them, thinking them small in number and over-publicized. If I thought about Satanists vs Christians it was more broadly stereotyped, that if you confront a Satanist you have a warning. He wears what he is on the outside, but a religious Christian can be well camouflaged. You're never quite sure what is going on inside his mind.

I'm bringing this up because of an article I found about the Church of Satan in the March, 1970 issue of McCall's magazine. It was the Age of Aquarius; the occult was popular. Reporter Judith Rascoe, who went to LaVey's Victorian house in San Francisco and interviewed him for the magazine, came up with a look at the church, which had some of the trappings of the popular image, but was also, like most businesses, mundane in its day-to-day existence.


LaVey was an ex-carnival, ex-circus person, a musician and a hypnotist. He had the look. He was tall, he shaved his head when other men were growing their hair long. He had a carefully trimmed goatee. He wore all black. He looked like, you know, the devil.

When Rascoe went to visit she met LaVey's wife at the time, Diane, and his then seven year old daughter, Zeena. (Zeena, with her half-sister Karla, went on talk shows years later to quell notions popular at the time of the hysteria about Satanism, that Satanists bore babies just to sacrifice them, or kidnapped children for ritual abuse and sacrifice.) Zeena, talking to Rascoe, was backdropped by a glass case holding a human skeleton, on which sat a glass jar with something floating in a red liquid. Zeena talked about her lost baby tooth. (And it made me wonder, would the tooth fairy want to go in that house?)

"Doctor" Anton LaVey was forthcoming about his beliefs, but dispelled some notions about the people who comprised his Satan worshiping congregation. From the article:

Talking about his weekly column ["Letters From the Devil" in The National Insider] . . . he said, ‘I get confessions from people who feel that I'll pat them on the back or give them praise because of all the sinning they've done, so naturally ex-cons and people in prison write and say they're going to be out in three weeks, they want to join the church. They feel . . . that this is a clearinghouse for perverts, sex creeps, really losers, people that have been rejected by society. And it isn't. Because the true image of the Satanist, from the beginning of what by one name or another would be considered Satanism, is that of the Master, the Leader, the controller of societies, the image makers. All these people that have been winners have practiced intrinsically a Satanic concept of life.' As he puts it in [his book] The Satanic Bible: 'Positive thinking and positive action add up to results.’
Gee, Norman Vincent Peale channeled by Anton Szandor LaVey! Who would'a ever thunk it? But LaVey also mentioned that "magic works," because he practiced it all the time. Curses on your enemies are high on the list of things you can accomplish with Satanic magic. You've just got to have that positive mental attitude!

Over four decades after the McCall's article, there have been some murderers linked to Satanism (Richard Ramirez, the "Night Stalker," for example), the aforementioned Satanic ritual abuse hysteria during the eighties, and hundreds of movies, both bad and good, about Satanists, the devil, and evil.

The Satanic Mass was covered by Rascoe in her article. LaVey presided in full Satanic regalia, a naked girl was the altar, which in 1970 was considered hot stuff.


 But after the mass the church members mingled for a snack of coffee and devil's food cake (of course). Were those fingers with cake icing on them the same fingers that could, in some midnight demonic ritual at an altar in the dark woods, strangle or stab newborn babies? I don't know, but giving them the benefit of the doubt, I think even Satanists probably like babies, love their own children, have dogs and cats for pets, and hold down everyday jobs.

But as I said at the top, Satanists definitely have an image problem.

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Monday, April 02, 2012

Happy birthday, Leon and Emmylou

Leon Russell is 70 today.

From Shindig, 1964:





Emmylou Harris is 65 today.



Low-resolution video, great song:





Happy birthday to both!

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Sunday, April 01, 2012

Do you like boobs a lot? or, I missed National Cleavage Day

How did I miss National Cleavage Day last Friday, March 30? Sure, it's a faux holiday and I didn't have to send a greeting card, candy or flowers, but I'd think the date would be circled in red on my calendar. I missed the Cleavage Day Parade and festivities and outdoor barbecue. I'll just have to make sure I'm there all the earlier next year.

In honor of the missed National Cleavage Day, I have found some cleavage pics, to keep all of my fellow boob fans busy for a while.

Celebs have cleavage . . .






Girls in costumes have cleavage . . .





Santa's helpers have cleavage, too . . .


. . . Asian girls have cleavage.



Porn stars have cleavage, like Gianna Michaels, in the middle . . .


. . . and Sarah Palin lookalike, "Sierra Paylin."


Your girlfriends have cleavage.



Some people make funny posters of cleavage:




And some people are just plain crazy about cleavage!


In January, 1964, Life magazine announced that cleavage was in . . .



But for the rest of us cleavage has always been in, and will always be in. We're the people who like boobs a lot!



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No fool like an April fool

I came close to actually believing this ridiculous April Fools prank on today's Ripley's Believe It Or Not daily calendar.*


I think any holiday that allows practical jokes is one to be wary of. I was especially bothered by these sites.

http://aprilfoolsdayontheweb.com/

http://walyou.com/april-fools-pranks/

The WalYou.com site is especially dangerous, because it has annoying practical jokes you can play on other peoples' cellphones, digital cameras or work computers. Can you imagine how it would bug your fellow cubicle-dwellers to have their CAPS LOCK activated randomly? Or to fake them out with a phony Blue Screen of Death? These pranks make the old onion gum or squirting lapel flower seem benign by comparison.

If by chance you do work in an office and you were to try any of these pranks I couldn't stop you, could I? While I couldn't recommend you do any of these I would wash my hands of any complicity in guiding you to a website that provided these dirty tricks to you.

If you're curious about the true origin of this day this is probably as good (and concise) a place to start as any:

From Life123:
The History of April Fools' Day

By: Jennifer Maughan

Learn where this silly holiday originated with a brief history of April Fools' Day.

The idea of springtime practical joking and merriment has roots in ancient times. Many countries and cultures have long practiced some form of lighthearted celebration around the first of April. Practiced since 536 B.C., the prank tradition of Sizdah Bedar is still celebrated to mark the end of Persian new year festivities. The Jewish calendar marks Purim, a topsy-turvy carnival-like celebration with costumes and pranks. The ancient Romans marked March 25th by honoring the goddess Hilaria with a festival, filled with games and amusements. The Hindi calendar notes Holi, where one of the traditions is to paint friends and family with brightly colored pigment.

The origins of the April Fools' Day prank goes back to the late 1500s, when most of Europe changed from the Julian Calendar to the Gregorian Calendar. This calendar reform caused much confusion, and years passed before the new calendar system completely took hold. Someone who failed to note the switch was branded an April Fool, given that they were likely still celebrating the old new year holiday, held just after the time of the vernal equinox in late March. The new calendar moved the new year to January 1, but for years there was a small group of people who mistakenly celebrated on April 1. Of course, these traditionalists were made fun of; eventually jokes were played on them by sending them on fool's errands or tricking them into believing ridiculous things.
The idea of the All Fools' Day spread rapidly throughout Europe. In France, fools were called April fish, or "poisson d'avril," noting that it was just as easy to catch naïve young fish as it was to prank naïve people. Today's French children may tape a paper fish to the back of another and tease them until it is noticed. In Scotland, the gullible are the target of "Hunt the Gowk Day," where a "gowk" is a crazy or foolish person. Polish citizens avoid anything serious on that day and prepare various jokes and hoaxes. In the U.K, Australia, New Zealand and Zimbabwe, the April Fools' Day pranks and jokes must be done by noon on April 1, or the prankster will have bad luck.
*There are a couple more Ripley's that, while not dated April 1, sure have the smell of practical joke to them. Do a guinea pig's eyes really fall out if you hold him by his tail? Can you really swim as fast in maple syrup as you can in water...and more importantly, why would you want to?




Here's a real joke! Click on the cover.




Friday, March 30, 2012

Happy birthday John, Norah and Eric

John Astin is 82 today.



Norah Jones is 33 today.



Eric Clapton is 65 today.



Happy birthday to all!

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Thursday, March 29, 2012

Sixty years ago . . .

Cartoons copyright © 1952, 2012 The New Yorker

The new phone

Sally was sitting at her laptop auditioning ringtones for her new cellphone. "How do you like this?" she asked, as "Oh, Canada" blared from her speaker. Sally's father was Canadian. "Great," I said, "except you'd have to stand with your hand over your heart until it stopped ringing."

Sally called the cellphone company a week or so ago and complained about paying $80 a month for her phone and mine (since I rarely use it) for 400 "free" minutes a month. She told them we're retired and on a fixed income. Without missing a beat the girl on the other end gave her a new phone and a new monthly contract with the same minutes and a phone for me, now at a new rate of $50 a month. It pays to call and complain. Most companies would rather give you a discount than lose your business. I can't imagine Sally without her phone. It is with her constantly. She takes calls for her business and no matter where she is she wants to be accessible to our son who lives 2000 miles away.

The cartoon from a 1952 New Yorker is more typical of a time that is not gone so long, but long enough it seems quaint: girls hanging around the house waiting for the phone to ring. An invitation to the prom, or a friend calling with gossip about boys or their most hated female rivals. I don't think a teenage girl of today would even recognize such a situation. Cellphones have now been around longer than the teenagers.

A few weeks ago we needed a new landline phone, so I bought an AT&T base phone for the living room and a handset for the bedroom. The total set-up cost about $35.00. Sally and I have our home phone as part of our cable TV/Internet/telephone bundle, so when it rings a banner shows up on our TV screen with Caller ID. Nine out of ten calls are solicitors, and we don't answer. Sally asked, "Why do we need a landline anymore, anyway?" Frankly, I have no answer for her. We've had the same phone number since 1975, but that's no reason. Many people are giving up their landlines and going exclusively to cellphones. It's why the yearly ritual of getting a five-pound phone book on your porch is a thing of the past.

I started using a telephone about the time the New Yorker cartoon was published. If the phone rang you picked it up without knowing who was on the other end. You said, "Hello." Chances were good it was someone you knew.

It hasn't been all that many years, but some of us can still remember having to find a payphone to call home in an emergency or to ask a question of our spouse ("Do you want white bread or whole wheat, and 2% milk or skim?") The cell phone has changed that. I also knew an era was over when I saw the exact style of Western Electric/Bell telephone I used for twenty years in my house sitting on a shelf in an antique store.

"It hadn't yet been invented."

In 1952 it was a gag situation having a man blow leaves off his lawn.

Very few of my neighbors bother raking leaves. They just blow them into their neighbor's yard. The neighbor in turn blows them into someone else's yard. If they hire a Mexican yard crew they actually pick up the leaves, throw them onto a big pile in the back of a pick-up truck, and cover it with a tarp for its journey to the landfill. My dad used to burn our leaves, but back in 1960 or '61 a county ordinance was passed, and there was no more burning because of smog and air pollution. I have a leaf blower, but it broke after one season and rather than buy another I've gone back to the rake. I swear, one of these days I'll hire a crew of Mexicans and sit inside, drink iced tea and watch them through my front window. As it is now, before raking I swallow two Aleve to fend off backache.

Bristles no longer mean "bum."

The last cartoon is more of a fashion statement. A man with bristly whiskers is no longer a hobo or panhandler. Or even a guy who works in a cactus store. Things change, and sixty years from the 1952 date of this cartoon a guy with those bristles is now in style.

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Wednesday, March 28, 2012

Mitt Romney steps on his dick with both feet

A recent article in The New Yorker told us that Mitt Romney is an excellent businessman, but he's also a square.

Mitt Romney is a multi-millionaire who has no common touch. Good businessman? Sure, but I'll bet he never hobnobbed with any of his employees, or anyone below his own level in the organization. He does not know anything about "regular folks," only his rich cronies. His success has earned him a pass with his peers, who are probably used to him, and ignore his tortured speech.

I truly do not think Mitt Romney knows what he says until he says it. Then someone has to tell him he's done it again, committed a faux pas.

We're all just waiting for the latest self-humiliation from Mitt. We know he'll say something stupid because his mouth is moving.

Consider last night and today. On The Tonight Show with Jay Leno Romney gave his idea of a health care plan, that excludes anyone who has an illness and has not been on a health plan before that illness. He said, if a 45-year old man who has not had health coverage tries to get coverage because he's developed a heart condition well, then, tough. "We don't play those games," is how Romney put it.

Didn't the right-wingers go on and on about Obama's "death panels" in his Affordable Health Care Act (so-called "Obamacare")? In that plan patients would be able to sit down with a physician and realistically discuss end of life matters, which the pea-brains immediately took to mean that someone would be deciding whether your granny would live or die. (Typical obfuscation of facts, as has been typical of all Republican discussion on Obamacare, until no one, especially their base, knows what the hell the act is even about.) Now Romney is saying in effect, yes, his plan for health care will include death panels because no insurance company would have to cover a client with a pre-existing condition, if he hadn't already been covered. You know that a person in that situation will become a ward of the state; as his ability to pay decreases with sky high medical bills, he will go on state assistance, and we will pay for it. At least if he wants to get coverage he'd have to pay for it, wouldn't he?

But then, that's how ignorant Romney is. Smart in business--his own business, if not the healthcare business--an ignoramus in just about everything else. Especially when he opens his mouth and out come the words that hoist him on his own petard.

Today on a radio show Romney shared a "humorous incident" as he called it. When his dad, George, ran for the Republican nomination in '68, he had a problem. He had been head of American Motors (no longer in business). He had closed a plant in Michigan and moved it to Wisconsin, putting folks in Michigan out of work. So when they had a parade for George in Michigan, a band that was playing in the parade couldn't play the Michigan fight song, because they only knew "On Wisconsin," the Wisconsin fight song. Romney was really getting revved as he was telling this story. George Romney's handlers were trying to get the band to quit playing because--ha-ha!--they didn't want to remind Michigan voters--guffaw!--that he had closed a plant in their state! Wow! That's the kind of story that should have 'em rolling in the aisles.

When George Dubya Bush was President his staff had "cringe-worthy" moments, when their boss made some public gaffe. ROMNEY DOES THIS ALMOST EVERY DAY! His staff must be crippled by now from apoplexy. Story after story, statement after statement from Romney's own mouth lets us all know he's not one of us, will never be one of us, does not know how to talk to us, and is a flaming idiot. You really want a guy like Mitt Romney with the heads of state of the world, telling them his funny stories?

Romney is developing quite a list of dumb things he's said. His wife's two Cadillacs, "I'll bet you $10,000," "We should let the auto companies declare bankruptcy," saying he knows the owners of sports teams. Those are the ones I can think of offhand. He says so many stupid things I can't keep up with them.

My old first sergeant, who minced no words, called these personal mistakes "stepping on your dick." It seems that Romney can't go too many steps before tripping over that member.

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Sunday, March 25, 2012

Gun crazy

I've had a bad cold all week, so I've spent more time than usual on the couch, listlessly watching TV. I haven't been able to get away from the Trayvon Martin story. It's a parent's worst nightmare. A son goes out one night on an innocent errand and they get an early morning call that he's been killed.

A dangerous, self-appointed neighborhood watch guy, George Zimmerman, who was armed, shot and killed the 15-year-old. 911 tapes showed clearly he was pursuing the boy, who was unarmed except for a can of iced tea and a bag of Skittles candy, by invoking some bizarre law called "Stand Your Ground." It assures people who are threatened that they don't have to run, they can just shoot the people they feel are a threat. Then it's considered justified.

Sanford, Florida, where it happened, apparently has Keystone Kops for a police department. No investigation was done of the shootiing, except for taking the shooter's word for the event. That's despite 911 tapes which give our ears quite a different version from that which he is claiming. The dead boy was tested for drugs and alcohol—which they didn't find—but they didn't test Zimmerman.

This seems to be an example of the law of unintended consequences, from the passing of more and more gun-friendly laws by local legislatures. The right wing agenda, which is apparently to get guns into the hands of everyone in the country (well, except for criminals, who already have them), fueled by the NRA's money and massive lobbying power, which has successfully waged war on gun control laws enacted since the 1960s and 1970s.

I'm on record as saying that gun control in America has failed. There are so many guns now it would be impossible to call them in, even if the big bad bogeyman government the NRA hates so much were to send soldiers to every house to collect them. (A paranoid fantasy the NRA has successfully implanted in the minds of gun owners.) The problem isn't the guns, it's making them easier to carry and to use that is the problem. I have absolutely no problem with someone owning a gun for self-defense, target shooting or hunting. I have a lot of problems with people using guns to solve problems that can be solved in ways other than lethal force.

Law-abiding Americans who love guns should be happy not to live in Japan. In an article, "With All Due Respect" by Peter Hessler, from the January 9, 2012 New Yorker, I read, "In Japan it's a crime to own a gun, another crime to own a bullet, and a third crime to pull the trigger: three charges before you even think about a target." Of course, Hessler also states, "Japan has "some of the lowest murder rates in the world, on a par with Iceland of Switzerland; the odds of being murdered in the United States are ten times higher."

Gun ownership is almost a second religion to some Americans, given their use of hyperbole such as "God-given right to keep and bear arms."

In 1970 I remember the buzz around the movie, Dirty Harry. It's a right-wing polemic about liberal court decisions of the 1960s, but it's also a modern Western. The sheriff, Clint Eastwood, rides into town and with his big gun cleans it up. It's a fantasy Americans have always lived with and thrived on. It's like we're thinking no matter the problem, we can always shoot our way out of it.

With the Trayvon Martin killing, now more attention is being paid to laws regarding guns. My opinion is there has to be some sort of middle ground. Having laws that people have a waiting period to buy guns in a store, so a background check can be made, but allowing a person to buy a gun at a gun show or in a private transaction with no background check doesn't make much sense.

Having laws that encourage people to stand and shoot it out rather than retreat is plenty macho, and in some cases, plenty stupid.

I have a theory that I hesitate to use, because when I speak it, it tends to get shouted down. I can't really prove it, even though years ago I had a coworker admit to it. I believe some people are looking for a legal way to kill someone. If it means invoking a law like Stand Your Ground they'll use it.

Copyright © Oliphant 2012


Tuesday, March 20, 2012

The surprising daily comics

It's been an interesting week in the world of newspaper comics.

The hot topic has been Doonesbury, with a sequence dropped by about 100 papers due to its satirical take on the Texas law requiring women seeking an abortion to have a sonogram.

Here's the one that got dropped:

Our local editorial cartoonist responded with this. This is just an excerpt:

(Sorry, due to the litigious nature of my local daily newspaper, which guards its online properties with the fury of a mother grizzly, I am not allowed to show you the whole editorial cartoon. But you can find a link to it here.)

Editorial director George Pyle explains the little bespectacled fat guy with fat lips is Bagley's generic Utah legislator. The hot tub reference is to Kevin Garn, a self-righteous legislator whom, when a nude hot tub party a couple of decades before with a then-15 year old girl was revealed, basically ended his political career. However, when he resigned before the body his fellow legislators hypocrites gave him a standing ovation.

Here's the story of the hot-tub legislator's resignation, if you're interested.

For me, just as interesting as the buzz over Doonesbury is the non-buzz over two more daily comics, which could just as easily cause outcries from groups of readers.

In a strip from March 16, 2012, Luann wonders if her friend, Gunther, is gay because he is "an only child raised by [his] mom and [he is] into sewing."

The Pardon My Planet panel, also from March 16, shows Jesus in a situation that could upset religious Christians.

Why would editors of newspapers, shy about offending anti-abortion forces, not feel the same about gay activists or the religious right?

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Monday, March 19, 2012

The strange story of Pearl and Olga


Pearl Lusk and Olga Rocco didn't meet in any kind of friendly or even a formal way, but in an act of violence choreographed by Olga's husband.

In 1946 Pearl had moved to Manhattan from her parents' home in Brooklyn. She loved life in the city. For a time she worked a holiday job at a department store, but was laid-off shortly after Christmas. On a subway ride one day she saw “the most handsome man she had ever seen.” She resisted his advances at first, but on a subsequent subway ride she agreed to meet him. He told her his name was Allen La Rue.

Allen La Rue was a private eye, he told Pearl. He did insurance investigations, and right now he was investigating a suspected jewel thief named Olga. He offered Pearl a job as an assistant and she jumped at the chance. Her assignment was to get to know what Olga looked like. He knew where Olga worked as a secretary for a hat company. He sent Pearl in there to look at her so she'd recognize her again. Pearl completed her first assignment. Her second assignment was to take a box that was wrapped like a present, but had a hole in it for what he told her was the lens of an x-ray camera. Pearl was to get as close to Olga as she could when Olga got off the subway, then pull a cord on the bottom of the box and take her picture. La Rue told Pearl that he suspected Olga was wearing the stolen jewels around her waist, under her clothes, so Pearl was to aim low before pulling the cord. Pearl did what she was told, and gave the box back to Allen. He told her later the picture didn't turn out, and he had to get another camera.

Some days later Pearl shadowed Olga again on the subway. Olga even noticed the girl sitting near her with a box wrapped like a present, with a hole in it and something sticking out that looked like a camera lens. As they got off the train, Pearl, right behind Olga, did as instructed and pulled the cord. There was a deafening explosion and Olga fell to the ground, a gaping wound in her leg. As a policeman approached to find out what happened Pearl told him, “I took her picture and at the same time somebody shot her!” Actually, it was Pearl. The “camera” she was carrying was a sawed-off shotgun, and the blast cost Olga her leg.

Olga was expecting something to happen. The man Pearl knew as Allen La Rue was actually Olga’s estranged husband, Alphonse Rocco. Since leaving him Olga had received several death threats, and had even been shot once before. One night while helping her mother fix dinner, Olga felt a stinging pain in her leg. When she looked down she saw blood streaming from a wound. A bullet, fired through the window, had gone through her leg.

Rocco kidnapped Olga a couple of times, also, taking her to a tourist cabin in the hills, where he kept her against her will for several days each time. (We aren't told what he did to her, but it probably wasn't pleasant.) Rocco was an outdoor type. He loved hunting, loved camping, loved guns, and had several. Because of all this Olga pleaded with police to help her. Each time she called them she spoke to the same detective who told her “not to worry.” But worry she did, and for good cause. Her unanswered pleas for help went on for quite some time until the terrible day when naïve Pearl was used as Rocco's surrogate in permanently maiming his wife.

After the incident Rocco took off for the hills. Police found him camped out, and he engaged them in a gunfight in which he was killed. Olga later sued the New York City Police for failing to protect her. A judge reluctantly dismissed her case because while he found her sympathetic, the police would have been looking to protect Olga from Rocco, but not from Pearl Lusk.

The story is told in a straightforward and reportorial style by the late writer, St. Clair McKelway. McKelway worked for The New Yorker from the 1930s through the 1960s. His reporting on the Pearl-Olga story was published originally in a 1953 issue of the magazine, then reprinted in a compilation of his best work, Report From Wit’s End. The book is currrently available, and besides the story I just related to you—without McKelway’s wonderful prose, alas—he tells a story of Mr. 880, an elderly counterfeiter who made $1.00 bills in his apartment, and drove the Secret Service crazy for years trying to catch him. His bills were so poor that he even misspelled “Washington” as “Wahsington,” yet because of their low denomination most people who accepted the bills in stores didn’t look at them.

McKelway also tells the tale of his own time as a public relations officer for the Army Air Corps. At one point McKelway actually sent out a press release calling Admiral Chester Nimitz, who was head of the Pacific Fleet, a traitor! And he got away with it! It's a complex story you just have to read to fully understand.

There are eighteen stories in the book, each of them fascinating.

McKelway died in 1980 at age 75. He left a wealth of material, of which this book, even at a hefty 619 pages, is only a fraction of what he wrote for The New Yorker.

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Saturday, March 17, 2012

Utah tea party Nazis get their orders from headquarters

On March 14, 2012 Salt Lake Tribune columnist Paul Rolly detailed one rightwing group's plans, from a memo to its members, on how to hijack the local political process to get what they want.

Utah, with its system of caucus meetings for selecting candidates, was the first state to oust a sitting Republican senator in favor of a tea party candidate. Senator Robert Bennett, who was a moderate, was the first in a long list of politicians targeted by the far right, and nationally it caused quite a stir in 2010. Replacing him proved it could be done, that very small but well organized groups could override the will of the majority.

Now Utah's senior senator, Orrin Hatch, has the bullseye on his back, thanks to a group calling itself FreedomWorks (and if ever there was a misnomer, that's it). Their memo, according to Rolly, tells its members to “go early to caucus meetings Thursday and dominate all the seats in the front of the room. That’s because there often are more people than seats, and if the right people hog all the seats, the others will get tired of standing and leave before voting starts.” Rolly continues, "[The memo] tells the minions to make sure they are the last ones nominated as delegates because that means they will be the last ones giving speeches."

There are other tactics: "When the group gets the chance to ask questions, the minions are told to have their stooges there ' to ask you friendly questions,' and to have others ready to ask questions 'to flush out those who think differently than we do.'" (Emphasis mine.)

Rolly’s column goes on to list what makes FreedomWorks mad, which is the usual list of sins committed by elected officials, such as voting for the auto industry bailout (thereby saving hundreds of thousands of jobs), and pork-barrel earmarks (like most Republicans, including Rick Santorum, use), etc., etc.

These tricks work. Personally, I'm sick of Orrin Hatch and his 36 years of living in comfort as my senator, but I'd prefer him to any of the nutcakes the tea partiers want in his place. After all, Bennett's replacement, Mike Lee, is the idiot who has vowed to oppose everything Obama wants voted on, just to show his total disdain not only for the President, but the people of his own state and citizens of America.

American politics usually finds a way of correcting itself, because the great majority of people in the country are moderate. They're worried about jobs and day-to-day stuff, not about moral issues or whether contraceptives can be covered by health plans administered by religious groups. Such issues cause even moderate folks consternation, but not at the expense of what is important.

If the belligerent anti-Obama, anti-voting public tea party groups were confronted by far-left groups who used their tactics, and those tactics worked for them, the tea partiers would be shouting to the mountaintops that the communists were taking over. They wouldn't think it any more democratic than those of us who are just left of center find their dirty tricks. This legal but unethical takeover of the system will come back and bite them, I'm sure. Maybe 2012 will be the year that it does, or maybe it'll be in 2014. Thanks to Paul Rolly for publishing those items from their memo and exposing them for what they are.

I'm reminded that it was a very small group of National Socialists who took over Germany through various underhanded means during a time of great national turmoil. It looks to me as if this revolution the far right is pulling off comes right out of the Nazi playbook. Oh, wait..."Nazi" is a loaded word, isn't it? We mustn't call even our political enemies such things. They certainly don't think of themselves as Nazis. They think of themselves as patriotic Americans who want freedom (a vague term even they have trouble defining, since their ideas of freedom usually mean trouble for everyone else by passing more laws against things they hate). They like to name their groups using words like "freedom" and "American" or "patriot," but I've noticed such groups are actually none of those.They are tiny factions who are using the system and subverting the will of the greater public for their own ends. You know, like Nazis.

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Friday, March 16, 2012

More muggings

I spend way too much time looking at booking photos from the local jail. I can't help it. It's so entertaining.

The day a person goes to jail and gets his picture taken is usually not a good day, and the pictures reflect that. They show that all kinds of folks end up in jail.

Even people with silly haircuts.

Speaking of hair, is this side hair thing a style?



This one has the unicorn look.

I like that this guy looks much the same upside down as he does right side up.

Have you ever watched guys with these really big mustaches eat? They usually have to dedicate at least one hand to parting their whiskers so they can shove the food in. I'm sure they'll be entertaining the other inmates in the mess hall.



This schmuck is telling us he's fit to live only behind bars. His racist, skinhead tattoos are a billboard of his hatred for society. He's going to make sure by marking his beliefs all over his head of his ultimate failure to live in a world beyond that of incarceration.

This Einstein, from the national website, mugshots.com shows how social networking makes stupid people even more stupid. He stole a judge's nameplate, then posted his picture on Facebook.

These people are all showing their displeasure at being arrested.

The frown:


The glare:

The baring of teeth:

On the other hand, these people all seem really, really happy to be going to jail. I'm not sure why they're all smiles for their booking photos. Maybe they think they're getting a driver's license.




More mug shots here and here.

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