I’m coming to you from my makeshift equivalent of the Oval Office which we’ve taken to calling the Covered U Deck. That’s another of my islands the sun is setting behind on the horizon and the disturbance in the water is actually one of the local indigenous semi mythical creatures with whom I’ve reached an agreement on patrol keeping my little Green Democratic Republic safe from waterborne threats. I should probably mention that in this photo he’s actually about 20 feet below the surface and he goes by.
Creation of infrastructure and general improvements are proceeding well. I’ve opened immigration to Veterans of all services with special consideration shown to our wounded warriors and homeless Veterans that want a hand up not a hand out.
The combination of their knowledge and skills coupled with the natives desire for a better life is proving nothing short of miraculous. Both in terms of positive changes to the habitat here but to both sets of people as well.
Well the ocean breezes tell me its just about dinner time here, I can smell the grilled seafood and meat as well as the fresh coffee. I’ve discovered coffee beans growing wild here that rival Kona coffee when properly roasted and the natives grow some tobacco which I think just might rival some of the Cuban and Honduran if cured properly so I have my first 2 artisan small batch crops for potential export.
There’s the dinner bell! Got to get to it while I can get a decent choice. Enjoy the issue.
Personally with Hell Boy straightening out his procrastination proclivity, I’d give him about a 50/50 chance of being the dead body! I’ll even up that to 85% if he goes back the Hokey Pokey Clinic.
A man was riding on a full bus minding his own business when the gorgeous woman next to him started to breast-feed her baby.
The baby wouldn’t take it so she said, “Come on sweetie, eat it all up or I’ll have to give it to this nice man next to us.”Five minutes later the baby was still not feeding, so she said, “Come on, honey. Take it or I’ll give it to this nice man here.”A few minutes later the anxious man blurted out, “Come on kid. Make up your mind ! I was supposed to get off four stops ago!!
The Top 5 Songs of the Summer
Every summer the pop culture media goes nuts proclaiming the Song of the Summer.
Last year the consensus choice was “Can’t Feel My Face,” 2014 was “Happy” and 2013
was either “Get Lucky” or “Blurred Lines.”
- This Is What You Shaved For
- Tan by Your Man
- Smells Like Hawaiian Tropic SPF 30
- Rolling in the Deet
And the Number One Song of the Summer…
- Can’t Stop the Peeling
Mungo Jerry – In The Summertime ORIGINAL 1970
A woman and her 12-year-old son were riding in a taxi in Detroit. It was raining and all the prostitutes were standing under awnings.”Mom,” said the boy, “what are all those women doing ?” They’re waiting for their husbands to get off work,” she replied.The taxi driver turns around and says, “Geez lady, why don’t you tell him the truth ? They’re hookers, boy! They have sex with men for money.”
The little boy’s eyes get wide and he says, “Is that true Mom ? “His mother, glaring hard at the driver, answers “Yes”.After a few minutes the kid asks, “Mom, if those women have babies, what happens to them ? She said, ” Most of them become taxi drivers ! ”
That Van Damme guy hasn’t got anything on me!
Never mind Pokémon, gotta catch all the babes!
Zac Brown Band – Toes
Why Are We Killing Each Other?
What’s the Matter with ‘All Lives Matter’
David Bedrick Huffington Post 8/24/2015 07:55 am 07:55:26 | Updated Aug 24, 2015
George Zimmerman, a white male neighborhood watchman, shot and killed Trayvon Martin, a black male youth. Zimmerman was charged, tried, and acquitted in July 2013. In the aftermath, a grassroots movement began titled Black Lives Matter.
Black Lives Matter is working to “broaden the conversation” around race from the legal system and black poverty to the burdens on black women, children, black queer and trans folks, and blacks with disabilities.
In response, some white folks have countered with the phrase, “All Lives Matter.” While this is seemingly a more empowering as well as a diversity affirming response, it is neither.
In the Shadow of ‘All Lives Matter’
1. In the shadow of ‘All Lives Matter’ is a form of willful colorblindness — the erasure of the issue of race.
When people say “All Lives Matter” in response to “Black Lives Matter,” they are not simply opening their arms to the greater diversity of humanity. Instead, they are taking race out of the conversation. While the statement masquerades as a bright and inclusive light, in the shadow of this statement hides a willful ignorance of America’s racist past and present.
There is not doubt that racism exists today. The research evidence is vast, clear and widely available from differential stop and frisk rates, sentencing levels and job hiring.
A most telling statistic about the difference in the lack of valuation of a black life comes from a study conducted by Allan Collard-Wexler, an NYU Stern School economist: “[T]he cost of adopting a black baby needs to be $38,000 lower than the cost of a white baby, in order to make parents indifferent to race.”
Adding insult to injury, asserting that all lives matter in response to black folks declaring that black lives matter, turns our eyes away from acknowledging America’s racist past, functioning as a form of dismissal or denial.
Through the constitution, slavery and Jim Crow laws, America stood for the belief that some lives were more human, more worthy — that some live mattered more. How can we forget that America codified in its constitution (the same constitution that some insist must be strictly and literally interpreted in its original form) the notion that a black life was only considered to be 3/5ths of a white life?
If we stop highlighting and focusing on black lives, but instead focus more globally and generally on all lives, then we become complicit in not seeing color as a factor in American life. Putting it simply, if we erase race, we won’t see racism.
2. In the shadow of ‘All Lives Matter’ lurks the privilege white folks have to not experience their own lives in racial terms.
Let’s face it, most white people don’t regularly think about themselves as white. We are not made to think about our race, because we are not living in a pervasive systemic atmosphere that injures us because of our skin color. As such, we easily think of ourselves as a “just a person,” as a human being belonging to the human family.
But when a person is regularly injured because of a quality, it is veritably impossible to enjoy the luxury of ignoring that quality. As a Jewish man, my Eastern European brothers and sisters could not ignore the fact that they were Jewish. If they “forgot,” they were quickly reminded! Women in boardrooms, disabled people getting on a bus, gay teens at a high school dance, and black youth in a school cafeteria are all aware of their social identity; straight white able bodied males ignore their social identity.
They enjoy the privilege of being free from that concern. (See also Beverly Daniel Tatum’s masterwork, Why Are All The Black Kids Sitting Together in the Cafeteria?)
When a white person responds to the statement “Black Lives Matter” by countering with “All Lives Matter” they exhibit a blindness to the privilege of living outside of a painful and marginalizing lens that highlights their race; a privilege not enjoyed by black and brown people.
In the words of Jarune Uwujaren, “[I]f you have trouble seeing race or are tired of people making things about race, realize that if they could, most people of color would ignore race too.”
3. In the shadow of ‘All Lives Matter’ is an aggressive resistance to focusing on the value of black lives.
The statement, “All Lives Matter” did not arise in a vacuum. It was not born of a passion for the value of all life; it is not a world-wide social movement for justice. It was a response, a retort, a counter-point to the statement “Black Lives Matter.” While not everyone utters these words with this intent, the phrase nonetheless functions as a dismissal.
As such, we cannot only evaluate it purely in terms of its accuracy (i.e, “Isn’t it true that all lives matter? Wouldn’t it be good to live in a world where all lives mattered?”) or as a general statement of care for all beings, including black beings. It is not simply said as a matter of truth or a statement of values. Instead, it’s a rebuttal to the statement “Black Lives Matter.”
Instead of communicating a love for all beings, “All Lives Matter” are words of negation, repudiation, and refutation. They are words of debate; they are fighting words. What are the users of these words fighting? Simple: That Black lives matter!
On a personal note, beyond all logical argument, I confess to having my tears flow and my heart melt when I first went to the Black Lives Matter website and found recorded black voices completing the phrase “In a world where black lives matter, I imagine….” One particular recording was made by Satchel, a four year old black boy, whose sweet giggling joy erupted when he said, “In a world where black lives matter, I imagine there’s a lot of tickling.”
In a world that would resist or belittle the declaration that Black Lives Matter, that would censor those who speak out for the beauty, power, intelligence and moral authority of black people, I fear there would be far too many black children doing a lot less smiling, laughing and giggling and a lot more hungering for food, safety, and a sense of self worth.
Funeral Procession for Senior Corporal Lorne Ahrens one of the Slain Dallas Police Officers
Infowars Reporter Joe Biggs Found this video on Twitter. It’s of a Man named Terrence Williams Going off on Black Lives Matter in what might be one of the best rants of the year.
Uncensored American Goes Off On Black Lives Matter
Well boys and girls that’s it for this week because the sun has indeed set and its time for this leprechaun to follow the examples of Chesney and Kracker- namely to stop working and start partying until the sun comes up.
I leave you with a weeping dragon who still hasn’t found an angle or excuse to wheedle himself a Visa to Leprechonia despite his best (second rate) efforts. OH! That reminds me! I almost forgot!
What you see there Impish is an honest to God leviathan, sort of a non mythical current day version of a Megalodon shark that lived approximately 23 to 2.6 million years ago, during the Cenozoic Era. That is just one of four that call the waters off Leprechonia home.
I’ve arranged an…accommodation with them, no tour boats, no swim with the big fish, certain Eco friendly concessions and in turn they protect my island group from water borne threats. Threats like say, dragons trying to swim their way in.
What a great issue! The hugs guy and what he had to say REALLY hit me hard. As you know, I’ve done the cop thing and worked with and for the local and state cops and a lot of what’s been going on has hit me pretty hard, but that “Hugs Guy”…. it really makes me think that this country might have a chance after all.
Thanks for brightening my morning!
Oh, as far as your 4 little fishy friends patrolling your island?
You know I can’t swim that’s why I have wings.
And when I find Leprechaunia, and I will find Leprechaunia, it won’t be by swimming there. I will be … OUCH!
No Hell Boy, I was only …. OUCH!
Okay! Okay! I’m going back to work. You don’t need to…OUCH!
Yeah the hugs guy along with the other guy ranting on Black Lives Matter gave me hope that calmer, more rational,
more socially enlightened heads might eventually prevail after all.
As to not swimming what is it that you do in that subterranean lake we have when cavorting with the nymphs?
Have I not seen you dive off the bow of the LLS Grace O’Malley’s after giant squid and Mako shark when we were sailing and you felt peckish?
Oh and you can forget the whole ‘wing surfing’ approach too, Levi and his pals won’t much stand for that from you either.
If you wanted in on this you shouldn’t have been constantly so wrapped up in your IRL [illusionary “real” life].
Excellent issue….great vidos….and the song IN THE SUMMER TIME brought found memories.
Thanks Ginny & I expected that “In the Summer Time” would bring back memories for you.
I seem to remember you drunk bragging how you were one of Mungo Jerry’s groupie girls after all.
Yes, I was and enjoyed every minute as Jerry’s groupie girl. I think Diaman was there too.
Diamen told me she was a Beach Boys Beach Bunny