Tuesday, December 16, 2014

Too absurd

Political correctness runs one way. It only runs in the approved direction of the left. Pretty much any boorish behavior from the left is ignored or rationalized.

A coworker who is from the Middle East points to the allegedly pious Satmar freaks as proof that anti Zionists are religiously sanctioned. I point out this is an insular cult that might find itself under RICO type of actions if not for block voting. Then he goes off on a rant about child molestation being endemic in the Jewish community.

This would be amusing if this clod would look at the very people he declared religiously authentic. If he knew anything beyond Huffington he would grasp this is a loathed minority in the Jewish community. The tension between those who work and the Frummy freeloaders is a real issue in many families. I personally am so disgusted by it, I changed my burial arrangements.

It does not take much effort to find Muslim abuse of children, women and so forth. Funny but the media in the UK does not describe Chabad Chapter rape gangs. There have been incidents of individual criminality but nothing near the pervasive gang culture.

Now I don't want to go near  honor killings and terrorism but for Muslims to point their fingers at child abuse in communities they praise is a bit bizarre. I don't connect the average Muslim with terrorism, but had I responded no doubt I would have a nice EEO lawsuit on my hands.

Friday, December 12, 2014

Even Prisoners Don't eat this stuff

In a case of senior citizens behaving badly we now have my aunt from Guyana with us. Three husbands killed themselves to get away from her but she swears it was heart attacks. She was living with her granddaughter around the corner. She got into a fight with her granddaughter's husband over food.

Now she is staying here and she is serving fish heads. I pointed out that we do not serve such fare to prisoners here. The daughter and granddaughters won't eat it. I don't care if it is a local delicacy. We don't eat that stuff here. Even poor Vermonters shun fish heads for road kill.

I told her just go to my fridge when she is hungry and eat with us but don't cook fish heads here. Of course she does and now the entire younger generation is eating my emergency rations rather than fish heads. They did figure out which package was home fries. My daughter made those fast but at least she did not figure out the more complex stuff yet.

Guyanese people eat odd things in country. The daughter was complaining when she got back. I avoided that by bringing my own food and buying what I wanted. Of course the locals did not say much because if I went to the market. I always brought enough for them and eat quite well.

Thursday, December 11, 2014

Making a mockery of Rape

The Barry One fiasco was dodged with a legalistic trick of claiming the false charges were some type of pseudonym. There is little doubt of the authors intention when she dropped hints that her rapist was a Conservative. This detail was placed in purely to juice book sales. Making this claim about an encounter with a student activist in La Razza would have drawn all types of media fire. Similarly Rolling Stone is just now discovering the author  of its bizarre rape account made up a fake boyfriend and is apparently a flake.

In the case of Dunham the writing was so poor as to be comedic. I have never seen a man gay or straight wear purple cowboy boots. I am not certain such a product was ever manufactured for the male market. If this detail were correct you might be looking at a little guy who cross dresses. Leaving that last part out, I don't ever recall conservatives wearing such bizarre clothing. They tend to emulate Alex P Keaton. Then again Obama has created such disdain for the left there may even be Goths who are conservative.

I am at a loss as to what a flamboyant mustache is or isn't. Is it a Dali type of mess, a handlebar mess or a Hulk Hogan mess. I had the latter and it grew in redish blonde. It was gone as a Freshman after much humor and complaints. Maybe it is a reference to the stereotype porn mustaches that were referred to in a Seinfeld episode or when Duckys students try to make retro porn.

Add in the booming deep voice and you get a cartoon non person. This many details off leads me to suspect buyers remorse rather than rape. In the UVA case it may be the case of a wallflower leading a dark fantasy life.

Rape is a serious matter that should be treated accordingly. When political garbage is attached the charges become suspect. In the case of Dunham the writing is so poor that her editor should be fired.

Monday, December 08, 2014

Brand preferences

I am starting to wonder if advertising means as much as exposure in the household. I use specific brands on almost everything. Some of these brands get transmitted to the younger generation. The readers of the blog know I love my diet Mountain Dew, Hawaiian Punch, Popeyes Chicken and so forth.

It was football day and I woke up too late to cook. I got a couple of Chinese dishes. The family loves chicken lo mein and shrimp dishes. I typically would have General Tso or chicken and broccoli. The daughter eats both. I buy barrel pickles when available and the rest of the house eats them. I prefer Pringles because small kids don't eat a whole bag. The granddaughters know what Pringles are and they are less than three. The daughter picked up my love for jello.

Oddly my preferences on soap and cleaning products is the norm. We are largely a Proctor and Gamble house with the exception of Colgate and Clorox in a few rare categories.

Perhaps the importance of building brand loyalty is a forgotten art. Maybe the aspect of breaking into daily routines is forgotten. I remember my friends introducting me to Sam Adams beer. Golds condiments were passed on to me from my grandparents homes. Philadelphia cream cheese, Helmans mayonnaise and Skippy Peanut butter came from my parents home. Somewhere along the way I developed the taste for Miracle Whip and Stubs Bbq sauce. My father liked any Mustard not named Frenches. I liked Guldens but the quality of other offerings are good. Nathan's mustard which is made by Golds is exceptional when you can find it.

The trick for companies is to get into the home and become part of the story. I remember my grandfather giving me a Hershey bar and Wrigleys Doublemint gum. I remember being on a family trip upstate and tasting my first Mointain Dew. Perhaps soft drink vendors need to focus more on stadiums, zoos and theme parks. 

I still would love to see a can of five alive again someday.

Even the stupid get it

My girlfriend decided the Maltese needed company and got a Pomeranian. I do not like the Pomeranian as he can be viscous and unstable.

The Maltese bonded with me from when he was a young puppy. I take him with me on long walks at crazy hours. When I eat I plan my menu thinking can I share this with my buddy. He sleeps next to me on the bed.

We have had several other dogs and the only one that was viscous was the Pomeranian. We had a pit bull that could be viscous. He was gentle with me because I had the food. He would play all day with the Maltese. We had to get rid of him when the daughter in law gave birth. The daugher in law had a Maltese also that followed me everywhere. He would sleep next to me with the other Maltese, He died in a car accident. We had a mixed breed small black dog that I liked but the Maltese hated. He was good natured and we gave him to a family that loves him.

Enter the viscous Pomeranian. He attacked my feet and had to be rescued before I kicked him in defense. When he growls I Toss  blankets over him and make him look absurd. After months of war he gave up and follows me wherever I go looking for food. He sees me reach for the treat bag for the Maltese he waits his turn. He follows me everywhere. He carries the rawhide bone I gave him wherever he goes. When he is eating he can be difficult. Feeding the Maltese by hand was natural. The Pomeranian is not natural in those interactions.

The Maltese is still my favorite and he is like a little comedian in the house. He is calm around food unless it is the chicken treats or chopped liver. If I lived in the country he wouldn't need a leash. He enjoys the doggy park so much he doesn't want to go home.

Even the stupid Pomeranian learns to go where the food is. He shadows me at all hours of the night.

Saturday, December 06, 2014

Mugged by an Obama Supporters

The other day I was mugged by a thief who had an Obama button on his jacket. He claimed to be an IRS worker furloughed by Ted Cruz. His name was Sheldon and he was wearing a glow in the dark hoodie with the words Chernobyl Farms.

Of course this is absurd and BS. It is no less preposterous than some of these fake rape stories published. Rape is a serious matter and the political views of criminals is something we really should not take too seriously. If a person commits a crime do we seriously ask who did you vote for.

No doubt the writers will claim these were composites. It would have been better to just address the subject without such deception. Being raped by a Peace Studies major wearing a messenger bag wouldn't sell books. Writers do write about painful subjects and add color. However, recent
Experiences with far left parties in the UK have shown lefties are adept at rape and covering up
the crimes with meetings. The notion the crimes should be reported eluded the Marxist morons.

Tuesday, December 02, 2014

How to turn a car into garbage?

A relative has to go in for surgery and is having the Frummies drive them to and from the hospital. As
mr hear abominations are so accident prone their driving is far more dangerous than the operation.

Unfortunately the Frummies have a propensity to crash other people's cars. There is always the never ending excuses for the accidents.

Monday, December 01, 2014

Barter in the age of Obama

I am unused to being without as my needs are simple. I am amazed at the informal system of bartering and even just sometimes sharing meager resources. I went to the store for some Advil and purchased a large container. The girlfriend gave two neighbors including an old lady around twenty pills each. This likely would explain how certain resources disappear and how things appear out of thin air.

Every now and then what items are recognized surprise me. I use trace amounts of powdered turmeric   with my drinking water. The girlfriend noticed it in seconds whic is odd because there was no pictute or writing. Items that are used in the community are bartered and those that are unfamiliar remain. It is as simple as bartering four laundry pods for a bag of potatoes.

I don't think poverty alone explains this as I pretty much cover most things. However the neighbor might want to trade an item for a luxury good. Right now we have a type of fish in abundance about ten pounds. The neighbor might want a small amount and trade yams or something else.

This is different then my mother borrowing eggs or sugar.

Certain items never get traded. I  am safe with egg noodles and kielbasa that is until someone else develops a taste for it. Chicken franks and barrel pickles were safe years back, but my daughter has developed a taste for them. What is going on with the containers of chicken livers that the girlfriend
took from the home made dog food project is unknown. I suspect that is being bartered or passed to the less fortunate.