Defiant Obama Sends Neanderthal Tories To Back Of Bus

The mayor of London, Boris Johnson, was born in New York. So when he suggested that our President, what with his part-Kenyan ancestry, may feel an ancestral dislike for the British Empire, one wonders: dost thou project too much, Boris? What of your very own ancestral New York values? And port-swilling Nigel Farage–Cro-Magnon or Neanderthal, you be the judge.   British colonialism and imperialism, what’s not to like?

Anyway, Obama ordered them to sit themselves down at the back of the bus, pardon, queue, terribly sorry.

Update May 7: London, England has elected its first Muslim mayor, Sadiq Khan.



Peak Trumpism-Tropism, Please

After today, we may finally have experienced peak tropism toward Trumpism. Ignoring Bogart’s advice in Casablanca, there are few sections of New York that Trump has not dared to invade. Would he spew anti-Mexican aggression in the same neighborhood in Jericho, N.Y. where an anti-Hispanic hate crime happened that killed a man? Why not? Bring Carl Palladino along for the ride? No problem. Fly around on a jet with an expired registration? Who cares? But even if he wins every one of N.Y.’s delegates, and does well in subsequent East Coast states, the big problem for those who gravitate toward Trump is that Republicans have rules that Trump has apparently not bothered to learn.  Paul Ryan, Mitch McConnell, and Reince Priebus, bless their hearts, are unlikely to cut him any breaks if he fails to get enough bound delegates to win on the first ballot.

Update: I do not know if Trump’s hair is capable of photosynthesis. If he could be quarantined in a room with ultraviolet light we might learn. Wikipedia says tropisms are “typically associated with plants” but “not necessarily restricted to them.”

Further update: via Trump’s new campaign team–it’s all been a big act, he’s going to settle down.  Trump himself seems fidgety about settling down, but if he does manage enough self-discipline to evolve past third grade, it will be trouble for Hillary.

Don’t Trivialize The Bible, Says Tennessee; And Don’t Mess With Moonbot, Says Louisiana

Kant said it best in the 1780s: enlightenment means “sapere aude,” dare to think (for yourself). The political powers-that-be in North Carolina and Mississippi have disgraced themselves by pretending to uphold freedom and fight against discrimination while actually laying out permission structures for bigotry and hate. Bearing in mind that, as Malcolm X said, if you’re south of the Canadian border you are in the South; and bearing in mind that enlightenment does not come easily to most of us regarding any subject at all that make us feel ill at ease–still, what has happened in several states since the Obergefell decision is disgraceful because it is political theater by hypocritical politicians who seem to do as they please in their own private lives, to say it as politely as I can.

However, to give praise where it is due, my hat is off to the governor of Louisiana, John Bel Edwards, who said “We respect our fellow citizens for their beliefs, but we do not discriminate based on our disagreements…discrimination is not a Louisiana value…Louisiana…is respectful and inclusive of everyone around us.” The governor’s letter cited words of approval from the CEO of “Oscar winning, Louisiana-based Moonbot Studios: ‘this is a step in the right direction and supports Moonbot’s decision to recruit the best talent in the country–no matter the candidate’s sexual orientation or gender identity.'” Sounds good to me–Don’t mess with Moonbot.

Meanwhile, in Tennessee, Governor Bill Haslam did not just veto a bill passed by Tennessee legislators that would have designated the Bible (which version? but I digress) as the state’s official book, he gave compelling reasons: “my personal feeling is that this bill trivializes the Bible, which I believe is a sacred text. If we believe that the Bible is the inspired work of God, then we shouldn’t be recognizing it only as a book of historical and economic significance. If we are recognizing the Bible as a sacred text, then we are violating the Constitution of the United States and…of Tennessee by designating it as the official state book. Our founders recognized that when church and state were combined, it was the church that suffered in the long run.” Don’t mess with a governor who actually grasps what the First Amendment was all about in the first place.

Sorry to say North Carolina and Mississippi, as of today, have their heads still stuck in the honeypot (see Winnie-the-Pooh) and haven’t figured out how to extract themselves.  Dare to think, you little devils, about something other than how your vulgar fusion of Christ and Caesar will benefit your reelection campaign.

Update: rumors that Louisiana (contrary to the spirit of the True Blood show) has created special rights for dead people are unfounded.

Why The Bottle Let Him Down

It didn’t have to be that way for Merle Haggard. He sang that “The Bottle Let Me Down” and, in particular, that “the wine don’t take effect the way it used to.” There was a simple preventable reason: he failed to cool his reds down to proper cellar temperature–55-58 degrees or so, depending on the age and quality; not as cold for the grand crus and fully mature bottles, of course. His mama tried to teach him, but to no avail, all because the fightin’ side of him wouldn’t admit that room temperature reds make one perceive more alcohol and less acidity–not a recipe for fine wine appreciation.