I normally won’t mention conspiracy theories. This article seems to me to stand out, however, and may merit some analysis hereafter.
Why a government-orchestrated distraction event is highly likely to occur in the next 7 days
I have previously opined as to how I feel these folk need to be dealt with:
Recently published on Yahoo! Voices:
Conspiracy theorists: America’s lost sheep?
Please disseminate as widely as possible!
My first piece published on Yahoo! Voices:
Please disseminate as widely as possible!
This may be the opportune occasion for me to make my first and last remark concerning Ann Coulter.
Anyone so utterly clueless cannot say anything that deserves any attention.
When this “Yahoo! News” item appeared two days ago, I did not know what to make of it. I have no background with the author.
Now it seems to me to be merely a sustained personal attack on Joe Biden.
I don’t see the purpose.
This goes against everything I was taught in high school (1970-73) and invites comparisons to the doctrines of Lysenko. Neither of those features rules out the possibility of this being accurate science.
I guess it worked.
So the suspicions many of us have had are confirmed. I suspect this is a temporary situation that will correct itself once more creative artists arrive on the scene. I do not endorse some of the researchers’ suggestions:
A new essay has appeared on the William Tell Show home page.
“A star is born: the genesis of William Tell” explains how I conceived myself (Hmm. Oh, well.), and the show, and why.
(Reblogged 03/26/14.)
Garbage in, garbage out.
I spent Memorial Day at Dunkin’ Donuts writing “A star is born.” As of noon, I’d developed the plan to wrap up about 3:00 and, on my way back to the shelter, check out this new strip joint on The Block.
I finished just in time, bought smokes at a convenience store, and headed for the bar …
… which will remain nameless. No show was happening. The bartender was in no rush to take my order. Not one female made a move to pay me any mind.
The killer was Weezy comin’ out the juke box with language I wouldn’t use in the presence of a whore.
The time had come to write this post.
I got a Heinie and a Corona, chugged them both down, and left.
Garbage in, garbage out.
Some people choose to swim in filth.
Would you choose to swim in a septic tank?
How long can you swim in there without swallowing some deadly poison?
(A little-known Baltimore fact: in the block north of City Hall, the “municipal building,” where you can pay your parking tickets and water bills, is named after a man who deserves to be a hero. Abel Wolman played a major role in putting chlorine into America’s drinking water. Before then, American tap water — like tap water in most other countries — was not safe to drink. Wolman’s work saved many tens of thousands of lives that would otherwise have been lost to cholera, typhus, or other deadly diseases.)
If you wouldn’t swim in material filth, why swim in a filth of ideas?
As an adult, you can choose what does or doesn’t come into your home.
You choose what music, if any, your children “swim in” in the car.
At any age, you choose what goes into your CD or mp3 player.
You choose what to buy.
You choose what you feed your mind.
If it has one of those “explicit” stickers on it, buy something else. Play something else.
If it’s already in your house, put it in the trash, where it belongs.
Your quality of life will improve.
[See also the William Tell Show page, “Word of the Day.”]
(Reblogged 03/12/14.)
Some years ago, I was home on vacation (that is, visiting my mother out-of-state) and saw this item in the newspaper. In Detroit, this fellow was resisting arrest and the struggle got really mean, and he wound up sustaining injuries from which he died.
On the one hand, OK, too bad, it happens.
On the other hand, I had to wonder what other end this gentleman could have met; his mother having named him “Malice Green.”
Did either of his parents ever bother to consider what that name means?
Give your child a sensible name!
If your parents failed to do so, you may want to give yourself a sensible name.
On the William Tell Show web site, we have a page devoted to this issue (here).
… as to my choices of music for the show.
First, I want to establish an atmosphere conducive to folks’ listening to and learning from each other. As I remark at the conclusion of Free Speech Handbook, “Awe in the face of the unknown may be the healthiest of all human postures.”
Second, I want to make available to my listeners music and concepts that are under-represented in the market-driven playlists of commercial music stations.
I can’t apologize too much for leaving out music that I just don’t like. In many styles of blues, for example, performers impersonate someone who is drunk or high. I don’t want to be around such people, see or hear them. So much for those styles of blues. Now, on the other hand, I like practically everything the Rolling Stones have done, and most of that is, in fact, blues.
But just because I like a song won’t get it on the show.
In the world of commercial love songs, drama drives market share; whether it is the drama of entanglement in infatuation, or instead that of unmanaged reptilian urges. Little airtime obtains for lyrics that express mature attitudes, a sense of personal adequacy, or what it takes to build lasting relationships. I will do my small part to correct that imbalance.
Classical music offers a world of depth and beauty that many of my listeners never will discover if they don’t hear it on my show.
On the one hand, a song is useless to me if I can’t make out the words. That’s a factor in my choices.
On the other hand, Beethoven’s Fifth Symphony has no words, and yet speaks powerfully of human beings’ ability to find courage and hope in the face of personal disaster. That’s its statement; and it deserves every bit of its fame.
Well, I had a hidden agenda as to music. I guess it’s not so hidden now.
I welcome suggestions for additions to the playlist. In particular, if you can e-mail me an mp3 file, I’ll give it a listen.
(Reblogged 2014-01-04.)
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