The Worst Vice Presidents Of The United States
PG wrote a post yesterday. One of the topics was the “Siamese Twins”, James Buchanan and William Rufus King. While researching the feature, PG googled his way to a Time magazine article about the Worst Vice Presidents in American History. PG is well known for his negative attitude, and writing about the worst things in life always appeals to him. (To see the feature, you have to click through a popup ad for Amway. Good times.) This is a repost, with pictures from The Library of Congress
The first name on the list is Aaron Burr. He had a problem with Alexander Hamilton, and shot him dead in a duel. Elbridge Gerry (the namesake of Gerrymandering) served under James Madison for twenty months, and died. John C. Calhoun served under John Quincy Adams and Andrew Jackson, and managed to get Mr. Jackson so upset that Mr. Calhoun was fired.
Richard M. Johnson served under Martin Van Buren, and was bad at PR. “Johnson scandalized his colleagues by taking one of his slaves as his common-law wife; as a result, he barely garnered enough support to serve in Martin van Buren’s administration. While in office, he proposed an expedition to the North Pole so Americans could drill to the center of the Earth, believing the planet was hollow (his resolution was defeated). Evidently van Buren’s experience with Johnson soured him on vice presidents altogether — when he ran for re-election he dropped Johnson from his ticket and didn’t bother replacing him. Instead, he ran alone.”
William Rufus King was VP under Franklin Pierce a mere six weeks before he died. There is no word on the status of his relationship with James Buchanan at the time. The Time magazine article has a picture of Fernando Wood , which was mistakenly thought to be of Mr. King. (Wikipedia uses the same picture to illustrate an article about Mr. King.)
The VP under James Buchanan (there is no word on who was top or bottom in the Buchanan-King household) was John Breckinridge. During the War Between the States, he left the Union to fight for the Confederacy. Mr. Breckinridge was charged with treason after the war. “The town of Breckenridge, Colorado is named in his honor — although it altered the spelling of its name after the Civil War, so as not to be associated with a traitor.”
Andrew Johnson did not make the list, but maybe should have. He was drunk at his inauguration, and made a fool of himself. Mr. Lincoln had nothing to do with him, until a meeting on April 14. This was Good Friday. Mr. Lincoln went to the theater that night.
Johnson had been marked for death by the conspiracy, but Wilkes Booth had little confidence in the man assigned to kill Mr. Johnson. The afternoon of the assassination, Mr. Booth was at the Kirkwood House, where Mr. Johnson stayed. Mr. Booth left a note for Mr. Johnson at the desk of the hotel… “Don’t wish to disturb you. Are you at home. J. Wilkes Booth”. The idea was for the police to find the note, and implicate Mr. Johnson in the killing of Mr. Lincoln. This mini plot was spoiled by the secretary for the Vice President, who collected the mail that afternoon. He took the card with him. The secretary had met Mr. Booth a few years earlier, and thought the note was for him.
The other three Vice Presidents who took office after the boss was murdered… Chester Arthur, Theodore Roosevelt, and Lyndon Johnson… were not mentioned in the Time article. All three are mentioned in conspiracy theories about the killings that promoted them into office.
When Theodore Roosevelt was elected to a full term as President, his VP was Charles Fairbanks. “Teddy once ordered a noisy and distracting crystal chandelier removed from his office because it disturbed him. He ordered it to be installed in the office of the Vice President to keep him awake.”
Getting back to Time’s honor roll, Hannibal Hamlin was Lincoln’s first VP. Thomas A. Hendricks survived nine months under Grover Cleveland, before passing away. Thomas Marshall served two terms with Woodrow Wilson, and refused to take over the office when Mr. Wilson had a stroke. Calvin Coolidge did little while waiting for Warren Harding to die. Henry Wallace was, and will be, the only third term VP in our history. He acquired a few enemies, and was replaced by Harry Truman.
Richard Nixon was ok once he got elected, but almost managed to blow that. There were charges of financial shenanigans, and some thought he should be kicked off the ticket. After the Checkers Speech he was on his way to stardom. (After Mr. Nixon died, PG saw a large flag flying at half staff. The flag belonged to a hamburger chain called Checkers.) When Mr. Nixon became President, his VP was Spiro Agnew. Once again, there were charges of financial shenanigans, and much, much more. While the nation wallowed in Watergate, Mr. Nixon needed a diversion. It was suddenly discovered that Mr. Agnew had taken bribes. He was pressured into resigning.
Dan Quayle was VP for George H.W. Bush. He was widely regarded as an idiot, although his damage as VP was minimal. The last VPOTUS on the list is Dick Chaney. For some reason, he was regarded as having more power than the President, George W. Bush. Mr. Chaney was said to be one of the major promoters of the wars which have damaged America so much during the last ten years.
I Write Like
A couple of years ago, the internet sensation was a site called I Write Like. You paste a sample of your writing in the window, click, and the gizmo tells you who you write like. PG wrote a piece, with the derivative title “I Write Like”.
Now it is two years later. PG is still writing, and IWL is still crunching. It might be fun to go back.
Houseplants Complained About The Noise is the story of a party that PG attended. The hostess was offended by his remarks. This story was written in the style of David Foster Wallace.
Dark Skinned Appreciation Day is written like H.P. Lovecraft.
MARTA Dance Show is written like Kurt Vonnegut.
Another Motivational Poster is written like Dan Brown. This post was making fun of a poster. The words on the poster were from a Preacher, who probably thinks Dan Brown is a terrible person.
Yossarian Part Two is written like H.P. Lovecraft. So is the post you are reading.
At the end of every page is a link to Amazon. You get the opportunity to buy the author’s product. There might be a large unsold inventory of H.P. Lovecraft.
Pictures are from The Library of Congress.
Houseplants Complained About The Noise
This story was found in a box of papers. There is a reason people throw things away. It is about a “prospect party”, at a “social club for tall people”. Phlash wrote this “Tall Tale” at the office. One of his co-workers asked Phlash why she wasn’t in the story. “Because you are not tall enough.”This is a repost. Pictures are from The Library of Congress.
Phlash goes to the Prospect Party by Phlash Goober
Phlash was facing another evening reading about rich people, who have affairs and commit murder. Since the Prospect Party was nearby, Phlash decided to go.
When he found the place, the first thing he noticed was the food. There were lots of soft drinks, and hollowed out watermelons filled with chunks of fruit. The obligatory spinach dip was there, as were pigs in blankets, and chips and dip. Phlash had already eaten dinner, but that seldom stops him.
Phlash was getting a touch bored, until he started talking to a prospect . “H” and Phlash have a mutual friend, and this gave them an excuse to chatter. “H” had just gotten back from Clemson, South Carolina, where there are orange tiger paws painted in the roadway. Did her car got scratched?
Phlash went outside, and decided the music was too loud for conversation. He went back inside and saw his friend “Lawrence”. They discussed pictures of horses and non-synchronistic coincidence.
Phlash stepped outside again. The music made his glasses rattle in their frames. He went back inside and saw the former Miss Tall International®, “Queen of Siam”. She had sponsored a movie night the evening before and the movie had been a beautiful romance.
Phlash forgot the title of the movie (probably because he didn’t go), but saw his onetime camping friend “Pro-A”, who liked to talk. Phlash was getting reckless by this time, and a talking person, no matter how enthusiastic, is preferable to “Play that funky music white boy” at migraine level.
So Phlash took the plunge. “Have you read any good books lately, Pro-A?” As fate would have it, “Pro-A” had just finished a tome about Catherine the Great, a Russian Czarina, that Phlash was blissfully ignorant about. Still, he was a good sport, and listened for a few minutes, until someone interrupted this foodside chat with news about the new sneaker for Lesbians, the Dyke-EE.
At this point, Phlash went into the kitchen to refill his cup with Mountain Dew. He came upon a conversation about Indian Food, vegetarianism, flatulence, and Bean-o. Phlash agrees with the concept of Bean-o, but wonders what people will do for after dinner amusement. Meanwhile, the music outside was turned down a notch, after houseplants complained about the noise.
All this time, the hot tub had been bubbling away, inviting all the tallfolk into the waters. Finally,” Z Z” and” Australia” braved the comments of jealous dry people and got in the tub. Phlash followed, just in time for a stimulating conversation about ugly bridesmaid dresses. At this point, Phlash got dressed, grabbed one last handful of pretzels, and went home.
After publication, the party hostess was offended by this article.
Pussy Riot
Colorful Russian rockers Pussy Riot remain in captivity, months after the incident which got them in trouble. Al Jazeera takes a break from jihads to tell the story, with the delicately titled Russian punk rockers denied bail. “Members of the all-female punk rock band Pussy Riot were denied bail on Monday after being arrested for a controversial act of political protest. The group faces up to seven years in jail for “hooliganism” when they stormed Moscow’s main cathedral to perform a song critical of Russian President Vladimir Putin. Band members later claimed their performance was staged in protest of the Russian Orthodox Church’s support of Putin. During his latest election campaign, Patriarch Kirill, the head of the church, praised Putin’s twelve year rule as “a miracle of God”.
It is a long time since the days of “G-dless Communism”. Today, the Russian Orthodox Church supports the Kleptocracy of Vladimir Putin. Huffington Post chips in : “Many say Putin, who returned to the presidency last week, has used the church as a potent tool in his command structure, allowing it to amass vast riches in return for unquestioning support of his policies and spiritual blessing for his leadership. … Under the atheist Soviet regime, the church suffered persecution, with tens of thousands of its faithful purged, jailed or executed. The 1991 fall of communism opened the way for a renaissance that many celebrated as bringing Russia back to its spiritual roots.”
Pure Film Creative gleefully uses the P word in a headline. Pussy Outrage names the three arrested rockers. “In yet another move that shows how totalitarianism is alive and well and living inside Vladimir Putin, Russian all-girl punk bank Pussy Riot have been denied the release from prison that was promised to take place earlier this week. Three members of the group— Nadezhda Tolokonnikova, Yekaterina Samutsevich and Maria Alekhina—were arrested for so-called “hooliganism” after they burst into Moscow’s cathedral of Christ the Savior in March and, we imagine, disrupted one of those endless, droning Russian Orthodox hymns with a kickass rendition of their song “Holy Shit.”
The International Fashion Police are also calling for their release. The Pussy Rioters wear colorful masks, and balaclavas. Their colorful presence is missed. “Kot: We have nothing to worry about, because if the repressive Putinist police crooks throw one of us in prison, five, ten, 15 more girls will put on colorful balaclavas and continue the fight against their symbols of power.” Apparently, the masks allow the players to remain anonymous, which allows for a great freedom to change the personnel at will. This is another innovation few have tried, except for Kiss and professional wrestlers.
Youtube commenter Като Брафикус does not mince words. “Психически больные люди со своими мифическими героями, учинили расправу, беззаконие над невиновными девушками Pyssi Riot. Сектантская зараза насаждается обществу. Инквизиция и террор над мирными гражданами в России является сегодня нормой. Общество и народ России отвергает отморозков. Свободу Pyssi Riot!!! Free Pyssi Riot!!!”
Vice magazine had an interview with the band, a few days before the fateful Cathedral show. The interview has a header ad from Dominoes Pizza. The entire interview is worth reading, but these quotes are too good not to use here.
“VICE: Why “Pussy Riot”? Garadzha: A female sex organ, which is supposed to be receiving and shapeless, suddenly starts a radical rebellion against the cultural order, which tries to constantly define it and show its appropriate place. Sexists have certain ideas about how a woman should behave, and Putin, by the way, also has a couple thoughts on how Russians should live. Fighting against all that—that’s Pussy Riot. Kot: You shouldn’t have answered that question, Garadzha, because usually we don’t. When cops and FSB agents interrogate us and ask, “What the hell do these English letters on your banner stand for” (we put out a banner during some of our illegal performances and hardly any of these jerks speak any foreign language)—then we usually say something like “Oh well, Mr. Secret Policeman, it’s nothing special, those words just stand for “Pussycat rebellion.” But, of course that’s a brutal lie. In Russia you should never tell the truth to a cop or to any agent of the Putinist regime. … VICE: Do you have any plans to stage shows at public appearances by Medyved or Putin? Tyurya: Putin is too scared to do any real public appearances—all his “public meetings” are heavily guarded shows with Kremlin loyalists cheering and blowing kisses. But one day we’ll hunt him down for sure! Serafima: So he better leave before we catch him. Putin would never want to meet Pussy Riot face to face!”
Amnesty International has taken up the Pussy Riot cause. Free Pussy Riot! is a petition calling for the release of the rock stars.
It has been a long time since rock and roll was dangerous in the west. Masked Women playing punk rock in Cathedrals takes the game to a new level. The carefully crafted faux rebellion of Lady Gaga, and the corporate pablum of Beyonce’, seem very tame by comparison. Maybe Justin Bieber should wear a mask, and get arrested in a Cathedral.
Pictures are from “The Special Collections and Archives,Georgia State University Library.”
Dark Skinned Appreciation Day
PG was trying to recycle some old blonde jokes into a post, and was over it. A trip to twitter was made, and the joke pickins were slim. A look at the Trending Topics revealed something called #DarkSkinnedAppreciationDay. Text to separate the pictures just gets sketchier every day. The pictures today are from The Library of Congress.
The current POTUS, BHO, has dark skin. The temptation to label him as black ignores the fact that the late Ann Dunham, the mother POTUS, was Caucasian. As his political career developed, BHO decided that a “black identity” would be to his advantage. The Kansas/Kenya background has “colored” his presidency. Dark skinned is a good phrase to describe BHO.
Another popular phrase in progressive circles is people of color, or POC. The head facilitating this post rests on a red neck. While red is usually considered a color, people with red necks are routinely labelled white, or the absense of color. Labels for people can be confusing.
A gentleman in New Jersey is claiming responsibility for DSAD. I WIPE MY OWN ASS!!! @EugeneTattedUp Yes, and it’s going very well lol RT @BougieK15: @EugeneTattedUp lol did you make up #darkskinnedappreciationday. His profile reads:I Only Eat Chicken, That’s the Motto, Nigga, Pollo … FYI, I’m Deaf. And so it is Dark Skinned Appreciation Day in Twitterland. Lets take a look at what those thumbs are punching into smartphones.
@natiby_nature #DarkSkinnedAppreciationDay cause the lord wanted to cook some of us properly
@ChrisDeGirolamo For #DarkSkinnedAppreciationDay , I won’t say anything racist all day.
@GreenEyedHeffa_ Ayee #DarkSkinnedAppreciationDay We Don’t Like Them Redbones
@xx_chicary_lola What ? Since when has there been a #DarkSkinnedAppreciationDay ??
@YOOShesDOPE_ #DarkSkinnedAppreciationDay… Yall are true idiots for this -_-”
@TarikTheCreator #DarkSkinnedAppreciationDay I prefer to call myself a mocha/caramel color
@MorganW_ #DarkSkinnedAppreciationDay? Seriously who comes up with these things…
@_Blac_Chiyna #DarkSkinnedAppreciationDay O Koo I Got My Own Day :D!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
@YESitsRachael #DarkSkinnedAppreciationDay .. ignorance .
@_ThaReal2HT #DarkSkinnedAppreciationDay We Worked Hard For This Day ! Pshh Yah Lightskins Better Go Catch A Tan !
@EugeneTattedUp We celebrate our advanced amount of Melanin on #DarkSkinnedAppreciationDay !!!
@LaBeauteNoire3 *throws Hersheys kisses down TL and twerks* #DarkSkinnedAppreciationDay
@KrownRoyaleNY #DarkSkinnedAppreciationDay ?? ight ima log of twitter till this shit passes…
@breexxbunnie #DarkSkinnedAppreciationDay only applies to those with moisturized, even skin tones….not you dry ashy blue looking motherfuckers.
@Legacy_Theory Bet y’all wish y’all was out in them fields now huh??
@So_True_Rae I see #DarkSkinnedAppreciationDay … It’s a first time for everything huh? Lol
@Legacy_Theory The great thing about #DarkSkinnedAppreciationDay is it moves to a different day each year when the sun isn’t out… Praise Black Jesus
@EugeneTattedUp I decided to found #DarkSkinnedAppreciationDay today because it’s cloudy and we’re winning … Let’s pray for clouds in the future…
@Titts_N_Giggles this will not prosper RT @EugeneTattedUp #DarkSkinnedAppreciationDay #DarkSkinnedAppreciationDay
@EugeneTattedUp Happy Birthday & #DarkSkinnedAppreciationDay RT @JNelly_S: Happy 22nd birthday to my baby mama @_ReneDarling_ love you boop. Enjoy your day
@CallMeiBigPapa That #DarkSkinnedAppreciationDay thing is sad. At the end of the day we all black no matter wat shade you are.
MARTA Dance Show
PG heard facebook rumors about a series of dance performances. The one closest to Brookhaven was the Lindbergh MARTA station. The walls of the house were caving in, so PG decided to go see things.
The turf of the Lindbergh Station is the story of Atlanta in a nutshell. Lindbergh Drive was named for aviator Charles Lindbergh. The Lindy Hop was possibly incorporated into the performance.
When PG was a kid, he saw the cartoon 101 Dalmatians at the drive in movie theater there. In the late sixties, a department store named Arlan’s was built on the site. When it went belly up, the first indoor fleamarket in the area went in it’s place. The MARTA facility came in the eighties, and the surrounding land was largely vacant for years. Lately, that has changed. The blocks around the station are totally rebuilt, with office buildings and condos.
At one point, the parking garage started to charge. The deal is, you can get your ticket validated inside the train station, and not have to pay. By the time PG figured this all out, it was too late to back out, and he wound up having to pay to park. Otherwise, it would have been a free show.
The train station is an open air affair, with gates and fences surrounding a downstairs area where the trains pull up. There are two such enclosures, with a plaza in between. When PG arrived, he went to the south part of the station, and did not see any dance action. The bf of a dancer told PG that the talent was downstairs, and would be coming up soon. He did not know where the performance would be.
After a few minutes, a crowd gathered around the north platform. PG walked around, until he found a good spot to look in. Three dancers were performing, while the rest of the troupe stood in a double file line. All this time, the rush hour crowd poured out of the train platform below. This was a seamless performance, with everyone on site a part of the show. The train passengers, the police, the crowd, the photographers, and the dancers all played a role.
Soon, the players danced through a turnstile. Three went north, followed by PG, who took lots of pictures and felt like a stalker. The dancers never lost concentration, or gave in to the temptation to slap that dern fool with the camera.
The company soon reunited in the plaza between the platforms. They would run in circles, and break into groups to dance little dramas. The lady that PG stalked went around the crowd giving away origami. She was the last one to leave the plaza.
NASCAR Nappitude
PG was reading facebook, minding his own business, when he saw something that made his head explode. It started with a post with the splashy title White Liberals Have White Privilege Too! . There is something about online discussions about white privilege that make well meaning people want to type a lot of words into little boxes on the monitor. PG usually avoids such a conversation, as if it were an amway pitch, but made an exception this fateful afternoon.
The seminal article was written in 2007, and mentioned the media controversy of the day. It seemed as though Joe Biden said “I mean, you got the first mainstream African-American who is articulate and bright and clean and a nice-looking guy … I mean, that’s a storybook, man.” Mr. Biden is currently the Vice President, serving under the FMAA.
There was a link to a bit of archaic html called Black People Love Us!, which tells the story of Sally and Johnny… “We are well-liked by Black people so we’re psyched (since lots of Black people don’t like lots of White people)!! We thought it’d be cool to honor our exceptional status with a ROCKIN’ domain name and a killer website!!” The fun starts when a facebook paster quoted a letter to BPLU.
“I swear, if one more white person says that they want to touch my hair, I am gonna puck a f*ckin mousetrap in it so their f*ckin hand gets caught in it. anyways… GET WITH THE PROGRAM! Have any of you ever heard of sarcasm? Irony? Satires? Canterbury Tales? Shakespeare’s “As You Like it” and “Much Ado About Nothing?” If some of you would actually get your heads out of your asses for one second and read a f*cking book or get educated, you will see that this website is NOT trying to break down PEOPLE, but break down BARRIERS and erase STEREOTYPES…With much love for Sally and Johnny… A Black University of Michigan Student with nappy-ass hair”.
The resulting visual ruined the day for PG. BUMS should keep his/her pants on, and not burden the world with the sight of nappy hair on his/her posterior. The same thing goes for an asian, latino, caucasian, native american, or zorlack with this condition.
The pictures are from ” Special Collections and Archives,Georgia State University Library”.
This is a repost.
Letter About Brookhaven
Peach Pundit has a story tonight, Senator Fran Millar On Proposed City Of Brookhaven. State Senator Fran Millar sent a “letter to the editor” to the fishwrapper, which he posted on facebook. It is a familiar pitch… the city of Brookhaven have lower taxes, and the DeKalb county government is greedy.
Here is the part of the letter that got PG into action: “I understand that like our President, CEO Ellis as well as Commissioner Gannon, believe in big government. DeKalb had a 26 percent tax increase last year. If this wasn’t an election year, then the citizens probably would have seen another tax increase. Good luck next year unincorporated DeKalb. Dunwoody has run a surplus since its creation and I believe Brookhaven can do likewise. Furthermore, Dunwoody now has regular police patrol and a road paving program. There will always be some personality clashes in any form of government. However, all government does not have to demonstrate a tax and spend philosophy like DeKalb.”
PG is going to guess that Mr. Millar is a Republican. President BHO has little to do with local government, but if you want to trash your opponents through association, it pays off. The pro city people spend as much time badmouthing DeKalb county government, and CEO Burrell Ellis, as they do praising the alleged benefits of a new city.
The voters considering the new city are majority white. The rest of the county is majority black. It does not take much imagination to get the hint of a race based campaign. Nothing too obvious, but the dog’s ears are perking up. With this in mind, PG wondered about “Commissioner Gannon”. She was mentioned in the same sentence as BHO and Burrell Ellis, who both have dark skin. What color is Kathie Gannon? As it turns out, Kathie Gannon is a certified Caucasian. A look at her website tells a fun story.
Budget In February, the Board of Commissioners passed the County budget for 2012. I voted against the budget. While the new budget does not require a tax increase, it represents a missed opportunity to prioritize County operations and services. I firmly believe that the Board of Commissioners must have a serious conversation about the amount and level of services that we can afford to provide. This requires us to carefully monitor the number of people we employ. While the new budget adds only a few positions and County employment has fallen over the past four years, I do not believe we have rigorously looked for alternatives. Also some Departments are growing unnecessarily, including the Board’s.
Another reason to review our priorities is our precarious revenue position. Over the past few years, as property values have declined, the County has collected much less in property taxes. We will not know until late this spring how much the tax digest has fallen from last year. If the tax base declines by more than 5%, the Board of Commissioners will be forced to make difficult cuts in July. If we had made the cuts in February and we have the good fortune of being on target with the revenue estimate, we could start looking at tax relief in June.
This contradicts the letter to the editor. Was there, or was there not, a tax increase? Does Kathie Gannon have a “tax and spend” philosophy?
The second paragraph speaks of the declining value of the County tax digest. In layman’s terms, the real estate disaster of the last few years has lowered the value of many properties in DeKalb county. The less the properties are worth, the less tax revenue they will generate. This is a point made by the No Brookhaven crowd … the revenue estimates for the new city are too optimistic. They are based on property values that are falling, and are going to continue to fall. The new city will not have as much revenue as they expect.
Pictures are from “The Special Collections and Archives,Georgia State University Library”.
Rainbow Flag
On June 19, artist Gilbert Baker, who created the rainbow flag in 1978, shared his memories of that period and the flag’s creation in a discussion at the GLBT Historical Society in San Francisco with longtime activist and friend, Cleve Jones. The rainbow flag is so iconic, so ubiquitous, so universally recognized, that there is a habitual tendency to think that it has always flown to represent queer Pride. Yet it is not so: it was created and consciously adopted in the streets of San Francisco, when activists spoke of gay liberation rather than LGBT acceptance in the after-fires of the political fires of the late 1970s. And no, it wasn’t created because we’re all friends of Dorothy. “1977 — that was a pivotal year,” Baker said. “That was the year of Anita Bryant. That was he year Harvey (Milk) was elected. That was the year we became galvanized.” It was also the year after the American Bicentennial Celebration, a period that Baker said made him more flag conscious as he cranked out hundreds of banners and signs for the endless parades that activists were busily organizing“I thought, ’You know, we ought to have a flag,’” Baker said. “A flag is something you can’t disarm. What makes a flag a flag is that people own it. It connects to their souls. It belongs to them.” Baker said he did not want to work with the symbols of oppression that had been adopted in the early victim politics. “The Lambda was a little obscure,” he said, “and the triangles were given to us by the Nazis.” He began researching rainbows and their uses in the Bible, in Native cultures and in the psychedelic hippy peace and freedom culture of the Sixties. “It represents all the colors, all the genders, all the humanity,” Baker said. “I wanted to expand on the use of visual images that would not depend on language.” Baker said the first two flags were made using all-natural materials and dyes in the fashion of the day. But the colors ran when they got wet. In addition, the flag started off with eight colors, not the six it has now, and each color stood for something different: pink (sex), red (life), orange (healing), yellow (sun), green (nature), turquoise (magic), blue (serenity) and lavender (spirit). “Eight is a very magical number,” said Baker. “It’s symmetrical, and allowed me to split them into hot and cold colors. It gave me a way to incorporate pink. Of course, it was a fuchsia hot pink. And it allowed me to bring in turquoise, connecting to Native island cultures.” But, in the long run, the eight color flag was too complicated and costly to reproduce in the pre-digital age of four-color printing. So he dropped pink and turquoise. “I felt strange because I was giving up sex and magic,” Baker said with a laugh. Jones said there was a lot of community conversation at the time about the need for a unifying symbol. “When that went up the flag pole, all conversation on it stopped,” Jones said. “Everybody just embraced it.” It seemed, Baker and Jones said, that just about everyone wanted the gay flags except the flag industry: world of flag-makers and vexilographers. “It took about 10 years,” Baker said, recounting how he cut his hair and dressed in business attire in order to try to fit in at the flag industry conventions. “They pretty much decide on what a flag is. They would not even entertain a motion that there even was such a thing as a gay flag. A lot of good old boy flag companies down in Texas didn’t want to know anything about a gay flag.” But when one took a chance and made 5,000 little flags for Baker, they sold out in two hours. Game over, battle won. Now they are everywhere, and the rainbow is incorporated in knick-knacks and collectibles. Jones teased Baker about not having patented the symbol. “How do you feel when you see all this rainbow crap and you don’t stand to make a penny off it?” Jones asked. “It’s not about money,” Baker teased back. “It’s about power.” There have been some iconic world record moments for the flag since then, such as the Stonewall 25 flag in New York City in 1994, and the sea-to-sea rainbow flag in Key West in 2003 on the 25th anniversary of the flag. And there have been the grim reminders of why the flag was needed, as when a parade of the flag in a celebration in Stockholm drew 300,000 spectators, and then was disrupted when gangs of young neo-Nazis grabbed and brutally beat some of the spectators. “It blew my mind,” Baker said. “There is this resistance that comes to us in the form of violence. We’re lucky to be in America. I think about those gay people in China who can’t come out — making those rainbow tchotchkes and they can never come out. Or Uganda: there wasn’t any ’Will and Grace’ in Uganda. Our liberation is an ongoing struggle. It was before us and it will be in the generations after us. It’s more than the colors we can see: It’s the colors that we can’t see, the thing that go past our own lives.” The text for this feature is borrowed from Creator of Rainbow Flag Shares His Memories of the Movement. Pictures are from The Library of Congress.
Another Motivational Poster
PG was looking at facebook, and saw a motivational poster. Instead of a sunset, or a kitten, the background was a person in a hospital bed, breathing oxygen through a little plastic tube. The foreground text said: “When you are in the final days of your life, what will you want? Will you hug that college degree in the walnut frame? Will you ask to be carried to the garage so you can sit in your car? Will you find comfort in rereading your financial statement? Of course not. What will matter then will be people. If relationships will matter most then, shouldn’t they matter most now? – Max Lucado.” PG made a comment. “I would want to not hear other people’s ideas about religion.”
We live in a Jesus happy culture. The version of Jesus that is forced upon us is a scheme for life after death. Those who believe in this scheme have no respect for those who do not agree with it. (There are exceptions to this generalization. Unfortunately, the jerks are louder and more persistent.)
When you are about to die is one of the weakest times of life. Your defenses are down. You do not have the strength to argue. To force your beliefs on a person in this state is the act of an emotional bully.
PG has heard about the Jesus plan for life after death literally all his life. He has decided, after much thought and, yes, prayer, that he simply does not agree with it. To PG, the answer is to trust G-d to take care of you when you die, and not to worry about it when you live. It is not an easy choice, but it is the one he came to. To confront a dying person about this sensitive issue is repulsive.
The text that prompted this post was embedded in a picture. PG had two choices… to manually type the text, or to find a source that could be copied. The phrase “when you are in the final days of your life max lucado” was submitted to Mr. Google. In .31 seconds, the answer was on the screen.
The top result… possibly paid for … was 22 Great Max Lucado Quotes. The site was What Christians Want To Know, owned by Telling Ministries LLC. The page advertises Liberty University, life insurance quotes, language lessons, and the chance to study the bible online.
Apparently Max Lucado is a professional Jesus worshiper. His site is advertising an Alaska cruise with the preacher. His Youtube channel is MaxLucado316. Does Mr. Lucado harass dying people because of their opinions about Jesus?
The comments to 22 Great Max Lucado Quotes have an amusing story.
Cindy December 30, 2011 at 1:03 pm Hey Josh. Do you have permission to use these?? We called Max’s church and they would not give us permission to add some of his quotes in the bulletin. We are a small small church and I found this odd.
Josh December 30, 2011 at 1:11 pm Thanks for the comment Cindy. I found these quotes all over the web so I think they are okay to use. That is strange that you were not able to use them on a Church bulletin.
Christof February 7, 2012 at 5:13 pm Cindy, I’m sure no-one is going to take you to court for using this – its like giving the beggar a bread and expecting money in return.
Pictures are from “The Special Collections and Archives,Georgia State University Library” .
Yossarian Part Two
This is part two of a homage to Catch 22. Parts one, three, four, five, six, and seven are also available.
VII McWatt The first thunderstorm after the heat wave was falling. The first impulse was to hang out on the front porch, smell the sweet rain air, feel the cool enveloping the scorched earth like, well something. PG likes to write, he feels good about himself when he does, but sometimes wonders if he is any good. Evidently, once Catch 22 was anointed the great american novel, humility was not an issue for Joseph Heller. It also took him thirteen years to write another book. By this time he was a star on the college lecture circuit, and it is well known that an author can make more money giving lectures than he can writing.
This chapter is named McWatt, who is the pilot on the plane that Yossarian rides. Like all the other characters, he is a character. Still he does not contribute much action here. The chapter is more about Milo Minderbinder. He is the mess hall director, having gotten the job when Corporal Snark put soap in the mashed potatoes.
PG’s dad was from a farm in North Carolina. One time, an Indian girl working for the family confused sugar with the detergent used to clean the milking machine. It cleaned everyone out, except for those who don’t put sugar in coffee.
In addition to his other quirks, PG drinks coffee the way it comes out of the pot, without any adulteration. He came to coffee at the age of 30, after he had discovered the joys of unsweetened iced tea. Maybe that could be the subject for a digression, or maybe not. So, when PG started with coffee, he did not put sugar in everything, and powdered dairy substitute food product was just as gross as curdled milk. When you learn to consume without adulteration… which, in the case of milk and sugaring to death a fine cup of coffee, should more properly be called childification…it is a tough habit to break.
Getting back to Milo Minderbinder, he is described in the book as a rather nerdy looking man, with a prominent mustache that does nothing for his beauty. In the movie, Milo Minderbinder was played by Jon Voight, a superstar. He hit the big time in “Midnight Cowboy”, and was the prettified dreamboy of hollywood. He did not have an unfortunate mustache. Daughter Angelina Jolie was not born until 1975, which may be a factor in his good looks during the movie. Mr. Voight is currently a right wing wackadoodle. He likes to whine that liberals get all the good parts, and ignores the obvious fact that few parts are available for men over the age of seventy.
There is an onine source of information, SparkNotes, being utilized in this presentation. They say this chapter is a satire on capitalism. There is a sentence or two after that, and a link to read more. You have to pay to read more.
While editing this chapter, PG went to the Joseph Heller wikipedia entry. The question was, how long did it take Mr. Heller to produce a second novel. While looking this up. PG saw that Mr. Heller wrote the script for an episode of “McHale’s Navy”. Ernest Borgnine, who played McHale, died this afternoon.
VIII Lieutenant Scheisskopf Just the title will be good for a couple of paragraphs here. PG is not a military type, and words like Lieutenant have always been tough to spell. If you take a look, it breaks down into Lie U Tenant. Some big tough long words are pretty easy if you break them down like that. Take the fashion icon making noise in Iran. Mah Moud Ah Ma Dine Jad.
Or the county just east of DeKalb. Once PG had a lot of jobs to run for this county, with a very slow computer that did not like to scroll. He needed to learn how to spell Gwinnett. The key to this spelling is to remember there are two n’s and two t’s in Gwinnett. Two n’s, two t’s, and two hundred thousand undocumented people.
Getting back to the name of chapter eight, Lieutenant needs a name to the right, or it is just a title without a name. (We will get to Major Major later.) The name to claim this title is special. As wikipedia puts it: “Scheisskopf” literally translated means “shithead” in German, though such an insult is not common in that language. “ On one of the talking head discussions celebrated on the 50th anniversary of Catch 22, someone said that there was one other naughty name that Mr. Heller slipped into his book. the spell check suggestion for Schiesskopf is Schwarzkopf.
The story to this chapter takes place in a training camp in California. Lt. Schiesskopf is in some sort of command there. One exception to this is his wife, who is fucking Yossarian. The Lt. is interested in having neat parades with his men, and is not interested in the parade through his bedroom.
At some point the Lt. gets mad at Clevinger, and has a sort of court martial for him. It is one of the parts of the book where the satire gets a bit tiresome. The man is on trial on obviously phony charges, but whenever he says anything in his defense, he gets in more trouble. Yes, this is a satire, we get that. Parts like the monkey trial of Clevinger are the parts of this book where you have to soldier on, and hope that it gets better. The spell check suggestion for Clevinger is Clinger.
You have to read the book before you can write your criticism of it. This is a guiding principle of the critic craft, and is as often as not disregarded. The way PG sees it, if Yossarian can fly missions, and almost die, then the least PG can do is read a few boring pages of a heavy handed satire. It is only fair. The fact that Yossarian is a fictional character does not change the fact that the war was real.
IX Major Major Major Major In June of 1968, Robert Kennedy was killed by a man named Sirhan Sirhan. This was sort of a novelty, to have the same first and last name. There have since been conspiracy theories about this affair, which is strange because the shooting was in a crowded kitchen, with dozens of witnesses. The good news is that the concept of using the same handle for a first and last name never did catch on.
This chapter is about Major 4x. The first and middle names were given to him by his father, who had a sick sense of humor. This triple naming literally killed his mother, Pectoralis. When Mr. MMM was inducted into the army, an IBM machine mistakenly added the rank of major to his act. This was both a blessing and a curse.
Note the phrasing of the last sentence. Computers, as we know them today, were the result of theories spawned by Alan Turing. During WW2, he was busy cracking the German code. The marvel machines were invented later, Now, in describing this chapter, bookrags says “In the military, a computer error promotes Major Major to the rank of Major”. SparkNotes calls it “an IBM computer error” , which is marginally more accurate. The truth is, both the US and Germany used IBM machines during the war.
As it turns out, chapter IX is another example of heavy handed satire. Major Major starts to sign documents “Washington Irving”, which attracts the attention of the army smart people. There is a meeting about the matter, where they go back and forth and accomplish nothing. The temptation to skip over a few pages is strong during moments like this.
X Wintergreen This is not named for a bathroom air freshening spray, or a type of chewing gum. PFC Wintergreen is a person. He loses messages that he does not like, and thus has a lot of influence. He gets in trouble, and his punishment is to dig holes and fill them in.
The name Wintergreen may have been the name of a product. PG had a stupidvisor at redo blue, who was euphemistically known as wild man. The stupidvisor liked to discuss his oral activities with the wife. One day, wild man told PG that his wife used a mint flavored douche.
There is going to be a raid soon, on Bologna. The men are afraid. The men are not allowed to get sick, because that would keep them out of the raid. There is a sign on the medical tent: CLOSED UNTIL FURTHER NOTICE, DEATH IN THE FAMILY.
The movie of Catch 22 was a big deal. It was supposed to be a big hit, but it wasn’t. Theaters who showed it had to agree to play it for a long run, at great expense, and they lost money. In Atlanta, it played at a musty old theater on Peachtree at 13th Street. The lobby smelled of popcorn, which kept getting funkier and funkier. The lighting in the lobby had a yellow glow, as if years of cigarette smoke had accumulated on the lampshades. This was the movie house Margaret Mitchell was going to go to when she was run over by a taxi.
The movie house was eventually taken over by a theater group, which was very good at making deals. When the movie house was torn down, to make way for a high rise, the developer had to build a state of the art performance house. The overhead of the new facility drove the theater group into bankruptcy.
XI Captain Black Not much happens in this mercifully short chapter. Some officer goes on a binge of requiring loyalty oaths. It goes on until an officer who outranks him puts a stop to it.
The concept of the Catch 22 is ancient. The one that PG has noticed lately is the catch 22 of racism. It seems like the only people who are qualified to judge whether or not something is or is not racist is a person of color, or POC. This is everyone except white people. One “faq” about racism even called white people PWOC, or people without color. Since red is a color, this must leave out rednecks.
So a PWOC is not only automatically guilty of racism, he does not have the right to protest his innocence. He is guilty by birth. And since only a POC is qualified to determine what is racism, the PWOC is screwed.
When the book was written, the catch was numbered 18. A famous author had a book coming out with 18 in the title. The smart publishing people decided that two books with number 18 would confuse the book buying public. A search was held to determine what was a funny number to use, and it was determined that 22 was a funny number.
One of the sources used to prepare this document is CliffNotes. The style of writing in Cliff Notes is familiar to English teachers everywhere. Here is the history of this institution.
Clifton Keith Hillegass, the founder of CliffsNotes, was born in Rising City, Nebraska, on April 18, 1918. After graduating from college, he worked as a college bookstore representative for Long’s College Bookstore (now the Nebraska Book Company).
One of the contacts Cliff developed while at Long’s was Jack Cole, owner of Coles, The Book People. Cole’s business produced study guides called Cole’s Notes, published in Canada. Cole suggested to Cliff that American students would welcome a U.S. version of the notes. With that idea, Cliff launched CliffsNotes in August 1958, with a line of 16 Shakespeare study guides. Working out of Lincoln, Nebraska, Cliff built the company that produced study guides destined to become a multi-generational icon. In 1998, Cliff sold CliffsNotes, Inc., and the brand lives on today as part of John Wiley & Sons, Inc., and its stable of educational and reference books. On May 5, 2001, Mr. Hillegass passed away at the age of 83.
XII Bologna Balogna is a city in northern Italy. It is pronounced baLONEah. There is a popular meat product called balogna, and sometimes spelled baloney. This is how it is pronounced. Baloney is a mystery meat, made up of whatever was leftover in the butcher factory. Bologna food product is named for Balogna the town.
There is supposed to be a bombing run on Balogna. The ground troops cannot get the Germans out, and the bombers are supposed to make this happen. The men know it is heavily defended, and that this will be a very dangerous mission.
Clevinger was reported as being killed a couple of chapters ago. He turns up in this chapter, lecturing Yossarian on his duty to die for his country. This goal is almost achieved when Chief White Halfoat takes the men on a drunken jeep ride, with the headlights turned off.
There are three usable quotes from this chapter. In the best english test tradition, we will offer a commentary on these quotes. Or maybe we won’t, if there is nothing good to say about them.
“Open your eyes, Clevinger. It doesn’t make a damned bit of difference who wins the war to someone who’s dead.” In a previous chapter, that was named for him, Clevinger was said to be intelligent, but have no sense. Or something like that. It is getting late, and it is too much trouble to find the exact quote. There are people like that in the world, and probably in other dimensions. Another take is the person who was educated beyond his ability to use the knowledge that was thrust upon him.
Clevinger believes that it is the soldiers duty to die for his country. Even General Patton disagrees. You don’t win wars by dying for your country, you win them by making the other guy die for his country. Clevinger is alive on one page, dead on another, and back alive later. It can be confusing.
“The enemy,” retorted Yossarian with weighted precision, “is anybody who’s going to get you killed, no matter which side he’s on, and that includes Colonel Cathcart. And don’t you forget that, because the longer you remember it, the longer you might live.” Like General Patton said, they’ll lose their fear of the Germans. I just hope they never lose their fear of me.
Yossarian sidled up drunkenly to Colonel Korn at the officers’ club one night to kid with him about the new Lepage gun that the Germans had moved in. “What Lepage gun?” Colonel Korn inquired with curiosity. “The new three hundred and forty four millimeter Lepage glue gun,” Yossarian answered. “It glues a whole formation of planes together in mid-air.”
The idea of gluing a formation of planes together in midair is silly. This is something out of a monty python routine. But innovation … and twenty million dead Soviets … is what won the war for the allies.
This is the end of part two of this series. Part one is previously published. Pictures are from The Library of Congress.
Eleven Thoughts About Communications
PG was recently reading a list of rules for writing , when he began to think of a few. A wordpad was opened, and before long 11 suggestions appeared. Many are only marginally about writing.
When you publish a list like this, you are placing a target on your back, with the word hypocrite written above. PG does not claim to take all of these suggestions. What follows is a goal to work for, not a script for situation comedy.
The pictures for today’s entertainment are from the ” Special Collections and Archives,Georgia State University Library” This is a repost.
When in doubt, shut up.
A halo is best worn over one ear.
If you want to be forgiven, forgive. If you want to be understood, understand.
There are few situations that cannot be made worse with anger and loud talk.
You have two ears and one mouth. Listen twice as much as you talk.
A douche is a hygiene appliance. The verb form refers to using this device for cleaning purposes. Neither the noun, nor the verb, is appropriate as an insult.
A sentence has one period, placed at the end. Do not place a period after every word to make a point. You should find another way to show that you really, really mean it.
Not everyone enjoys the sound of your voice as much as you do.
Do not place “ass” between an adjective and an noun. “Ass” is a noun. It refers to either a donkey, or a butt. An adverb is used to modify an adjective, and is placed before the adjective. Using “ass” as an modifier is improper.
Before you “call out” somebody for “racism”, drape a towel over your mirror.
The third commandment says to not use the word G-d “in vain”. The G word should only be used for worship, and respectful discussion. Improper uses include expressing anger, swearing, selling life insurance, and pledging “allegiance” to a symbol of nationalism.











































































































































































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