Chamblee54

I was looking for something to post, and I noticed something. The 2023 October posts have not been logged in. This is going to be my first chore for today.
Last week was a doozy. I took my desktop to the computer shop to have Windows 11 put in, and Zefir sold me a new tower. It seems that the hardware requirements for W11 are an obstacle, and a new toy was needed. A new system is always brain damage, but Zefir was able to transfer most of the old regime to the new kingdom. It was as seamless as transition as I have ever seen. … Doraville’s Delta Computers is highly recommended.
That was monday/tuesday. On Wednesday, the anticipation began for Helene. Thursday night, I thought this might be our last day in this house. Friday morning came with no electricity, but an intact house. Many others fared much worse.
There is much gratitude, to go with the horror at what happened elsewhere. This is along with the new phase of Israel’s race to world demolition. Yesterday brought an Iranian attack on Israel. Nobody is sure where all this is going to go.
The monthly blog inventory is a fairly brainless operation. The pages are loaded 10 to a page. (This is going to get confusing. It is ok to skip a few paragraphs.) You open every one in a separate tab. Then, you go back to the end, and start. Hit the page. Click F6 to highlight the url. Ctrl+C to copy url. Alt+tab to go to the list page. Ctrl+V to paste the url. Make a note of where the pictures came from: gsu, loc, poem, c54. Alt+tab to go to the pages page. Ctrl+Page Up to go to the next page. Repeat steps one through eight.
If you do it right … big if … the mouse is not touched. It is important to stay focused, and not look at any of the pages, no matter how cool. Just stay focused and machine like, and make as few mistakes as possible. And mark the monday pages. The monday post text is never repeated, and is a handy source of pictures for future use.
The operation went smoothly, with a minimum of brain damage. Strategy Of Causing Atrocities is the post that stands out. SOCA was published October 27, 20 days after another escalation in the Gaza – Israel conflict. I thought, and still do, that this might be our last day on planet earth. …
“Around 1987, I was working with Steve. He was the son of holocaust survivors, and an ardent supporter of Israel. We were discussing the war between Iran and Iraq. The I-I was a long bloody affair. The United States supported Iraq, led by Saddam Hussein. The United States, with help from Israel, was also selling weapons to Iran. It was a confusing time.”
“I mentioned to Steve the notion that the US wanted to keep the I-I war going, because it would keep those two countries from fighting Israel. Steve started to get angry. “Yes, and it’s for your benefit. We have to fight terrorism.”
“The I-I war continued for a while. In 1990, Iraq invaded Kuwait, partially in a dispute over war debt from the I-I war. Saddam Hussein went from being an American ally to the next Hitler.”
“Today is October 27, 2023, 35 years after my conversation with Steve. The world is a different place. The last 35 years have been full of wars, and rumors of war. The Internet is a routine part of life. Unfortunately, Steve is not with us. Cancer claimed him in 2001, 9 days after 9-11.
A few days ago, Bob Wright had a conversation with Eli Lake. Mr. Lake is an ardent supporter of Israel. After 69 minutes, Mr. Lake said this: “because the Palestinians continue to think that a strategy of causing atrocities will eventually convince Jews to leave a country.”
Pictures today are from The Library of Congress. Marjory Collins took the photographs in August 1942 “Brooklyn band of Italian-Americans, after playing at Mott Street flag raising ceremony in honor of neighborhood boys in the United States Army, retiring to a neighborhood bar out of the rain.”

Waking up on Sunday morning, X greeted me: “It’s your X anniversary! Celebrate with a special post created just for you …” What was the first tweet?
@chamblee54 @AcmeCastingAtl chamblee54 has too much spare time. 6’5″200 gray hair white male 8:46 PM · Sep 22, 2010 · @chamblee54 having to change your password the second time you use a service is not a good sign 12:38 AM · Sep 23, 2010
Five years and one day before the first tweet, the first blog post saw daylight.
The first post It had to happen sooner or later. This is my first post to this blog. Maybe I should start with a summary of my life . I am 51yo, 6’5″190# single white male residing just outside Chamblee GA. 50 hours ago, the owner of the company I was working for called me into the office, and said “I am gonna have to let you go, there is not enough work to keep you.” I had been there 13 days. I still don’t know which end is up. More later..
I had gotten into the lamentable business of arguing with strangers online. To make a comment, an account with Blogspot was required. This created Chamblee54. The blog moved to WordPress in 2008, where it resides today. The account I trolled in 2005 has been deleted. Pictures are from The Library of Congress · selah

090924 – 10:32 It is day 6 of the new phone. Since it is monday morning, I downloaded Blocked and Reported. Today is a preview of a paid episode. Is monday morning is about to change? Paying for Jesse and Katie is out of the question.
The path has become my outdoor treadmill. I went out for a few laps, and put BAR on the headphones. The parade did not get out of the front yard before the noise started to cut off. After several experiments … is it the ear buds, the bluetooth, the show, the music player on the phone, the pockets of the cargo shorts … I walked my laps, and went inside.
The Muzio music player had other issues, so I decided to try downloading another one. Then the ear buds came in. Airbuds are another recent purchase.  I have not made friends with this contraption. Airbuds feature a sensitive button, and if you adjust the buds incorrectly, the sound will cut off. If you touch this button the wrong way, to turn it back on, you go to the next track it wants to play. This is not going to work. I put my aging JBL buds back in.
After all these adjustments, the part of BAR that Jesse will allow played without incident. The paywall kicked in during a discussion of Darryl Cooper … a subject that has become boring. …
You’re disgusting child deplorable fashion REAL family dumb ass
Upon hearing this cancellation … you are deplorable, wear tacky clothes, and your butt has no family intelligence … Wilbur decided to take matters into his own hands. For too long, that damn talking horse had ruled the stable.
Wilbur would buy new clothes, for the first time since the tv show ended. Next, he would get rid of the land line, and force Ed to use a smart phone. Have you ever tried texting with hooves? Pictures today are from The Library of Congress.

This is a repost from 2020. Some yums are getting yuckier every day. … Don’t yuck on my yum. This is a thing. It means that if I like something, and you don’t, then keep your disapproval to yourself. Don’t yuck on my yum. I first heard this saying on the RISK podcast, probably in an episode where host Kevin Allison goes to kink camp.
I can not track down the exact episode. It is in there somewhere, but looking for it is too much work. OTOH, I can point out, with great precision, when I became persona non grata in the RISK community. He yucked on somebodies yum.
It started with this episode. Nimisha Ladva told the story “Mother in law.” Nimisha, newly married to David, is dreading a lunch date with his mother, Elaine. David told a story about how Elaine asked him if Nimisha was black. The young bride was outraged. At about ten minutes into the show, Nimisha is ranting about how horrible it was to eat lunch with a racist. I made a comment in the “RISK! Podcast Fans Discussion Group.”
“I recently sent a link to the Paul Gilmartin story to a friend. He is in the AA program, and I thought he would enjoy the story. Here is the email I sent with that link. – This is a link to a story. It is an AA war story. It starts at 20 minutes. The first story in this show is about an Indian lady, who does not like her Jewish mother in law. At ten minutes into the show, the bride says “I am going to have to spend the day with a racist.” – At this point, I turned off the show in anger. I am sensitive to the term racist, for perfectly obvious reasons. I did not want to listen to the rest of the show. – When I decided to send you the link, I had to listen to the part of the show around the 20 minute mark, so I could know when the war story started. I set the timer for 18 minutes, and listened to the end of the mother in law story. There is a twist in the story, and everyone is friends now. The bride says “I am ashamed of reducing her to her racism.”
As anyone with internet access knows, a comment like that is likely to stir up trouble. People enjoy the sport of trashing another human being because of their racial attitudes. If you follow this link, you can see the dogpile that resulted. It got to be a cliche party, with chestnuts like this: “I would invite you to reflect on your pain in being called racist, and imagine how much worse it is to experience racism. Dismantling racism is the goal, not making sure no ones feelings are hurt.”
Performative name calling does does not affect police brutality, economic opportunity, or access to decent housing. All it does, in this case, is hold up a lady to ridicule, based on her perceived racial values. This social justice performance art goes on all the time, and if you object to it, then you can expect to be called a racist. The white savior considers criticism of their privilege to be racism, and does not have a problem with telling you about it.
It should be noted that their were other yumyucking incidents. The one described merely is the first one. There were other breaches of *community standards*, until Kevin delivered the “you’re an asshole” fatwa. When you do the work of creating a show, you earn the right to ban inconvenient members of the audience. There is nothing I can do about it.
Calling people racist is their yum. And when you say that this is not really a good thing to do, you are yucking on their yum. This facebook thread was the first time some of these people have heard that saying racist is not helpful. If you engage with them, you violate an ancient bit of wisdom: Never wrestle with a hog. You will just get dirty, and the pig will enjoy himself. Pictures for this conflict devolution chronicle are from The Library of Congress.

Labor Day was the first monday of September, which meant Little 5 Poetry Bash. I printed my new poem, and looked at the list of podcasts. Lo and behold, there was an episode of Noble I had missed.
Labor is a good day for traffic. I set out from Brookhaven at 18:10, for a 19:30 start. I got to the promised land early, and went to Rag-O-Rama. $22 is too much for a used t-shirt. Next stop was a cannabis store. There was promising talk about a new product, which may require further attention.
L5PB was splendid, as usual. The core group of poets was there, with terrific product from all parties. Collin Kelley, a mainstay of Atlanta words, was the delightful feature. A lady/dog team came from Cave Springs, to tell a tale of Artemis and Apollo. I kept thinking of Gomer’s cousin, Artemis Pyle, who played in Lynyrd Skynyrd.
L5PB takes place in the lobby of 7 Stages. There are two problems. 7S has a collection of bright lights in the ceiling above the speaker. There are also the big red letters MAIN STAGE, which is has too much anagramic temptation (inamorata petting cam) for this addict. In a life hack moment, I solved both problems with a baseball hat.
The best way to go home is to take a left onto Colquitt, and go down to N. Highland. After a stop in the Manuel’s parking lot, Noble was coming over the speakers. This episode dealt with the Marsh family story, without going overboard with talk of racism. Finally, after the renovated North Druid Hills bridge, Taco Bell came into view. The last part of L5PB is getting my mystery meat fix. Next month will be more of the same. Pictures are from The Library of Congress.