Family Feud Embellishment

Torture is not who we are as a people. America has always been that shining hope of liberty. People around the world look to America want freedom from torture NOT freedom to torture.

— Senator Rand Paul (@RandPaul) March 18, 2018

I am off to bed momentarily, anxious about my travel plans, partnered with a tall gargantuan of a lanky fellow named Shawn, both of us in a situation where we have to make it work, I do not have enough money for the taxi, nor enough change to take the buses back to the city, so I may literally be stranded when I get to Saint Kevin, if I get there, taking longer and longer to orient myself for even a pretense of work, the conventional wisdom in the media is the GOP is in trouble for the midterms due to Trumpian cannibalism of its core values, particularly after Conor's razor thin victory. The dowager leans toward a certain Puritanical cruelty lobbed at Murphy, which she is not exactly positive is a benefit for any district's constituents. I do not know how to evaluate Murphy's experience as a representative, but my argument, one which cuts across ideology, is that Americans seem to equate bad personal conduct with bad governance. This may be accurate when Trump's rhetoric corresponds to questionable policy positions, but I am not so sure who gets laid where matters when it comes to static public unions versus right to work. 

Twitter can also be a non-statistical weather vane, and that Rand is reigniting Abu Ghraib is a more pertinent sign of troubled waters, whether or not we're gearing for war with Iran, in lieu of a third world war pivoting on North Korea. Rand's adamant iteration is a fall back position, not entirely true, whether we look at DOD policy or domestic. Americans combine a certain degree of linear simplicity (thinking of Bosch), with an undercurrent of brutishness. I asked the Senator from Kentucky where this histrionic Bush era replay was coming from, didn't expect a response, but landed an interesting debate, even in the face of jet lag, given that our ideological militancy with Islamic factionalism has run its course. The hits France took from Allah's partisans was the lunge of a dying beast. Persia is a different cup of tea, and libertarians have to do better than wave the flag of an innate manifest destiny. That died with the invasion of a country which had nothing to do with 9/11, and Katrina. Good night, as we see what tomorrow brings in its enfeebled journey, if it even gets off the ground, still able to press myself, nevertheless, I'm never to be the same, ever again.

Glycemic Igor

The only rationale I can see for Legends of The Fall being produced is industry handlers wanted to cement Brad Pitt's body for its earning potential, which various celebrity urls list as anywhere from 100 to 180 million. This seems low, given his staying power, and the partnership with Jolie. There is also the comparison to A River Runs Through It, virtually the same film. See Pitt nearly kill Julia Ormond, the implicit message for the girls being prime rib comes with a price tag: we are all better off fantasizing about grade A fucking instead of doing what it takes to get it, because potential pitfalls lurk, if not by death on the ever closing American frontier, then by conviction for stalking.

Hopkins was cast to be Gregory Peck, the cosmopolitan force taming North American ecosystems as opposed to integrating with it, like the natives whose totem metaphysics are more harmonic than that for which empirical measurements allow, not that I have any issues with indigenous indignation or passive compliance with their adaptive way of life being crushed, so much as I think it's time to move on, and look beyond the efficacy of gaming casino ownership. This is not a round about way of saying Rand Paul is not wrong, but he isn't, and his tenacious alarm is on point.

Watchbird was my least favorite of the MSF episodes made, but I have to concede that it was ahead of me on the prophetic implications of drone technology, and it need not be a corrupt president we have to worry about if these drones are given access to domestic airspace.

I have been trying to recover enough stamina to enter into cyber recovery of my manuscripts, but I'm not there yet, and indeed, yesterday almost passed out after moving my bowel, leaving me worried about my strength to find consultant work outside of my writing, as well as coping with the stress of relocation. The physicians were never much help with my continence management, other than to ask if it was chronic. I am a bit of a hypochondriac, but I felt the taste of death in this latest episode of ebbing faintness, and could barely transfer, type a paragraph. Potatoes for dinner helped me reset, Anthony's mildly sinister squint implanted once again on my short term memory. I was hoping for two or three more years of quality time, but I am uncertain I'll get even that.