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Thursday, February 21st, 2019

A Feminist store of some good location has the sign …

“Before there was Clinton, there was Chisholm.”

Sure.  But before there was Chisholm, there was Woodhull.

Between them, there was Margaret Chase Smith.
Two poles of “respectability”, Woodhull had an eccentric spirituality, and Smith was a Republican.  I don’t know which one they’d go with.

Then again, there’s also Jill Stein.  We could have a “Concurrent with Clinton, there was Stein” sign.  Maybe they’ll put that up next time?

the electorate speaks

Thursday, January 31st, 2019

“She does look good on television, I guess you can say that.  Sex appeal.”
“Yeah.  We know she said a bunch of things about the gays…”
“That was, what?, 15 years ago?”
“The woman from California?  Ugh.  Too strident.”
“I know.  And where is she on prisons?”

Gauging the electorate.  There’s a bit too chew there.  Everything reads “gender”, or will to certain people.  The former candidate, the Representative from Hawaii, I suppose, could say for the superficial appeals about the last male Democratic president.  See too the problem of “strident” candidate from California — didn’t say “shrill” you will note, but there is a point too in regards to the last Democratic president and how he made his appeal.  “But… Trump?” — you may say.  To which there is an “exactly.”

Proceed in the morass at your own risk.

turf wars

Friday, December 28th, 2018

We get one of those flyers on a free box (WW or PM or one of those) mocking Trump as a 400 pound lard and a lard for Democracy, or some such…

… and an angry flyer placed in the next box declaring that “Fat shaming your political enemy is fat shaming your political comrades, you neo-liberal idiot.”

I ponder whether they know the definition of “neo-liberal”, though I then ponder whether there is a real definition of the word “neo-liberal” anyway.

Gun Talk in the liberal bubble

Friday, December 21st, 2018

“No, really I see no reason that I can’t have one, keep close in hand, for my protection.”
“Concealed.”
“Yes.  Concealed.  There are creeps out there.”

Two people — late 20s? early 30s? — talking about guns, largely positively.  Off notes shift in.

The negative notes seem to be almost perfunctory.  Cover their bases.

“Of course if I had children, the calculus would change.”
“Of course.”
“Like, the last school shooting.  Apparently the gun was just… lying around.  Or something.”
“That’s just wrong.”

“Apparently in some states you can own a gun at age four.  Can’t buy one of course, but can be passed on to the kid.”

I suppose I may mention that should the four year old actually fire the gun for any consequence, the legal guardian would almost certainly have some mighty serious legal repercussions.  Also, what does a four year old own, really?

They then plan on going shooting over the weekend.  Firing shots and some inanimate object or other out in the boondocks.
“Sounds like fun.”
“Sure does.”

Worth pointing out, perhaps, this is a woman and a man.  The woman speaks at some point of her girlfriend.  I point that out only because back in the summer, I noted at Huffington Post a story lauding some trans-gendered student associated with the anti-gun group of high schoolers behind David Hogg, speaking out and lauded as grabbing the “intersectionality” of the gun issue, which elicits a giant groan, a forced framework.  As it were, I suppose we’re still in the “white” and “cis” categories, so we’re still not fully where we need to be in the “Oppression Olympics”.  When I get the tran-woman or man nra member, I’ll be sure to note it.

hats r us

Wednesday, June 27th, 2018

Noted: an internet ad for a “Vietnam War 50th Anniversary” cap.

Get one before 2024 (or is it 2025?) when the hat is no longer accurate for the moment…

Also advertising: Israel.  Or a travel company for a trip package to Israel.  The ad is just of a hot young woman in a bikini lying on a surf board.  Don’t quite know if the nation is trying to knock some objections some “bros” may have in touring Israel, or if it’s just an automatic filing.

what’s playing in the neighborhood

Tuesday, June 26th, 2018

I see in the top fold of either this town or the neighboring town’s weekly newspaper that some organization with the word “Liberty”, or “Freedom”, or “Patriotic” or a combination thereof has a tour of barnyard screenings of a documentary celebrating the trials of triumphs of the Bundy lead Malheur National Wildlife revolt, with some emphasis on the man who was shot as martyr.  (Looking up terms on google, I don’t believe it’s the film that was on PBS, but who knows?)

Sounds moderately interesting in that “interested in what you’re interested” kind of manner — how kitsch, rightwing propaganda of a hazy cause projected against a giant barn…  I could go, but the problem sits that I’m just afraid I’d see my high school yearbook editor there putting on the show who’d then want to sign me up for her newsletter… or something like that.

Actually not dissimilar from my disinclination years back to see the Youth Socialist Party (or some name like that) and a library room showing of “Ten Days that Shook the World”, the John Reed documentary on the Bolshevik Revolution.  Looks interesting enough, but… they’d think they have a recruit to Trotskyism.  (In passing, caught a glimpse of a hero worship frame-shot of Lenin and Trotsky storming into the screen.)

radio radio…

Sunday, March 4th, 2018

Appreciating the odd shifts of “Classic Rock” / “Album Oriented Rock” radio playlists, on what is considered “classic” now.  It’s not so much the idea that some 90s (for lack of a better term) “Nu Metal” slides through in the “what the demographic that was listening to Led Zeppelin at the time was listening to now” manner — that’s understandable enough.  It’s the sudden appearance of Twisted Sister — “We’re Not Going to Take It”, and Dio — “Rainbow in the Dark”, or… the music that was just passe at the time finds its way… sliding back into the mix.  Back in the day, you had Dio used as a punchline — playing at the South Park dance — the joke being, of course:  of no interest or use to the hep kids of South Park.

Beyond it… Rock appears to be dead.  For the Millionth Time. Or at least the variant thrown to whatever geo-socio-demographic this is fragmented down toward.

peaches 2

Saturday, January 20th, 2018

A bumper sticker.  “Who Is John Galt?”  By it is another bumper sticker.  “Impeach the Asshole”.  (Or… something of the ilk.  Not the Trump identified “ITMFAA”).

It’s an interesting query, because we have the sticker id-ed as belonging to a Libertarian, whether he slides in as a “socially liberal Republican” (definition of s-l term probably shifted since the overall phrase was coined) type, and one who’d just as soon swallow up a de-regulatory parts of Trump with the tax-cut the bottom line for some form of support, or he views him as just as socialistic as all his predecessors, I don’t know.

It could be a bumper sticker message left over from previous administrations, and one in perpetuity, until and probably past the day a Libertarian gets elected… a message for the overall disaffected.

He’s (and probably a he) probably not at any Impeachment march today.

overheard oversmeared

Friday, January 5th, 2018

“Well, finally Trump did something good.  California likes its pot, but he doesn’t like the pot, and neither do I.”

So says random elderly woman somewhere or other, voicing her support for the policy advancements of Jeff Sessions– which, as I’ve suggested — is the priorities that allows him to ignore any humiliations from the part of Trump.

Also it seems she’s somewhat representative of with her demographics’ politics, but no one else’s.

A different perspective:

“It’s … anti-statism, I say.  What works in Oregon doesn’t necessarily work for another country.”

Odd phrasing, may or not give away sympathizer of the Free Cascadia secession Movement.

the matter of Trump Man

Tuesday, August 29th, 2017

For the second time, I see the guy in a Trump t-shirt and a Trump cap.  What’s funny is it’s a different Trump t-shirt and different Trump cap, indicating he has a whole wardrobe of such stuff.

I don’t know how much I should be impressed at a statement of defiance in a hostile environment in and about Portland.  Or, I don’t know to what degree I should find him a boob.  I found people in Obama shirts and paraphenilia circa 2008 / 2009 to be boobs, and that was a president I largely approve.  (Just don’t think id-ing with a politico is a good statement.)  So.  Given the twin ills, do I fine him boobish or double boobish?