We are a commune of inquiring, skeptical, politically centrist, capitalist, anglophile, traditionalist New England Yankee humans, humanoids, and animals with many interests beyond and above politics. Each of us has had a high-school education (or GED), but all had ADD so didn't pay attention very well, especially the dogs. Each one of us does "try my best to be just like I am," and none of us enjoys working for others, including for Maggie, from whom we receive neither a nickel nor a dime. Freedom from nags, cranks, government, do-gooders, control-freaks and idiots is all that we ask for.
Here's his post on X. He is a major Dem donor, but learning how things work:
The story was published this morning. Despite my hopes, my optimism was misplaced as the public has been again misled, important issues are not addressed fairly or accurately, and false impressions have therefore been created in the minds of readers about important issues.
Some readers know Bulldog from our Urban Hikes. Good pal with a cool wife. We'll try to take out trolls, but we do not mind differing opinions.
My wife had a wonderful call with Bird Dog last week prior to my surgery. Short form news - I had 3 mm cancer tumor removed from left brain. I'm getting better. Good conversations, good improvement for now. Feeling healthy. Doing calls, texts, but I have small words, conversations and learning to improve.
Business, politics, history and other reading have been improving, accurate and on style. I have moved to positivity, facts, truth and honesty and goodness. Except for trolls on Maggie's.
My statement(s) for now are the doctor asked me to start writing more as time goes by. I will try to do so as I recover, as my surgeons are pushing. My intelligence, even my company said (as did many business partners) "holy crap - you've been AMAZING" because my work and knowledge has been amazing and my company will have a massive growth this year with the work I've done while I take a recovery break from stuff with them.
My long term life - we'll see what happens. I will reiterate I love all of you - you've all been great readers, thinkers, and followers for years and while business the last 3 years has kept me from writing a lot, I want to let you all know I respect all of you, when you've engaged the kindness and love and sharing.
All the best - we'll stay in touch! I want positives, goodness and love. No trolls, please.
I liked what Jeff Spurgeon said on WQXR this morning: "There was a ball game last night. Good fun." I bet on Taylor Swift, of course. Whoever she is. I have never dated her or heard her music.
Mrs. BD has been whipping up an onion Focaccia to go with Sunday Chili. Some other things too, including a mortadella canape thing that Marcella liked, with cornichons.
Yes, I prefer cornbread with barbecue, but focaccia is good with Texas Chile. My main job was to slice onions very thin on the mandolin which is the only instrument I can play.
Like all breads, focaccia takes a while. If you do the bake part on a stone thing, you get the good burnt bottom. Best with lots of kosher salt on top.
It seems like it was the origin of pizza. Romans, Greeks, etc made this simple bread and put various toppings on it with olive oil - rosemary, garlic, onions, cheese, mushrooms - whatever. Of course, they had no tomatoes but when they got them in the 1600s they loved them, in my view, too much.
9:2 Six days later, Jesus took with him Peter and James and John, and led them up a high mountain apart, by themselves. And he was transfigured before them,
9:3 and his clothes became dazzling white, such as no one on earth could bleach them.
9:4 And there appeared to them Elijah with Moses, who were talking with Jesus.
9:5 Then Peter said to Jesus, "Rabbi, it is good for us to be here; let us make three dwellings, one for you, one for Moses, and one for Elijah."
9:6 He did not know what to say, for they were terrified.
9:7 Then a cloud overshadowed them, and from the cloud there came a voice, "This is my Son, the Beloved; listen to him!"
9:8 Suddenly when they looked around, they saw no one with them any more, but only Jesus.
9:9 As they were coming down the mountain, he ordered them to tell no one about what they had seen, until after the Son of Man had risen from the dead.
Does anybody think Mann's "Hockey Stick" is real? Scared to say it's bs now? What % of "studies" turn out to be correct? Skeptical is never wrong. That's been my bias since studies claimed broccoli causes cancer. I still enjoy reporting those studies.
Another excuse to throw a Party, I guess. Why not, if you have a big TV (which we don't).
I have been thinking about the right food though. Barbecue seems right to me: Short ribs, spare ribs, baby back ribs - all the other ribs, brisket, maybe barbecue chicken too. Yeah, salsa and chips, corn bread, corn pudding, cole slaw, whatever.
No guacamole for me, thank you.
For a good time-waster, it's kinda fun to check out barbecue Youtubes. Many styles and ways to do it - oven, grill, fast, slow, smoked - and all delicious.
We linked to a piece about the Israeli police this morning. It's not a good idea to assault Israeli police.
Civilization - civilized behavior - is a thin veneer. At the extremes, if we aren't armed, all we have is the thin blue line. I happen to be armed at home. I can legally carry, but I don't bother. I believe I can not legally carry in NY State anyway and Mrs. BD and I do love visiting NYC. Plus 2 of our kids live there quite happily.
I don't know the details of NYC police protocol, and I am not saying that these guys should have been shot (maybe), but should they have been tased and roughed up at the very least? As a relatively law-abiding citizen, I do not expect to put up with this behavior. It could be police, or it could be me.
Would not bother me at all if the cops had shot the bad guys. What good would jail do? In Rikers, you'd get macho points, respect, for assaulting a police officer.
Our English bibles are titled "Holy Bible," so it matters. Might be a translation from Latin or Greek or something, but from what? I get that "holy" is a Germanic term, later anglicized by those Anglo-Saxons. It seemed to mean whole or complete or, by extension God-connected in some special way, like Heilige Nacht.
Having been raised Protestant, I do not quite get the ideas of holy or sacred. They feel like kind of pagan terms to me, like the unapproachable statues of Athena or Apollo in Greek temples, or the Holy Cow, and there are the Holy Roman Empire and the Holy Grail and The Holy Land. I guess the ideas I was raised with do not connect much that is material with the transcendent - except Jesus - but what do I know or understand? Not much, but I do appreciate CS Lewis' discussions about imagination and every kind of mental life.
I am not a materialist. I do not understand existence at all but I feel it's beyond normal, or beyond human comprehension.
Well, the whole world has always been crazy about wealth and power. That's what "History" is about anyway. It's a soap opera. I think most of my European ancestors were serfs, but Protestant merchants by the time they sailed to the US. History doesn't care much about regular people. Of course, I have my share of Viking blood which has not done me any good.
Europe did not have much to offer the world until the Renaissance in Italy. Given the big world, Europe was sort of a backwater.
I should have seen this thing before I took Medieval History in high school because I had no context:
I Was Told to Approve All Teen Gender Transitions. I Refused. For six years I worked at a hospital that said all teenagers with gender dysphoria must be affirmed. I quit my job to blow the whistle.
As much as I enjoy The Great Courses, I am happy to see Hillsdale put its own courses online, free.
I am in the middle of their Basic Chemistry course. Good fun, but not a real college Chemistry 101 course.
Yeah, the Periodic Table is remarkable.
You might be different, but in secondary school and college, I always would have benefited from a broad overview before going into the weeds. Hillsdale's Chem series is like that.
Too late have I loved you, O Beauty so ancient, O Beauty so new. Too late have I loved you! You were within me but I was outside myself, and there I sought you!
In my weakness I ran after the beauty of the things you have made. You were with me, and I was not with you. The things you have made kept me from you, the things which would have no being unless they existed in you!
You have called, you have cried, and you have pierced my deafness. You have radiated forth, you have shined out brightly, and you have dispelled my blindness.
You have sent forth your fragrance, and I have breathed it in, and I long for you. I have tasted you, and I hunger and thirst for you. You have touched me, and I ardently desire your peace.
Every 5 or 6 months, we are due a Costco expedition. Clothes soap, dish soap, ketchup, capers. ribeyes, lamb chops, excellent olive oil and butter, Irish cheese, Mexican coffee, good still hot baguettes - all that good stuff. Mrs. BD sorta wanted a big screen TV because they are so cheap, but I pointed out that we never do TV.
My gym trainer teases me that I'm not a real American if I don't watch TV at night. He likes football. To each, his or her own. The thing about Costco is that there are people from everywhere in the world of every imagineable language, color, size, age, and shape. Amazing, everybody enjoying the abbondanza.
It is interesting to feel like a minority but it just sorta amuses me. Not Mrs. BD so much.
I liked what Jeff Spurgeon said on WQXR this morning: "There was a ball game last night. Good fun." I bet on Taylor Swift, of course. Whoever she is. I have never dated her or heard her music.
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