Wednesday, December 23, 2020

Tuesday, December 1, 2020

#1 ON THE XMAS WISH LIST FOR 2020!!!!!!


 SANTA BRING ME THIS PIECE OF CRAP                                  PUH-LEEZ!!!!!!!!

Friday, November 27, 2020

Let the Jolly Begin!!!


 A Rollicking Xmas Classic to Begin the Season!!!

Wednesday, November 18, 2020

Ghost Riders in the Sky - The Rhyth-O-Matics


Ok, so it's not Halloween, but nice horns in the solos.



 

Wednesday, September 9, 2020

One Hundred and Thirty




                      HAPPY 130TH BIRTHDAY HARLAND!

Friday, August 28, 2020

ONE HUNDRED AND THREE


                            HAPPY BIRTHDAY JACK KIRBY!!!

Monday, August 17, 2020

Come fly with me...

           FOR FUTURE REFERENCE

                                       Countries with no extradition treaties with U.S.                                          

Afghanistan, Algeria, Andorra, Angola, Armenia, Bahrain, Bangladesh, Belarus, Bosnia and Herzegovina, Brunei, Burkina Faso, Burma, Burundi, Cambodia, Cameroon, Cape Verde, the Central African Republic, Chad, Mainland China, Comoros, Congo (Kinshasa), Congo (Brazzaville), Djibouti, Equatorial Guinea, Eritrea, Ethiopia, Gabon, Guinea, Guinea-Bissau, Indonesia, Ivory Coast, Kazakhstan, Kosovo, Kuwait, Laos, Lebanon, Libya, Macedonia, Madagascar, Maldives, Mali, Marshall Islands, Mauritania, Micronesia, Moldova, Mongolia, Montenegro, Morocco, Mozambique, Namibia, Nepal, Niger, Oman, Qatar, Russia, Rwanda, Samoa, São Tomé & Príncipe, Saudi Arabia, Senegal, Serbia, Somalia, Sudan, Syria, Togo, Tunisia, Uganda, Ukraine, United Arab Emirates, Uzbekistan, Vanuatu, Vatican, Vietnam and Yemen.

                    This may save time later on....

Friday, August 7, 2020

Wednesday, July 8, 2020

A Game to Play at Home!!!!




 OK KIDS    TIME TO PLAY "SIMON SAYS"

                

Friday, May 22, 2020

Monday, May 11, 2020

R.I.P.

                                    Dr. Brian Slator
                                                          October 29,1952 to May 1,2020
                                                                      Best of possible friends,
                                                                              Thespian
                                                     (Slayer of Goliath, Mussolini, Batman, etc.)
                                                                     Computer Science Whiz,
                                                                          Game King Guy,
                                                                          Conventioneer,
                                                                              Husband,
                                                                                Father,
                                                                               Author,
                                                                             Raconteur,
                                                                            Adventurer,
                                                     and Damn Fine Soo Line Railroad Lineman!
                                                                       DAAAARGH!!!!
                                                         Loved by all and missed immeasurably.

Sunday, May 3, 2020

Le Z? WEE!!!

                            LAUGHTER!

Sunday, April 26, 2020

Drip Dry Drollery

                                                   TEE!  HEE!!  HEE!!!

Monday, April 20, 2020

Shovel off to Bafflement

                                        HYUK!    HYUK!!     HYUK!!!

Monday, April 13, 2020

Post Beetster

 
HAR   HAR   HAR!!!

Wednesday, April 8, 2020

Monday, April 6, 2020

April Trimmings...

                   HAW!  HAW!!    HAW!!!     

Monday, March 30, 2020

The Beets Go On.........






































                                   HUMOR        HA!HA!HA!

Wednesday, March 25, 2020


In the Year of the Rat


But what about the morality of hoarding products that can prevent the spread of the virus, just to turn a profit?Colvin said he was simply fixing "inefficiencies in the marketplace." Some areas of the country need these products more than others, and he's helping send the supply toward the demand.He thought about it more."I honestly feel like it's a public service," he added. "I'm being paid for my public service."Jack Nicas, New York Times "17,700 bottles of hand sanitizer; nowhere to sell them"


Prediction is an essential skill for anyone charged with the planning of production. It is made easier by a monopoly but it is never possible to remove all uncertainty from the future. If it cannot escape our control in gross it will do so in the minute.


Foretelling the future is an intellectual skill historically presented as granted by the gods but, in the feast of private accumulation that is latter day capitalism, it is refined with all the tools of science into libraries of algorithms that must be entrusted to machines in order to complete before the predicted future arrives milliseconds later.


The brothers Colvin assembled their scheme without such assistance. It required, in fact, nothing more than recourse to numerous "little hole-in-the-wall dollar stores in the backwoods". Such strokes of genius are typically celebrated in the press as an indication of initiative, may even qualify for inclusion on their application should either decide to pursue an MBA, although their homespun economics nuggets make me think they already have been exposed to at least mainstream Econ101.


But, and here we pause to contemplate the semicolon of the title, their plan came to nothing. Worse than nothing. Failure to make the predicted "crazy money", loss of all capital, and public disgrace, maybe partial redemption for the curtain call donation to public institutions.


What did they miss?


At first glance they have obviously overlooked the ethics of their scheme. It's not surprising. Morally questionable commerce will usually get a pass whether it's found on this side of the law or the other. Up to a point. The brothers correctly predicted the surge of demand for sanitizer that the new virus would create but they completely failed to see the moral shift it would bring about.


It is the failure to see the road ahead that drew my interest to this story. The abundance of political blindness that has been evident across the globe is not entirely surprising and has been the subject of fierce criticism and valiant attempts at correction by medical personnel, local authorities, and the general population. It will be a fascinating part of the history of this pandemic.


But there is more at work here than the immediate battle being waged in our communities and in the markets. I think we are seeing a political economic break which is new to this world and which will be working itself out for years to come.


In the first place, contradiction is usually kept aloof from things, the sphere of being and of truth generally; it is asserted that there is nothing that is contradictory. Secondly, it is shifted into subjective reflection by which it is first posited in the process of relating and comparing. But even in this reflection, it does not really exist, for it is said that the contradictory cannot be imagined or thought. Whether it occurs in actual things or in reflective thinking, it ranks in general as a contingency, a kind of abnormality and a passing paroxysm of sickness.Hegel, The Science of Logic, Book II, Ch 2, Section 1


In the March 15 debate Biden was determined to limit the measures that would be required to protect the country from the catastrophic effects of the new virus.


You were asking about the crisis, what are we going to do about the crisis now? Which is incredibly consequential to millions and millions of Americans. And it's not going to be policy now. It's not going to be solved by a change in how we deal with healthcare. It's got to be solved with an emergency need right now. Right now, what do we do?


In other words, the prediction is of a health crisis of unknown duration followed by a return to the status quo. Almost universally the economic predictions take a similar course. Since this is an emergency everything is permitted but none of it will need to be kept in place once the emergency is past. This is wishful thinking for the ruling class. The working class must take a different view and I predict they will.


In a pure market crisis there is a rapid shedding of value but the relations of production hold fast. The loss is spread widely but unevenly across capital while workers, who may be laid off or remain on the job, all feel the loss of their bargaining position. Today we are seeing the emergence of contradiction far beyond what has been understood historically as a crash.


Across the globe production for profit, the essential activity of capitalism, is chunk by chunk grinding to a stop. Where production continues it does so because it is production of socially necessary use value. Not to say that no one is making a profit but an enormous part of capital is locked out, idled by official decree, by the evaporation of demand, or by worker refusal to remain on the line.


While only a few continue making money, at the same time, money pours forth to satisfy essential social needs. Debt is forgiven, at least for the time being. And this is not for the aged and the infirm only. It is not only for those who are often regarded as unworthy. It rains down upon the just and the unjust alike. Capital races to the head of the line to replenish its shrinking coffers to no one’s surprise but, unlike the preceding market panic, in this one it seems that everybody gets paid.


The most carefully guarded link in the ideological chain of international capital is being broken, the one between wages and profits. Everywhere, at the same time, we are viewers at the spectacle of production for social needs not for surplus value. We will not be surprised the bosses view this all as "crisis … not policy".


If we shadows have offended,Think but this, and all is mended-That you have but slumb'red hereWhile these visions did appear.And this weak and idle theme,No more yielding but a dream,Gentles, do not reprehend.If you pardon, we will mend.


We live, or once did anyway, in a world of political and economic predictability. And predictions of a rebound from this crisis are standard fare. The premise for these forecasts is a world without contradiction. Instead let's imagine one where each concession that capital has made for the sake of stability is clung to tenaciously when it inevitably attempts to withdraw it. They have no concept of a world where the needs of society govern production but we do and the coming months will be hard but instructive as never before.


As I write, alarms are sounding in the sanctuaries of capital to rally against this dry season, to implore the spirits of gain for the restoration of the steady rain of surplus value. The workforce, the source of value, is being called upon for sacrifice. In Chinese astrology the rat signifies abundance and wealth. The question for us now is whose abundance, whose wealth?

Wednesday, March 18, 2020

Tuesday, February 25, 2020

Tuesday, February 4, 2020

I WON!!!

                    LET'S CELEBRATE!!!!
                          WOO-HOO!!!!

Monday, January 27, 2020

Down in the TubeStation

We'll be the passenger
We'll ride through the city tonight
See the city's ripped backsides
We'll see the bright and hollow sky



The Passenger awaits at Henton


Central London


The Black Line loops the City


The Colonel savors the Year of the Rat


But beware, at midnight, those of too many right wing meetings.






Sunday, January 19, 2020

Tuesday, January 7, 2020

Use No Army Now


The wall falls back into the moat.
Use no army now.
Make your commands known within your own town.
Perseverance brings humiliation.
The I Ching, 11. T'ai / Peace

What is Trump's foreign policy? As always we need to look at the staging, policy as performance. There is little appetite in his audience for the wars at the edges of the American empire. He played to this as part of his dismissal of his primary opponents, conventional imperialists to a man. In the election and still today a part of his support comes from distrust of the hawks of both parties.

If, however, you are among the faithful at his rallies it is not because you are taking a principled stand against imperialism. Nationalism does not contradict imperialism. It stands always ready to be of service to it so long as it gets its cut.

In the crowds on both sides of the partisan divide in America there is war weariness. There is understanding that the ability to obliterate does not bring security and does not bring prosperity. But the ebb tide of the empire is viewed by Trump's audience through the same inversion which encloses them in service to the class which collects the benefits that still accrue to the masters of war.

The reversals of fortune suffered by the American empire in recent decades are not seen as occurring in an economic system that has aged beyond its utility to the world's people. One that specializes in destruction when the world requires, instead, advances in cooperation.

Trump is a poor cousin in the global ruling class and it gnaws at him. In revenge he has taken up the mantle of those who are excluded by their betters but would bargain for a bigger slice of the pie by savaging workers who have not, like themselves, given up their political program in deference to capital.

While the manifesto of the rally is above all directed at domestic enemies it leaves a window through which to view a foreign policy. The elaborate and careful plans of the empire and, in particular, its requirements for vast treasure go unchallenged. But patience for the status quo, or for an orderly withdrawal, or for strategies of slow encirclement, whatever the councils of state have made solemn agreement upon is swept aside when a crisis is unveiled to the masses and, therefore, to Trump.

Since capital cannot be faulted its previous executives must bear the blame. The country is exhausted and warped by the “unending wars”, by the efforts that are demanded by the guardians of empire in order to maintain a status quo that has long been no more than a slow failure. The working class, global and socialist, knows there is no resolution to the crisis without peace. Even Trump’s audience cheers to bring the troops home, not to feed them to the flames.

But in this dead end imperialism takes refuge in the psychotic, suicidal break that it always prefers to any future without the limitless accumulation of wealth in the hands of its patrons. From Roy Cohn Trump learned to never admit defeat. He has reached the point in his presidency where he can no longer evade the glaring limitations of American power. He would stand defeated before his adoring public by admitting that he has no more up his sleeve than did Obama, or Bush, or any president in recent memory. That he will never wade ashore like Douglas MacArthur.

Bush Jr. was similarly cornered and was persuaded that the destruction of Iraq would solve the puzzle. It didn’t. And now many of the same advisers and certainly the same delusion has found an ear with his idiot successor. The world revolted against Bush’s war but was unable to prevent it. Has enough been learned in the last 17 years for there to be a different outcome this time?

Then again, in the polysemantic universe of Trump discourse, the biggest snares to war may arise from within the palace itself. There, imperial expertise has no stability and the pronouncements from the throne refer to nothing outside the moment. But beyond performance there is reality. And it has brought us all to a point where the world caves in, or Trump collapses, or both. 

Monday, January 6, 2020

Filosophia Cortesana de Alonso de Barros


https://fleurtyherald.wordpress.com/2013/07/31/translation-of-the-filosofia-cortesana-game-board/

Presented to the King of Spain as a gift from the Medici in 1588.

Square 23 - "It is not called work if you can quit when you want"
Square 53 - "All luck ends badly in the house where there is poverty"

Thursday, January 2, 2020

Madness at the Mall

I yust go nuts at Christmoose

Feeding the Beast

Queen of the Mall



See You Next Year