I've written almost 40 restaruant reviews over at Yelp. It's about all I can do because my job is giving me frustrations that I can't write about. I also have huge compositions in draft that I can't work my way through. I'm frustrated with the loss of my Amis book, and I'm home doing more gaming than I have in a while. So the only thing that comes out of me these days are missives on Cotton and restaurants in the hood.
Everybody seems to be impressed that Obama is raising multimillions. Does that make him a sell-out or is he playing the same game as the rest of the gang? I haven't seen the question raised, which means people are afraid of thinking of him as a mainstream candidate. But we still can't call him 'magic' even though that's exactly what the pundits on Left, Right and Center did yesterday.
Speaking of Left, I resubscribed to Sean Paul Kelly the other day and it's very hard to take. I don't understand why lefties beat the same drums so loudly. I thought about this in consideration of the defense of Ahmadinijad's release of the British captives and bringing up questions of Abu Ghraib. That's astounding enough to merit a piece, but all I'm going to say is that it really didn't matter to me if they were tortured or not or whether we 'brought that upon ourselves', we meaning the Coalition of the Willing. The ROE should have allowed the British warship to sink whatever it was the Iranian kidnappers were driving.. and the blatant act of aggression by the Iranians should have been met with Israeli-like (or greater than that) overwhelming response followed by an immediate stand-down. As Sean Connery said: "That's the Chicago way". But I mean, this guy on the left is justifying the Iranians based on Mossedegh in 1953, and so are a lot of other people. Incredible.
I just finished "Why I Love Conservatives" by Bruce Fleming and that has been very illuminating even though its a few years old. It gives some indication of the deep structural differences between liberals and conservatives which are very useful tools. I've been talking about modernism in such terms. I think I'm going to take the insights and use them to show why blackfolks are conservative. I know the answer.
As part of my pledge, which I haven't done much of this year owing to being on a plane about 8 of the past 12 Sundays, I'm going to a new never before been to church for Easter. Some joint in Long Beach. Then brunch with the Joneses, and then home to ham. Damn, I forgot to call my mother. Too bad we don't have any sun. I need a new picture of my babies. Speaking of which, I'm going to have to definitely get Boy a new cell phone.
I gave him a good dressing down and pep talk about judgment. We're going to be working on his judgment skills for the next several years. The angle is that he should be able to know exactly what his mother and I would say about every situation, and until he can start saying those things aloud with confidence then he is going to be bound by strict baby-style rules and nagging. He's going to have to internalize our rants and rules until he gets it. Which means the Spousal Unit and I are going to have to synchronize watches a bit more frequently. Still the basic formula is in tact, she handles all of the details, and I handle the big stuff. As they grow, they pass more into my territory of action and control but not until they pass through Mommy Micromanagement do they get to the Big Daddy School of Hard Ass Pragmatism. Hopefully we'll shepherd them into Cobbian Wisdom, but that's after college.
I took Boy to see 300 last weekend and I have to admit it is less than half the movie it was the second time around. It just loses all form and shape when you're not eyeballing it for the first time. It seems every bit as cartoonish as humorless critics accused it of being. Speaking of humorless left critics, I believe that for some of them this image was in the backs of their pointy heads, some Nazi art by Arno Brecker. Fortunately that episode was at the end of the day at the Point Mugu Air Show which was a huge success and entertaining as all get out. I took a huge number of photos and video but since Cotton was on my mind, I never wrote the appropriate piece. Bottom line on that, there is nothing so amazing as watching an F-22 Raptor do a high G turn at just the angle away from the stands so that the jet wash hits you in the crowd.
Otherwise, things are cool. I have appropriated two bass lines from George Clinton and am basking in the peaceful feeling of playing along to two of the greatest funk anthems of all time. Oh no, not the Moose!
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