Sanders and Warren Team Up To DESTROY Bloomberg During Nevada Debate

Now then: How about a Warren/Sanders ticket? 'Twould give the Ladies a boost, and emphasize the Constitutional, patriotic, policy-centeredness of us "Bernie Bros." Provided, of course, that Mrs. Warren accept the far-leftness of our man Bernie. She did say, by way of delivering the first in a series of verbal mortal blows, that she'd "support any other candidate there present, except thee, Michael Bloomberg, who art but Trump-light." Which sounded like she'd accept the vice-presidency; it's my own conceit that she might as well be president.

Warren Eats Bloomberg ALIVE At Nevada Debate

Golly. No, I'd go with "dismemberment," not "dismantlement." Mrs. Warren rather hacks Bloomberg to death in front of us. 

Bernie Sanders Takes Double-Digit Lead

The die is cast. Will he be assassinated? Either Bernie's the best double agent in history, or he's for real: Grachii-ville. I don't see how the Evil Dominant Plutocracy can not kill him.

THROWBACK: Hitchens On The Morality Of Circumcision

Best of Christopher Hitchens Amazing Arguments And Clever Comebacks Part 2

Much as I despise Christopher Hitchens for his unconscionable defense of the Iraq war, I must admit that his War on Circumcision is sublime, cogent and utterly persuasive. 

Having A Boyfriend | Sarah Millican

What for Chrissakes is a Bum Towel? This fat woman is thought witty by a great number of the trailer trash that mostly inhabit the UK. But truthfully I wouldn't know. I can barely understand her. What I do understand is sickening, absolutely disgusting vulgarity. Toilet humor--in the sense of humor which belongs in the toilet, and is about toilets: Shite, as they say in Ireland. And which is, apparently, the very definition of humor in Britain. Not that we yanks don't have our own fat Amy Schumer--but we've learned to revile her.

Ladies--speaking of men's affections--take what's freely given, and nevermind what you're begrudged:

That is the lesson that women and trannies should be taking from The Great Mirror of Male Love; while cis-gender gay men of today, with a sigh of relief, can just relax behind the reassurance that their instinctual revulsion against the yin of things, has long since been validated independently, in the works of Ihara Saikaku. This does not mean, ladies and trannies, that you're being thrown under the bus, but it does mean that you are, in the normal course of things, disliked by as much as the majority of men...Not hated really, but coldly and civilly disliked--not loved--by a surprising number of straight men, as well, of course, as by most gay men. Tough nuggets. 

But so what? If I may slightly modify the Fascist dictator's motto "It doesn't matter if I am loved or respected, so long as I am feared," it doesn't matter that you, Mesdames, and your affairs, perhaps because of your inveterate deceit (as says, credibly, Arthur Schopenhauer), are disliked by men, so long as you are still, withal, respected by men and done no violence, insult or injury, by men. That's just how it is, when the sexes are dimorphic, with the one perpetually demanding to be loved, and the other always exacting order and obedience. Society, in my view,  with codified behaviour, and with the wonder and delight of Conversation, is an elegant and pleasant invention that resolves the tension between the sexes amiably, as if everything were in fun.

I became an atheist by degrees...

I began, at age eleven, after several weeks' reflection while taking a catechism class, by rejecting Christianity--but not just Christianity.  Actually, I began, before I quite realized that I believed not a word of the fundamental doctrines of Christianity, by utterly disbelieving that my heart was corrupt, or that I was sinful by nature, or that I needed "saving" from my sins. I then bethought me that, if I were sinful, and needed somehow to be "saved" from my sins, what divinity, besides myself I would choose to deliver me from my fallen fate? And without having to think about it really, I answered to myself, "Zeus or Apollo maybe--though I like Hermes/Mercury, as a personality, best." I found the sweet shepherd god (Jesus) sexually appealing--but nothing like the hot stuff of Zeus or Apollo (I was an eleven year old boy, after all, and I could easily see myself as Ganymede, or Hyacinth). But, like I say, I've always felt closest, in a friendly, fraternal, non-sexual sort of way to Mercurius Volans. Jesus Christ has always seemed to me to be morbid, a bit hysterical, and intellectually deficient, compared to his handsome, muscular and witty Greek and Roman counterparts. And it so happens that Hermes/Mercury is the only god I think I've ever seen (one Sunday morning, about 5:30, in June, 1968, Chinatown, San Francisco, floating in the air in the middle of the street). It's not that I think Flying Mercury would likely want to save me from my putative sins, but I'd feel comfortable talking to him about them.

Joe Rogan Experience #1373 - Kyle Kulinski

These are the painful facts. I especially like Kulinski's "Cheap State."

How Weed Legalization in California is Changing Cannabis Culture

It's always lovely when a civilization, after a long period of peace having accumulated a certain fat, begins simultaneously to decay and to flourish. It fills one at once with regret and admiration: la Douceur de vivre. What magical times. One of the signs that we are having an extra-ordinarily Sweet Moment, historically speaking, is that everybody looks well--you gotta admit, I think, that our lovely young millennials are extra-ordinarily fit, healthy and well groomed. They have personal trainers, for god's sakes. They pay people to help them look as good as they possibly can--And when they are 22 years old, with regular features and no disqualifying defects, they can look very good indeed.

Noam Chomsky Says Bernie Sanders Is Being CHEATED: "The Neoliberal Order...

Say it loud, Sister. Notice that we're, none of us (Noam, Bernie, nor me), exactly sanguine to predict it, but we all agree: that, if there were a way out of the sordid, bloody, barbaric mess that  unbridled corporatism has gotten us into,  what is called, just now, Progressivism would probably be it. And one notices, yes, a certain unglued quality in the response (maybe panicked is the word) of Neo-Liberals (Establishment Whores) to the sudden fierce popular rejection of the Status Quo. I'm thinking of the current implacable Mayoressa of Chicago, and her heart-stopping "Not 'Sometime Soon'--fuckin ¡NOW!" And she was obeyed. These, after all, are Revolutionary Times. 

Likewise there is something thrilling, in the instant exposure, via the Internet, of the various interconnected turpitudes (who was doing what for whom) in the scandalously created-for-the purpose-of-crashing vote-tabulation App in the recent Iowa Democrat primary caucuses--which in the past would have taken months or years to transpire, and is even now already, damagingly, dogging the principal miscreants and conspirators. Interestingly, and infuriatingly, the line of white pebbles through the forest in the night lead back to Hillary Rodham Clinton. What does our own Elena Ceausescu want? After her deserved defeat in 2016, she wouldn't be able to run for so much as dog-catcher in any town in America; she achieved, you might say, pariah-hood. So what is her interest in the "Shadow" vote tabulation app scandal (with its suffocating reek of misappropriation of  public funds)? Apparently, in a word, Malice. To do what harm she can. Funny how it stinks at the top.

Buttigieg's Snakey Stunt Comes Back To Bite Him

Ah! the two-word epithet that is turned, by analysis and discussion, into another two-word epithet: Snakey Stunt/Rat Move. I had never before, I think, heard of a Rat Move, but I understood what is meant by it the instant I heard it. Watching this video, bearing in mind that the subject--the man--so defined (Snake/Rat) is, by nature and in character, much less than a man--I can only hope that it does not also serve to remind the casual, vulgar, heterosexual majority of us that he's gay. He was graduated Magna Cum Laude at Harvard, remember, and was a Rhodes Scholar. Howbeit he remains a pathetic liar.