Sunday, January 21, 2018

How Long Can You Live In The Past

... and have any hope to be able to contribute to the present?

The WSJ has an article today about a new TV series which deals with the struggles of a female comic in the 1950s.

There, that's enough of a description. From that, you can probably derive the entire series. The penultimate paragraph of the article has this tidbit, which will be a surprise to precisely no one.
For the second season, “Maisel” will further explore gender dynamics in comedy...
My first reaction was to roll my eyes at one more lockstep show shoving progressive cultural talking points in my face. I thought about how utterly irrelevant the show was for dealing with the big issues of today - illegitimacy and its attendant pathologies, declining rates of marriage and Europe and Japan's unfolding demographic disasters. That's when the whole prog nostalgia obsession hit me. They're like middle-aged high school jocks, endlessly replaying their glory days in any way they can.

Great things were accomplished in the past. The environmental movement put an end to unchecked pollution, the civil rights movement stopped racism and feminism allowed women to pursue whatever path in life they wished. Just like the jock's faded glories, those problems are gone now. This is 2018, not 1964.

Here's something from today. It has 68,000,000 views and the artist, Kendrick Lamar, played the halftime show at the NCAAF championship game this year. That degrading dirge is part of the dominant culture in 2018, at least the one outside of the elite's bubble. It's not a healthy culture at all. Are the progressives trying to help? Nope. They're stuck in the past, looking to play the 1964 league title game against Central High one more time, throw one more winning touchdown pass, date that cheerleader again.

When you tell them it's no longer 1964, that's when they scream "Racist!" and "Sexist!" at you. Like the overweight and balding former QB, forever defined by the trophies on his rec room shelf, any suggestion that those days are gone is met with rage and denial. Sadly, they have the power to enforce that denial on the rest of us.

It's not just that we're bombarded by the elites' monolithic point of view, it's that they are, as the song goes, living in the past and demanding we do so as well.

Saturday, January 20, 2018

With Fried Chicken Breading, Less Is More

Yesterday was Lee's birthday, so we celebrated* with fried chicken and cathead biscuits.

Let's get the biscuits out of the way first. They were delicious, but horribly misshapen. My wife and her friend lectured me as I worked the dough and formed the biscuits about how I was doing it all wrong. That was because I was doing it all wrong. I need to work on it. On to the chicken.

When I was in Florida a month ago, I went to lunch at Po' Folks, a Southern restaurant, and had the best fried chicken I had ever tasted. Instead of being thick and crunchy, the coating was very thin and crunchy. It made all the difference in the world. Thick coatings have a lot of flavor, but you can only eat so much of it before the ambient grease fills you up or starts making you nauseous.

Last night, I put that lesson into action. In the past, my prep sequence was:
  1. Seasoned flour**
  2. Egg wash
  3. Panko breading
Last night, I did:
  1. Buttermilk soak
  2. Seasoned flour
The end result was excellent. Everyone enjoyed the meal, even the biscuits.

The crust still came out substantial. You wouldn't have known I was trying to be a minimalist.
So no more Panko breading for me. My only question now is what am I going to do with three boxes of Panko bread crumbs in my pantry?

* - I celebrated. My wife and our friends came along for the food. :-)

** - After having done this for a while, I now shotgun my seasoned flour. It's heavy on the paprika and then has whatever spices I feel like adding in varying amounts. Last night was, in no particular order, garlic, cayenne, salt, pepper, oregano, thyme. I think.

Friday, January 19, 2018

Maybe We Could House The Homeless On The Bullet Train

LOL! Nothing matters.

I thought of that when I saw the video below and this news story.

I had thought I was inured to homeless encampments having seen what I thought was a really big one here in San Diego. That one in Orange County is simply mind-boggling. I recently saw what LA's Skid Row has become and it's far worse than Orange County's camp. California has the highest poverty rate in the country, above even the mouth-breathing, redneck, bigot states of Arkansas, Mississippi and Alabama.

That link, in case you don't want to visit it, takes you to an LA Times story about a massive cost overrun on the California High Speed Rail project. It's costing well over $10B to build the section from Merced (pop 81,000) to Bakersfield (pop 464,000). If you don't know Cali geography, those are in the sparsely populated center of the state. There's no purpose to that section of track other than to provide an easy win in construction. It turned out to be not-so-easy.

Then there's the return of the drought. We haven't built a new water storage or transport system in decades, so much of last year's rainfall was lost when it could have been stored.

Meanwhile, the state is going all-in on illegal immigrants and fought the tax bill which, in the end, will cause wealthy people to leave.

I don't know that anyone cares. This isn't on Twitter, doesn't involve President Trump and isn't racial, so who cares?

Basic competence at providing essential services and dealing with high-priority issues? Please! We have high-speed rail and the the fights against whiteness and the patriarchy to occupy us. We don't have time for anything as trivial as these things.

Thursday, January 18, 2018

Canine Cultural Appropriation

I made Bangers and Mash last night. It came out quite well, but there was a moment of cultural conflict in our house as our smaller Chihuahua wanted to appropriate them.

Wednesday, January 17, 2018

Photos From Today's White Supremacist Rally And March In San Diego

Yesterday, Senator Corey Booker went off on some chick whose name I don't know and am too lazy to find. The topic was something about a place where they literally eat dirt, but Corey went right to the heart of the matter: white supremacists.

Here, Corey shows us all how enraged he was at white supremacists who use mild swear words.
I thought the whole thing was surreal. Even as his face began to contort in rage, I could see where his screaming was going to go even though the topic of eating dirt was seemingly disconnected from white supremacists. Further, as he yelled about crying over the s-word (or something like that), I wondered if I had heard it out of context. I couldn't recall a single white supremacist gathering of even a dozen of the creatures ever happening within 100 miles of me.

How wrong I was.

Things got real today in San Diego. Waving swastika flags where the swastikas were made up of tiny Confederate flags whose stars were even tinier swastikas, white supremacists gathered, marched, chanted slogans and terrorized the city. It was horrible. No wonder colorful people of color in colorful communities of color are living in fear. Below are the photos I was able to take as I made my way through the enraged mobs of Nazi racists.

I'll never see my home town the same way again.

The supremacists started their march here. You can't quite see how big the crowd was from this shot. It was probably a good 50% larger than it looks. I barely had time to use my coupons at Vons as I bought a week's worth of groceries, returned some shellfish that weren't fresh when I bought them the day before, rented a Rug Doctor and got a propane tank filled before I fled in terror.

Here, you can see them marching under their banners of hate. This is a lot more hate than I'm used to seeing in San Diego. It shocked me.

Even quiet neighborhoods were not spared.

More shots from the march. I tried to interview one of them, but he just snarled at me and walked on.

Peaceful, tree-lined streets in America's Finest City were turned into hellish scenes of hate-filled hate. It's hard to describe just how afraid I was at seeing them rallying here on this street. Tonight, I'm going to talk to my wife about moving to somewhere more tolerant and loving. Like Iran.

Tuesday, January 16, 2018

I Love San Francisco

Actually, I love this video from J P. I had other things to blog this morning, but this is worth a share. I'll catch you tomorrow with something original, I (almost) promise. Enjoy!

Monday, January 15, 2018

Exxon Should Sue New York City

... because it would make a lot more sense than this.
The New York City government is suing the world’s five largest publicly traded oil companies, seeking to hold them responsible for present and future damage to the city from climate change.

The suit, filed Tuesday against BP, Chevron, Conoco-Phillips, ExxonMobil and Royal Dutch Shell, claims the companies together produced 11 percent of all of global-warming gases through the oil and gas products they have sold over the years. It also charges that the companies and the industry they are part of have known for some time about the consequences but sought to obscure them.
This has all kinds of problems. It would make a lot more sense for Exxon to sue them.

For one thing, Exxon just delivers the raw materials. As such, they contribute hardly anything to Global Warming Climate Change. If New Yorkers just left them in the gas station holding tanks, everything would be fine, but no, they have to deliberately pump them into their cars and then they drive around, on purpose, converting perfectly innocent hydrocarbons into CO2.

If I'm attacked by a knife-wielding maniac, can I sue Cutco for making the knife? I don't think so. It is the act which is criminal, not the weapon.

Second, who has more ability to influence the population? Is it Exxon with it's anodyne commercials during sporting events which, if they mention Global Warming Climate Change at all, make an effort to talk about how they are fighting it? Or is it the City of New York which runs public education and fills students' heads with whatever mush the prog activists are ranting about today? I'm going with the City of New York.

According to the National Council for Education Statistics, the average school day is 6.64 hours long and the average school year is 180 days. From Kindergarten to High School graduation is 13 years. That works out to 15,537.6 hours spend listening to propaganda from the City of New York or, more relevantly, 932,256 minutes.

Imagine the cost of buying that much air time to compete with the city's indoctrination campaigns. Preposterous.

I'm not even going to bother with the low-hanging fruit of the city's use of petroleum products in their various vehicle fleets. That's so obvious that it's not worthwhile.

There ought to be a countersuit in here somewhere, if for nothing else than for bringing a nuisance lawsuit against the oil companies.

After Exxon sued New York City into bankruptcy, many union members found themselves without jobs, pensions and opportunities for graft. That development was met with vigorous disapproval.