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Friday, July 3, 2015


Beating the heat with hot pants

Monday, June 29, 2015

Living in assisted living

Thursday, June 25, 2015

Kay exercises. A irst

Sight seeing on way home  after seeing Kay.


Wednesday, June 24, 2015

Kay, Romanesque in Tacoma



The last few pictures in the video are of the Federal court house....  I happened to take them when we were passing by one day.  Note the crosses in the windows. Where is the ACLU when we need them.Tacoma made the Federal court house ojt of an old railroad station when it was no longer needed as a rr station.  Tacoma has many buildings made out of this red Roman brick.  Tacoma ever burned to the ground like SF or Seattle did so all the old buildings are still with us unless they were torn down and not saved..

Tuesday, June 23, 2015

Kay was proud of herself



Kay did great today.  I think she was proud of herself.









St Valentines day

Tacoma Fog earlier this year







Monday, June 22, 2015

Tacoma at sunrise Kay ok.

Tacoma at sunrise.  Kay in good spirits.  I can not get her to talk


Sunday, June 21, 2015

Friday, June 19, 2015

Kay on Friday.



Followig is the intrduction to a 55 minute video with the music removed.  Google will not let me include the music.  I will send free to anyone who might like to see what it is all about with the audio included.  Actually the audio narrative is  included because my voice is permissible.  I think the message is worth reading. I just looked at it and it is terrible.  google destroyed it.  Maybe when you look at it it will be ok.  Also google puts their garbage in place of my video


I am adding this to find out if this will stop google from adding their garbage to the end of my video.   Probably not but it is a try. I may go to Facebook for posting my daily updates and and say to heck with google.It ;looks like google also  destroyed the quality.


Thursday, June 18, 2015

Short Visit

No video today as the one I did did not transfer then got deleted in the transfer process.  I  had an hour visit today.  Exercises start about 9 45 and I take her back to her room at 10 10 or 15 to get ready to  catch the return bus.  Some times it is late geting there so I may have a few minutes longer before I go down to get the bus.  So  with the short visit then the exercises we didn't have much else to do.  I am going to see if I can spend more time with her and also find out what other activities that might be going on and time some visits at that time so we can do more things together.  I do not get less lonesome the longer we are apart durng the evening.  I am always thinking of her after dinner in my room.  She needs to be near someone she knows.  I must find a way to do that

Wednesday, June 17, 2015

Back to normal


Kay back to normal. For her

Tuesday, June 16, 2015

Back to her old self.

No video today.  Kay was in the dining room and in good spirits.  I took her to the setee next to her room and she was back to her old self when it came to eating truffles.  The first one whole.  She also ate most of a cracker but that was all she ate.  Her walk was much better.  Rather most of it was.  After a little while she got slow again.  We attended the exercises and news.  I left her in good spirits and she smiled when I told her good bye.

Monday, June 15, 2015

Kay flying lsson, gets sick


Kay takes aflying lesson in former times.

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Sunday, June 14, 2015

Kay did two things today.


Kay did two things today One good the other no.


Let us salute the flag

Another article by Fred Reed that might raise the ire of some people.  However if you had been blinded in VietNam like he has you might have a different perspective.   The 4th of July  is coming up but I have noticed the younger generations don't have a clue what it is supposed to mean.  It's just another day off to most I know.
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Let Us Salute the Flag

On the Nobility of Motives

June 13, 2015
Aaaagh! Enough. I keep reading that I should Honor Our Troops. On airline flights, I am asked to applaud Our Young Men in Uniform. Why, for God’s sake? What have Our Troops done for me except cause me great embarrassment, cost money better spent on anything else, and kill millions of people that I have had no interest in killing? For this I am to thank them?
No, they don’t have noble motives. Men join the military because they need a job, because they want money for college or because they are bored or want to prove their manhood or go to exotic places and get laid. Basic training, jump school, being a tank gunner or doing nocturnal scuba insertions are much more appealing to a young man than selling fan belts at the NAPA outlet.
Patriotism? “Love of country” is an after-market add-on, good for a drink or a pat on the back at the Legion--nothing more than an expression of the pack instinct that makes men in all places and times join in groups to fight other groups. The pack instinct is why tribal warfare is continual among primitive peoples, why war, otherwise inexplicable, remains incessant between modern countries. It is why the gangs of young males in Chicago mirror military hierarchy, with territory to be expanded or defended, with leaders and insignia (e.g. black and god jackets for the Latin Kings ), with hand signs to signify identify and loyalty. It is why people join  screaming mobs in political conventions, why they become wildly emotional over football teams consisting largely of convicted felons who have nothing to do with the city.

The pattern of loyalty inward to one’s pack and hostility outward toward other packs explains the peculiar morality of the military (and of most other people). A Marine colonel will be at home a good neighbor, civic-minded, honest, cut the grass and help old ladies across the street. Come a war and he will mercilessly bomb any city he is told to bomb, and after killing he doesn’t care whom on the ground, he will go to the officers’ club where there will be high-fives and war stories.
We must not notice this, or the other feral dogs will turn on us. If you say that soldiers are morally indistinguishable from Mafia hit-men, you will arouse outrage—but there is no difference. A soldier who has never heard of Vietnam or Iraq goes when ordered to kill Vietnamese and Iraqis, and duly kills tehm. Guido and Vito, who have never heard of Hyman Blitzschein the store-owner who is behind on his protection payments, break Hyman’s leg when ordered to. What is the difference?
Morality is always a very thin veneer on top of the deeper savagery of the pack. Militaries encourage this savagery. From Joshua onward until very recently, armies regularly put cities to the sword, and generals allowed their troops to sack and rape rewards for good service. For those unfamiliar with such things, “putting cities…” meant killing every living thing within.
A graphic description of torture and murder routine in the Thirty Years War would have most readers retching. Today this sort of thing, when exposed, is held to be in bad taste. Only the United States engages openly in torture (put “Abu Ghraib) In Google images) but others do it.
Of course, much depends on who is doing what to whom. When the Germans bombed London, the English thought it barbaric. Later, when they were bombing German cities, it was a form of heroism. The Rape of Nanjing was hideous, while the frying of Hiroshima was not. Killing everyone in a city of a hundred thousand by hand would be very bad PR, but burning them to death from above is a cause for congratulations.
An effect of the pack instinct is the suppression of cognitive dissonance. If one noticed that a woman, campaigning for sexual abstinence, was pregnant with her seventh child, one might notice the contradiction. Patriots, or the American variety anyway, cannot notice that Our Boys, and Our Girls, are committing the routine atrocities that armies normally commit. Call it cognitive indifference.
American atrocities are always Isolated Incidents. An Isolated Incident is business-as-usual that is detected by the press. Thus torture is best avoided by restricting coverage.
It is de rigueur to spank of our boys fighting to defend America and our way of life, and to speak of their sacrifices. In the Fifties this spirit was exemplified by Superman jumping out of a window, while the voice-over intoned  “truth, justice, and the American way,” then thought to be related.
Actually soldiers are more sacrificed than sacrificing. Precisely how killing Afghan goat-herds protects the United States is not clear: careful students of geography have argued that Afghanistan is somewhere else. The evidence does seem to support this.
Today, the motives of wars are usually disguised so as to be palatable. It has been said that the British fought for empire, the French for la gloire de la France, the Russians to steal watches from the wounded, and the Americans for vague moral abstractions.  Thus Washington fights to rid Iraq of a cruel dictator, while supporting many others as cruel; fights to instill democracy, as if anyone anywhere cared whether Afghanistan were democratic; and to protect the world from nonexistent WMD.

The dog-pack instinct is most intense in the elite outfits, SEALs and Force Recon and Special Forces, with tightly-bonded small groups—the focus of males—working together. Powerful free-floating hostility characterizes the, and patriotism gives them a cover story for doing what they would want to do anyway.
Loyalty to a small band of warriors is easily transferred to an abstraction such as country or religious faith. Witness the fervor of Moslems today, or the enthusiasm for Christianity of illiterate Crusaders in the eleventh century who knew little of Christianity and certainly didn’t follow its moral precepts. Being swept up in a Cause gives an appearance of meaning to a life otherwise devoid of such. The flags, the hurrahs, the rhythmic thump-thump-thump of hundred of boots, the solidarity—these reinforce the pack instinct, and recruiters and politicians know it.
 And so a coal-miner who hates the coal company, hates suits and liberals and the rich and blacks and homosexuals and knows he is being exploited and doesn’t really like anybody at all except local friends, will discover unexpected loyalty when the Japanese bomb Pearl.
And now, let’s hear a huzzah for Our Boys.

Saturday, June 13, 2015

Kay more normal today


Kay much better than yesterday but the question remains.


Friday, June 12, 2015


I don't understand what is going on here.  I uploaded todays video and when I loked at it the front end was chopped off.  Probably just a few seconds but it is confusing.  I also have been embedding the video here so it is easy to see without going to youtube.   In any case you may have to click on the link here if I am unable to get the embed code. This will also appear on facebook.  I have to recheck youtube to see if I can get the embed code.  There may be a serious deterioration in Kay as there was a completely differenct meeting with her today.  I explain it in the video and also show some very old film of 35 or 40 years ago she appeared in.

This is the link if the embed code does not work.
https://youtu.be/Ug3sghOMTQQ


Wednesday, June 10, 2015

Kay real bad

Kay was very bad today.  Usually she is weak physically.  today it seemed she had a hard time undersstandng when I got there.  I am not sure how soon she knew me after I got to her.  If I understood one caregiver said she was very bad.  He usually asks me how she is.  This worries me.
 I made a 3 minute video,
 Here it is.
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Tuesday, June 9, 2015

A slow day. But pictures added



A slow day

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Sunday, June 7, 2015

For your info

I am tryig to do more posting on Facebook.  Google would not let me upload anything that had the word com in it.  I will do an update on my visit to see Kay after dinner.   Then I will add some material.   I need the break.  Thinking is hard work and tiring to me\


Thursday, June 4, 2015

How slowly Kay walks



I tried to get as many pictures of WW2 and the occupation to show but there is no time.  It is my 71st anniversary of joining the army in 1944

Wednesday, June 3, 2015

71 years ago


I hurried up and made a short video in memory of my induction into the Army in WW2/  It is a hurry up job and very incomplete.




Sunday, May 31, 2015

Another article by Fred Reed

A very dull visit.  Nothing happened.  Kay was sleeping so I just sat beside her until she woke up. She didn't seem to want to do anything after she did wake up. So it was just hold her hand. 

I am still trying to get my video commentary in operation.  I had everything working and made a recording but after it was imported I could not find it on the computer. It was supposed to be in "Pictures" but I could not find it.  Working around a room, on a computer, finding things is very hard considering how bad my eyes are.  Your memory gets better as your eyes gets worse.  

Here is another article by Fred Reed.  He was almost blinded in Viet Nam then a VA dr almost completed the job.  Enjoy!   

Turn Out the Lights and Lock the Door

I Hear the Fat Lady Singing

May 28, 2015

Breitbart: A white man in Baltimore was sitting in his car when two female er, teens got into a fight. To continue this enterprise they climbed atop his car, perhaps mistaking it for a tree. He got out and asked them to take their dispute somewhere else, whereupon fifty er, teens beat him nearly to death, leaving him with $200,000-$400,000 in medical bills. The daily grind. Life as usual. If fifty whites similarly beat an er, teen, cities would burn and the media would go crazy. In this case, silence will prevail. American-Africans can do no wrong. But something is wrong in America..
We read over and over of the Culture Wars, and the War between the Sexes, of Red States and Blue States, as if these were amusing disputes between parents and adolescents in a sitcom. Methinks something far uglier and more dangerous brews.
Almost daily, friends send me links to accounts of what seem to them, and to me, lunacy, usually accompanied by notes expressing incredulity and—this will matter one day--anger. The stories deal with things utterly repugnant to much of the country, especially the South and West, the blue collar, the military, and much of the Mid-West:: racial lawlessness, glorification of every sexual weirdity anyone can imagine, hostility to Christianity (but not to Judaism or Islam), phony charges of rape, compulsory Ritalin-ingestion, grotesque affirmative action in the hiring of cops and firemen, attacks on academic standards, little boys dragged from school in handcuffs for drawing a soldier, the anti-gun crusade, the truffle-hound search for "stereotypes" and discrimination, and the denigration of masculinity and every aspect of white European culture.
And, always, always, the suppression of news of the unending vicious attacks by er, teens, on whites. This latter goes beyond bias into undeclared censorship. Er, teens can loot, burn, and rape, and not much happens to them, but if you are white and say "nigger" in an email, you lose your job.
We have two countries that do not like each other at all.
This can’t last. A large part of America loathes these things and wants no part of them or of the country that enforces them. We see two utterly incompatible views of the world, one found chiefly among the Northeastern “elite,” academia, the upper middle class, the media, the Left Coast, and the other found in the rest of the country. With breathtaking imprecison, I call them the Center and the Seaboard.

"In April 2013, then-eighth-grader Jared Marcum was suspended from Logan Middle School in West Vriginia after refusing to take off an NRA t-shrt he wore that day. His mother is now suing the Logan County Board of Education." To much of the country, assuredly including me, the National Rifle Association is a perfectly legitimate group, shooting an enjoyable sport, and Jared's t-shirt none of anyone's damned business.
I grew up in an America where kids had guns, hunted deer, slaughtered beer cans, and a first rifle was, like a girl’s first bra, a step into adulthood. Nobody shot anybody. Had home-invaders entered our houses at night, we would have made an exception, and potential home-invaders knew it. Guns didn’t kill, we knew from observation; pe  did. We had never known a gun to jump up and kill someone without human intervention.
By contrast, the Seaboard believes that people don’t kill; guns do. (Actually they know better but they also know who usually does the killing, and they aren't going to go there.) People who own guns, they believe, are crazed killers, gun nuts, and if we just outlaw guns, killing will stop. Two countries.
But below the furor over guns, or any of the specific furors, lies a profounder difference. The Seaboard has the collective mentality of a hive. It believes in central planning and the imposition of values. Everything--morals, attitudes, curricula, security, everything--should be decided by a government embodying the Seaboard's values. By contrast, the Center believes that things should be decided as locallly as possible. This translates to "Leave me the hell alone."
In particular, the Seboard recoils at the idea of self-defense which it finds frightening, macho, and mentally unbalanced. If attacked by fifty er, teens—well, that doesn’t really happen, theNew York Times says so, and anyway it only happens to other people, and if someone crawls in your window at three a.m., well, it only happens to other people. The New York Times says so.
The Center has, not always consciously, a pool-hall understanding of life, a recognition that bad things can happen, a depression and horrific "civil unrest," cancer, losing a job with no other in sight, plague, getting the hell beaten ouf of you for no reason, riots, or civil war. “Life’s a bitch, and then you die.”
To the Eloi of the faculty lounges, this is loony-bin fantasy, but they have never been in a schoolyard fight--not yet. It is a blue-collar concepation. Truck drivers and carpenters live closer to the bone, closer to the edge. They know that men exist who will crush your face with a pool cue just to watch you bleed (see leading photo above), or torch your city and loot the stores. And they know they can't depend on a hostile government to protect them.
To people not raised in Ivy hothouses, the Seaboard seems an inexplicable pack of milquetoasts. The men, if such they be, fear the women, and the women fear everything, are offended by everything else, and expect the world to be concerned about their petty disturbances. You know, microaggressions, hurtful words, hate speech, dirty jokes, men who look at their tits, rape--which excites them so much that they they invent it. This is especially true of the female young.
They rule the United States.

College girls displaying hairy armpits, a form of resistance to oppression. Note that they are ugly as mud walls. Attractive girls may have other things to do. College kids used to be occasionally silly because they were practicing to be adults and didn't have the hang of it. Now they prepare for a lifetime in the tenth grade.
Consider a couple of examples of Seaboard girlisms pandered to by the nominal adults of the universities. First, we have "triggering." This means that when, as happened at Columbia, a female (always a female) reads in Ovid of the rape of Leda by the swan, it is a “triggering event,” bringing back traumatic memories of sexual assaults, mostly imagined, and making the girls feel “unsafe.” Got it. Unsafe in an Ivy classoom. Bring back the swooning couch. What quivering little darlings.
From Inside Higher Ed: “Trigger warnings, which are common in blogs but also have begun to appear on college and university syllabuses, are supposed to signal to readers that forthcoming material may be uncomfortable or upsetting. Trigger warned-subject matter – in literature, films or other texts – usually relates to sexual assault and other kinds of violence, racism, and the like, and advocates say students have a right to know of sensitive material in advance.”
Case Two: Again at Columbia, we have one Sara Grace Powell, who was distressed because the Butler Library is named for an (Ugh!) man, presumably one Mr. Butler. Quoth Sara,“Butler is an extremely charged space — the names emblazoned on the stone facade are, for me, a stimulant for resistance.” Oh. Why not inductance or capacitance? Daddy of course pays her tuition.
What will these creatures do it if ever rains hard?
Milquetoasts and Fauntleroys seldom admit that they are milquetoasts and Fauntleroys, but it is evident in their behavior, and this is a salient strain in Seaboard life. They are afraid of Moslems and er, teens, but the Moslems and er, teens are not afraid of them. They don't give a damn. Gordon Liddy, in his highly readable book Will, made the point that if your response to provocation is wildly disproportionate and unpredictable, no one will fuck with you. Yep. This is why reporters are afraid of Moslems, and governments are afraid of blacks. Journalists know that Moslems will not hesitiate to kill them and their families if they criticize what's-his-name, and governments know that blacks will burn whole cities if provoked. Both groups get their way.

Any girl who feels “unsafe” on reading classical poetry belongs in an asylum (some would argue that at Columbia she already is) or else she is engaging in forever-thirteen passive-aggressive rebellion against professors confused with her fther. She obviously has no interest in Ovid.
The conversion of young women into pathetic whining goo-goos is entirely the work of the Seaboard. The women of the Center, who I grew up with, and married, and fathered, are as as tough as boot soles when the need arises. The idea of a woman saying, "Oh...oh ...Ovid said rape two thousand years ago and I feel so...so unsafe!" Poor widdle fings. I assume that real women laugh.


Sara, the face of the declining birth rate, chilly, prissy, sexless, prudish, censorious, and adolescent. A likely spinster librarian. Would you date her on a dare?
It is easy to parody these twits--I choose my vowel carefullly--but they represent a class whose rule does not bode well for the country--helpless, self-absorbed, sheltered--aye, there's the worst of it--and desirous of forcing thier values on everyone else. Arrayed against them is the Center, increasingly very angry but not organized and not sure what to do. The only solution I can imagine is for the Center to call the Seaboard's bluff and set their own standards locally, the Seaboard be damned. We could call it "freedom." Will this happen? I hope.

Saturday, May 30, 2015

Penny has heart attack

A short report today as I am getting tired and I am also tired of trying to get the camorder to export files.  I went to the digital camera I use for video and still photos but I aimed it wrong so I am still in a pickle.  Kay was in her room dressed and awake.  She seemed in pretty good spirits so I just gave her something to eat and sat holdig her hand until time to go.  She seemed to be quite hungry so  I presume she did not eat much breakfast.  That is the one she doesn't eat most of the time.

I got some real bad news this morning when Tom called ad said Penny, Bobs wife had a massive heart attack.  I called Bob and got the details about how it happened.  It looks like the Everett FD got there very quickly.  I think they live close to a station and I know they are close to the hospital.   will get more deatils tomorrow after they try to get her awake.  
Bob and Penny at an earlier time
This is news to me and I suppose to you.  Another article by Fred Reed a former Marine.


I have just read in Army Times that, to my delight, the Army is making soldiers wear the prettiest red high-heels in the pursuit of gender-equality. Yes. They look like little girls playing with Mommy's shoes. It has something to do with understanding the psychological problems of women, a matter of importance in combat. It necessarily was done with the approval of the Army's generals in the Pentagon, particularly Chief of Staff Odierno, since they are in charge of the whole Army shebang. I write them in astonished admiration, thusly:
Dear General,
I see that on your watch the Army is turning into a transvestite marching corps in high heels, a Ziegfeld cross-gendered or bisected gay-bath sexual zoo vacuuming up every sort of erotic loony, not to mention becoming a home for unwed mothers and prostitution rings. I commend you. I have always wanted to be defended by a freak show.
I do not question your qualifications for command. You doubtless have a firm handshake, a steely gaze, an imposing presence, and a perfect grasp of PowerPoint. But a general who is so afraid of feminists that he forces his troops to play dress-up, well, I mean, what if there is a real war?
I applaud your forthrightness in bringing the doughboys out of the closet in those cute red heels. They are so precious! (By the way, have you considered foot-binding?) As a former Marine in Vietnamese days, I have always suspected the Army of being cross-dressers. How candid of you to confirm my suspicions.
True, traditionalists, and warriors, and cranky old Marines will say that you are just another sorry two-bit, peace-time, careerist politician of a pseudo-soldier who doesn’t have the balls to stand up to feminists and protect the service from becoming a display ad for Victoria’s Secret. I am shocked. How could they think such a thing?
Yes, Generral, yes. I understand. Putting GIs in those darling heels is supposed to provide some kind of uplift (though I believe brassieres are better for that). But I know perfectly well, and you may suspect—check with your dominatrix—that feminists get a hoot out of watching those macho men (ugh!)tottering around before the whole world in heels, like teen-age girls preparing for their first prom. "Heeeeeeeeeeeee-ha-ha." Likely every diesel-dyke in a Women’s Studies department is rolling on the floor. Tippy-toe. Tippy-tippy-toe. "Hey, Sheila, look what we made them do!"
What I figure, General, is you ought to set an example for the troops by wearing panties and a bra (if you don’t already wear panties: I give you credit for miitary foresight.) A good officer--we had some--doesn't order his men to do anything he himself wouldn't do. Walk a Mile in Her Skivvies, General. (Actually, when I was a hard-charging young Gyrene, we spent a lot of time trying to get into women's skivvies. Now it’s going to be mandatory?)
But you can do more for equity. There should be clear expression of the Army's commitment to transvest--justice, I meant to say. I can imagine a whole new gendered approach to insignia of rank: Artificial hooters, in easily-washed silicone and real flesh tone. Enlisted men would get small ones. Officers would have big mommas. You, being an exalted military figure, would have three. The Command-in-Chief could wear an udder.
Now, General, I speak only for myself as a Marine who carried a rifle in Viet Nam, but others may agree with me. (A “rifle” is one of those awful long thingies (no, not those long thingies) that make boomy noises and stinky smoke and put stains on your cocktail dress that just ruin it.) Outside of Da Nang we used to lie behind sandbags at night with mortars coming in (a “mortar” is one of those gun thingies with a tube—no, a different kind of tube, General—that shoots--never mind) hoping a hit wouldn’t spray a buddy’s guts around. To a man we were thinking, why couldn’t we have a leader like a Pentagon general to give us cute little heels instead of these uncomfy old boots?
But let us get back to serious military questions. The effect on our enemies of the boob-insignia will be profound. The Afghan resistance fighters will be stunned, just stunned, to see American soldiers in high-heels and varying numbers of breasts. As the Mujahedeen gape, paralyzed with amazement, our soldiers will be able to approach them and give them therapy on the value of non-violence and rape culture. Each mujahid would be encouraged to express his feelings and find the roots of his anger. They could all be given a breast to take home and fondle.
I can see by your feminization of the ranks that you are socially progressive. Good. I imagine that you are against the culture of violence that prevails in the military. But what can you expect in a society that has so many gun thingies, and glorifies them? We need to de-emphasize war, and substitute caring activities involving cooperation. You could lead from the front by taking part in social activities, perhaps being pivot man in a circle jerk. On YouTube (No, not that….)
I hear that also on your watch the Army has taken measures to make the service more LBTG-friendly, as well as more inclusive and welcoming to single mommies. I think you should go further. For example, the Army could use armored nail-salons to keep the troops looking great and feeling good about themselves, and those funny old tanks need changing tables inside the turret-thingy. And big guns look tho phallic. They must make women anxious. The only thing they are good for is drying lingerie. The guns, I mean, not the women.
Now, mean old military historians who say that in a real war soldiers die because of posturing peace-time political pogues (I was in an alliteration company)—what do they know? A few thousand lives are a small price to pay for gender-equity. Besides, those who do the fighting are not the girly-boys, the boy-girls, the katoys, the to-be-decideds, the climbing vines with their cucumbers chopped, or the single mommies who have to look after some random guy's kid. These, the core of the Army, will not be troubled. As you have shown, we must stay with core values.
Don’t pay attention to those macho infantry men (ugh!) who say that women should try walking in men’s shoes—unloading a six-by of 81mm mortar rounds under fire, or changing a truck tire in sand in Indian territory with night coming on. Everyone knows that trucks unload themselves by pushing some kind of button or something, and anyway we have drones.
Them’s my thoughts, General. And I suspect that every guy who ever served in a combat zone shares my overwelling respect and admiration for you. If anyone criticizes you and you feel all upset and flustered, take your Midol, breathe deeply and it will get all better soon.

Friday, May 29, 2015

Early to Kay

I am completely frustrated trying to do a video narrative of what went on today.  First  I could not get the camcorder to transfer the video of me talking then I could not get the Lenovo ucam to work properly.  After a hour of trying I decided to go back to the old system that works as long as I hit the right key.  

I have been having problems as usual with the getting a bus on time  Recently they come a half hour late to pick up a lady here who goes to the Y to swim.  To conserve effeciency they combine the two of us on one bus. Marvelous  goal.  Except that makes me half hour late.  I cant put my Pick up earlier as it would be hard to get breakfast before I leave.  They consider themselves on time if they get there within a half hour of when I want to picked up.  Today they were half hour early!  I hurried up and got to Kay by 8:30.  The usual there.  She is very slow and I suppose she is weak.  Does not seem sick.  My legs are weak too so maybe we both go together.  

I got the pictures done of the lady who wanted to give one to a relative who didn't have one.  So easy to be pretty when you are a baby or just young..  Where did we go wrong?  Why do they consider young beautiful?  Why not old?

Then everyone would want to be old.  I would win beauty contests if they would do that. 

Alma's Hat


Got too tired to do anything but record the comment. Hardly any editing. See the entire couple minutes and Alma's hat.

Wednesday, May 27, 2015

Still experimenting with video

I am still looking for a better or easier to create my posts.  I created a couple with the video from my camera.  I have had a JVC camcorder for several years  but have not used it.  Now with my eyes getting real bad I look for ways to get my information out without typing.  It seems that at this time of night google blogger doesn't seem to work normally and especially the text as I type it.  Because of my eyes I have to do a lot of correcting.  This means i have to do a lot of correcting which means I have to look for the cursor a lot.  I spend a lot of time looking for it. CTRL doesn't find it immediately so it takes a lot of time.  However editing video can take time too.  This short one tonight did not take much time because all I did was record then add some still pictures.  Anything complicated takes time if a decent job is done. Here it is hand held because I don't have a battery and putting it on a tripod requires cables I don't have right now.   




Tuesday, May 26, 2015

Kay sick, now better.

Kay was sitting on the bench outside her room when I got there.  The caregiver said she did not eat breakfast.  He also told me she threw up last evening.   That explaines why she has not been eating looks like.  There has been some bug going around that she has apparently caught. She would not eat the nice muffin I bought over.   I gave her a couple truffles and two parts of a graham cracker.  Plus a Ritz.  I didn't think she wanted to be in her room so I stayed with her.  I /took her to the exercises and news reading.  We stayed there until about 10 15  and took her to her room to tell her I would be back tomorrow.  I got a message on the machine that she was getting along fine now.  I don't know whey I didn't hear it ring.  Looks like I had better check the ring.

 I  really got upset with one  of the food servers.  She came around with the drinks and I asked for whole  milk.  She dragged out the milk with the blue top and started pouring. I told her that was not whole milk.  She said "It is whole milk".  I had to tell her to give me the red top.  This is the same one who the other day said she had brought my breakfast for the early shuttle pickup and that was a lie.  The other two at the table were there after I left and they did not see her bring the breakfast.  I quickly went up to my room and got something real quick.  
why  do they tell these lies?  It is chronic around here.   I think her lie about the milk tells us what they really think of the people in their facility.  Of course the  management is not of that class.  I  just cant believe how the general worker too often will tell a lie when the truth would do just as well.      

Monday, May 25, 2015

War with China?

Look  like these people in Washington are going to get their war somewhere.  Now they are irritating China.

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China State Paper Warns of War Unless US Backs Down
By GMA News

May 25, 2015 "
Information Clearing House" - "GMA News" - BEIJING - A Chinese state-owned newspaper said on Monday that "war is inevitable" between China and the United States over the South China Sea unless Washington stops demanding Beijing halt the building of artificial islands in the disputed waterway.

The Global Times, an influential nationalist tabloid owned by the ruling Communist Party's official newspaper the People's Daily, 
said in an editorial that China was determined to finish its construction work, calling it the country's "most important bottom line."

The editorial comes amid rising tensions over China's land reclamation in the Spratly archipelago of the South China Sea. China last week said it was "strongly dissatisfied" after a US spy plane flew over areas near the reefs, with both sides accusing each other of stoking instability.

China should "carefully prepare" for the possibility of a conflict with the United States, the newspaper said.

"If the United States' bottomline is that China has to halt its activities, then a US-China war is inevitable in the South China Sea," the newspaper said. "The intensity of the conflict will be higher than what people usually think of as 'friction'."

Such commentaries are not official policy statements, but are sometimes read as a reflection of government thinking. The Global Times is among China's most nationalist newspapers.

China claims most of the South China Sea, through which $5 trillion in ship-borne trade passes every year. The Philippines, Vietnam, Malaysia, Taiwan and Brunei also have overlapping claims.

The United States has routinely called on all claimants to halt reclamation in the Spratlys, but accuses China of carrying out work on a scale that far outstrips any other country.

Washington has also vowed to keep up air and sea patrols in the South China Sea amid concerns among security experts that China might impose air and sea restrictions in the Spratlys once it completes work on its seven artificial islands.

China has said it had every right to set up an Air Defense Identification Zone in the South China Sea but that current conditions did not warrant one.

The Global Times said "risks are still under control" if Washington takes into account China's peaceful rise.

"We do not want a military conflict with the United States, but if it were to come, we have to accept it," the newspaper said. —Reuters

See also -
Philippines seeks stronger commitment from U.S. in South China Sea dispute: The Philippines is seeking a "stronger commitment" from the United States to help its ally, the defense minister said on Monday, as China asserts its sovereignty over disputed areas of the South China Sea.

Kay and Memorial Day




Sunday, May 24, 2015

What should Memorial Day mean? I have created a video of what it means to me.  Hopefully you find it useful

Saturday, May 23, 2015

Kay and Memorial Day

 Kay was jn the dining room when I got there at 8 45.  After a few minutes I took her to the hall table and gave her a couple truffles and a small piece of graham cracker.  She would  not eat the banana or more cookie.   the caregiver said she did not eat breakfast. She walked so slowly in the hall I wondered if was going to be too tiring for her to walk.  But she finally got there,  I stayed with her until time to go.  

Friday, May 22, 2015

What is peace?






They Say "Peace" But It Is Really War
By Andre Vltchek
May 22, 2015 "Information Clearing House" - They say “may peace prevail on earth”, but every night, there are fires burning in the terrible slums of Nairobi, Jakarta, Guatemala City and Mumbai.
The World Education Forum is now taking place in Seoul, South Korea. UNESCO and Korea organized this colorful event. Everyone is talking, others are singing, and a few are dancing.
The Secretary General of the United Nations, Ban Ki-moon, is talking peace, and the head of the World Bank, Jim Yong Kim, is talking peace.
Peace, peace, peace! It has been turned into one of those clich√© words that are repeated in every political speech, words like “freedom” and “democracy”.
The military top brass claims it exists to defend peace. Leaders, who are giving orders to destroy entire nations, killing millions, demand peace. Neocon economists, financing war and profiting from it, demand peace. It seems like, these days, whoever murders, bombs, mutilates and robs is obsessed with, peace.
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So what is peace, really? Is it a state of existence in which there are no missiles flying and no bombs exploding? Is it only that?
In 2014, I worked on my documentary film for the Latin American television network, TeleSUR. I ended up filming in some of the toughest slums on earth, in Matare and Kibela, both located in the Kenyan capital, Nairobi. One of my “guides” had the nickname “Fire”.
Fire used to be a gangster. He had no other choice. He didn’t know any better when he was a child and everyone around him was a gangster, too. They had to be.
At one point, tired, he sat down at the curb. His calves were exposed. There were several scars from bullets, clearly visible.
“I feel old”, he said. He was only slightly over 30. “I used to have many friends here. Now I am alone. All my friends are dead.”
Officially, there is peace in Kenya.
For decades, Kenya functioned as a client state of the West, implementing a savage market regime, hosting foreign military bases. Billions of dollars were made here. But almost nowhere on earth is the misery is more brutal than here.
Two years earlier, while filming my “Tumaini” near Kisumu city and the Uganda border, I saw entire hamlets standing empty like ghosts. The people had vanished, died – from AIDS and hunger. But it was still called peace.
Peace it was when the US military medics were operating under the open sky, on desperately poor and sick Haitians, in the notorious slum of Cité Soleil. I saw and photographed a woman, laid on a makeshift table, having her tumor removed using only local anesthetics. I asked the North American doctors, why is it like this? I knew there was a top-notch military facility two minutes away.
“This is as close as we get to real combat situation”, one doctor replied, frankly. “For us, this is great training.”
After the surgery was over, the woman got up, and supported by her frightened husband, walked away towards the bus stop.
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Back to peace...
It is not peace if a woman gets raped in the middle of the street, and while she is screaming for help, her neighbors are scared to even open their doors.
It is not peace when old people are dying, abandoned and surrounded by suddenly useless memories, totally alone.
It is not peace when the murder rate in some city or neighborhood reaches that of a war zone. It is not peace when life expectancy is hanging somewhere around 40 years.
It is not peace when people live in constant fear of losing their house, their job, and all basic necessities.
It is not peace when members of minorities are treated like animals, killed by police, discriminated against at every strep of their lives.
If someone asks me to define war, allowing me to use only one word, without even thinking I would reply “fear”.
It is not peace when society is petrified!
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Peace, Mr. Ban Ki Moon, is that serene surface of the lake lost deep in the forest, so brilliantly depicted by your traditional artists.
Peace is when a mother sings a lullaby to her child, unhurriedly, offering her entire heart.
Peace is when people know that if they become ill there will be doctors ready to fight for their lives, free of charge, no matter what effort it takes, no matter what equipment it requires and what cost it incurs.
Peace is when human life matters more than anything else, much more than power and profits.
Peace is when every citizen knows that knowledge is free, and that it constitutes a basic human right. Peace is when knowledge is valued and respected and admired.
Peace is when women can leave their houses freely, without being terrified.
Peace is knowledge that somewhere there, in that big government building, sit decent human beings, not perfect, but decent, working hard to improve the welfare of the people.
Peace is faith that life is improving, that humanity is marching forward.
Peace is kindness. It is compassion and solidarity.
Peace is certainty that there are several basic certainties, and that there will be more of them with each coming year.
Peace is when the entire body relaxes, the mind opens and the heart begins beating regularly.
Peace is that smile which appears on our faces, when we know that something pleasant is ahead of us, or when we see the beautiful colors of pristine nature.
Peace is in beauty and in reciprocated love.
But above all, Peace is lack of fear.
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Sometimes it is necessary to fight for peace. Sometimes many brave men and women have to die for peace because peace is also true freedom, and it is integrity. And freedom and integrity have their price: no despot wants to give them away for free.
The World Education Forum is a good venue to ask some pointed questions, and to straighten up the lexicon. Education? Yes, of course, but what education, and education for whom? Education based on what ideals?
UNESCO is a great organization, with a brave, and proud past. It should not be allowed to sink to the level of other and servile UN agencies.
Ban Ki-moon should be challenged publicly! And so should be Jim Yong Kim, for taking dictates from the most violent and aggressive nations on earth. There is no time for politeness, anymore. Millions are dying. Peace, true peace, is being violated. Fake peace is promoted. Fake peace is what we are told to desire.
Philosophy is not for dusty library shells. All of us are now obliged to analyze, to rethink essential concepts. In order to change the world, we have to first redefine all basic terms and meanings: freedom, democracy, and peace!
I want to live in peace, Mr. Ban Ki-moon! But not in the peace that you are promoting: not in the peace for those chosen few, not in a peace, which is sacrificing millions.
There is one beautiful, truly stunning sister of Peace. She is often restrained, most of the time she has to hide. But without her, Peace will never be able to succeed. Her name is Justice!

Default events

Kay was dressed but in bed. A caregiver said she ate about a third of her breakfast.  She usually estimates this amount.  I suspect it is less.  Kay smiled and held my hand.  I decided to just stay in her room with her and do nothing other than watch TV.  So except for a couple truffles and cracker we did nothing.  
While I was in the med room this morning I was telling the nurse about how Kay seemed which meant that everyone else in the room got a description about how dementia works.  I told them that Kay was walking very slowly.. the nurse asked if she uses a wheelchair. This nurse switches between the two places.  She worked   there when Kay fell the other day.  She did not  see her when she fell as no one was in the hall when it happened.  She was sitting on the floor when someone arrived. Probably walking without her walker. 

I just posted my account of the occupation after the war on youtube.  I keep refining it.

Thursday, May 21, 2015

Fixing a problem

I have been told that the readability of my blog is hard to read because it reproduces in such a manner that the line spacing is wrong.  I have been using the largest type that google has for the print because my eyes are bad and large print helps.  I have other methods to vary the print size so I can read it when I make it up.  This post will be in the next size down which is half way between  largest and normal.  I also set it to be in bold type.  I can do a ctrl + to make it bigger. This should eliminate distortion caused by two browsers having trouble reading each other.  If this does not fix it I will do a normal type tomorrow and then make it more readable for me  by making it bigger with a ctrl + if you respond please let me know what browser you use.  Internet explorer, google, mozilla etc.  I have a plan that will  eliminate a lot of print soon.  But you will have to put up with my ugly face instead.   Please help me fix this problem

I do some observing.

Kay was still in the dining room when I got there.  When I took her to our place in the hall she walked so slowly.  I don't know why.  Could be weakness.  She seemed to be somewhat hungry.  The first caregiver I asked how she ate breakfast indicated she ate ok.  Another one later said she barely ate anything. So I gave her what I had.  She ate most of a banana, some crackers and a couple truffles.  Not a diet anyone would particularly recommend but at least it was something.  As we took our time doing what we did together and the bus was late getting me there my stay was short.  Especially because the bus was early to pick me up.  It chops off the front of my visit and the end of my visit.  It seems there is some flu on the first floor so they are trying to conntain it.  I certainly  hope they do.  
Many big grocery chains offer bus service to their stores for people in institutions like this who don't drive or able to walk to a local store.  The down side to this is they come just some days of the month.  It is better than nothing but not the most desirable if you need something in an emergency.  I have noticed that a local Thriftway just about a half dozen blocks away is on a bus line. Also the bus line goes by this place.  Unfortunately the bus only goes once an hour.  Of course this is the big reason the bus will never offer competition to the automobile.  If you wait here and and at the destination  it is easier to just wait for their shuttle which comes once a week.  At leas it goes right to the door of both places.  Then I noticed that all three of the bus lines that go by here also go to the bus stop outside the Thriftway store.  I didn't check their schedules but figured they would not all run in bunches so the wait time would not be excessive.   I wanted to see if shopping by bus could be managed without taking all afternoon.  So after lunch I just went put to the bus stop to wait for one of the three buses.  I had to wait long enough that I decided it would be best to check the schedule and go at a time the bus was scheduled to come by.  The same problem existed coming back from the store.  The buses seem to go in bunches.  Well  this will take some analysis to see just how  much waiting I would have to do.  That could be done here at my apartment.  However before too long a bus came by not on the sign so I took it back.  t seems this stretch of street is right on the way to downtown and on to the terminal at the Tacoma Dome.  This place is part of the downtown.  It was a nice hotel when it was built in 1952.
Tacoma was ripped off by the contractors who built the sidewalks here.  When I built the sidewalks at my house in Lake Forest Park   last time I looked they were essentially the same as the way they were when I put them in in 1953.  Rod Swanson, me and another friend put them in.  The  sidewalks here are like cobblestones.  most of the cement and sand has  worn away.  Leaving just the rocks to walk on or push the walker over.  There are many crack and holes for the walker to hang up on.  Many of the streets are like one long series of speed bumps.  I think Tacoma has the worst streets in the area.  You actually wear out a walker on these sidewalks.  Especially this kind I have.  It vibrates the joints so much it begins to make the joints loose.  I would think that these cities and towns have been in business long enough that they have the sense to have a reserve built in to their budget that would automatically take care of the maintenance that is sure to come.  When I came west on Route 66 it was still unpaved in some sections in New Mexico and Arizona. You will note that the states keep adding taxes to build things.  They dont add taxes specifically to keep it in operation.
 After the war  they built the National Defense Highway System.  It seems they build new things but do not plan on having to repair them.  Now they have decided that the time has come.  All I have heard so  far is just talk.  Leave it to our kids to pay for it.  We wore it out but they will pay to fix it. It seems they have learned this in Europe.  Yes there is no speed limit on the Autobahn but you  had better be prepared to stop or adjust your driving for the repairs being done.  Kay and I traveled roads thousands of years old.  They are still in operation because they kept them in repair.  Well, the time has come where avoiding the issue wont work.  At least much longer.  

Wednesday, May 20, 2015

Corn on the cob.

Quick trip both ways.  Kay was still in bed when I got there at 9 AM.  I saw a caregiver and asked him if she ate breakfast.  He said she did not eat.  And after getting dressed she stayed in bed.  I had a banana, crackers and truffles so I gave these for her to eat.  She was obviously not happy with the caregiver and pushed him away.  This is the one who may have treated her roughly some time ago. She seemed to take me about normal but I don't remember her   smiling at me.  I tried to ask her if she hurt but did not get an answer.  She did not seem to be in pain.  I just called the nurse where she is and the nurse said she ate lunch and dinner.  I don't know how the nurse can remember this without looking it up.  I am convinced that employees there will tell you what you want to hear.  I don't know know if this is the case now but I know for sure it has happened in the past.  As I visit every day  I will know tomorrow if she does not eat her meals.   I stayed with her and let her stay in bed until it was time to go.  I was about ready to go when I discovered my phone was missing.  As the bus could come any minute I pulled the call light and got a caregiver to call my number.  I could hear it but had quite a time  finding it.

There is a Thriftway just a few blocks away but it might as well be 5 miles considering my walking ability.  However it may be on 1 or more bus lines that go by my location so I took it's shuttle to get there and find out for sure.  My eyes are so bad it is hard to read the booklet that Pierce County transit publishes.  I figured it was easiest to go there and read the list at the bus stop.  I did some shopping while there.  I don't see how it could be better.  3 busses go by here that go there.  Of course they also come back here.  Going by bus sucks usually.  Most lines in Tacoma run just an hour apart. So it could take all afternoon to  go just these 6 blocks if it was on only one line because of the waiting.  But with 3 busses going here to there it should be fairly quick.  The bus stops are close to where i live and close to the grocery store.  I am interested in the deli  there for varety from the menu here. While there today I bought some corn on the cob then for dinner I cooked enough for 4 people and took it down for the others to eat.  Fortunately Alma was not there so I managed to get two pieces that gave me a decent serving.  One of the ears I didn't break in the middle and it was quite small.  When I gave it to the one across the table she said it was such a small piece.  I was going to give her the other piece anyway.  She is the one that cries like a baby when her portions are too small for her.  If Alma had been there  I would  have had to eat it.  I knew that small a piece would not satisfy her. I was coming up to my room and cook the last ear for myself anyway.  Surprise surprise, Alma did show up for dinner but too late.  We were completely done.  She loves corn on the cob.  I did this once before.  We could safely tell her we had corn  as the only evidence left were the cobs.    

Tuesday, May 19, 2015

1st Amendment

It was not easy to see how slowly Kay moved today.  It was just 8:45 when I went to her dining room where she still sat from breakfast.  I am pretty sure she knew me.  But it took a little time to smile in recognition.  After a while I got her walker and we went to the hall for treats.  This is where I noticed that she was so slow.  I  presume she had walked to the dining room without her walker.  I don't know how she managed that as she seemed not to be able to walk without something to support her. She can get to the dining room by holding on to the guard rail.  But part of her walk had to be done without anything to support her. Somehow she managed it without the walker.  Coming back from the treats we have to walk about 125 feet and I began to wonder if she was able to walk that far. I decided to just stay with her and not do exercises.


  • The name if this blog has the words senior observer  in the title. So I am going to do a little observing.  I think the reason the government can get away with what it does these days is because of the ignorance of what the  Constitution is meant to do.  From reading even just the Bill of Rights it is clear the Constitution is a contract between the individual citizen and the government.  The citizen is a free man and can make a contract in his daily life with other citizens.  His way to redress a grievance with another citizen is through the courts.  If he has a dispute with the government he can peaceably assemble for redress of his grievance.  He doesn't congregate in the streets and break windows and burn buildings if he has a grievance with the Government. So when the government allows mobs to burn and destroy  the government is not fulfilling it's contract with it's citizens.  There used to be laws for disturbing the peace but this business of allowing mobs to demonstrate at the expense of the other citizens is a failure of the government to live up to it's part of the contract.  For the government to allow these mobs to so called demonstrate is contrary to the plain reading of what was written.  For the Supreme Court to change the meaning of the 1st Amendment makes the Supreme Court worse than these anarchists.    


Saturday, May 16, 2015

Eating is a disease.





Everything was default today The only difference was I was tired and we stayed together in her room. Nothing was  going on on the third floor anyway.  

The habit of eating is worse than the habit of heron.  Some doctors say it easier to cure cancer.  I can believe that.  A woman at my table has an eating disease.  She can not stop eating even though she has been told she will die because of it.  She can do nothing about it.  She takes over 10 pills a day for her foot pain.  Caused by high b/g.  She was sick for 3 days and when she came back she had been to the doctor and about all he did was increase the size of the patch.  I had given her the book by Bernstein which would have explained how she could control her diabetes.  She read one chapter then quit.  She is the one I told you about who cried like a baby when her plate did  not have big enough portions for her.  For this kind of person eating is a disease.  She said her doctor said  her diabetes is under control.  Of course she does not know what control is anyway.  I have never heard of a doctor telling the patient they must control their eating or they are going to die.  They just keep them coming back taking their fees.  It would seem ethical to me to tell the patient they must control their eating.  Or they must go somewhere else for treatment.  Because unless they do they can do nothing for them.  Do doctors ever do that?  This place is full of people mostly like her.  They keep eating, getting bigger and bigger. Getting worse and worse.  One of them a couple days ago had a congestive heart failure.   B/G readings or 200, 300, 400.  When it goes over 300 some are shocked but have no idea what to do about it.  It's sad.  

Friday, May 15, 2015

Liberation day in Holland

Nothing was going on at her place so I watched TV and held her hand while she dozed. It was a default visit and does not require much description.  What I am really excited about is a new version of Taps that was given to me. This version of Taps is new to me.  In fact I did not know there was another version.  This new version was written by an Italian.  Please listen and see if you don't agree that it is an event that makes you fully understand what it means to die for your country.  




Look at these baby faces and remember that it is these kind of kids  you send to fight your wars.  

St. Avold, France 1945 25,000

At the time I took this  in 1945 at St Avold France 25,000 Americans were buried here.  Many of them  just like the boys in the pictures you see above.

Each year in   Holland  they commemorate Liberation Day.  On May 5 this year Holland remembered  those who died liberating Holland from the German occupation. What makes the ceremony exceptional this year is the little 13 year old angel who played Taps and the beautiful version of Taps she played. I think  you  will get the full impact of the sacrifice these men made for  their country when you hear it.    Click on the link and  see for yourself. 

You will have to copy  and paste the link in the address bar for it to work.  

http://www.flixxy.com/trumpet-solo-melissa-venema.htm 

Thursday, May 14, 2015

Dull Visit. Tell It Like It Is

 About all we  did today was hold hands.  I managed to give her a treat or two.  But it was pretty mundane. 

As there  is not a lot going on when I visited Kay I will insert an article written by Fred Reed a while ago to hopefully make things more interesting. 

Vassar...Vassar?

Watching the Leper's Fingers Fall

April 12, 2015
Oh god. Oh god. Oh god. At Vassar some ditzbunny got blitzed, got laid, and a year later decided that she had been sexually assaulted. I guess she didn’t notice it at the time. You have to be alert to know when you have been raped. It can happen when you are distracted, maybe working on your laundry list, and you don’t find out about it for a while.
Congruent with the national fantasy that college girls don’t know about sex or the effects of beer, a conventionally imbecilic judge found the guy guilty. No surprise here. (“What part of “yes” don’t you understand, your honor?”)
But check out the astonishing email she wrote to the offender:
"I'm really sorry I led you on last night I should have known better then [sic] to let my self [sic] drink yet, I really don't want this to effect [sic] our team dynamic or friendship. I don't think any less of you at all I had a wonderful time last night I'm just too close to my previous relationship to be in one right now."
Doesn’t sound very raped to me, but what do I know? I love her grammar. The child is semiliterate. I couldn’t have gotten away with such stuff in the sixth grade. Vassar? The national fingers drop. Drop, drop, drop they drop.
Next, in Stars and Stripes, we find that American Special Operations troops do not believe that women can succeed in their death-in-the-bushes outfits. The shame. How can they believe that women, who obviously can’t do certain things, obviously can’t do the things they obviously can’t do? This discriminatory position has no support at all, other than common sense, observation, and experience.
You see: Women, imperiled by frat parties, want to be SEALs. The only conclusion possible is that women are crazy.
Next, Rolling Stone retracts its story about yet another imaginary rape, this time at the University of Virginia. The magazine admits that it just invented the story. This too is traditional, as in the Tawana Brawley and the Duke lacrosse unrapes. The magazine called the story’s fabricator, one Sabrina Erdely, ”a really expert fabulist storyteller.”  This is flackspeak for “an accomplished liar.” The magazine says that Sabrina will not be fired. Apparently the story was in the nature of a typo. It could happen to anyone.
I find myself wondering what is going on in the swirling minds of American women. I asked Natalia, my Mexican stepdaughter, whether rape was a concern on her university campus in Guadalajara. “No,” she said, and apparently thought she had exhausted the subject. There is in these rape rhapsodies a whiff of lurking bogeymen, an hysteria reminiscent of the spinster looking under her bed every night for fear, or in hopes, of finding a man.
Something curious goes on with our indigenous females. What? Is it that they can’t decide whether they want to be biochemists or mommies? That they really aren’t comfortable in the workplace? The insecurity of not having a place in society with which they are comfortable? Have stopped quite being women without quite being men, and it boggles them? Get things through affirmative action but know that they got them that way? Their personal systems seem to be under some nameless stress.
Next, the US has become a continental Vassar. Fortuneheadline: “American Millennials are among the world's least skilled.” It warms a curmudgeon’s heart, as it will lead to something apppallingly stupid but interesting. Wilful collapse is wonderful entertainment.
Yes. We gringos are all brainless now, men and women together, koom bah yah. This is the unsurprising conclusion of a sprawling international exam.
Here we go:
“Sponsored by the OECD, the test was designed to measure the job skills of adults, aged 16 to 65, in 23 countries. When the results were analyzed by age group and nationality, ETS got a shock. It turns out, says a new report, that Millennials in the U.S. fall short when it comes to the skills employers want most: literacy (including the ability to follow simple instructions), practical math, and — hold on to your hat — a category called “problem-solving in technology-rich environments.”
Actually, our larvae fall way short, being behind everyone but Spain, Ireland, and Poland. Welcome to Vassar.
Not to worry, though. Nobody can hope to challenge America, us, the indispensable country. In particular, the Chinese are lazy, narcissistic, stupid, immature, lacking in ambition, and very, very bad at math. They enroll only in victims’ studies, and spend most of their time in studying rape or taking selfies.
As proof of this inferiority, I offer a column of the other day by Pat Buchanan.
By way of introduction, Thomas Jefferson High School, in Fairfax County in the Virginia suburbs of Washington, DC, accepts only seriously smart kids. I mean, pretty seriously seriously smart kids.
Writes Buchanan, “According to the Post, 70 percent of the incoming freshmen are Asians, the highest percentage ever…White students make up only 22 percent of the entering class.”
Ye gods and little catfish. And big ones too. This is worse than it seems since whites much outnumber Asians in suburban Virginia. Seventy freaking percent? But the snowballing inadequacy is everywhere, like corruption and sinus drainage.At CalTech, with probably the highest entrance standards in the US, and no affirmative action: Asians 40%, whites 29%, Hispanics 10%, and blacks 1.7%. In the elite high schools of New York, the same pattern holds.
But not to worry. Writes Buchanan, “Jeremy Shughart, admissions director at TJ, has a committee “reviewing the application process to improve diversity at the school.” Oh good. Affirmative action. Heartwarming morons. Dumbed-down classes will presumably follow.
More specifically, the school will admit unqualified blacks and Hispanics at the expense of whites, or at the expense of Asians. That will fix things.  The white kids will probably have to take Ritalin, attend rape-consciousness seminars, and discuss feelings.
Being as I am incorrigible, and weary of bureaucratic capons, in Shughart’s place I would have told the entitlement doxies, “Bugger off. TJ is not a remedial institution for the mentally lame and halt, the ethnically challenged and gender-deficient. If you can’t cut the mustard, get a federal job.”
But the man—I use the term loosely—doesn’t have the glands. Dimmer and dimmer we get, and dimmer, and dimmer. What else could one expect in a feminized system of schools hostile to academics, boys, talent, and competition? And unable to see the consequences of their sillinesses? Not to worry, though. Not for a little bit.