Francis Porretto gets us started today talking about how civility hasn't done us any good.
Simple fact: all along, the left has been as uncivil as it could possibly get away with being. As long as I can remember, the left has always been able to say whatever it wanted about anyone on the right without repercussions, up to and including making "jokes" about assassinating the President. Do you recall the horrifying things said about Sarah Palin and her son Trig, how the left insisted that Trig was actually her daughter's child and the Palin family was covering it up? Recall that Ronald Reagan was an "amiable dunce"? Who could forget failed comedian, now Senator from Soros, Al Franken's book Rush Limbaugh is a Big Fat Idiot? (And its sequel, Bill O'Reilly... because he couldn't make it without standing on the coattails of successful people.)
Even as it throws temper tantrums while wearing a black mask, the left demands "civility" from its opponents. Violent, armed rioters cry foul when they get decked by unarmed people who are sick of their horseshit.
No. It's long past time for the gloves to come off and for the right to treat the left exactly the way they treat us.
That's why I don't look down on Trump for punching back twice as hard. It's about time that a President stood up to the media--which will never say anything nice about him anyway!--and call them on their bullshit.
The other side is not playing nice. Playing nice is not getting us anywhere.
NY Post says, "Stop. Just stop," but the Post can kiss our collective ass. Why should we stop? You guys set the tone; we're just replying in like manner.
You'd better get used to it. If you can't take it, don't dish it out.
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Democrats don't want vote tallies examined for fraud, and do you know why? Because that kind of investigation will show how much Democrat vote fraud occurs, that's why. It's the same reason Democrats always oppose voter ID laws: making a voter show his ID stops vote fraud, and the Democrat party is the one that benefits from vote fraud.
But hey: on the plus side, we have at least one prominent Democrat on the record as saying that Trump's election was not even remotely fraudulent: he dismissed it as a "myth" that vote fraud played any part in the election.
In fact, 29 states are refusing to cooperate with the investigation.
Okay: so let's not hear any more complaints from the Democrat side of the aisle about "fraudulent" elections. We have at least 29 states claiming that there is no need for an investigation into vote fraud.
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"...[T]here are literally dozens of public cases in different states where a Christian was asked to bake an offensive cake and then was sued or publicly shamed for refusing." It's not about the cake; it's never about the cake. It's about making Christians do what they want.
That's why they never go to muslim bakers and do the same thing. It's nothing but religious discrimination.
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The solution to this problem is to stop holding rap concerts. Okay, if you guys can't go to a friggin' concert and hold off on your stupid gang violence for a couple of hours, we're going to have to take the concerts away.
This kind of horseshit doesn't happen at white guy concerts, you know? How often were there gunfights when the Grateful Dead or Kansas or ELO played? How often does it happen at concerts where actual music is played, rather than the syncopated doggerel that's marketed to inner city youth?
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Apparently, there's been no move by Democrats to compromise on the Illinois budget battle. And so it continues.
Someone in the comments made an excellent point. The comptroller is saying that Illinois is "running out of money" and it's $15 billion in debt; what that actually means is that Illinois ran out of money a while ago.
You see, when you're receiving a paycheck, and you spend it all, you're out of money. If you put $100 worth of sundries on your credit card, you've borrowed money that must be paid back. Even if that credit card has a spending limit of $5,000, you're still out of money. By running that card up to its limit you're merely making yourself more out of money.
That's why debt is a liability and not an asset.
The idea that Illinois has any money to spend when it owes creditors some $15 billion (plus an unspecified amount in unfunded liabilities, things like the pension plans it utterly fucked up maintaining) can only be taken seriously by a politician, someone who thinks his budget makes reality.
Illinois is boned.
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The fact that I'm vertical does not mean I'm capable. Just so you know.
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Okay, new month, and I'm still getting "bandwidth exceeded" messages from Photobucket. Not sure what the problem is but their site isn't loading for me, either.
So, did a quick search, and discovered something interesting:
They're charging for third-party image hosting. In other words, without a word of warning to anyone, suddenly they want $40 a month to allow people to link images from their Photobucket accounts.
No warning. No e-mail saying, "By the way, we're changing our terms of service." Nothing like that. If you go to the link mentioned in the pictures you'll see, way down at the bottom in tiny medium-gray text, "Our Terms of Service does not allow 3rd party hosting with your current account level."
Literally, it is the smallest text on the page. It's the same size as the copyright notice at the very bottom. The title of the page is "Your access to 3rd party hosting is temporarily disabled."
Do you know what I call this move? I call this the "please go use another service" tactic.
Because for one thing:
On the one hand, it's reasonable for Photobucket to ask for some help in footing its bandwidth bills for serving up images for folks on other websites; on the other hand, it will break a lot of graphics posted on the 'net and inlined in forums and blogs.I wouldn't mind it if Photobucket had given some notice to me and said, "We're going to change things." I could have been prepared for it. I also wouldn't mind if I could buy some limited hosting bandwidth for a nominal sum. Let's face it: after all the time I've been using their service I have something like 0.2 GB used out of the 10 GB of space their free account gives you. I'd be willing to pay $10 a month for third-party hosting, particularly since I know no one but me will look at all those images at one go, and if I do that it'll be via their site rather than links here. I'm not against paying a reasonable amount for a service, even if it was formerly free, because bandwidth isn't free, after all. I get it. I don't use very much, but I'm willing to pay something to cover that usage.
But going right from "it's free!" to "pay us $40 a month or you can't link at all" with no warning or notification is BULLSHIT, and it's going to cost them a lot of customers and subscribers. I mean, the image they serve in place of your pictures is designed to give you the impression that your monthly allowance of bandwidth has been exceeded, and the page it links to does its best to hide the fact that, "By the way, we're no longer letting you link to your images unless you pay through the nose, you fucking schmuck." In fact, while investigating why my hosted images were doing that, nowhere was I told that they were no longer offering that service for free. Their site doesn't say that anywhere, except for that one line of tiny print. I figured I just had to wait until the month was up.
They handled this so badly that I know that I'm going to migrate to another service as quickly as I can, and anything Photobucket tries to do to get me back will simply get a reply with this bullshit image of theirs.
I only learned of this because today their site is not loading, and I wanted to see if something had happened (like closing their doors or DDOS or something). A fiver says the Internet is expressing its displeasure with Photobucket the way it usually does, which means either Photobucket will relent, or close its doors. At this point I don't really care which, because regardless of what happens I now must review the entirety of the Fungus--all 5,705 prior entries!--and change the image links to whatever new service I end up hosting images at.
(Actually I only have to go back to 2010, which is when I started using Photobucket. Still, that's a lot of posts to sift.)
Because of Photobucket's bullshit, it's going to be a while before full picture functionality is restored to the Fungus. Just so you know.
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Last night, at an unknown time, Mrs. Fungus--mostly asleep--rolled over, hit me on the shoulder, and said fearfully, "There's a camera in the air!"
Considering that she was half-asleep, I figured something was flying around in the room, and if it was big enough to be called a "camera"--well, my fight-or-flight reflex cranked into high gear and I looked around. (And sometimes she'll see something and apply to it the first label she thinks of. For example, when a house centipede came crawling out one night, she referred to it as a "scorpion".)
"What is it?" I asked.
"There's a camera in the air!"
"I don't see it. Where?"
"It's in the sky!"
At this point I twigged to the fact that she had merely had a scary dream, and there was nothing in the room I had to get out of bed and deal with. But now I had a bunch of adrenaline in my veins, and because the fight-or-flight reflex had gone off for no reason my animal hindbrain settled on "flight", which triggered a friggin' anxiety attack.
I took a few moments to assess the situation. I took some deep breaths, trying to calm down, because I was about as jumpy as a nervous horse, one good startle away from full-on panic. The fact that she'd had a nightmare reminded me of some of my own; it got me to thinking about how little it really can take to put someone into a state of abject terror. This way lies ruin, so I did the smart thing and had a full tab of Xanax, even though I try to resist taking it. (One tablet makes me tired, slow, and stupid for at least twelve hours.)
How screwed up is that? Because there was nothing wrong, I needed the Xanax. If there had actually been a big bug or something in the room, it wouldn't have been a problem. If there had been something that needed to be dealt with, rather than just a bad dream, the process of dealing with it would have taken care of everything.
But because it was nothing--a false alarm at about two AM--instead of being able to go back to sleep I had to take a chill pill. I suppose having a shot of whiskey or something would have had the same effect, but we don't really have alcohol in the house since neither of us drinks very much.
It got to me because once I had a dream in which I was looking through a pair of binoculars and saw an eye in the sky, and thought it was a reflection of my own eye--until I realized that the eye was behind the stalks of corn in the foreground, meaning there was this huge ghostly eye near the horizon. That was one of those dreams where you start screaming in the dream, wake up, and are surprised to find you're not actually screaming in real life because fuckin' scary. That's the image I think of when I hear the quote, "When you stare into the abyss, the abyss stares back."
I'll tell you: life with chronic anxiety can be a lot of no fun. Thank God I live in an era with drugs that can treat it; otherwise I'd have ended up an alcoholic.
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Democrats actually put forth a bill to impeach Trump under article 4 of the 25th Amendment. The theory here is that Trump is "insane" or otherwise incapable of executing the office of the Presidency.
They offer, as evidence of this, his tweets and "...a bizarre litany of events and outbursts." I'm assuming that the "events" in question are things like pulling out of the Paris Agreement, you know, policy moves the Democrats don't like and don't agree with.
I'm not sure what sort of "outburst" might convince me that a President is deranged, but nothing Trump has said so far has even suggested to me that he's anything other 100% sane and my kind of guy.
To make it stick, they need a 2/3 majority. Right now, they have 25 whole people agreeing to remove Trump--out of 435--and they're all Democrats.
Good luck with that, guys.
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Today I have a list of chores that I must attend to. They're not big ones. I'm going to continue working on painting the patio furniture, and do a little cleaning.
Such a stimulating life I lead.