“Senator Ron Johnson Is An Apostate Cold-Hearted Prevaricating Fornicator”

Just Jamie and me this time, a couple of dudes flying solo and getting into some pretty deep wisdom. Or deep into some pretty wisdom. Or whatever. You’re welcome.

A few notes:

It turns out there’s no law against duplicating a key that says “Do Not Duplicate” on it. Printing that on the key is just a suggestion, like “Look Both Ways Before Crossing the Street” or “Don’t Eat Meat WIth Your Dessert Spoon.” But maybe because people take it seriously it actually makes your home or business LESS safe when you prin that on the key? Anyway, lots of locksmiths will still do it.

I wonder what would happen if somebody started making keys that said “Don’t Not Duplicate.” It would probably open the door to an apartment that had lots of staircases in it where you couldn’t til which started where.

Don’t not duplicate my key.

Jamie and I talked a little about basketball.  I’ve gotten way more into hoops during these playoffs than I have for a while, probably because the Knicks were in for five minutes (“Trae is balding!”).  A friend sent me this great article from the failing New York Times about the Brooklyn Nets and the amazing Kevin Durant, who is now also out of the playoffs, but not before doing a bunch of unbelievable stuff. Shit?

And I can’t ever talk about Durant without thinking of this clip of him from a street ball game at Rucker Park, in Harlem, in New York City. The clip is uncut, and I am always blown away by the building, almost orgasmic excitement among the people in the crowd regarding Durant’s performance, so that by the time he hits his fourth three pointer (of the clip- they’d been playing for a while before this) they literally can’t contain themselves and have to run out and just touch him- see if he’s even real... 

I get so irritated (maybe you’ve noticed) when people purposely misuse words. Here’s an article in the Milwaukee Journal Sentinel about the linguistic precision of gifted orator Senator Ron Johnson. And of course one of things that’s so frustrating to me about all that stuff is that often I am seeing it in a situation where I am by myself, and because of the way it’s presented it’s easy to go “Is nobody noticing what a lying, disingenuous, nonsensical sack of shit this guy is?” So it’s very gratifying to see something like this, where Johnson showed up at a Juneteenth event and got booed and chanted at disparagingly. It’s not just me!

Of course not.

And of course, it’s entirely possible that Johnson would be thrilled to have people boo him at a Juneteenth event, and use that footage proudly in his next campaign video.

I implemented this system in my email inbox a while back, and as long as I pay attention day to day (which I sometimes don’t) I find it works incredibly well.  I feel like one of Jamie’s biggest complaints is that he is incapable of managing email (“Whirlwind!”). So I sent him a link to this. I’m fairly certain he hasn’t and won’t ever look at it. But then again, he may surprise me.

Me, about to be surprised by Jamie.

What did I miss?

“The Owls Washed the Kitchen Floor”

Another episode sans Joe and Jamie, another episode of stuff to note! Or not, “to note,” which in my mind implies giving notes (“Sean, how about less hemming and hawing? Also, could the chicken story be only an hour insted of two? Fucking endless... and it’s not exactly the Zack Snyder Justice League cut!” “You mean the Justice League Zack Snyder cut?” “Fuck you!” “How about we give notes without attacking?”) . More like, “there is further explication that could be done on some of the things discussed, so how about a few kind explanatory notes...”

Some things were said that maybe, just maybe, I regret saying? Out loud? Not to Amber, I really feel like at this point I can say anything to Amber (not that I would or that she would want me to!), but to a microphone attached to a recording device that will then be broadcast into the universe for tens of devoted listeners to hear. Like, “I’m a writer.” Yikes. But hey, to quote the immortal Pat Conroy (who for some reason I’ve been thinking about a lot lately, and was looking for what he said about a place I’ve never really been except briefly a little when I was on the road once but want to go for a real visit  because of what he wrote about it, so I searched for quotes of his and coincidentally found this),  

“Do you think that Hemingway knew he was a writer at twenty years old? No, he did not. Or Fitzgerald, or Wolfe. This is a difficult concept to grasp. Hemingway didn’t know he was Ernest Hemingway when he was a young man. Faulkner didn’t know he was WIlliam Falkner. But they had to take the first step. They had to call themselves writers. That is the first revolutionary act a writer has to make. It takes courage. But it’s necessary.”

Bon courage, it’s a revolution!

Anyway, some stuff:

This is not the thing I read about people watching the same TV shows over and over, but it IS in the Atlantic, so...

Let’s not forget, although I didn’t mentin it on this episode (which is remarkable, because I seem to mention it at every opportunity, and voila! Cas in point!), that I got in a fight at a Billy Joel concert. That happened in the mid 80’s, so it was long before Amber was artistically inspired by this.

Yeah, they’re coming for Dr. Fauci. Here’s a thing I referenced, an IG story from Trump Jr.. It’s pretty twisted. Just wait til he runs for President!

And here’s a whole article on the Trump/right attempt to fuck Fauci (I know, from a leftist communist socialist BLM critical race theory source, can’t wait til this Trump hating motherfucker goes to space I hope he doens’t come back).

We’ve talked about thought experiments a couple of times, and how hard I find it to understand why people fall so hard for the nonsense. Here’s an interesting article from a while back explaining some of the reasons pretty well.

Amber didn’t really run into Barbra Streisand on the street, she was just yes-anding me when I asked her a dumb question (and Jamie, notice that she didn’t even SAY “Yes, and...” I asked her who she ran into, and she immediately said “Barbra Streisand!”). But here is the venerable New Yorker (they have a lot of people who have said they are writers that work there) on what some people missed about going for walks during the pandemic, or why running into people is cool even if it’s not Barbra Streisand. Or something.

What did I miss? Let me know in the comments.

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