RIGHT WORDS

If there is a more charming pair of movies than “Enola Holmes” 1 & 2 I’d very much like to know what they are. Millie Bobby Brown (Stranger Things) nails the character with charm and poise unparalleled in my experience. We came to know her in Stranger Things, but easily come to love her in these two (so far) movies. Her frequent interface with the fourth wall brings light into her performance that enhances the experience.

They’re good stories, too. Mystery with action, charm, exactly no friggin’ queers, no bad language, did I mention charm?, and with correct period scenes, clothing, and attitudes. The movies—and the books from which they spring—take us to the late 19th century in England, with Enola interplaying with the well-known Sherlock Holmes and Mycroft, her older brothers. Sherlock is played by Henry Cavill, who has great good looks and thus is not the best actor to play Holmes…though he fits well enough here. The definitive Sherlock is unquestionably Jeremy Brett, but he’s dead, so….

The books from which the movies evolve are by Nancy Springer, an American writer, which came as a surprise to me. The details in her excellent books about Enola Holmes (there are currently eight) concerning the mean streets of London slums in the late 1880s led me to believe Ms. Springer had grown up somewhere near London, or perhaps had some grand way to peer into the past and describe so colourfully the street scenes, the manner of dress the heroine wears, the attitudes between the various ‘castes’ of English folk at the period, and a lot more. These clever details could only come from close experience or vast, truly vast, research. But she is in fact American by birth.

The movies don’t exactly follow the text, which means once your interest is piqued by the Netflix movies, you’ll have to get the books. Ms. Springer has an extremely clever way of turning a phrase, and this makes for delightful reading. The books are sometimes touted as for ‘young readers,’ but that’s a damned lie. They are SUPERB examples of the writer’s art. The fact that there is no cursing on the pages makes boneheads think only the young would enjoy these. By all means, BUY ‘EM!!! C’mon, Millie Bobby! Give us Enola number 3!

I suspect a lot of people won’t like this. But I don’t care. It’s all TRUE, believe it or not. Vast hordes of people have tried mightily to conceal all evidence of the truth about this from the world for many years. Their efforts are tireless and ongoing. However, there are those who have become awake and aware of the truth, much as many of us are being awakened today to the horse manure ongoing in seats of power in the leading nations of the world. There is recent evidence, for example, linking the development of “Covid vaccines” to chemical warfare studies going back over 20 years. Let us begin:

There were 5-1/2 million Jews in Europe before WWII.

There were 5-1/2 million Jews in Europe after WWII.

The 6 million number was bandied about during and before WWI.

There’s a book out there called Tell The Truth & Shame The Devil, by Gerard Menuhin, published in 2015. Yes, that Menuhin. One of the first points the author makes is that, “…what the average child is taught about major historical events is a pack of lies.”

Jumping to the chase, let us briefly consider three major works on the Second World War. These are Eisenhower’s Crusade in Europe, Doubleday, 1948; Churchill’s The Second World War (six volumes, 1948-1954); and de Gaulle’s Mémoires de guerre (1954-59). The total pages are over 7000. The years cover 1948-1959:

NOT ONE WORD OF NAZI GAS CHAMBERS IS TO BE FOUND IN ANY OF THEM!

There is NO WORD of any “gas chambers,” “genocide of the Jews,” nor the magic “six fucking million.” One can safely assume those three men knew everything — every goddamned thing — there was to be known about matters in and of the second world war.

More later. Sleep well.

Today is the 25th anniversary of my residence here in the wilds of Idaho. Yep, been here a quarter century. In the interests of sharing some of the peace I have found here, I’ve attached a simple version of an old tune, my playing both parts, and an image of my back yard.

Peace and best wishes to all of you who occasionally drop into my blog site.

……………..R

When he does, it’s the wise man who pays attention:

My apologies for posting info on Tucker Carlson somewhat prematurely. It would appear he is diddling around instead of posting on Twitter. Meanwhile the world spins, more crap is dished out by the useless, traitorous and evil Biden administration and a host of other bad sources, and we here in the far west sit, smoke our pipes, care for our loved ones, and sharpen our knives.

This is one of the best bits of entertainment I’ve seen. Back in the day it was a filler for Bones, for which I never cared. David B. was no longer a vampire, and I never liked his female costar, so Bones was not for me.

I never saw The Finder before now. It’s based on a guy who can locate anything, and in fact has a phobia to do so. That  guy’s played by Geoff Stults. He has a great costar in the huge, 6’5″, 280-pound Michael Clarke Duncan (who owns a bar, the center of all action-starting & -ending), a Federal Marshal played by Mercedes Mason, and a young delinquent under the care of the big bar owner. The juvie is played by Maddie Hasson, of whom I’m a fan. In fact if it were not for my looking for shows with her in it I’d never have found The Finder.

Sadly there are only 13 episodes. Each sort of stands alone, so there’s not much of a story line that was cut by the ending of the series.

The show ended because many of the fans of Bones bad-mouthed The Finder, and the show was also presented in a haphazard way that didn’t help.

One tragedy came with it. Michael Clarke Duncan had a heart attack shortly after the first season aired, and shortly thereafter passed away, age 54. He was great in his part in this series.

If you can find the show, have at it. It’s great storytelling, often with a grand twist.

The meat industry in Australia is killing pigs by means of gas. They are doing it in a manner that is inhumane in the extreme. No need for details, just be aware that the pork industry there consists of the lowest forms of humanity. Spread the word and maybe something can be done about it.

It’s time to cut Lia Thomas’ genitalia completely off. It wants to be a woman, so that’s the first step. It’ll help it identify with being a woman, not having that stuff rattling around in its trousers. Then we’ll have to drill a hole in its crotch (maybe two-inch diameter?) and put some sort of flexible receptacle in there. And of course a set of breasts need to be sewn onto its torso. Maybe get ’em off a friendly hog. Removal of the Adam’s apple might just leave it speechless, but…who cares!

There is only one word to describe this ‘man’ who was able to beat the best women swimmers in the world. That word is:

LOSER!

As one goes along in life, odd things are heard in passing, some of which stay with us…even though they are perhaps not quite right. Examples:

GYPSY ROVER
“He is a gypsy, my father,” she cried.
“A crook, a pimp and a boozer.”
“And I will stay ’til my dying day,
With my chiseling, tipsy loser.”

RICHARD CORY:
We beat the meat and cursed the bed,
And one day Richard Cory went home and ate the cat.

ONE MORE:
The Vince Guaraldi Trio will now play “Castrate Your Friends.”

The Guardian in England said: “Twenty children and six adults died in the shooting on 14 December 2012.”

EXCEPT THEY DIDN’T! Want proof??? Here! TAKE A GOOD LOOK:

Nobody died at Sandy Hook. There was lots of video footage of the hired actors milling around, seen from above, and they milled and milled in circles, attempting to portray mass confusion in the area. This proof, like that exposing the holohoax, has largely been taken off the Internet. But lots of it remains. Intelligent people can find it. Idiots just go along with what they’re told.

Alex Jones was railroaded in a courtroom full of liars and assholes. He’s still fighting it and many are with him.

Don’t ever forget Robbie Parker, the laughing jackass who had to wipe the grin off his face before crying for the camera about his ‘dead’ child. If you’d just lost a child, is there anything that would make you laugh? Comfort from a joke-telling priest? An hour of Bob Hope reruns? A playful kick in the nuts? NO!

I just lost a dear friend. For the next day or two do you think I could burst out laughing? Hardly. And my friend was not my CHILD, people.

Stop believing all the MANURE you’re being fed. I don’t expect to see Audrey Hale walking down the street anytime soon, but would not be surprised if I did.

My dear friend John Linebaugh has died.

I am shattered.

A cold wind blows through my heart. Words fail me.

God bless him, he was a legend in his own time.

Rest In Peace, amigo.

Covid was developed by the Pentagon and released near Ft Detrick, Maryland. The first people that got the non-mutated real deal had their lungs “…fill up with glass,” and it all got blamed on e-cigarettes. Anyone remember that? How e-cigs got blamed??? That happened MONTHS before there was any mention at all about a lab in Wuhan, and when it was mentioned, there were 7 total variants in the U.S. with only 3 variants in China. That again proves the virus was released in the US, and the Pentagon had a “vax” ready to go. Only it was not a vax, it was the second kill-wave shot. (Info from Jim Stone)

(I warned you more stuff was coming. This is some of it.)

And pay him richly for his time in illegal incarceration. Take the money in LARGE HANDFULS out of the pockets of the f*cking c*nts who put him in jail. These include Pelosy, Schumer, non-president Biden, and all the media heads who authorized the ongoing lies to the American people about the events of 6 January 2020.

And then put those media liars in jail for twice as long as Mr. Chansley has sat there…or better yet, hang the bastards and bitches for treason.

This is the United States of America, not communist China.

I am sick of all the lies I’ve been fed all my life by those who knew better. I’ve only got started in my ranting. Stay tuned, and hold onto your chairs.

Yep, “Wolf Pack” again.

Get woke, go broke.

As President Trump put it: “Everything woke turns to shit!”

There’s an interesting concept in this show, some good ideas, great acting, but…nothing is going to make me watch two men kissing repeatedly in a large close-up on screen.

Nor do I enjoy hearing actors & actresses use extremely bad language when, in most cases, there is no cause for it. It’s just thrown in for shock value.

Another fault is the dead-slow presentation of events with way too much doleful music as the event is dragged out. In the first 15 minutes of Episode 6 NOTHING happened. Booorrring.

Good ideas? Yep: Never before have I seen any attempt in written or on-screen stories to cure a werewolf. That seems to be an upcoming possibility in the “Wolf Pack” story. But I won’t be there to see it. There’s just too much other good stuff available for entertainment without queers and profanity.

Goodbye, Sarah Gellar.

The best? Dunno…yet

Most innovative? Absolutely!

Mind-blowing? You betcha!

Worth a listen? O God, YES!!

I may have to alter my opinion of who’s the world’s best guitarist.

Never in my many decades have I been so flummoxed as I was today by this guy. Please note: All the notes and percussion you hear are from this one fella and that one instrument. How does he do it? I have no idea, but suspect computer enhancement.

Give a listen to Marcin Patrzalek, who at age 15 won $22,000 in a major music contest in Poland, and then, age 16, released his first ALBUM:

The ebooks I’m reading are scans of existing books. They have to be, inasmuch as there were no book scanners in the 1930’s, and no computers on which we could read ebooks. In the scanning process an occasional error crops up, words are not caught exactly right, and the spelling and wrong-word errors often make it into the resultant ebook. Such is the case with “Terror in the Navy,” April 1937. Either that, or Doc was a really nasty fighter. Take a look:

“Doc Savage took the man by the anus first, and got the gun, then grasped the fellow’s neck, and the man became unconscious.”

If he got me like that I’d give him the gun too.

The art of ‘throwing one’s voice’ is something most of us have seen. From Edgar Bergen to Jeff Dunham, there have been many excellent ventriloquists over the ages. Darci Lynne is one of the best. Here she is, age 12, on AGT…which she eventually dominated, winning the million dollar first prize, youngest contestant ever to do so:

When I was a young lad I read, most likely in the “Doc Savage” books, about ventriloquism. The hero could throw his voice to make it appear up on the roof, down a hallway, in the basement, or outside if the ‘thrower’ wanted to give a false impression to the persons hearing the voice. Impressible child that I was, I believed this to be possible. I might have been eight, ten, or so. So…

Got library books. Studied it. Learned how to do it. Became a ventriloquist. And, to my intense disgust, learned that the authors telling about ‘throwing the voice’ had no idea of its limitations. For example, if I am in the kitchen and you’re 20 feet away in another room, I cannot make you think my voice is on the other side of you, or outdoors, or anything like that. I have to give you MISDIRECTION that you can see. And the sound particles always come from me, not from behind you or on the roof, etc. So if you’re in the same room as me you’ll be able to tell, if you ignore the misdirection, that I’m the sole sound source. It pissed me off when I was young that I’d been fed blather from whatever author was dishing it out. One loses faith in writers that way.

A ventriloquist with a dummy moves the critter’s mouth to emulate talking, while the ventriloquist keeps his lips from moving while speaking in the dummy’s tone of voice. The moving head and mouth of the dummy is the misdirection. I recently saw Jeff Dunham with Walter on his knee give the impression of someone calling to them from another room. In this case the misdirection was Jeff and Walter looking over Jeff’s shoulder to the far distance, but the sound came from Jeff. Because it was a video there was no way to establish that the sound waves were actually coming from Jeff, but if you were in the same room you’d be able to tell.

Enter Lester Dent, creator of Doc Savage, and author of most of those books. Many times this fellow has his heroes ‘throw the voice’ to save the day. Doc throws it down a mine shaft to make the bad guys guarding the entry to the mine think they got an order from someone inside the mine. Any good? NOPE!

Monk has his pig talk to the pretty girls who think the sound is coming from the pig when there’s no misdirection. Monk doesn’t have his hand inside the pig’s back for head and mouth movements. Any good? NOPE.

So this is another dunning notice against my favorite imaginative-action author. He does get the majority of his info right, and I have to wonder how he was able to research so much stuff, be it UFOs, anti-gravity, electronics, etc., in 1935.

Now, on a lighter note: My favorite Doc Savage author, Lester Dent, had a fabulous imagination. He wrote most of the Doc Savage novels from 1934 to around 1940. Unfortunately, he had trouble with WATER in one of his early books, stating that Doc and his crew compressed water to make it heavier and thus make Doc’s submarine dive. Water is, of course, incompressible and Mr. Dent ought to have known that. But we let it go.

Moving right along, Mr. Dent proved to the world that he had absolutely NO IDEA of what water is.

It’s H₂O, which means each of its molecules is composed of two hydrogen atoms combined with one oxygen atom. Nothing else in there in pure water.

Sadly, Mr. Dent didn’t realize this and published the STUPIDEST THING I’ve ever seen in print. In the story, Doc’s on his way across the desert (“Resurrection Day,” from 1936) and he has to travel light. He took along some energy pills in lieu of food, but not water. Instead…. Here it is:

“Doc added to the pack a flask containing, not water, but the chemical parts of water, minus the unneeded ingredients.”

I laughed for a long time when I read that. So was Doc on his way across the untracked desert with huge bottles of hydrogen and oxygen? How was he going to combine them when he wanted a drink? I guess he was packin’ instant water…just add water!

Again, DUHHHH!

Take a look at this vid to see the horror of what’s going on in Ohio. This poison sank to the bottom of the lakes and streams. How is it going to be removed? Can it be removed? The Biden anuses refuse to provide assistance to Ohio, despite the fact that the DOD is responsible for setting all the poison on fire, even in train cars that were intact with good security on their poisonous contents.

Our “government” is intending to kill you.

Mike Adams of NaturalNews.com nailed it. Mike knows his stuff and posted this about the pseudo-government-initiated eastern Ohio disaster near East Palestine, Ohio. This spill should NEVER have been ignited, which the government in fact did:

“The burning of vinyl chloride…releases phosgene, a World War I chemical weapon that maims or kills biological beings on contact. The train crash provided the perfect cover story for genocidal government agents to essentially detonate a chemical weapons bomb over prime farm land, not far from heavily populated cities. The entire Ohio River basin will be impacted by the fallout for years to come, with massive die-offs already being reported, and both soils and foliage to be impacted with actual acid rain (hydrochloric acid), formed as the combustion products of vinyl chloride combine with water vapor in the air.

“(The media are largely silent on all this, pretending that the real threat to humanity is carbon dioxide.)”

Once again I state that it’s way past time to take up arms and rid ourselves of the garbage that’s posing as the current U.S. administration. There’s no excuse for the ongoing terrorist acts being perpetrated against you and me by the phony Biden administration. WAKE UP!

OF THE CARIBBEAN!

I just watched all five movies of the series. If someone can’t be entertained by this fabulous bunch of tales of the old pirates, starring Johnny Depp, then they can’t be entertained by ANYTHING!

Good God! This is good stuff!

Disney at its best: Special effects you won’t believe if you don’t see ’em. Wow!

Best movies I’ve seen in many long years. In fact, I can’t name anything better.

I recently saw a YouTube vid on how some of the tricky parts of the movies were made. One of the biggest sea battles was filmed…are you ready?…INDOORS!

Of course Disney fired Johnny Depp because the stupid woke corporate suits believed the lying bitch to whom Johnny was married. But because the world needs—nay, demands—a sixth course of “Pirates,” it would appear from current reports Disney is eating crow and trying to get Johnny back. The woke bastards at Dismal, er, Disney, don’t quite know what to do other than offer LOTS of money to the actor. A public apology is also in order.

We sincerely hope the good Mr. Depp steps up and does a sixth movie. No one—NO ONE—can take his place, and he’s not getting any younger.

Wonder why egg prices are so high? First, the feed from two major suppliers is screwed up to cause hens to stop laying (a proven fact!). Why? Here’s one reason:

And here’s what’s behind it, from back in 2011, if you still think the bogus ‘vaxes’ are a good idea. Yes, that’s Bill Gates (A.E.*) in the picture:

Here’s one last tip. Many think the world is overpopulated. One prominent man does not think so. He’s Elon Musk.

WAKE UP!!!

*A.E. = Asshole Extraordinaire.

Eat a peach?

I’ve done it many times.

[It’s an acquired taste, y’see.] [I hope I don’t have to explain that in detail.]

My girlfriend bought me Eat A Peach when it first came out (1972) because she knew I was so taken with “Blue Sky,” an amazing and beautiful song. It’s on the Peach album by the Allman Brothers Band, which I still have in vinyl.

The two guitar solos on “Blue Sky” are by Duane Allman and Dickey Betts (superb guitarist & composer of the song), in that order, with a brief overlap in the middle. For years I longed to be able to play Duane’s solo.

But this is 2023! I looked on YouTube and found, to my immense joy, an isolated track of just Duane, everything he played on that song. I’m in the process of learning it. In another ten or twenty years I might get it. [Edit: Took me just under six months. I now have it COLD.] Here’s a bit of Duane’s original:

Duane Allman played lead guitar on Wilson Pickett’s “Hey Jude” cover. That solo got the attention of Eric Clapton. Long story short, Duane and Eric became the best of friends. When I first heard “Layla” I was convinced Clapton was the greatest guitarist of all time. Turns out the bits I loved in Layla were all from Duane Allman.

I just read his daughter Galadrielle Allman’s fine book, “Please Be With Me,” about her father (Duane died when she was two) which confirmed that it was Duane who came up with the lead riff on “Layla.” Tom Dowd, who actually mixed the original recording, confirmed it on another YouTube vid. Here’s the song from which Galadrielle got her book’s title, with Duane on slide. In case you can’t tell, he’s playing a resonator acoustic guitar:

Intros!

Famous music intros!

The most famous riffs by the greatest composers/musicians!

There have been many famous introductory ‘riffs’ in music over the ages. Who can fail to recognize this:

Or this:

With apologies to Rossini, the latter generally evokes the childhood memory of “Hi Yo Silver!” in those of us old enough to have heard it on the radio ten million times as the theme song for the Lone Ranger, 7:30 p.m., M-W-F.

Despite the world-wide fame of those two intros, I’d bet a shiny nickel that ten times as many listeners would instantly recognize this:

Ah, yes, we all say, Eric Clapton on “Layla.”

BUT THAT’S NOT ERIC CLAPTON!!!

It’s DUANE ALLMAN, the world’s greatest guitar player of all time! Clapton invited Duane to play on the recording, and besides giving the song this incredible opening, Duane also played slide all along the way of the song, some of it being the most unearthly and mind-blowing music I’ve ever heard. Here’s a sample, isolated, of part of Duane’s work on “Layla”:

Yes, that’s in “Layla,” audible if you use headphones on a good recording. And there’s a lot more of Mr. Allman in that recording.  There are multiple overlays of both Eric and Duane playing, including a mind-numbing duet. All for now.

Here’s some more of Lester Dent’s amazing descriptive writing.

“THE SUN sank, a majestic, exaggerated scarlet salad on the green garnish of the wooded horizon. A fan of engilded light made a beacon of the west for a time, gradually retreating. A few clouds hung like crimson puddles in the sky. Dusk came slinking in like a black fog. The sky was cloudy.”

This from ‘DOC SAVAGE, THE LOST OASIS.’

[Bad language ahead. Block your children!]

I just lost nearly two full days dicking with my computer, mostly on the email. I have an account through the University of Michigan, which is POWERFUL. The U. of M. has CLOUT. However, that account runs on gmail which is owned by fucking Google. Now, Jim Stone (superb alt news site) long ago said that Google is trash, as well as YouTube and Instagram. I use YouTube for music stuff, not politics; ditto Instagram, so I don’t have problems there. But when my email failed to work several times in a row over the past few weeks and I really needed to get what was being sent me, I got to work trying to fix it.

Turns out the problem is some phony ‘security’ issue that Google, which I will henceforth call Joogle (Sergey Brin and Larry Page, founders of Joogle, are Jews), has decided to change. They no longer allow “less secure apps” to run for any length of time. One of these ‘insecure apps’ is Thunderbird, an application which I’ve used for well over a quarter century with zero security issues. As with all my computer stuff (I’ve been messing with computers seriously since about 1983) I NEVER allow updates. Updates ALWAYS and INVARIABLY screw things up and cost me time. As an old man I don’t know how much time I might have left, but I sure as hell don’t want to spend it dicking with a recalcitrant electronic box.

As I was saying, once I turn on access to “less secure apps” everything with my email runs fine…for a few days. Then it goes bad. My latest email problem wasted three hours of my time. The email suddenly would not work. I knew I had clicked to allow “less secure apps” so I never checked that. After three hours of dicking, I finally got in touch with a fellow at the U. of M. who suggested I turn on “less secure apps”. I had already done that, but looked anyway, and sure as fucking shit the goddamn button was turned off automatically by Joogle. This is grounds for a serious lawsuit. Joogle NEVER TOLD ME they were going to do that.

Joogle blocked an important missive a lawyer friend sent me. The lawyer got angry, I got into a rage, and still don’t know why the assholes at Joogle blocked it. That’s still more grounds for a lawsuit against the cocksuckers who own Joogle.

In the near future I may have to go to *.aol for my email and abandon the slick and influential “umich.edu” banner. All thanks to the utter assholes at Joogle.

Thank you for your time.

This lovely collection from Ben Garrison, via Infowars:

AND SO WE DESPERATELY HOPE!

After a brief hiatus followed by a two-week re-fling with Twitter, I’ve decided to initiate a fresh blog site. Some of it might look familiar to my followers — both of you. If all goes well, I’ll continue to post on this blog site items that interest me, and some stuff based on my opinions and life-long experiences, all for your entertainment and edification.

I also write books. I’m overdue on number four in the Rico Morgan series, and that’s because of the massive voter fraud that occurred two years ago. It hit me like a ton of bricks and I’ve been unable to write ever since. However, you may just be surprised one of these days and see a new (green) Rico Morgan book for sale.

You can buy all of my books on Amazon, and my Alaskan Retreater’s Notebook at most book stores. Click on the above image to take a fast trip to my Author Page on Amazon. You’ll find book descriptions there and a bit about me. (Amazon killed the old blog link with their ‘upgrade.’)

Enjoy! Live life to the fullest!

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