EBRD as in European Bank for Reconstruction and Development.
This is a fatal mistake. The need for oil and gas supplies in the years ahead will be massive.
Environmentalism as currently practiced, is more like WISHING ON A STAR. If we continue to promote this fantasy, we’re headed for economic collapse.
Lindsay, a mathematician and scholar, is about as bright a guy as you will find — and STUNNINGLY articulate.
His analysis of CRT here is almost a work of art.
And, remember, this is still a left-leaning guy who might STILL wind up on MSNBC debating Joy Reid. Should that happen, Ms. Reid will be in serious TROUBLE.
Believe me.
As long as there’s a bandstand, the music never stops.
A holiday greeting.
My apology if my sentiments don’t comport with those usually expressed on this day. I wrote this poem when Trump was President. But I STAND BY my lines. Nothing EXISTENTIAL has changed.
We Americans
We’ve clung to the traces
Of lies once believed,
These spasms of
Star-spangled spin,
Then ditching forensics,
Adherence to facts,
Licensed fresh liars,
Nonplussed.
High on the mesas
Of pasteurized zeal,
We’ve roasted our martyrs
On spits,
Lip-synching birdsong,
Regressing in tweets,
We warblers of
Camouflaged fraud.
Racing through stages
Of cauterized grief,
We’ve sanctified
Ripples of hope;
Skirted the moment
Of tide-turning doubt,
Dividing awareness
In two.
Heartened by hucksters,
Their halcyon chants,
We’ve glowered at
Sages and seers,
While heard in the markets,
On cable, the street,
Proof that our moment
Has passed.
JAD, 2018
Everybody’s Talking . . . But for How Long?
Why does Parker think this? Because, according to her, CRT is BORING.
Let’s hope she’s right — though, me, I’m not so sure.
But what IS clear is that the entire BLM/CRT hustle has been a textbook case of blatant, misinformed OVERREACH.
As a rule, WASTE LIKE THIS DISSOLVES.
Whoever believes that the US will retain its dominance in military hardware just because it spends more on defense than the next 10 countries combined — HAS HIS HEAD IN THE SAND.
Even as we use our defense procurement system as an arm of CORPORATE WELFARE, other countries are rapidly attaining weapons-system parity and in some cases, have surpassed us.
Here’s Russia’s latest entrant into the arms race — PUTIN’S CITY-KILLER:
As per Zero Hedge:
“Estimated at 178 meters (584 feet) long and about 15 meters (49 feet) across, it’s twice the size of the UK Royal Navy’s largest submarines, but more impressively is equipped with AI-guided nuclear tipped underwater drones which according to one prominent Western source are capable of hitting coastal targets lying 6,000 miles away.”
PARITY IS COMING . . . IF NOT ALREADY HERE.
SMILE!
The World
Looks like Finland’s top of the heap.
North America
Dead heat between Canada and Costa Rica. The US a tick behind. Yet, two from the Anglosphere.
South America
Uruguay uber alles. Brazil to place. Chile to show.
Europe
Finland wins but in close pursuit — Denmark, Iceland, the Netherlands, Norway, Sweden, Austria, Germany, Ireland and the UK.
And people ask me — WHY I PRIZE THE ANGLOSPHERE!
The Middle East
Israel, handily.
East Asia and Oceania
New Zealand, Australia, Taiwan. More Anglosphere plus adjunct, Taiwan.
Africa
Mauritius, though it’s HARDLY AFRICA. Try the Indian Ocean!
. . . Posing as Anti-Racism
This clip features Bion Bartning, founder of the Foundation Against Intolerance and Racism. He’s a Mexican Jew married to a Russian Jewish refugee. They pulled their kids out of Riverdale Country Day School in the Bronx so as to prevent them from being indoctrinated with CRT.
LISTEN TO WHAT HE SAYS HERE.
He’s both reasonable and right.
NO QUESTION.
So, it’s clear we’re self-cannibalizing. But how much further will it go?
Top 10 Homeless States
New York
Hawaii
California
Oregon
Washington
Massachusetts
Alaska
Vermont
Nevada
Colorado
Only one RED state.
There’s a definite correlation between handouts and dropouts. And in blue states, obscene inequality.
Will Congress or state governments address this?
Ever?
Or is it the start of SOFT GENOCIDE?
Your call.
Well, your railroad gate, you know I just can’t jump it
Sometimes it gets so hard, you see
I’m just sitting here, beating on my trumpet
With all these promises you left for me
But where are you tonight, Sweet Marie?
Bob Dylan
How many faces do you see? Is SWEET MARIE’S among them?
A SMALL DETAIL
A sense of loss,
A hint of death,
The young in fevered ranks.
The dream of roles
Perfected,
Some cleansing rite to come.
We pass through every
Porous stage,
Seek truth in tepid tropes,
Yet still pretend
That love is all
And time a small detail.
JAD, 2021
Who painted this? And what was the point, EXACTLY?
SPASM
Rioters, glib and
Aching to loot,
Yet brimming with cause
And conviction,
Act certain that
History has sent them,
Cite truths only
Lately alleged.
JAD, 2021
There are no answers. Only that feeling.
Mmm.
HONEST WORDS Gossip rages, Nothing's learned. We yearn for honest words. A poem to meter Meaning And counter solemn lies. JAD, 2021
Charles Bukowski.
FAKING IT They rigged the game With Cocoa Puffs -- Out-sugared other brands. Renaming candy Cereal, They fed us sweet disease. Next, they sold us endless war And leased us back our blood. JAD, 2021
Queens from Tudor Place.
COMING ON EVENING
Evening softens around me
As light-sharpened edges
Are sheathed.
The breeze, like a slow-
Flowing current,
Grazes my face with its grace.
The young, reassembled
And drinking outdoors,
Have gathered on Park
At St. Bart's.
Strange, how this part
Still attracts me.
Attuned to these precincts
For forty-five Junes,
I marvel that life
Has resumed.
JAD, 2021
Large or small, we fall.
DUST IN THE WIND
From a smallish life,
Came smaller thoughts --
Recalling a path
Through a field.
ANYTHING ELSE?
Not really.
NO WONDER SHE HAD
NO GOALS.
Somehow, she did have kids.
WHO DIDN'T?
American life
Was nothing like this.
They were rubes on a
Prairie of plenty.
WHO MAINLY JUST LIVED
FOR THEIR KIDS.
And hoped that their dreams
Panned out.
DID WE?
What -- pan out?
Go ask.
I WOULD IF I COULD.
YOU KNOW THAT.
You say.
JAD, 2021
How do you take it?
A SPLASH OF RED WOULD BE FINE!
TORRID
Deeply enfolded in
Swift, summer heat;
Propelled by a
Dark chocolate high;
Humidity ramping,
Sea-breezes choked
As Midtown hosts
Sidewinding night . . .
Laced with remembrance,
Discounted by fear,
My tee shirt now soaked
With my sweat --
I scramble down cross-streets
Through steaming remorse
Till stopping, unthinking,
Spent.
JAD, 2021
Beavis et Butt-Head in hell.
UPDATE
Twilight devolves into
Cracked-pillared night,
Past powers of pollsters
And popes.
The dour beg leave
To retire.
The hegemon, gloating,
Disguises his ties
To crypto-wise
Digital thieves.
He ignores both the
Dead and bereaved.
Contrarian trackers
Of Taliban tricks
Have offered to
Quarantine fear.
Some in the House
Wish to fund them.
Startups unvetted
Are vying for cash.
Momentum investors
Go long.
May the God of their fathers
Protect them.
JAD, 2021
My, you’ve a bloody mouth!
Tudor Place 