Tuesday, June 25, 2019

SUMMER VARIETIES FROM A FEW YEARS BACK


First, have a sweep of some solid rockers perfect for relaxing on a summer day:


Now a couple songs to fall asleep to on a summer evening:


Now let’s take a break and listen to a sound from radio’s distant past with an aircheck of WODA in Patterson, New Jersey from 1922.

All right, time to get up and moving again:


Now let’s slow it down with The Civil Wars – Poison and Wine, although you might want to slow dance to this one by yourself.

Now let’s take a comedy break with The Altar Call’s Greatest Hits and Weird Al’s “Word Crimes.”

All right, back to the summer rockers:


David Lindley – Quarter of a Man: So many people are just like the guy in the song.


Now some more songs to fall asleep, or just relax to in the summer:


Now let’s increase the tempo a bit with Parlour Hawk – Home.

Now let’s take another comedy break with Paul and Storm – Me Make Fire.

Time for some hippy-era British folk music:


Pepper Rabbit – Older Brother: This song reminds me of talking with my roommates-or even sneaking down the hall to other students’ rooms to talk late at night at the school for the blind. It’s also quite evocative in general.

Petra – Prayer: Such resonant lyrics.

Ralfe Band – Cold Chicago Morning: I can just picture somebody walking down the street with their earbuds in swinging their arms in time to this song.

Now I’m going to return to my teenage years via 2014 with a triple shot of Rancid:


Now for a sweep of pre-Trump-era songs with a political or social bent:


Chris Tomlin – Even So Come: We so need to do what this song says.

Now for a news break:


First Place Blue Jays Pennant Race Song: Wish we could sing this song now.

Now, because like you need a reason, here’s the theme from Freakazoid.

Let’s keep that feeling going with a comedy break:


Steve and Vicki Cook – I Will Glory in My Redeemer: It is truly all about Him and the relationship we have restored to us.



Neville Peter - Nothing Between: Amen, that’s all I can say.

Ray Stevens – The Global Warming Song: Ray’s still got it, or at least still had it eight years ago

And now a double shot of Corb Lund:


And now some more summer rockers:


Let’s take another comedy break:


We’re gonna slow it down now. Such a beautiful song. This is Angharad Drake – Swing.

We’re goin’ country for a couple songs:


Now another set of summer rock tunes:


Al Di Meola – Mediterranean Sundance: A Mediterranean vacation in your own backyard.

And to get you up and moving again Nebraska – Vicarious Disco.

Now once again for something completely different:


Honeytree – Pioneer: True lyrics and a beautiful voice: what more do you need?

And staying with the Christian theme, have some Christian psychedelic music with The Belljar - Lost and Found.

Monday, June 24, 2019

NOBODY DIED AT SANDY HOOK

By Jim Fetzer and Mike Palesek. Createspace, 2015.

The point of a free society is to question things-even when those things involve the alleged deaths of little children, it is neither to personally attack people nor avoid debate for fear of hurting feelings.

This book, in the news of late, presents compelling evidence for the claim its title makes. However, it is also written in a way that leaves the reader quite free to make up his mind. Evidence is presented from a number of researchers from different perspectives, along with an appendix which more or less outlines the official story in the form of an extensive timeline.

Again, I am not advocating being a jerk and personally attacking Lenny Posner or anyone else connected with this event, people, but, in my view, it behooves anyone who calls themselves a thinking person to read "Nobody Died at Sandy Hook", which you can do here. https://botcast.net/pdf-nobody-died-at-sandy-hook-book-by-jim-fetzer/

Sunday, June 23, 2019

17 EASY WAYS TO MAKE A BLIND PERSON'S DAY

  1. When introducing yourself, use
loud, exaggerated speech. Since we're blind, it's safe to assume we're a
little deaf and dim, too.

2. Don't speak directly to us. It's always best to talk over our heads like
we're not there at all, especially if you are offering a service.

Example: "What would she like to order?" Be sure to ignore our attempts to
answer for ourselves.

3. Grab or otherwise manipulate our bodies whenever and wherever you deem
necessary. For example, if you intuitively perceive that we're going the
wrong way (even if you haven't asked where that is) just snatch the nearest
limb and lead on, Macduff!

4. If you aren't in a position to grab us, you can always shout instructions
in the hope that we'll know what you're talking about. If we look baffled,
just keep repeating the instructions in an increasingly frantic tone. We'll
clue in eventually.

5. Remind us often how grateful we should be that people are willing to
provide accommodations for us. While it's unlikely that we will ever, ever
forget this for more than five minutes at a time, it's a good idea to slam
the thought home when we're not expecting it. It builds character.

6. Stage loud conversations about us while we're in the room, because we
won't hear. If we hear, it's okay, because we won't understand. If we
understand, it's okay, because we won't care.

7. Keep all conversation firmly focused on blindness. If we try to interject
by discussing our education or interests, just redirect us. We get carried
away trying to be all normal, so it's helpful to keep us on track!

8. Be sure to describe all the other blind people you've ever met, in
extravagant detail. We couldn't be more fascinated by that blind guy who
skied, and that other blind guy who went to school with you, and that blind
girl you met on the train once-the one with the cute puppy. 

9. Make a habit
of asking us why we're "here". If we're on the bus, ask us why we're out
alone. If we're at work, ask us how we got the job. If we're in class, ask
us why we're in university. If we seem offended, ignore us: deep down
inside, we really enjoy presumptuous interrogation!

10. Dispense advice about how we should live our lives; the less you know
us, the more valuable your feedback will be. If you need a good starting
point, you can begin by analyzing our mobility tool of choice (cane or dog)
and emphatically demanding that we switch. We love that.

11. Involve yourself in our love lives, specifying exactly the type of
person we should date and why. If you think we should date a sighted person
because they'll be able to take care of us, we'll want to hear all about it.
If you think we should date a blind person because we should "stick to our
own kind" we will be all ears!

12. Give us things-money, coupons, whatever-because you pity us and want to
make our day better. Don't be phased by any apparent expressions of
confusion. ("Oh, that's just my gratitude face!") 

13. Stop us on the street
and thank whomever we're with for helping/taking care of/being so kind to
us. It's not as though we have real friends who genuinely enjoy our company.
No: if we're out with a sighted person, they are fulfilling a purely
charitable role. They will appreciate your praise, and we will feel extra
extra grateful!

14. Place your hands on us in any public place and pray. If we gently
explain that we don't want to be prayed for, rest assured that it's just the
secular cynicism doing the talking. When our sight is miraculously restored,
you'll be the first to know.

15. Make as many potentially dangerous practical jokes as you can think of.
A few good ideas include warning us of imaginary obstacles ("Watch out for
that tree-just kidding!"), concealing our possessions, and encouraging us to
"find" you while you run gleefully around us in circles. These were a staple
of primary school, and I treasure many pleasant memories from that era. Do
me a favor, and bring back the nostalgia!

16. Refer to us as "that blind person" even after you know our names.

Blindness is so integral to our identities that our names are really just
decorative, so there's no need to remember or use them. If we fail to answer
to "Hey, blind girl/guy!" just keep trying. We'll learn to love it.

17. Assume that our default status is "Help!" If we reassure you that we're
okay, thanks, don't fall for it. Insisting upon rescuing us every time we
cross paths places us into a position of dependence, which is exactly where
we belong.



Thursday, June 13, 2019

PRE-2008 MUSIC MIX

All the music featured in this post is from before the crash of 2008.

First, let’s rock it!:


Kaiser Chiefs – Ruby: A nice song all around.

Plain White T’s – Hey There Delilah: Come on, dude, you know she’s dating a good percentage of the guys at school 1000 miles away in New York City.

Now for a few TV themes:


Now for some hip-hop:


OK, let’s take a comedy break:


Now let’s take a short trip back to the sixties:


Now for one of the first YouTube videos that made it to television, “Spiders on Drugs.”

All right, we’re goin’ country:


So, we took a trip back to the sixties before, but let’s go _way back this time:


And for our final set, let’s have some more Christian tunes:


Tuesday, June 11, 2019

FASCINATING SOUTHEASTERN ONTARIO VIDEO AND AUDIO

Came across a couple fascinating dvds and some intriguing cds recently. First the dvds:

A Christmas cantata from Madoc Wesleyan and Free Methodist Church, Pastor Adam Kline presiding, Curt Brinkman mentioning the Centre Hastings Support Network was still in need of donations for Christmas Sharing.

A Centre Hastings Secondary School play put on by the PLP class: "The Brementown Musicians."

A dvd of someone's wedding accompanied by an extensive soundtrack of hits from the sixties through the eighties with sort of an emphasis on power ballads.

Now the cds:

A fundraising concert put on by a woman who wanted to go to Ghana to teach. Mentioned she had been involved with Northumberland Players. Friends of hers sang a variety of show tunes.

A Holy Week service from St. Mary Magdalene Anglican Church in Napanee. Part of 200th anniversary celebrations. They were joined by members of Christchurch Tyendinaga and St. Luke's, Camden East.

A Christmas concert put on by a choir or a group of some kind. The first half of the show was secular, the second mainly featuring religious songs. Both halves also contained recitations and stories to do with Christmas. Location unknown.

Friday, May 31, 2019

TALK TO THE HAND


By Lynne Truss. London: Profile Books, 2005.

Introduction

The phrase “talk to the hand” actually comes from the 1996 film “Jerry Maguire” and not “The Jerry Springer Show.”

Why am I the one Doing This?

Personally, I don’t mind voice mail as long as there aren’t too many layers. In fact, I find it more convenient than in the old days when you had to explain your problem to a receptionist. Now, the automated menu helps you better choose with which person you should be dealing.

I also like the convenience of being able to look something up on a company’s website rather than to phone them.

I do agree with the author about the effect the internet has on us whereby we think we can delete or ignore the real world the same way we do with things on the internet we don’t like. That’s where a lot of this social justice warrior garbage comes from, including safe spaces and the like. Hey sjws, in the real world, you can’t just block, ignore, unfriend, or delete everyone with whom you disagree. In the real world, there is still such a thing as free speech, part of which includes the words of the person speaking being heard by people who would vehemently disagree with the speaker, even to the point of thinking the speaker is the scum of the earth.

I do, however, disagree with what Truss says about the internet and choice. While I understand what she is saying about only being able to choose from what is offered to us which is, philosophically, not ultimate choice, greater choice is still part of greater freedom, if a smaller, less-important part than, say, freedom of speech as mentioned above. The fact I can now find out tons of information on any subject, have thousands of books at my fingertips, easily interact with people all over the world, and choose from millions of videos (everything from cell phone video of a woman talking about life in Pakistan to the latest “Kids React” videos to re-runs of “All in the Family” or “NYPD Blue”) is a form of freedom.

This carries over to real life as well. The fact I can mix any number of flavours of coffee, burger or pizza toppings, or choose from thirty different brands and types of milk, shampoo or deodorant in the store is part of free enterprise, freedom of the market and freedom of commerce.

Besides, our free society also allows someone to start a coffee chain serving only plain coffee for those who want the freedom not to go into a place where they’ll be confronted with all those different choices.

When it comes to freedom, I would also argue quite strenuously the internet has done wonders for allowing the free expression of alternative viewpoints and facilitated the interaction of disperate groups with one another.

As far as Truss’s theory of social alienation in the early twenty-first century, what it really comes down to is we’ve eliminated God from the equation of things, or turned Him into a means of acquiring things. That’s why people nowadays are the way she describes.

A good relationship with Christ is also the solution to the alienation a plethora of choice can cause.

As far as “children being on the shopping list” and “pick-and-mix religion” that comes down more to the above-mentioned elimination of the God of the Bible from our lives than from having too much choice.

Voter apathy is better explained by decades of lying, self-serving, do-nothing politicians than from an overabundance of choice, too.

My Bubble, My Rules

Regarding the first story about the fifteen year old English girl spearheading a campaign to allow students to kiss, touch and perform sexual activity in public, those of Truss’s generation can be blamed for this story taking place.

Firstly, with their talk of “free love” which sought to destroy all social mores around sexual activity.

Second, with their tactic of protesting every time they didn’t like what the establishment was doing. Screw the fact it’s an institution which has the right to make its own rules; what’s more important is we get to have things our way. If you don’t like what’s happening, just sit en mass in the dean’s office.

It reminds me of an incident in Canada that occurred a few years before the Swindon school story. A young man named Mark Hall, then attending a Catholic high school, wanted to take his boyfriend to the prom, which was against the rules. Now, I am no defender of the antichrist Catholic church, but those were the rules of the school Hall was attending and he should have abode by them. But of course, instead he started a protest, it went to court and the court ruled that, as the school received public funding, they had to let Hall and his boyfriend attend the prom or they would be violating Canada’s Charter of Rights and Freedoms, or at least that’s the way I recall it going down anyway.

I would have had Hall and all those who took part expelled. You can take whomever you want to the prom at the school you’ll be attending next year now that you have to repeat senior year.

Incidentally, sixteen being the age of marriage dates back to a time when the notion of the teenager hardly existed and the modern thinking of staying a kid till you’re 35 had never even been thought of. You left school in your early teens, apprenticed to your father or someone else for a trade and by sixteen you had enough life experience and maturity to settle down. Times have changed.

Regarding the Virginia State House’s outlawing the wearing of low-slung jeans, we have Truss’s generation to thank for this, too. They didn’t feel society had any right to tell people how to dress, so now we’ve gone from having to wear dress clothes to school or being expected to dress up a little when going to breakfast or grocery shopping to our women dressing like sluts and whores and our men dressing like slobs.

Regarding the story about TV on the tube, that’s more of a social engineering plot to eliminate independent thought than anything else.

Regarding the guy in Melrose, New York inserting heavy paper and strips of sheet metal into junk mail reply envelopes, where is the right of the companies advertising this way to try to make a buck?

Same goes for the advice about how to deal with cold callers.

 Besides, if the junk mailers and/or cold callers are scammers, then none of these tactics will work seeing as how criminals don’t respect people or obey the law.

Booing the Judges

Although I do not put much stock in modern society’s approach to treating disease, I would advise referring to a doctor as “Doctor.” They’ve gone to medical school for 47 years, so they at least know a little something. This does not, however, give people who have been to school the right to think people with less schooling know nothing whatsoever.

I am generally not a fan of referring to clergymen by their titles. The early church was not a hierarchical system of clergy and laiety. If I call a man “pastor” that is because he has been gifted by God with that office, not because he’s earned a piece of paper from a seminary which indicates I should address him in such a manner.

I would refer to politicians by their titles, at least to their faces, because that is basic respect.

These days it seems, we like our famous people to be totally messed up, which is why I think there’s a lot of hatred for Anne Hathaway.

Someone Else Will Clean it Up

As Christians, we should have compassion for people, but we should also balance that out with a recognition that every person is ultimately responsible and accountable before God for their sin.

PARODY TIME-THE HEART-DIARIES-TINA HORN


On a street in San Fransisco, there’s a house. It has windows, a roof, ceilings, walls, and even floors.

From 1949-1977, when I was in my mid-twenties, I worked as a dominatrix.

Now, this being a podcast, I won’t provide you with any context as to how I got this particular job, nor even why I was interested in doing such a thing in the first place.

I was truly just so into every scene I played. It never once occurred to me my clients might largely consist of selfish jerks, a lot of whom would have been better to spend their money on a shrink rather than on our services.

During the lulls in the day, we’d watch old porno movies on the little television the mistress of the common body house provided. At least that’s what I tell people: really we spent our days watching reruns of “Gomer Pyle, USMC” and “Highway to Heaven.”

Again, this being a podcast, it wouldn’t behove me to tell you how my job as a dominatrix affected life outside of work, or go into any kind of meaningful details about why I decided to leave the common body house, then gradually dominating people altogether and what I did afterwords. Suffice to say that house still has a roof, ceilings, walls, and floors. (Hoods broke all the windows and it’s against mistress’s religion to get them replaced.)