Category Archives: Inspection

Inspection- Loose, Nasty, Lips Sink Ships of State

 Has the way we increasingly “debate” politics brought the ship of state our forefathers brought us to this Titanic moment in time?
 ”Horseface?”
 REALLY?
 We might as well burn every Slim Whitman record and elect a REAL alien. The first may not be the worst idea I’ve ever had, the second I’m not sure rhetorically there would be much of a dif. And I must admit over the years I increasingly have felt like the aliens who tried to shut out Inspectionthe sound of Slim’s yodel-y voice.
 Politics has become the cotton candy of the rhetorical universe. Poison cotton candy. You might as well have Jimmy Jones sprinkling tainted Flavor Aid over it before handing the content-less, substance empty, confection over to the electorate and our children. Might as well have WWE wrestlers slamming chairs over each other’s heads, or the Stooges bonking each other, running for office.
 This is the way “adults” behave?
 If so there are children more wise, more mature, more adult-acting in preschools. Maybe we should elect them. Today’s kids know “bad touch” better than our president, maybe a certain Court bound frat boy, maybe even Al Franken. Maybe. Read more

Inspection- Kavanaugh Cannot Die

 This concept could work with almost any issue. It even could be widened to, “Do you really want to provide NO check for THIS president? VOTE Democratic!” How about a series of ads nationwide?

 Probably like many of you I got damn sick of the 24 hours a day Kavanaugh-a-thon. All we needed was Jerry Lewis or some NPR host pumping all the public vitriol tossed back and forth like some very toxic football. And especially how it was all topped off with a victory dance and Trump’s lie that he had changed his mind about Ford. InspectionTrump says whatever is politically convenient at the time for his base and those on the edges. As one judge said back before his political days, “I’m not sure he even knows when he’s lying.”
 But we simply can’t afford to let these things die. In fact it’s the perfect time to strike back. And I’m tired of the old don’t make waves attitude too many have in the Democratic Party. It doesn’t work. Obama made waves. Clinton made waves. Carter made waves. Hillary played it too safe. Kerry played too safe. Dukakis played it too safe. Gore played it too safe. Read more

Inspection- Figuring Out My Flypaper Mind

 Mostly this edition is a break from the ever intense Something Wicked This Way Comes daily political circus. Enjoy!

 I recently reconnected with one of my best friends from the late 60s: Alana, and her new husband, Jack. Well, he’s “new” to me. They’ve been married not quite as long as Millie and I have been, and that goes back to the 60s when T Rex used to chew off Inspectionthe tires of Fred Flintstone’s marble rock tire Norton motorcycle. Like most Brit vehicles built at their Stonehenge factory it was fun to drive but Fred constantly had to have it towed to Pebble Boys for repairs. Fred’s daughter kept threatening to sue them for stealing her name. Lucky for them she never did. Her husband-lawyer would have Bam Bam-ed them out of business.
 Yes, the mechanic’s name was “Rocky,” and “yes” I will stop with the admittedly stupid rock puns. I’m actually not a big fan of The Flintstones. Point being that sometimes the oddest memories gather in our minds as we age… as well as husbands, wives, debts, regrets and, hopefully not all completely interrelated. Read more

Inspection- Of Jeffrey Dahmer and Kacking Kavanaugh

 Even if I had had an ounce of sympathy for Kavanaugh his Clarence Thomas-like angry white guy routine would have dead ended that. When are Republicans going to get it that simply because Dems run a woman doesn’t mean any woman will do, that having a woman prosecutor Inspectiondoesn’t necessarily make anything better, and angry black guy doesn’t mean angry white guy will work as well.
 There’s two historical precedents here. Clarence Thomas: especially after the lynch comment, played right into one. Kavanaugh played more into the Charlottesville and “how dare you challenge the privilege I’m entitled to” white side to history. Thomas was playing on being lynched, Kavanaugh more like, “What do you MEAN I don’t necessarily have a right to lynch all those I loathe and claim are conspiring against me?” That’s why smearing it all with a coating of rancid conspiracy theory frosting made it far worse. Generally justices haven’t veered into this territory before being placed on the court while in front of Congress; instead they at TRY least to provide the appearance of being able to be impartial. This was basically a rant that provided Congress with a “Why I SHOULDN’T be a Supreme Court justice” focus.
 How can a party that had masters of framing like Ailes, Atwater and Rove be so damn blind and deaf sometimes, so grossly insensitive? Perhaps their radical ideology creates rage about specks they think they see in the eyes of those they disagree with but a blindness to the loaded semi’s worth of planks in theirs?
 Of course that doesn’t matter to their incredible shrinking base, but it does matter to the rest of America.
 What I’m about to type may seem insensitive to the MeToo movement, but I do admit I have a problem with the current focus of the attempts to kack Kavanaugh. Read more

Inspection- How Wonderful He Thinks He Is

 ”Why should we care how wonderful he thinks he is?”

  These are words from a column I wrote many years ago about Rush Limbaugh. I could have written it recently about Trump. Maybe he picked up this cheesy tactic from Rush? Maybe not: “blowhard” has applied ever since I first became aware of him in the 80s or 70s.
Inspection Who knows the exact year: I intend to ignore blowhards. I grew up with at least a few in the Carman family, and my mother’s family. Ignoring them as a kid faced with an arrogant adult who clearly has no high horse on which to parade around on while tossing insults and unwise nuggets they think “wisdom” was probably wise. Not one of them, however, were as bad as Rush or Trump. Well, maybe my Aunt Blanche. When my father told us she died he also said, “No one cried.”
 For some inane reason politically immature kiddies love this kind of ego bloated blather: supposed ‘adults’ who treat politics like it’s all about your team who is always beyond amazing. The other team? …always ‘baaaaaaaaddddd.’ These are the kind of people who think a valid debating point is calling someone a “libtard,” making up a story about a non-existent basement in a pizza parlor to promote libel and slander is perfectly acceptable behavior. Whatever serves the cause. Read more

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