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mallorys_cameraIf you voted for Trump, this is your handiwork:
You did this.
You might as well have been standing there on that subway car with your Sharpie.
You may not have intended it. You may have been voting for what you thought were pro-growth fiscal policies or a stronger defense.
But this is what you wrought.
For the record, I’m a Jew, and all my life, I’ve had violent, reoccurring nightmares about being dragged off to the camps. I had second cousins who died in the camps.
Whether I like you personally or not – and really, I’m one of those people who would have protested to FDR when he was trash-talking Adolph Hitler, But he’s a vegetarian! And he really likes dogs! – this morning I’m inclined to spit in your face.
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Actually, I can respect people who voted for Trump because they wanted pro-growth fiscal policies. I think they’re delusional, of course, because increasingly, raw materials are sourced globally. Instructive case in point: Miracle-Gro.
People who voted for Trump because they wanted a stronger defense are just idiots, though. Your chances of dying because your cat tripped you in your hallway are 100 times higher than your chances of being shot by a foreign-born Islamic terrorist.
Of course, if you factor in white native-born terrorists, your chances of dying shoot up exponentially.
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In other news, Netflix has gotten The Third Man! One of my favorite all time movies!
Harry Lime is a kind of Steve Bannon prototype, no?
Nobody thinks in terms of human beings. Governments don't. Why should we? Lime asks the naïf protagonist Holly Martin. They talk about the people and the proletariat, I talk about the suckers and the mugs - it's the same thing. They have their five-year plans, so have I.
I’ve seen The Third Man countless times, but I never get tired of it. So I watched it again last night.
I refuse to own a TV though I do watch waaay too much streaming media on an old computer.
And generally, I watch streaming media in bed.
My cat Rutger hops up on the bed, positions himself on the pillows, and watches with me. He looks forward to it, in fact! He starts trying to herd me into bed so he can watch movies as soon as it gets dark.
“That’s impossible, Mom,” RTT scoffed. “I’ve studied animal biology, and I know. Animals do not watch movies.”
“Oh, I’m not saying he’s seeing anything remotely like what I’m seeing when he watches the screen! But he’s definitely watching the screen.”
“You’re just wrong, Mom. You’re –“ He struggled for the word.
“Anthropomorphizing?” I offered helpfully.
“Yeah. Anthro-whatever.”
But it’s Robin and his science professors who are wrong on this one.
And last night, Rutger did something that was very, very weird.
The Third Man has a very famous soundtrack that’s played entirely on a zither.
And very early in the movie, when Holly Martin, searching for Lime, stumbles upon Lime’s faux-funeral, the zither music starts ascending – never studied music theory, so I have no idea what the correct term is. But the notes were going up.
When this happen, Rutger rose from the pillows and froze. He stared at the screen.
As the melody repeated itself, Rutger walked over to the screen and began batting it with its paws.
I wonder what he was hearing?
I suppose the zither notes were the same frequency as some bird cry or the screech of some other primordial feline prey, deeply embedded in Rutger’s brain circuitry.
It was very interesting and rather amusing, though I hastened to separate Rutger from the computer before he could do any damage.
I am now thinking the Motion Picture Association of America needs to add a new rating: Unsafe for Cats.
You did this.
You might as well have been standing there on that subway car with your Sharpie.
You may not have intended it. You may have been voting for what you thought were pro-growth fiscal policies or a stronger defense.
But this is what you wrought.
For the record, I’m a Jew, and all my life, I’ve had violent, reoccurring nightmares about being dragged off to the camps. I had second cousins who died in the camps.
Whether I like you personally or not – and really, I’m one of those people who would have protested to FDR when he was trash-talking Adolph Hitler, But he’s a vegetarian! And he really likes dogs! – this morning I’m inclined to spit in your face.
###
Actually, I can respect people who voted for Trump because they wanted pro-growth fiscal policies. I think they’re delusional, of course, because increasingly, raw materials are sourced globally. Instructive case in point: Miracle-Gro.
People who voted for Trump because they wanted a stronger defense are just idiots, though. Your chances of dying because your cat tripped you in your hallway are 100 times higher than your chances of being shot by a foreign-born Islamic terrorist.
Of course, if you factor in white native-born terrorists, your chances of dying shoot up exponentially.
###
In other news, Netflix has gotten The Third Man! One of my favorite all time movies!
Harry Lime is a kind of Steve Bannon prototype, no?
Nobody thinks in terms of human beings. Governments don't. Why should we? Lime asks the naïf protagonist Holly Martin. They talk about the people and the proletariat, I talk about the suckers and the mugs - it's the same thing. They have their five-year plans, so have I.
I’ve seen The Third Man countless times, but I never get tired of it. So I watched it again last night.
I refuse to own a TV though I do watch waaay too much streaming media on an old computer.
And generally, I watch streaming media in bed.
My cat Rutger hops up on the bed, positions himself on the pillows, and watches with me. He looks forward to it, in fact! He starts trying to herd me into bed so he can watch movies as soon as it gets dark.
“That’s impossible, Mom,” RTT scoffed. “I’ve studied animal biology, and I know. Animals do not watch movies.”
“Oh, I’m not saying he’s seeing anything remotely like what I’m seeing when he watches the screen! But he’s definitely watching the screen.”
“You’re just wrong, Mom. You’re –“ He struggled for the word.
“Anthropomorphizing?” I offered helpfully.
“Yeah. Anthro-whatever.”
But it’s Robin and his science professors who are wrong on this one.
And last night, Rutger did something that was very, very weird.
The Third Man has a very famous soundtrack that’s played entirely on a zither.
And very early in the movie, when Holly Martin, searching for Lime, stumbles upon Lime’s faux-funeral, the zither music starts ascending – never studied music theory, so I have no idea what the correct term is. But the notes were going up.
When this happen, Rutger rose from the pillows and froze. He stared at the screen.
As the melody repeated itself, Rutger walked over to the screen and began batting it with its paws.
I wonder what he was hearing?
I suppose the zither notes were the same frequency as some bird cry or the screech of some other primordial feline prey, deeply embedded in Rutger’s brain circuitry.
It was very interesting and rather amusing, though I hastened to separate Rutger from the computer before he could do any damage.
I am now thinking the Motion Picture Association of America needs to add a new rating: Unsafe for Cats.
