Monday, May 25, 2015

Rembrandt (1936)

Charles Laughton
Gertrude Lawrence
Elsa Lanchester

Directed by Alexander Korda
Music by Geoffrey Toye



Charles Laughton as Rembrandt

Sunday, May 24, 2015

King Solomon, who wrote Ecclesiastes

http://www.phoenixmasonry.org/historypage.htm
Ecclesiastes: Chapter One
(King James Version)

... Vanity of vanities; all is vanity.
What profit hath a man of all his labour which he taketh under the sun?
One generation passeth away, and another generation cometh: but the earth abideth for ever.
The sun also ariseth, and the sun goeth down, and hasteth to his place where he arose.
The wind goeth toward the south, and turneth about unto the north; it whirleth about continually, and the wind returneth again according to his circuits.
All the rivers run into the sea; yet the sea is not full; unto the place from whence the rivers come, thither they return again.
All things are full of labour; man cannot utter it: the eye is not satisfied with seeing, nor the ear filled with hearing.
The thing that hath been, it is that which shall be; and that which is done is that which shall be done: and there is no new thing under the sun.
Is there any thing whereof it may be said, See, this is new? it hath been already of old time, which was before us.
There is no remembrance of former things; neither shall there be any remembrance of things that are to come with those that shall come after.
I the Preacher was king over Israel in Jerusalem.
And I gave my heart to seek and search out by wisdom concerning all things that are done under heaven: this sore travail hath God given to the sons of man to be exercised therewith.
I have seen all the works that are done under the sun; and, behold, all is vanity and vexation of spirit.
That which is crooked cannot be made straight: and that which is wanting cannot be numbered.
I communed with mine own heart, saying, Lo, I am come to great estate, and have gotten more wisdom than all they that have been before me in Jerusalem: yea, my heart had great experience of wisdom and knowledge.
And I gave my heart to know wisdom, and to know madness and folly: I perceived that this also is vexation of spirit.
For in much wisdom is much grief: and he that increaseth knowledge increaseth sorrow.

Thursday, May 21, 2015


A Small 
Wickedness


This is a story about something trivial. I tell it only because it indicates a cheese paring stinginess and cupidity in Industry today that exemplifies a dearth of good sense and basic decency in every strata of society.

Believe it or not, I’m talking about dishwashing detergent –– or rather the packaging thereof.

I’m a bit stingy myself, but I prefer to call it thrifty. I like to save a buck whenever I can on the purchase of basic necessities, and I abhor waste. So, naturally I gravitate towards places like The Dollar Tree where every item in the store is a dollar –– no more –– no less. If you know what you’re doing, you can save a good deal buying there. If you don’t, you can wind up spending a dollar on something isn’t worth 10¢. That’s how they make their money. 

They depend on a large segment of the population who “Don’t Know Shit from Shinola,” are proud of their ignorance, and have no desire to learn anything new, to continue happily to waste their money on out-and-out junk.

You might want to all that “wicked,” but I prefer to call it “stupid,” and leave it at that. There is no cure for stupidity, and it could never be legislated away.

What has me in a lather right now is the sudden change in the way dishwashing detergent is now bottled. Up until recently, you could unscrew the cap, add a little hot water to the contents stuck at the bottom of  the bottle, and get enough suds to wash three or four more loads of dishes. It gave my thrifty nature a nice glow of satisfaction to be able to say I had used every last drop of the product before throwing the container away.

Well, guess what “they” must have read my mind,  rubbed their hands together, chuckled demonically in unholy glee, and said to themselves, “We’ll fix THAT fellow. He won’t get the better of US anymore.”

And so they made the CAP stationary, and replaced the neat little pull out nipple with a cheesy plastic flap. The RESULT? We now are forced to WASTE that small-but-significant amount of the product.

Such cheese-paring practices not only frustrate and annoy canny consumers like me, when multiplied by the millions they also further damage the ecology by adding significantly to the toxic chemical waste that alarmists are always telling us will eventually make the earth unfit for human habitation.

For want of a nail a shoe was lost ...”

A small wickedness like this might be nothing more than a trifling annoyance if it only bothered me, but once you realize it literally affects millions, I think it’s worth fussing about.

This familiar packaging is now obsolete.
 Take a good look next time you shop.

Tuesday, May 19, 2015



Annotated Headlines Linked  
at Lucianne. com
 
Obama opens a twitter account in time for ISIS to thank him 
for all the new American weapons they have captured.

 
If you have an email from Hillary while she was SOS, hold on to it. 
It may be valuable on eBay someday.

 
Chelsea learns valuable lesson in Management 101. If Foundation 
has your name, you make the rules.
 
Ever get mad on Tuesdays? You will now. It seems most 
of the relevant evidence of corruption has been destroyed.

 
Realizing that failure is not an option, 
Obama looksfor someone else to blame.


$75,000 is a pretty mingy kick-back for a 105M contract 
Wonder what the others coughed up.


Membership in the Clinton inner circle has its rewards. 
Sooner or later, it could be prison orange.


Now we'll be wanting to know how the money was handled.

Sunday, May 17, 2015




FREDDIE GRAY

Oft we have heard of Freddie Gray,
And, when we crossed the town,
We chanced to see at break of day
His blood still raining down.

No mate, no comrade Freddie knew;
He lurks forevermore, ––
A sadder apparition few
Will see in Baltimore!

Oh you may spy the Dregs at play,
With Crack and Coke obscene;
But the tortured face of Freddie Gray
Will never more be seen.

“To-night the monkey on my back,
Says downtown you must go,
And take my pipe to fill with crack
To pushers with my dough.”

“That, Father! Will I gladly do;
‘Tis not long after noon ––
The Hopkins Clock has just struck two,
You’ll get your pipe filled soon.”

At this the Father roared and shook,
Then snapped out what he’d planned
“Begone and quick,” so Freddie took
The Meerschaum in his hand.

And hither towards the dens of vice;
With many a wanton stroke
Poor Freddie took his sire’s advice,
He knew it was no joke.

But riots rose before their time,
As Freddie wandered down,
And many hills did Freddie climb
To reach the flaming town.


The wretched father all that night
Kept cursing loud and vile;
But there was no one wrong or right
To neutralize his bile.

At day-break by his door he stood,
Peered towards the Inner Harbor;
And in a looking glass saw he should
Visit soon a barber.

Dejected now he turned, and cried
"I hope in Heaven we’ll meet!"
As on the pavement he espied
The print of Freddie's feet.

Then downward from the steep hill's edge
He tracked the footprints small;
Right to the edge of a stone ledge,
Atop a high stone-wall;

And then an open lot he cross'd,
With cans and bottles strewn;
He tracked the prints, nor ever lost,
Until it was high noon.

He followed through the cur-sed spots
Until he reached an alley,
A place of many dried blood clots
Deep in a shadowed valley.

Poor Freddie’s footprints disappear'd 
He ne’er was seen again
Though many said they greatly feared
He’d died in screaming pain.

Yet some maintain that to this day
He is a living Child,
That you may see poor Freddie Gray
His body undefiled.

Through Baltimore he trips along,
In sunshine rain and wind;
And hums a plaintive little song
Denying he has sinned.

Did Freddie Gray deserve to die?

~ FreeThinke with apologies to William Wordsworth

Friday, May 15, 2015

SEE PAMELA GELLER for YOURSELF
Make Up Your OWN Mind
What She May Be All About?

Thursday, May 14, 2015

A FATE WORSE THAN DEATH?


Your thoughts on the subject, please.

But first, see if you can 
DEFINE the subject?