FERRERMAN- AGAIN?

Due to the wonders of algorithms, my zone has been flooded with videos about narcissists, since my last remaining sister sent me one that was germane to our oldest sister. I've never been much on psychobabble, yet I've always acknowledged there indeed are  many truths in them thar assessments. Like our oldest sister being a narcissist. Ohhhh yeah. Definitely. Short story is that I am completely out of her life, unofficially because I refused to turn over my life and finances to the care and custody of her and her husband. Officially- from her end- I'm merely belligerently ungrateful for all she and her husband had done for me. Still not sure if that's done "for" or "to". I'm not the bad guy for wanting to choose where I would live and how I would spend my money over her intentions for me. Her plans for housing me first were an apartment that would more than eat up my SS check, and a stipend from her and her guy so that I could also eat. I did not...

 Do you ever read some person's ramblings in the comments section of any internet site and think to yourself, "OMFG! This asshole could be President of the United States! He's a fucking idiot! This guy is as dumb as Trump!" The bar is set pretty low when you have millions of mental defectives who could step into the White House and continue doing The Lard's work without skipping a beat. The bar is damn near buried in the scorched earth of democracy and getting deeper every hour. There is absolutely no difference between Trump and random posters in thought, *policy* and communication skills. The entire cabinet- the whole regime- is made up of the same morons that you would find waxing pathetic on Twitter or your local paper's site. This is very disconcerting.  It's not representative democracy as the nation has kinda-sorta strived for these past 250 years. But maybe it is? Perhaps it is over now, and we have gotten the government we deserve because we'v...

 Back in the 90's and into the ought's, I was a pretty serious NASCAR fan. I had my favorite drivers- mostly Ford guys like Rusty Wallace and Mark Martin. Growing up in the 60's and 70's, I knew about cars and loved them. Still do. NASCAR races would seem to be a natural extension of that, but that world of racing was at the time, cloistered in the southeastern states. Occasionally the "Wide World of Sports" might show a race on the weekend, and if you were lucky enough to see that, you got a taste of the action in the old days of Richard Petty and Junior Johnson. That was the best NASCAR back then, like seeing Babe Ruth and Ty Cobb playing in their prime. Junior Johnson, they say, had actually gotten his start running moonshine. He was a real outlaw and a good ol' boy. This also was the time when "Win on Sunday, sell on Monday" was a real thing. The stock cars were actually (modified) versions of the Ford, Dodge and Chevrolet muscle cars that yo...

Let us pretend for a moment that Trump actually is as wonderful as he thinks he is, Maga knows  he is, and the media so desperately wants to believe he is. That is a lot to pretend for us reasonably normal folk but relax; we will soon go back to the normalcy of independent thought. This is just a side trip into the delusions of others. It'll be just a minute.  The guy is damn near 80 years old and in steadily declining physical and mental health. Though not bedridden, he could go at any time. Whatever they are injecting into him to make him somewhat publicly presentable and slightly lucid given his role as president, can't be good for what is left of his mind or body. It just can't be. In their desperation to make him presentable and to get as much out of him as they can, while they can, they may well be hastening his demise. That is the good news. The bad news is, what happens when his body and mind give out and death becomes him? Is our suffering over? Or has it just begu...

Watched a curious film last night ("Shame") which got a 7.2 on the IMDb Richter scale. If I don't know exactly what a film is about, I'll take a perfunctory look at IMDb to check its score to see if it's worth a look. They are pretty reliable and serious movie fans, so they don't give away much in the synopsis. I appreciate that.  "Shame" looked to be a promising sex romp as the blurb about it read: "A nymphomaniac's carefully cultivated private life falls apart after his sister arrives for an indefinite stay."  Aside from one's buddies, who is going to cockblock you more than a sister? My little sister (the one that was like a little brother to me) warned all her girlfriends that she would kill them if they dared sleep with me. I'm not going to say that hilarity ensued as a result of that, but there was no carnage either. Most of them weren't a part of my dating pool anyways. Nor was I a nymphomaniac either. I was just a go...

My algorithms last night brought me the story of a combat Marine whose first war experience was in 1968 at the brutal siege of Khe Sanh. His was a good story. He was from a good, middle-class family in Connecticut. His parent's plan for him was to go to Notre Dame in South Bend like his father did. I think  his mom went to St. Mary's but don't quote me on that. The young man didn't really have the grades for Notre Dame, but worse than that, he didn't have the football talent either. Dad, an FBI agent and an alum, wrote letters to get him in there anyway, but the son knew it wasn't for him. He gave it two years before it became evident that, yes, he really didn't have the grades, and he flunked most of his courses and left school. His father (and mom) was livid, seeing it as an act of rebellion and a personal affront to them. The boy went to a USMC recruiter in New Haven and signed a contract. His dad had sternly warned him that losing his college deferment m...