FERRERMAN- AGAIN?

My first thought when I heard about The Rape Academy was, "How's their football team this year?" Well, that's my first thought about any online school so, please don't be offended.   There is not much new under the sun in the year of our Trump 2026 though, so I didn't doubt it even though the first posts about it said that 62 million men were *enrolled* in this unnatural extension of Trump University and evidently that figure is actually the number of views the site has gotten. That is abhorrent in itself, but it represents a smaller number of fucking weirdos looking at it a whole bunch of times.  I assume this is some *dark web* shit but I don't really know. I'm not going to look it up! What I hear  is that much of it is guys filming and talking about raping their own wives for the entertainment and bragging rights, with other like-minded scumbags. I can only assume there are some procedurals outlined for students as well. That is sickening. It's ...

 So much speculation about Trump likely being senile. Yet we listen to him talk to FOX's Maria Fartaroma and he sounds so almost reasonably lucid and normal. Stupid- but good. If you want a conspiracy about his mental health, try this on for size: They are using the possibility of Alzheimer's to try to cover up the fact that he's a fucking idiot.  People are sympathetic to Alzheimer's. Except for Maga, people aren't generally sympathetic to stupidity. Probably every family in America has an elderly loved one who is steadily losing it mentally. We see that grandma or grandpa is forgetful and getting lost in the past while telling stories and forgetting people's names more than usual. And you know this is beyond the normal cluttered mind of old age. It happens to the best of us.  Well, Trump is certainly not the best of us. I have been pondering this a long time, but in my umpteenth bingeing of "The Sopranos", I started thinking of this more when the epi...

 I am always at least a little suspicious of sex scandals involving politicians or celebrities. You should be too. Fame is a dirty game played with sketchy people on the fringes trying to manipulate those on the pedestals of life, for fun and profit. The legitimacy of accusations should come into question. There should be investigations. There should not  be lynchings, out on the range or on social media.  Congressman Eric Swalwell is a leading democratic candidate to be the next governor of California. That's a pretty serious gig. Timing being everything in life and politics, you do have to question the timing of this woman coming forward and of those that followed her revelation with their own tales of untoward encounters with Swalwell. Why now, when he's leading a governor's race? Why didn't this happen when he was a mere congressman? That's still a pretty big target. Did someone hold onto this info for better timing or was this woman a victim who could no longer...

 Last night I learned I was "Generation Jones". That sounds like black exploitation flick Tarantino might have made, but it's not. It was a YouTube about the 1954- 1965 segment of the post-WWII "baby boom" children and how we really aren't boomers.  I never felt like I was a boomer. In our family of 7 kids, two older sisters are actual boomers, four of us aren't (technically now) and the youngest might be an "X". I don't really know what the demarcations are of the X, Y and Z's. Why did they start so early in the alphabet with double b's and then jump to the end? Did they know Trump was going to destroy the planet? Why start with alliteration and then go straight to the higher Scrabble letters? It doesn't make any sense. But it doesn't make any sense that I am a boomer either. Never felt like one, but stupid kids of one of the three other generations still might say to me, "OK, boomer" if they think I'm too pre...

 I'm often surprised when people recognize me. Several years ago, I was walking downtown, passed a popular restaurant, and about a block and a half later, an exhausted old grade school friend tapped me on the shoulder. "Buns" had been having lunch with his wife and another couple, and in a slit second had recognized me as his old pal, Ferrerman. How did he do that? I hadn't seen him in a couple of decades. I probably had looked right at him in the window, but nothing registered on my end. Later I remembered that Buns and his same wife had seated themselves at the bar in the town I was working, years ago, and greeted me by my name, a trick often used by customers to fake familiarity because the house forced us to wear name tags. Had he not introduced himself, I never would have spotted him. It was a "Cold Case" moment, if you recall that show.  Most recently, I was in a nearby store and saw one of my cousin's kids and his wife, a few feet behind me. I smi...

Saw a meme this morning about how the actress Helen Hunt won the Academy Award for best actress in 1989 and thanked a former teacher of hers for believing in her. In the meme, it was related that the teacher was fired for refusing to fail young Helen and opting instead to tutor her for her dyslexia. Helen gave the then-retail worker the $3million earned for being chosen best actress, and the woman opened up a school to tutor other kids like Helen.  Red flags all over the field for this one. I think the only true thing was that Helen Hunt won best actress that year. (I'm not even sure of that!) It's not true that winning that award comes with a cash prize of any amount. Somebody Snopes'd it, but Snopes is one of those sites that DEMANDS you take your Adblocker out back and kill it before you can read. You can't just pause it and enjoy the ads with the story. Many sites that DEMAND such violence go on to require you to subscribe for a low, low fee to spare you from having...