The Bishop and the Butterfly: Murder, Politics, and the End of the Jazz Age

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Uncancel Woodrow [righting our 2024 ship]

Les McCann moves on

his song was critical for college studies... (and light &fun. Any other jazz tracks to glide along & carry you 20mins w/o forcing yourself to get all serious?)

[Trump/GOP/Supremes] hard right goes harder

Preparing to purge government of "enemies", Trump pushes his authoritarian message, GOP promises support...

Meanwhile Supreme Court gets to review 14th Amendment disqualification efforts and a host of Trump immunity & delay forever efforts.

And Jack Smith pleads for Trump irrelevancies to be kept out of court, even as he asks for expedited rulings that directly affect prosecutability of his cases, as well as delays that push further into campaign season and possible Trump self-pardons before trial.

[Russia/Ukraine] war by demographics & next steps

Russia falls into its backwards focus on trying to revive a birthrate in free fall by treating women as only breeders while ignoring the male job security that creates conditions for more young families. Not that the war with it's deaths/injuries + mass exodus of young men creates a stable background either.

Shane MacGowan kicks off

Likable possibly not. Annoying? Good evidence.

Transformative? undoubtedly. I'd have a drink for him, but he drank up all the booze.

What about the environment?

While Greta pisses off the environmentalists, and weirdos praise Munching as doing the most, and others think what Biden's done is sufficient for the danger, and still more think that Elon's quirky Tesla venture has made the problem go away, forgetting about it's tiny numbers, lack of charging stations, non-green sources of those charging stations, plus fueling planes & factories & mineral extraction...

But apparently Exxon-Mobil once had it all figured out... at least the problem, even before Al Gore

Sometimes art's a real pisser

Not sure if "taking the piss out of someone" applies, guess gets down to a piss terminology.

[Trump/GOP/SC post-indictments]


After Donald Trump posted on Truth Social, "IF YOU GO AFTER ME, I'M COMING AFTER YOU!" Jack Smith filed a Motion for Protective Order.

Smith is claiming that the prosecution can not safely turn over all the requested discovery evidence until they know that Trump can't make…

College conundrum & other shifts

"How College Towns Are Decimating the GOP

Growing population in America’s highly educated enclaves has led to huge gains for the Democratic Party. And Republicans are scrambling for answers."

2 in 3 college counties grew more Democratic since 2000


Personal Information

Defies gravity Can spit really far Almost touch my toes Can cut a fly's legs off with a beer cap from 20 paces Know how to say useless stuff and prattle on in a dozen languages Don't know when to shut up
Favorite Quotes
To be for or against the Plague, it's much the same thing. Fiddledee, how a body shure do get around - just 2 weeks ago I was in Mississippi and now I'm all the way to Tennessee... Eat or Be Eaten Better to be pissed off than pissed on.
Born in swaddling clothes (designer, of course) at the confluence of big waters, my first recorded words were "Dad, can I have the keys to the car?" Raised a Southern Pedestrian, my musical talents were recognized at an early age, leading to my being exiled to the shed out back with a stack of books that became my eddykayshun - advanced readin', writin' & ritmytick, creating a major quandary of "what will I do, oh what will I do?" (Gunslinger) As an old black man advised in song, "You Gotta Move", so move I did, traveling the byways sideways even a lot of driveways, picking up sticks and psychological tics, even movin' to Beverlee through a quaint misunderstanding of the seriousness of TV series, until finally I blew up so big the carry nation incarnation tarnation couldn't hold me no more, so I fixed my sights on yonder sitar, and like Queequeg and Paul Bowles and one of those abducted kids by the Pied Piper of Hamelin, I ventured forth to the larger world, pickin' and grinnin', doin' me some reckonin' and naughts from naughts, occasionally rightin', building me some buildings and wiring and just trying to understand the babble comin' out of people's mouths and heads, I finally ended up in what Rummy quaintly calls "New Europe", which ain't so new from what I sees, but that pit in my stomach from lack-of-moving-sickness finally disappeared, and instead I sit behind a whopping big desk stacked with missives from all the chiefs with big whampum around the world telling me "what's going on". Which seems like a load of boolshit to me, but I guess that's what keeps me busy and entertained now, separatin' the weeds from the chapstick. So my name is Perry Keys, or Peracles to you, and since my mammy always said, "say please and thank you", I added the please, but I'm holdin' back on that thankee until I feel you've earned it. But do welcome, and I hope we's a gonna have a real good time. It all starts with, "I wuz born a poor young white chile livin' in the South..." and we cycle through again, like Nietzsche and his infernal regurgence. So enjoy, and let's spin a spell...


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