Rollin' Like Sisyphus

BREAKING >>> Federal Court Flips OSAAP The Bird

Posted in The Fail Pail by Huckleberry on May 26, 2015

Injunction preventing the rollout of Our Simple Affirmative Action President’s grand plan to replace a native population with a foreign one is upheld:

The U.S. Court of Appeals for the Fifth Circuit ruled in favor of Texas, which had sued to stop the amnesty, on all key points, finding that Mr. Obama’s amnesty likely broke the law governing how big policies are to be written … “Because the government is unlikely to succeed on the merits of its appeal of the injunction, we deny the motion for stay.”

That hand-slapping sound you hear coming from the east is just Republican leadership high-fiving each other in the Congressional cloakroom, not because a crisis was averted but because now they get to capitulate on their own amnesty bill in the hopes that immigrants that will never vote for them stop calling them racists.
But hey, chalk it in the W column if for no other reason than Our Simple Affirmative Action President has to file a lot more paperwork.

Good Music Friday

Posted in Good Music Friday by Huckleberry on May 22, 2015

A weekend is a weekend is a weekend, or so the prophets did foretell.
Seems a weak matter for divine prophecy, but who am I to quibble. It’ll be quitting time soon enough, in every way that matters.
A quick look around the news dial shows some of us got to that conclusion a little earlier than the rest of us, but that’s fine. Plenty of room next to the howling abyss.
Pull up a chair.
It’s Memorial Day weekend, a time for beers, cookouts, and sometimes earnest but mostly pro forma requiems for fallen soldiers in our long and storied history of KINETIC MILITARY ACTIONS from the Halls of Montezuma to the so on and so forth. I’m certain those fallen soldiers, to a man, rest content knowing they paid the full measure of their devotion in blood to “protect our freedoms” from tyranny, like having a government pass sweeping trade pacts under the cloak of secrecy, using every bureaucratic and prosecutorial arm of government at harass political and ideological enemies at every level, to conspire with criminals to perpetrate manifold frauds upon the public, to debase the money in their pockets and abscond with their wealth, to conspire with enemies to subvert actual strategic and tactical interests, to foster and ignite absurd racial and socio-economic conflict, to foster and coddle and mal-educate a generation of countrymen so delicate and fragile as to present several existential liabilities, and to offend the moral and ethical sensibilities of decent folk at every turn, just to get in their faces.
I’m so glad their sacrifice prevented all that.
So no, on this Memorial Day I will not be thankful for my nominal freedoms, but I will pay reverence and gratitude for the fallen soldiers who made the ultimate sacrifice because the sacrifice is the virtue here, not the result.
It’s not their fault the dice came up snake-eyes.
Not much going here this weekend. The weather is still unseasonably cool and unseasonably wet, yet despite that we’re in FULL PANIC MODE over a drought that is mostly about revenue generation and gubernatorial dick-swinging. We’ll have a few beers and burgers and bratwursts on Sunday, some yard work on Monday, and I’ll probably sleep straight through tomorrow if there is in fact a kind and just God in charge of things.
Get ‘em in and make it a bitchin’ weekend.

Gun Chalk

Just about 74 years ago, one of the most indelible naval battles in history took place, the Battle of the Denmark Strait, a battle that kicked off perhaps the greatest quest for martial revenge since Achilles dragged Hector along the Trojan beachheads.
Here’s a re-creation:

Song Selection

And your musical accompaniment:
Sink The Bismarck
Sink The Bismarck S/P
Johnny Horton
Columbia Records | 1960

Guilty, But Not Responsible

Posted in The Fail Pail by Huckleberry on May 21, 2015

So the perpetrators of the biggest criminal fraud in the history of Western civilization — both in magnitude and audacity — arrange a deal where they are found guilty of felonious activity yet are allowed to continue business as usual, up to and including sticking their victims with the bill for the one punitive consequence of their convictions:

Investors yawned at the news Wednesday that five of the world’s biggest banks, including JPMorgan Chase & Co. and Citigroup Inc., agreed to plead guilty in a currency-rigging probe. They’re among six banks that will pay $5.8 billion in fines. Barely more than a year ago, criminal charges against major U.S. banks were considered unthinkable, with lawyers and analysts viewing felony convictions as a death sentence and a threat to the financial system. Now, by granting waivers allowing lenders to keep operating even after a felony plea, the government has managed to punish firms while protecting them from fatal consequences.

Of course.
When justice demands the guilty be utterly dissolved and liquidated, naturally, the best solution is to stay the course Because Economics. Do note, also, that they only copped to a minuscule fraction of the malfeasance each and all perpetrated. And I have no doubt that investors “yawned” at the news.
We know what happens when they do anything else.
It wasn’t until this very moment that it occurred to me that governments don’t so much utilize Ponzi schemes, they are themselves Ponzi schemes.
When the fix is in, get the fuck out, yo.

A Moment Of Wild Conjecture

Posted in The Fail Pail by Huckleberry on May 20, 2015

Just suppose for the sake of shits and giggles that you are the President of the United States of America, and due to certain eccentricities in your background, you find yourself generally sympathetic to rebels of a certain profile. You don’t much like the current occupants in the seats of power in several countries of a certain region. Despite the widespread cultural antipathy of the people you lead against these rebel factions, you want them to succeed. After contrived RED LINES and FALSE PROVOCATIONS and KINETIC MILITARY ACTIONS, one of your embassies in one of these nations is stormed and destroyed, and your ambassador killed then paraded down the street, amid whispers that your clandestine operations service sold them weapons with which to oust their oppressors.
Now, fearing further backlash in an environment where those rebels now pretty much rule an entire swath of the region, you still want to supply them properly.
How do you do it?
Perhaps, knowing one group of soldiers is highly likely to retreat in the face of any conflict, thus abandoning their arms, gear and supplies to be captured by the rebels you favor is just an almost clever way to play both sides of the issue.
I don’t know anything.
I’m just saying its damn peculiar:

By all accounts, the Iraqi Army, or ISF, collapsed in the defense of Ramadi, just as it has time and again against ISIS previously, abandoning arms and armor to the enemy as it fled.

Crazy talk, I know.

BREAKING >>> Prognosis Negative

Posted in Headlines by Huckleberry on May 20, 2015

Game On:

HSBC has written to other banks to warn it will start charging them for deposits in euros, Swiss francs, Danish krone and Swedish krona — all currencies of countries that have negative interest rates — at its UK, German and Hong Kong operations from this summer. It is the first UK bank to announce such charges following similar announcements from Swiss, German and Nordic institutions.

have a great summer.

We Don’t Ask Questions Here

Posted in A Chronicle Of Decline by Huckleberry on May 19, 2015


The first hallmark of a civic order that is verifiably losing its intellectual capacity while deluding itself that it’s never been more intelligent, is the sort of dissonance that is now taking its first fledgling steps into a long and dreary twilight, where no question is asked before its answer is assumed, because we don’t ask questions anymore.
This is why all of the ridiculous scandals that in a better time would torpedo things like political careers and professional aspirations mean less than nothing in today’s environment. All of it has its roots in a dumber population, which isn’t simply a quantitative matter of fewer intelligent people; it’s also a qualitative dysfunction where 120 IQ points just ain’t what it used to be.
The trend lines are obvious: since 1950, people have been shedding IQ points at an escalating rate. Unfortunately, being dumber isn’t just a matter of being less intelligent; it involves not knowing what you don’t know while replacing the hole where abstract reasoning used to function with an amalgamated patchwork of rote totem associations based on tribal allegiances and token classifications.
Just as Ethnic Minority Woman in the UK last week earnestly declared herself immune from racist intentions because minorities by definition can’t be racist, so to is it impossible for certain political figures to be scandalized by the scandals they perpetrate, or for the victims of no-knock raids based on political witch hunts to have no problem with no-knock raids based on anonymous tips for drugs or guns. This form of tribal association isn’t thinking at its most base and vulgar; it isn’t thinking at all.
So you tell me, what changed in or around 1950?
Since its inception, many people warned that television would make us more stupid, but they were themselves dismissed as stupid and retrograde.
In retrospect, it should come as no surprise that a passive conveyance for information and entertainment would hinder rather than help intellectual development, no matter how “thought-provoking” the material intended to be. Reading the worst book is a far better mental exercise than watching the most sophisticated show. If it were any different, the Groundlings would be indistinguishable from the Algonquin Roundtable, and yet only the former was known for flinging their feces around.
At least as far as I’ve heard.
Anyway, my point is that far from an opportunity for “smart” people to rule the world in an increasingly dumb civic order, it’s an increasingly belligerent phenomena that exalts the stupid far more than the intelligent.
Exhibit A — Our Simple Affirmative Action President.

Good Music Friday

Posted in Good Music Friday by Huckleberry on May 15, 2015

Fuck yeah, it’s Friday.
It’s also raining, seemingly without end, but I’m constantly assured that the 4,000 inches of rain and snow still won’t put a dent in the drought, so keep spying on your neighbors and report any untoward water-wasting activity!
But anyway, the weekend is here, the beers are already chillin’ and if the rain lets up I might even be able to watch a little baseball tonight.
It’s not all doom and gloom here, friends.
It’s worth noting that if you’re rooting against ISIS, today isn’t your day, as the thugs took the capital of Anbar Province. However, if you’re rooting against racists, good news; the Diversity Officer of a university in the UK scolds the world with assurances that only white men can be racist, not ethnic minority women like herself. So that should seriously cut down on the number of racists in the world, right? Lastly, if you’re rooting against the end of economic denial, this may just be your week, as even the cooked numbers can’t seem to hide the fact that the dead cat has bounced for the last time.
So there’s that.
Blues legend B.B. King passed away this morning. He had a great run, as one of the pre-eminent blues guitar players the world has or ever will know. The life expectancy for a bluesman isn’t much at all, so for King to live as long as he did is a testament to the sheer force of his nature.
Truth be told he isn’t among my absolute favorites, a short list that includes John Lee Hooker, Junior Kimbrough, Gary Davis, Lightnin’ Hopkins, Willie McTell and Mississippi John Hurt, but King in a way was more than any of them – a legend more than a man.
R.I.P. Mr. King.

Song Selection

Sweet Little Angel
Sweet Little Angel SP
B.B. King
RPM Records | 1956

Apocalypse Watch Is NOW

Posted in A Chronicle Of Decline by Huckleberry on May 15, 2015

So since I was stuck in a multi-hour meeting yesterday that had absolutely nothing at all to do with me, I spent the time cobbling this together. You’ll note a new bug in the sidebar at the top.
This should explain that:

The Rollin’ Like Sisyphus PANIC Desk is armed and fully operational, ready to warn you within the nearest 36 hours of any and all changes to the current level of Armageddon in the Atmosphere. In exactly the same way that the Department of Homeland Security’s terror warning system provided a vague idea of the level of danger in any given moment, so to will this system provide a vague indication of the level of danger concerning THE END OF THE WORLD, which is a thing you should care enough about to get properly panicky.
The formulae and processes used to assess and assign the current Threat Condition are wholly proprietary, but I can tell you that it involves ambivalent magics, belligerent clerics of various faiths, stolen alien technology, a minor prop from the set of Paint Your Wagon and one .308 bullet tethered to a weather vane by a string of dental floss. The dental floss is cursed, the bullet less so.
But enough of that.
Here are the classifications, and a brief explanation of what each means to you and to the end of things.

Just Dandy

Dandy1All good, relatively speaking. The world is chugging along blissfully ignorant of the dangers lurking in the sky above, beneath the ground below, and lying in wait ‘round each and every bend. The PANIC Desk would like to note that, while this indicates that no danger is immediate or imminent, it’s still out there, somewhere, gunning for you and everything you hold dear. But don’t worry about that right now, I guess, is the point. Live it up and worry about tomorrow on the day after next. On your way home, pick up a cheeseburger and relish the fuck out of it.

Rain Of Toads

RainyToadAll is not well in the world. While the End Of All Time doesn’t quite factor into this category, the intrepid visionaries can see the roadmap from here. This threat condition involves odd events, weird harbingers, freak natural occurrences and disasters that, while they may be long off and far away, potentially foretell of greater doom and gloom to come. While there’s no need to head to the bunker or check that your powder is in fact dry, it’s a good time to for a dry run or two. On your way home, pick up a couple of pallets of water, maybe some batteries.

Roman Holiday

RomePucker up. The barbarians are at the gates, City Hall’s on fire, the general mood is bad and getting worse by the minute. Civil unrest, marital law and Ghostbusters crossing the streams are not only possible but likely imminent. Wars of every stripe are poised to break out; money may now be worth less or simply worthless. Consider forming a posse and strategize the most efficient ways of locking down your neighborhood. Give yourself an extra 20 minutes to get home, and on your way pick up some canned food, a few copies of the doctrinal religious text of your choice, and a case of whiskey.

It’s All Over

EndGood night, everybody. It’s been real. Hug your loved ones. Seek immediate shelter. Head to your bunker if you can. Drink a toast to the passing of mankind, and know that history will never surpass you; you are the pinnacle of the human race, just like the last generation of dinosaurs. Maybe the third time will be the charm on that score. Hope you don’t caught at work during a time like this. That’d just be sad. On your way home, pick up some more whiskey, because what the Hell.
This will be included on its own page found here.

An Unsettling Revelation

Posted in A Chronicle Of Decline by Huckleberry on May 13, 2015
Times up.

Times up.

While it’s obvious on the surface to anyone paying attention, sometimes you come across a few things in quick succession that just slaps you in the face and reiterates something you’ve long feared to be true.
For me, it was the following three things in the span of about 20 minutes:


During the week spent on Ovid’s “Metamorphoses,” the class was instructed to read the myths of Persephone and Daphne, both of which include vivid depictions of rape and sexual assault. As a survivor of sexual assault, the student described being triggered while reading such detailed accounts of rape throughout the work. However, the student said her professor focused on the beauty of the language and the splendor of the imagery when lecturing on the text. As a result, the student completely disengaged from the class discussion as a means of self-preservation. She did not feel safe in the class. When she approached her professor after class, the student said she was essentially dismissed, and her concerns were ignored.


CJ identifies as non-binary, which means they doesn’t recognise themselves as male or female, but part of a third, neutral gender. (Instead of using the pronouns “he” or “she”, the word “they” is a common gender-neutral alternative.) The word “Mx” was first suggested in the late-1970s as a feminist word for those who didn’t want their gender to be revealed in their title, and there are many men and women who use Mx for similar reasons today. However, the title has also become popular among those who identify as non-binary – though there are no official figures, non-binary people make up around 0.4% of the population, according to a Equality and Human Rights Commission survey of 10,000 people in the UK.


“Just having a sister follow you on Facebook or Twitter is a fitnah which triggers waswasah [whispers of Satan] in his mind. Even if a man was married to four women, a fifth can also cause him fitnah. Imagine being the cause for a Mujaahid slipping in his intentions. Even a passing thought of riya [showing off] is sufficient to damage all his good deeds. So my sisters, please be considerate when following Mujaahideen online.” Abu Sa’eed acknowledges that “sometimes a sister may be completely innocent and pure hearted when she speaks to a Mujaahid and expresses her admiration of him, however man was created weak, and is easily inclined towards the tenderness of a female.”

The revelation that these brief passages reiterated is the unsettling notion that, at least in the broad strokes, straight white men may be the only subset of people capable of self-composure.
Enjoy the twilight while you can. It’s going to be a long night.

The Jobs Americans Won’t Do

Posted in A Chronicle Of Decline by Huckleberry on May 12, 2015
There's a metaphor here if you squint hard enough.

There’s a metaphor here if you squint hard enough.

So the house across the street from mine went up in flames yesterday, which would be completely unworthy of note except for two things.
1) The current owner is a house flipper who, and I quote, is “way over budget” and hired two Salvadorians from the parking lot of Home Depot to plumb and wire the “extravagant” remodel for $500 and 2) you get what you pay for, since there’s nothing quite like the simmering of an electrical fire to really cook a house down to nothing.
So the stupid flipper who already bought high ($800K~ range), put in another $200K and had hoped to clear $1.5M is now likely out all of it minus lot value because he went cheap on the one thing you don’t go cheap on. The retard is out all of his investment money, is carrying a hefty debt load because a lot of the project was financed, and I doubt he’ll see any insurance money given who installed what.

Meanwhile, at least three times a week I’ve got people coming to my door offering suitcases full of cash for my house; odd looking people wearing ill-fitting suits, the kinds of people who obviously don’t wear suits for a living and yet are pretending to, claiming to represent parties with 100% cash offers. “All-cash” offers that somehow switch in escrow to 20% down and a bank finance note. From talking to some of the ones who’ve sold, what seems to happen is this:

1) Homeowner is approached with cash and asked how much he’d sell for. Owner throws out a number — any number — and it is immediately accepted verbally. Cash is given to homeowner as a “holding fee”.
2) A day or two later the homeowner is contacted by a lawyer and a broker representing the buyer. The two are pushy, and desperately want to fax over an intent-to-sell contract agreement before the homeowner is represented by his own broker. So far, no one I’ve talked to has agreed to this.
3) Brokers and lawyers work out terms — all cash — with a 30-day escrow. The one seller that actually bothered to pay attention notes that the all-cash position was based on 33 people depositing money into an account to show liquidity, then 32 of those people pull out their money during escrow leaving 20% of the sale price plus points and fees.
4) Escrow pauses while bank financing is secured for the remaining sum.
5) Escrow resumes, then closes. On the very next day “construction” begins and the “flip” is on.

So far I have yet to see a successful flip in the neighborhood. There are a bout 7 in progress, and 2 on the market waiting to sell. I don’t think they’re all the same people, but they are clearly groups of people using the same tactic, like one of those seminars maybe came through town last year convincing everyone to UTILIZE THIS FAILSAFE SYSTEM to flip homes and churn profits.
The entire thing is just unsettling, because one of these times I’m just going to say yes and literally buy the farm.


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