I'm ashamed ever to have known you. https://t.co/AkddX4uNa0
— John Podhoretz (@jpodhoretz) July 29, 2016
NO! With Trump, it's going to be 'E Pluribus Awesome!' https://t.co/OUz7LfNwq5 via @amazon
— Ann Coulter (@AnnCoulter) July 29, 2016
Friday, July 29, 2016
Sports Authority in Hilo is Now Closed
An article on the panic in the retail industry set off by Sports Authority's bankruptcy.
Yesterday was the last day Sports Authority in Hilo was open. I happened to be at the Plaza around noon, so I checked it out. Signs announcing merchandise was now 90% Off, but hardly anything was left. The store itself was almost completely empty. Not even shelves. Whether people were loading up at these rock-bottom prices or it was a liquidator who already removed merchandise is anyone's guess. I asked a saleswoman what time the store closed. She said seven p.m. Then I left.
The space could be filled again soon, if a Dick's Sporting Goods or a similar-sized outfit comes to the Plaza. More likely, it will stand empty, maybe for years, the way it did when Woolworth's closed in the early `90s.
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It's not that Sports Authority wasn't popular in Hilo, it was. But the Sports Authority bankruptcy means all of its stores nationwide will close.
Pacific Business News: Sports Authority to Close All of Its Hawaii Stores.
Yesterday was the last day Sports Authority in Hilo was open. I happened to be at the Plaza around noon, so I checked it out. Signs announcing merchandise was now 90% Off, but hardly anything was left. The store itself was almost completely empty. Not even shelves. Whether people were loading up at these rock-bottom prices or it was a liquidator who already removed merchandise is anyone's guess. I asked a saleswoman what time the store closed. She said seven p.m. Then I left.
The space could be filled again soon, if a Dick's Sporting Goods or a similar-sized outfit comes to the Plaza. More likely, it will stand empty, maybe for years, the way it did when Woolworth's closed in the early `90s.
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It's not that Sports Authority wasn't popular in Hilo, it was. But the Sports Authority bankruptcy means all of its stores nationwide will close.
Pacific Business News: Sports Authority to Close All of Its Hawaii Stores.
Thursday, July 28, 2016
Wasn't the real life Mother Jones the second one? https://t.co/IAFUYH1hzU
— Max Blumenthal (@MaxBlumenthal) July 28, 2016
.@LollipopCrumbs Chelsea Lyons Kent has brought shame to Hawaii and her candidate @SenSanders cc: @bartman808 @HawaiiDems #NoClass
— Greg Knudsen (@gerGnesdunK) July 28, 2016
In Hawaii. we call this "make a$$" #pit-tee #puating
Wednesday, July 27, 2016
"We want Jill Stein!" chanted the crowd of a dozen or so students.
— Patrick Karlsson (@Patrickesque) July 26, 2016
Smiling, she corrected them, "Doctor Jill Stein." pic.twitter.com/iiCaUrUlw9
Tuesday, July 26, 2016
Inside the Movement That Shattered the Party
Max Blumenthal's book of several years ago was premature. The Republican Gomorrah moment is now.
http://www.vox.com/2016/7/25/12256510/republican-party-trump-avik-roy
http://www.macleans.ca/news/world/republicans-embrace-a-doctrine-of-pessimism/
http://www.vox.com/2016/7/25/12256510/republican-party-trump-avik-roy
http://www.macleans.ca/news/world/republicans-embrace-a-doctrine-of-pessimism/
Monday, July 25, 2016
Kunstler: The Odious Versus the Tedious
Kunstler: The Odious Versus the Tedious.
You thought the Republican convention was a ghastly spectacle of royal Trumpery (and Iago-style backstabbing featuring the arch-asshole Ted Cruz)? Now comes the Democratic Annunciation of I’m-With-Her-It’s-My-Turn, the incarnation of crony corruption in our late-state Republic of Racketeering. Remember that old movie, The Exorcist, with its demonic spewage of projectile vomit. Expect something like that on the grand scale in Philadelphia this week as the Exalted-Breaker-of-Glass-Ceilings steps forth to accept her victory tiara.
The New York Times is blaming the Ruskies for releasing those thousands of new emails disclosing the perfidy of the Democratic National Committee staff in pimping for Hillary against Bernie and trafficking with the major network news operations to manage and spin things Her way — and especially to rig the electoral machinery against Sanders. How much will his supporters Feel the Bern this week in Philly as the party attempts to put on an appearance of unity (Ha!) behind HRC? How can it conceivably be possible now for Bernie to stand by her side for the crucial unity photo op? I suspect he’d rather chew his right arm off.
For my money, the Ruskies should get the Nobel Peace Prize if they were behind the email release. What higher service to democracy than to expose the anti-democratic workings of the party that affects to call itself Democratic? The sudden appearance of 20,000 smoking guns made party chairperson Debbie Wasserman-Schultz vamoose faster than you can say Debbie Wasserman Schultz, though her replacement, Donna Brazile is every inch just another blatant HRC foot-soldier. Perhaps she’ll have to orchestrate the proceedings with smoke signals or invisible ink instead of emails.
As the conventions rolled out, the aggregate miasma we call the news industry resorted to that tired trope of Optimism Versus Pessimism. Translation: you can’t handle the truth so somebody please bring out the rainbow-leaping unicorns. The American zeitgeist is a tattered garment worn by a three hundred pound tranny in a diabetic coma. It’s probably beyond salvation at this point. Somebody please put it out of its misery. Hence: Trump Versus Hillary, the odious versus the tedious, the election to end all elections.
I derived scant enlightenment listening to the Republican nominee Trump’splainin’ just how he will make America great again. As sheer oratory, Trump made Warren G. Harding look like Pericles. “I am your voice,” he bellowed to the assembled delegates dressed in costumes that made them appear like rodeo clowns from another planet. And that speech was carefully crafted by supposed professionals and mounted on a telepromper. Now Trump will go forth speaking in his usual incoherent vernacular as he vies to become the first president removed by a military coup d’état for blundering incompetence.
Hillary countered by showboating her vice-presidential pick, Tim Kaine of Virginia, America’s new high school Spanish teacher. I was only surprised that she didn’t choose Lebron James. Ambition called and Tim Kaine answered and you wonder just how he will regret picking up the phone as the campaign heats up and he has to Kaine’splain the growing allegations of Hillary’s misdeeds. Can a running mate up and quit before the election? It’s never happened before.* But Kaine might be concerned about his reputation.
So, gird your loins for the awful pageantry of the week to come: kind of a road company version of The Manchurian Candidate. The election is now between the borderline personality Mommy and the arch-narcissist Daddy for the hearts and minds of a public sore beset by the initial spasms of economic and cultural collapse. Perhaps Big Brother is waiting in the wings.
*A reader reminds me that George McGovern’s running mate in 1972, Sen. Tom Eagleton of Missouri, stepped aside when it became public that he’d been hospitalized for mental illness earlier in life and subjected to electroshock therapy. My bad.
You thought the Republican convention was a ghastly spectacle of royal Trumpery (and Iago-style backstabbing featuring the arch-asshole Ted Cruz)? Now comes the Democratic Annunciation of I’m-With-Her-It’s-My-Turn, the incarnation of crony corruption in our late-state Republic of Racketeering. Remember that old movie, The Exorcist, with its demonic spewage of projectile vomit. Expect something like that on the grand scale in Philadelphia this week as the Exalted-Breaker-of-Glass-Ceilings steps forth to accept her victory tiara.
The New York Times is blaming the Ruskies for releasing those thousands of new emails disclosing the perfidy of the Democratic National Committee staff in pimping for Hillary against Bernie and trafficking with the major network news operations to manage and spin things Her way — and especially to rig the electoral machinery against Sanders. How much will his supporters Feel the Bern this week in Philly as the party attempts to put on an appearance of unity (Ha!) behind HRC? How can it conceivably be possible now for Bernie to stand by her side for the crucial unity photo op? I suspect he’d rather chew his right arm off.
For my money, the Ruskies should get the Nobel Peace Prize if they were behind the email release. What higher service to democracy than to expose the anti-democratic workings of the party that affects to call itself Democratic? The sudden appearance of 20,000 smoking guns made party chairperson Debbie Wasserman-Schultz vamoose faster than you can say Debbie Wasserman Schultz, though her replacement, Donna Brazile is every inch just another blatant HRC foot-soldier. Perhaps she’ll have to orchestrate the proceedings with smoke signals or invisible ink instead of emails.
As the conventions rolled out, the aggregate miasma we call the news industry resorted to that tired trope of Optimism Versus Pessimism. Translation: you can’t handle the truth so somebody please bring out the rainbow-leaping unicorns. The American zeitgeist is a tattered garment worn by a three hundred pound tranny in a diabetic coma. It’s probably beyond salvation at this point. Somebody please put it out of its misery. Hence: Trump Versus Hillary, the odious versus the tedious, the election to end all elections.
I derived scant enlightenment listening to the Republican nominee Trump’splainin’ just how he will make America great again. As sheer oratory, Trump made Warren G. Harding look like Pericles. “I am your voice,” he bellowed to the assembled delegates dressed in costumes that made them appear like rodeo clowns from another planet. And that speech was carefully crafted by supposed professionals and mounted on a telepromper. Now Trump will go forth speaking in his usual incoherent vernacular as he vies to become the first president removed by a military coup d’état for blundering incompetence.
Hillary countered by showboating her vice-presidential pick, Tim Kaine of Virginia, America’s new high school Spanish teacher. I was only surprised that she didn’t choose Lebron James. Ambition called and Tim Kaine answered and you wonder just how he will regret picking up the phone as the campaign heats up and he has to Kaine’splain the growing allegations of Hillary’s misdeeds. Can a running mate up and quit before the election? It’s never happened before.* But Kaine might be concerned about his reputation.
So, gird your loins for the awful pageantry of the week to come: kind of a road company version of The Manchurian Candidate. The election is now between the borderline personality Mommy and the arch-narcissist Daddy for the hearts and minds of a public sore beset by the initial spasms of economic and cultural collapse. Perhaps Big Brother is waiting in the wings.
*A reader reminds me that George McGovern’s running mate in 1972, Sen. Tom Eagleton of Missouri, stepped aside when it became public that he’d been hospitalized for mental illness earlier in life and subjected to electroshock therapy. My bad.
Saturday, July 23, 2016
Various Tweets
Someday, I'd like to write about the malls of Hilo, and maybe the island. We went to a matinee last week Wednesday and afterwards, we walked around the Plaza. I looked in at Sports Authority, now set to close in a few days. Already, the store was emptying out. The shoe section was consolidated elsewhere; the shelves and merchandise were gone from its original location. Woolworth, the last store to occupy the space, closed ca. 1994. There was a kids' play area set up in part of the former store, but nothing fully replaced Woolworth until Sports Authority opened in 2012. Whether another big store comes along soon or never is anyone's guess. I know that the old Safeway at the Plaza stands empty years after the supermarket relocated to a new, bigger building in 2011.
More later.
More later.
The Shopping Mall Death Spiral https://t.co/xZk5LMk4Bm (@buildresilience)
— Post Carbon Inst. (@postcarbon) July 20, 2016
Port of LA to Open World's First Off-Grid Terminal Powered Entirely by Renewables https://t.co/l9OkJJpbk9 (@buildresilience)
— Post Carbon Inst. (@postcarbon) July 22, 2016
Friday, July 22, 2016
Meet the absurdist comics who turned the Republican National Convention into a work of art https://t.co/XeI40mwVRq via @nationalpost
— Eric Andre (@ericandre) July 22, 2016
Thursday, July 21, 2016
R.I.P. Garry Marshall
Remembering the Movies and TV Shows of Garry Marshall: 1934 to 2016 https://t.co/adTE96o4VO pic.twitter.com/pxdCchS4A4
— IMDb (@IMDb) July 20, 2016
Wednesday, July 20, 2016
Sunday, July 17, 2016
On occasion I check out the blog of Cooz1edad, who used to comment frequently at NancyNall.com until late last year. Whether he was exiled by Nancy or just decided to quit the blog, I cannot say. No one could spew vitriol as copiously and ostentatiously as he, and sometimes fellow commenters got splashed. Nowadays, he gnashes his teeth away in Person County, North Carolina.
This is from the other day.
This is from the other day.
Saturday, July 16, 2016
Many "leftists" liked Sanders precisely because he wouldn't break with the democrats. Now these people are trying to discredit Jill Stein.
— Margaret Kimberley (@freedomrideblog) July 15, 2016
But by offering to step aside if Bernie wanted to run as the Green candidate, Jill Stein has diminished herself, if only a little.
Friday, July 15, 2016
Thursday, July 14, 2016
Real talk with @MotherJones and @postcarbon: can we feed the world on renewable energy? 7/20 https://t.co/vCNV8DPqQO pic.twitter.com/FgsKvknxGW
— Post Carbon Inst. (@postcarbon) July 13, 2016
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