Weekend Pictures

Time to look around before we start a fresh week of hell, not to mention Pumpkin Spice

In case you were in space last week, the news is that casting couches still exist in Hollywood, and Harvey Weinstein knows how to use them, often. But something happened and all the bribes paid to politicians contributions to the Democratic Party haven’t sufficed to keep the story out of the paper. Film at 11!

“I’ll take that one!”

As always mostly from Bookworm and PowerLine. Have a good week!



Game Day; Honoring a Coach

Saturday, well, for many of us it will be game day. Something about the NCAA, isn’t there? Compared to the NFL, it just seems a friendlier game, more enjoyable, somehow, and if you went to school amongst the red bricks, there were some memorable people. For me, it was Coach Jack Mollenkopf, and the trip to the 1967 Rose Bowl (and unlike some more storied programs, we won.)

A generation or so later, it happened again with Joe Tiller as coach, a man that Rockne, Wooden, and yes, Mollenkopf would have recognized, as their sort of guy. In any case, Joe Tiller died last weekend, at his home in Wyoming, and it matters somehow, just as it always does. Maybe you didn’t play Purdue Football, I didn’t and yet, the way Mollenkopf coached made me a better man. I dare say it was the same in 2001 for those guys as Tiller took his Boiler team back to Pasadena.

And now there is Jeff Brohm, in the same place as Mollenkopf, and Tiller were, perhaps even worse as he tries to revive a program that was almost destroyed over the last few years. Purdue is no football school, and yet, once in a while, it gets done, and done right. So, we’ll see.

Today, P.J. Fleck’s Minnesota Golden Gophers will row their boat on down to West Lafayette, many will be thinking of Joe Tiller, and whether Purdue is back for a time. I hope so, I still remember the magic back in the 60s, there is simply nothing like it.

And Fleck is a class act, this Tweet is from him, and that helmet is what Minnesota will wear today, Purdue has some things planned as well, but Fleck is a class act. Thanks, Coach.

Just because we can, here is the AAMB, from the 2013 St. Patrick’s Day parade, in Dublin, of course.

And something else new today, There’s a new Boilermaker X-tra Special to be seen. Seems appropriate somehow, since the one that is retiring is the one that led Joe Tiller’s teams onto the field, now that Jeff Brohm is trying to write a new chapter in this saga, a new special seems appropriate. I think we’ll like the new one, just like we like winning again. The video is rather long, and all you’ll really see is the tarp, but if you’re like me, you’ll also see some familiar places that haven’t been seen in quite a while. Enjoy.

Boiler up, and you guys in Nate’s way, stay safe!

Update: via ‘Hammer and Rails‘.


Week in Pictures, Taking a Knee Edition

Well, one can’t say nobody pays attention to the NFL, can they? As I’m writing this, I’m listening to Sky News out the UK, and what I’m hearing tells us all about why Britain ain’t what it used to be. But all five of them think that the players have the support of the people and that President Trump is wrong. Well, I’m very afraid these representative of the British ruling class have lost their place. Cause I don’t see any evidence of even close to a majority of Americans agreeing with them. Bothersome as it is to some, Trump speaks for the average American here. And this being America, the marketplace will rule, and that is a very bad forecast for a brand as out-of-touch as the NFL.

My opinion is that the NFL has made the greatest marketing decision, since New Coke. Maybe worse cause I don’t think there is much of a road back. Best thing to happen to The Legends League, the NCAA, and the NHL in quite a while/

Imagine what would happen if your kid took this to school today?

You Choose!

And, of course!

mostly from Bookworm and PowerLine as usual

Hugh Hefner

So, at 91 years old Hugh Hefner has died. By his definition, he had a good life, and by any, a long one. So, if we choose we can mourn him or celebrate his life. I’m of two minds about it, myself. But he remains hard to ignore,

As a Christian, I deplore much of what he stood for, the entire philosophy he enunciated, the lack of morals, and yes, the hedonism. Set against that was his unyielding insistence on free speech and the freedom of the individual. I think he took this too far – to the point where it could and did hurt other people. But while there is a lot to deplore, there was also a fair amount to like.

But you know, a lot of this kind of stuff is settled in our youth, and who amongst us guys of a certain age could honestly deny that we didn’t look at the (semi, in those days) naked ladies first of all, and if we managed to get a copy, our friends were looking over our shoulder as we did so. If there is anything adolescent boys want to see, it’s naked girls, and I suspect Abel felt the same way. If we are honest, Playboy replaced the underwear section of the Sears catalogue. Who me? Certainly not! 🙂

And every once in a while, when I was in college it got kind of close since Bunny 1, Hef’s DC9 lived at the Purdue Airport, and sometimes you’d see it fly in or out.

And then there were the clubs, I was a keyholder for about five years while I was doing a fair amount of work in Chicago. If you wanted a nice, reasonably quiet place with good booze, good food, good service, and great jazz, and good security they were hard to beat, even if overpriced. And the staff were outstanding. Yes, they were gorgeous, and as far as I know, they obeyed the rule against dating patrons, but they were well trained in providing good service with a smile, and making one feel like the most important person in the world. One of my dates was so impressed with them that she bought her own key, on the spot. One of very few things I miss from Chicago in those days. But I suspect those days are long gone, as well.

As I grew older though, the cliché became true, I did still enjoy the magazine, and I did still look at the girls, but I also enjoyed greatly the jokes and cartoons, and the articles really were exceptional. Many of the best writers in America wrote for Playboy, William F. Buckley, Norman Mailer, Camille Paglia (whom I first ran across in its pages) and so many more. Its articles were as good as The Atlantic Monthly or Harper’s, which for you youngsters was a very high standard indeed in those days. But it was far less pretentious, those others had a faux patrician feel to them. Yes, they’ve devolved even further than Playboy has.

But always that hedonism. Even as a young man, it troubled me, as it did Bill Buckley who wrote in The National Review after Reagan was elected, as James Rosen tells us,

True corruption, Buckley argued, is “the Playboy Philosophy that philandering is good because anything that feels good is good.” The exception, he allowed–“maybe”–was “lynching uppity niggers,” and only then because, as he added: “(Playboy–and Hollywood–feel they have to draw the line somewhere.)”

In July 1985, bemused by a Playboy fundraising appeal, Buckley cited statistics projecting half of American children would soon be raised by single parents. “Because they all read Playboy?” he asked. “Of course not. But it is unquestionably the case that self-indulgence (‘The Me Decade’) has a great deal to do with the fragility of personal relations….[W]e have traveled a long distance from Nathaniel Hawthorne, who awarded a scarlet letter to adulterers, to Hugh Hefner, who thinks adultery is good plain American wholesome fun and takes pride in his magazine as the principal architect of the sexual revolution.”

It was an exciting time to be alive, and part of the reason was Hugh Hefner, who whatever we may think of him, went from a poor young man in Chicago to one of the publishing titans of America in a very short time. In a sense, he did this by building (I think) on his experience in World War Two. I (at least) always saw a bit of connection between the Playmates and the nose art of the Army Air Force, carried further, of course, than the brass would have permitted. But connecting back to it, no less than Herman Wouk’s characters couldn’t have been written without his experience of the World War II Navy. Pushing boundaries has always been an American thing, after all.

Or maybe I’m a pretentious ass, seeing connections where there are none. You decide. But I know I’ll miss knowing Hef is in the world, but not as much as the world I grew up in, or Bill Buckley, for that matter. It was a different time, and perhaps better. I think so.

RIP, Hef.

Monday, Monday, so good to me

Steven Hayward over at PowerLine has some TV recommendations for us, at least if we have Amazon Prime. I do but I haven’t watched it yet, but think I will.

Looks pretty funny to me, and Steve says this, “It is a brilliant piece of work, supposedly “found footage” of a Romanian buddy-cop show from the 1980s dubbed into English. It is a wonderful satire of the way a podunk Eastern European nation saw the world in the late stages of the Cold War. ” Certainly better than most of the dreck out there.

He also says this movie looks good to him, and from the trailer, it does, indeed.

What could be funnier than the death of one of the two worst mass murderers of the twentieth century? That sort of thing is why the movies are (or used to be) so much fun. May this sort of thing increase.

On a less welcome note, I assume you saw the impertinence at Wembley stadium yesterday. Personally, I’ve given up on pro football, not so much a boycott as tired of grown men thinking that sports is the be all and end all of life, not to mention that they actually earn those multi-million dollar salaries. I just got tired of the whingeing. But that’s me, not anything that I proselytise about. I don’t really give a dame if they stand, sit, kneel or stay home for the National Anthem. If they are too stupid to realize how good this country has been to them, then nothing they can say or do is worth my time or interest. And it’s not. Nor is it helped, when I do end up watching a bit of a game, to have politics inserted between every play, and so the sports networks and the league itself are just as culpable.

But others care more. Toni Williams over at Victory Girls for one.

The spoiled brats that comprise the players of the NFL participated in the death of American football, as we know it, in England today. At Wembley Stadium in London, the players knelt and locked arms during the National Anthem. The National Anthem of the United States of America. And, then showing how galactically ignorant of history they are, the fools stood for the British National Anthem “God Save The Queen”. Today, the NFL committed “Suicide by Kaepernick”

The title of the article in the United Kingdom news outlet The Sun.comis entitled “TRUMPED NFL players take the knee during national anthem as Jacksonville Jaguars take on Baltimore Ravens at Wembley”. The Sun reported that Shad Khan, an owner of the Jaguars was proud as can be of his gridiron ignoramuses:

Shad Khan said: “It was a privilege to stand on the sidelines with the Jacksonville Jaguars today for the playing of the U.S. national anthem at Wembley Stadium.

“I met our team captains prior to the game to express my support for them, all NFL players and the league following the divisive and contentious remarks by President Trump, and was honoured to be arm in arm with them, their team-mates and our coaches during our anthem.
“Our team and the National Football League reflects our nation, with diversity coming in many forms – race, faith, our views and our goals.

“We have a lot of work to do and we can do it, but the comments of the President make it harder.

“That’s why it’s important for us, and personally for me, to show the world that even if we may differ at times, we can and shoudl be united in the effort to become batter people and a nation.”

Sorry, Shad. May I call you Shad? Good. I have to call bovine manure on that one. There is no diversity in the NFL. They are men who, at a young age, showed certain talents. They were nurtured and coddled and given opportunities that 99.999% of the Universe never get. There are no girls on the team, no super short people, no untalented people. If Colin Kaepernick were truly talented, and not a brainless twit, he would be playing somewhere.

And, you know, that’s the breaking point for me. We have our squabbles here in America, as we should. That’s fine, and it’s always been so. But when we go abroad, we should behave ourselves so as to bring credit on the United States, instead of this new form of ‘The Ugly American’. But overall, I’ll listen to my Boilermakers, which school actually does believe in free speech, and is actually playing fairly decent ball this fall. The NFL can go and choke on its arrogant condescending arrogance and its billions of dollars. I just don’t care, anymore. There are better ways to use my time. (No, not cricket!)

I just don’t pay spoiled children to entertain me, not least because they aren’t



Week in Picture, German Election Edition

The Germans vote today, so we’ll see if they’ve had enough of the Reichskanzler, who has been in office longer than anybody since you know who. The media says yes, but if you haven’t noticed they’ve occasionally been wrong,  but were right in France, so we’ll see.


This could be true in Germany, too

Headline of the week. Ach, if only it were so!

Mostly from Bookworm and PowerLine.

Have a good week. And remember

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