Sunday Funnies on Monday

There was a demonstration in London the other day. Here’s a picture.

Here’s a close up of one of the leaders.

There’s a reason I don’t watch anymore. In fact, the entire BBC is like this, including the news. Can you say CNN with a better accent?

Meanwhile over here.

Seven deadly sins, There’s an app for that

And finally, IDF soldier Orin Julie

Some from PowerLine, some from Ace‘s, some from other places that I can’t remember.


Sunday Funnies; Kanye

Welp, I hear there is a new diner in DC, called the Kennedydodd, this is their menu.

Is it still Oktoberfest?

And a repeat from Brenna Spencer

Most from PowerLine and a few from Ace’s and elsewhere.

Moving On

Well, I think it is time to look around. For me, and for millions around the world, the Kavanaugh confirmation has become a legend, an existential battle against the darkness. But he was ceremonially sworn into office by the President last night. So, while we took casualties, foremost the nominee and his family, we won.

In other things, Trump had a winning week as well. The economy still roars, with unemployment lower than it has been since before we walked on the moon, as it is for all those categories you hear about. There is a new version of the pretty bad NAFTA treaty We produce more energy than any country in the world. North Korean (and mostly Iranian) missiles aren’t flying about.

So, let’s look at something else. Camille Paglia wrote a column for The Hollywood Reporter last week. She makes some good points. And you should read it all.

For the past century, women in the Western world have liberated themselves by shedding more and more clothing, from beaches and ballrooms to today’s boldly bare-all Instagrams.

The pro-sex wing of feminism to which I belong celebrates this historical trend, which has been accelerated by Hollywood and the fashion industry as an expression of female power and autonomy. But is there a downside? With unapologetic exhibitionism now commonplace for both workplace wear and online dating, are confused messages complicating sexual relations and deepening the divide between men and women? […]

As a veteran defender of pornography and staunch admirer of strip clubs, I have to say that an overwhelming number of today’s female-authored Instagrams seem stilted, forced and strangely unsexy. Visual illiteracy is spreading: It is sadly obvious that few young people have seen classic romantic films or studied the spectacular corpus of Hollywood publicity stills, with their gorgeous sensual allure.

While I actually defend neither, I can admit that they likely serve some purpose. Nor do I do Instagram, but I don’t have to, enough floats around in general society to say that she is, without doubt, correct. One of the things that made Hollywood’s ‘golden age’ golden was the unbelievable sensuous appeal of those female stars. What we currently get, even from Hollywood, is third or fourth rate, at best, in comparison. Mostly it is simply gross dreck or dross that reinforces my desire to have nothing whatsoever to do with the film world, even its films.

Meanwhile, a movie ostensibly about sex, like the first installment of Fifty Shades of Grey (2015), was a lifeless and clinically antiseptic bore.

No American movie in decades has approached the blazing sizzle, conveyed simply by eye contact, of the first encounter of Rhett Butler (Clark Gable) and Scarlett O’Hara (Vivien Leigh) on the grand staircase of Gone With the Wind (1939). Electrifying onscreen energy was once generated by stark sexual polarization — old-fashioned gender differences, rooted in biology. Campus gender theory, with its universal androgyny and rigid social constructionism, is box office poison.

Here’s a short list of incandescent star couplings whose heat is now rarely duplicated by Hollywood, even in its monotonous remakes: Anthony Quinn and Rita Hayworth in Blood and Sand (1941); Humphrey Bogart and Lauren Bacall in To Have and Have Not(1944); John Garfield and Lana Turner in The Postman Always Rings Twice (1946); Gary Cooper and Patricia Neal in The Fountainhead (1949); Laurence Harvey and Elizabeth Taylor in Butterfield 8 (1960); Steve McQueen and Faye Dunaway in The Thomas Crown Affair (1968); Robert Redford and Barbra Streisand in The Way We Were (1973); and Michael Douglas and Glenn Close in Fatal Attraction (1987).

It’s telling that most of these heady erotic effects were produced onscreen with virtually no nudity, which was strictly curtailed by the studio production code from the early 1930s to the late 1960s. The sexual candor of small-budget European art films inspired American moviemakers to break free of industry censorship. The next big step in liberalizing body display was the exercise boom of the 1980s, which was kicked off by Jane Fonda’s best-selling workout book and video and made skimpy, formfitting leotards an everyday fashion statement.

I could quibble a bit with her list, a couple of my favorites aren’t on it. 🙂 But no matter she is correct.

And you know that is telling. I’m no prude, I like looking at a gorgeous young woman in a bikini (or a not so young one, for that matter) just s much as the next guy, and have no particular desire to put women in T-shirts and boxers for underwear either.

The key thing is in the proper place, you know, a bikini on the beach or at the pool, the lingerie at home, neither belongs on the street. And inappropriate isn’t sexy.

The current surplus of exposed flesh in the public realm has led to a devaluation of women and, paradoxically, to sexual ennui. A sense of appropriateness and social context has been lost, as with Ariana Grande wearing a sleeveless minidress with bared thighs to perform from the pulpit at Aretha Franklin’s funeral. That there is growing discontent with overexposure in Western women’s dress is suggested by the elegant flowing drapery of Muslim-influenced designs by Dolce & Gabbana and Oscar de la Renta, among others, in recent years. An exhibition, Contemporary Muslim Fashions, opened Sept. 22 at the de Young Museum in San Francisco.

One of the greatest photographs ever taken of a Hollywood star was Edward Steichen’s 1924 close-up of Gloria Swanson through a lavishly embroidered black veil. It conveys tremendous power, dignity and enigmatic reserve. If women want respect in society, they must do their part to raise their own value. Stop throwing it away on empty display.

Indeed it has. Many things were jarring at Aretha Franklin’s funeral, but Ariana Grande’s dress was certainly one of them. It would have been fine at a party for young adults, or quite a few other places, at a funeral it was jarringly out of place and made her appear one or more of; stupid, disrespectful, or badly advised.

Ah well, Ecclesiastes does tell us (and so do the Byrds).

A time to weep, and a time to laugh; a time to mourn, and a time to dance;

A time to cast away stones, and a time to gather stones together; a time to embrace, and a time to refrain from embracing;

A time to get, and a time to lose; a time to keep, and a time to cast away;

A time to rend, and a time to sew; a time to keep silence, and a time to speak;

A time to love, and a time to hate; a time of war, and a time of peace.

We’d do well to keep it in mind.

And you know, my vote for the sexiest woman in America in 2018 would go to Melania Trump. Lovely, dignified, and always appropriate.

Sunday Funnies: Justice Kavanaugh

Well, it’s been a hard and busy week, Mr. Justice Kavanaugh held center stage all week, not to mention our attention, but the steadfastness of Kavanaugh, the President, and the Senate (never imagined that I would type that!) saw the mission through to success. On to the election we go, with a new confidence

Dem Strategery

No caption required

It’s been one of these weeks.

And, of course

Mostly, but not all, from Powerline, and they have more, as well.

Sunday Funnies, the Kavanaugh Edition

Well, let’s see, was there anything to draw cartoons about this weel? Yeah, I thought not. Have a nice day. 🙂

Nobody spots sexual predators like Sen Gillibrand


Kind of a one-track week wasn’t it, that’s the way it was.

But there is this

Mostly, as usual from Powerline, but not all of them.

Aussie breasts spoil Deutsche fest

You guys ready for something a bit lighter? Yeah me too. What we talk about is important, but doom and gloom make Neo a dull boy. It seems that our Aussie cousins (the female ones) don’t wear the German national costume to some Germans’ satisfaction. From The Spectator (Australia).

Franz Thalhammer, 70, a former chairman of Munich’s Georgenstoana Baierbrunn folk group, called out Australian and Italian tourists specifically for sexualizing the uniform.

“A dirndl is something nice, it can make almost anyone pretty. But some of the dresses you see these days are crazy,” he said, Daily Mail reports. “You go in a tent and it’s full of paralytic Australians and Italians and they’ve forked out €250 ($290) for a complete Bavarian outfit and think they’re Bavarians. It’s as if I’d walk around half-naked and say I’m Australian.”

Now, now! Herr Thalhammer, that’s some terrible national stereotyping. Plus, no one wants to see a 70-year old Bavarian folk musician half-naked.

The truth of the matter is that no one can quarantine their culture and protect it from being borrowed, blended, kitsched and misused. And no one should, whether that culture is Indian or German, African or Chinese.

But Oktoberfest is more fun than most, and who can blame the Aussies. In fact, seems like a good reason to go. Beer and half-naked beautiful women, what’s not to like, and even better, they speak English. And the beer is better than that stuff that comes in oil cans. 🙂

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