‘Camp Bah-Lo-Nee’ (2020)

Quokka on Rottnest Island - Journey Beyond

(“There’s gotta be one my size, somewhere here!”)

(Good Lord! This was three years ago? No wonder I’m getting old!)

There are those who want to talk and listen to politics all the time. They can’t tear themselves from the screen. They know the names of all the politicians’ lawyers.

Now they can pursue their hobby to their hearts’ content without disturbing anybody.

Camp Bah-Lo-Nee

Surely you’ve suddenly found yourself in conversations like this: “How about that Buster Kahunavich, eh? Was that on the money or was that on the money, what Joy Behar’s cousin’s lawyer said about him? Looks like Sherry Quaggleheimer won’t be shining Doc Fanabla’s silver this time!” Etc., etc.

Just direct the speaker to Camp Bah-Lo-Nee.

‘Revive Us Again’ (We Need It)

I don’t know about you, but I’m in need of some reviving–big-time. The nooze, this past week or so, has worn me out. I fear for my country’s future, if it has one.

So let’s have a hymn. Like the lady said, when things get tough, “Sing louder.” Let’s have Revive Us Again, with Nathan on autoharp and Lyle on guitar.

I just don’t want to write up any more nooze today.


Where Is Everybody This Week?

Who let the air out of the balloon? – THE SOCIAL CMO Blog

Is this what life in 2020 feels like?

I’ve been puzzled and unhappy over the deep dive taken by my readership numbers this week–right on the heels of getting a lot of problems on this site repaired. I was wondering: was it something that I said?

My editor, Susan, had a thought this morning–I think she might well have hit the target.

“I think there’s a kind of malaise hanging over the country,” she said. Well, yeah! After five months of lockdown, with great heaping dollops of bad nooze to go with it, and normal economic activity still crippled–if that doesn’t bring on a malaise, what does?

She’s right about a lot of things. Have you found yourself losing track of what day of the week it is? I have! Because our weekly routines have been disrupted. And sheesh, we just had the Democrat National Convention all week long, one whining schmendrick after another telling us what a schiffy rotten racist country we have and how much they hate it, blah-blah-blah.

Maybe the air has been let out of a lot of people’s balloons. Maybe they’ve lost interest in things like blogs. Maybe they don’t want to read any more nooze (and here I am, sort of writing more of it–duh!), they’ve had enough. It’s all bad, and we just want it to be over.

Do you put things off because one day feels so much like another–and next thing you know, you haven’t done what you should’ve done? Tired of know-it-all mayors and governors trying to micro-manage your life?

If we don’t have a national malaise, we certainly deserve one.

So, no, I’m not going to write about stupid Cal State Long Branch and its stupid new mascot, “Elbee the Non-binary Shark who uses plural pronouns” because words like “he” and “she” are the new curse words (https://www.thecollegefix.com/cal-state-long-beachs-new-mascot-a-non-binary-shark-who-uses-plural-pronouns/). You can read about it for yourself, if you’ve got a barf bag handy.

I need a cigar.

Catching Up?

8 extraordinary video moments from 2019 - CNN

I spent the weekend avoiding the nooze. A friend tells me that’s just sticking my head in the sand. I prefer to think of it as trying to avoid burnout.

Our free & independent nooze media want us to think everybody’s lined up with Only Black Lives Matter, you’re all alone out there, you must be a racist. They want us to think the whole country’s falling apart, so they show endless hours of video from a few Democrat cities that really are falling apart because of their Democrat masters’ insane policies and unlimited corruption.

The guests on my chess page are in full surrender mode: America’s doomed, bad guys win, nothing we can do to stop it, etc., etc. Crikey. We sank the Yamato and wiped out the Hermann Goering Division–and we’re going to get conquered by the New York Times and the American Federation of Teachers?

So I’ve been all morning trying to figure out what to write, my viewership is way down, I don’t want to cover nooze that everybody else has already covered, and I just can’t get it into gear. (I’ll take some hymn requests, if you have any!)

On the plus side, our two computers, having heard my wife order a new modem, have decided to behave. “See? We don’t need a new modem! We weren’t really driving you crazy with one problem after another for a solid week–that was sunspots!”

Oh… And the Surgeon-General sez face masks are “symbols of independence and freedom in America.” Y’mean like, say, fetters? Chains? A number branded on your forehead?

Ahhh…. Never give in. Never, never, never, never give in.