It looks like a set for a 70s science fiction movie.

As you may know, it actually was one. Woody Allen filmed part of his 1973 science fiction farce, Sleeper, there.

If they don’t have one at the Asian store, they’re available on Amazon. Look for Tamagoyaki pan. They really make the most beautiful neat omelets.

Yum!

LOL! I’ve hiked around and above that thing many times. Lived in the neighborhood right below it one year. Watched in amazement as R/C glider pilots flew their models endlessly in the updraft that happens there on the eastern edge of the mesa. Had a boss for a time whose husband was some sort of dude there with the super computers.

A couple of years ago, on vacation, I rented a black Mustang convertible at Denver airport. Stayed at the Boulderado with my wife. A lifelong friend, my freshman college roommate from there, rendezvoused with me, and I drove him flat out, top down, up the empty road that leads up to NCAR. It was just a rental, but not bad.

I don’t really like the I.M. Pei building, though. Not enough windows. I mean, the views up there are incredible, and he imprisoned the scientists inside a tribute to his architecture instead of allowing them to actually enjoy the magnificent place where they were doing their work. Typical modernism. Not good.

But I’ve hiked every trail behind it.

You didn’t miss anything.

Blah, blah, blah, guys.

I had a client who owned and operated a gas station. The margins were so small he set up a fucking fruit stand to try to make extra income. The town eventually shut that down. To make up for that, he drove a tow truck.

It’s of course not the small business owners, it never is. If credit card transactions cost them an extra 3%, then they charge an extra 3%. Or whatever they can. It’s not rocket surgery.

As for all that intellectualism about, muh waiting times and such at the pumps, that only comes into play when the place is busy. Whatever!

Endless arguing about credit card costs only elides around the focus of the problem. Operating a credit card system costs money, and money has to be made. Big, fucking deal. That has nothing to do with usury. As always, usury arises wherever it finds a niche in which to insert itself and fuck people.

Thus, loan shark credit card rates.

I should add that when eggs are plentiful, it’s hard to know what to do with all of them.

Today I stopped by our friend’s farm to buy some milk that came from his beautiful, pure white cows. (I’ve been in the barn and met those very clean cows.) I was about to do the self checkout in the barn when I stopped and remembered that we had recently gotten low on eggs.

So, I reached back into the refrigerator and picked a carton of a dozen farm-fresh eggs. (I’ve met the hens too. Very happy birds, as far as I can tell.)

When I got home, I discovered that we already had a whole dozen eggs from the farm that we had picked up over the weekend.

No problem, I will just make more omelettes. And my wife just bought a cook book by Japanese chef Masaharu Morimoto, Mastering the Art of Japanese Home Cooking. Upon cursory examination, we can see that Chef Morimoto includes advice for traditional home-cooked, rolled omelettes cooked in those rectangular, Japanese pans.

We plan to buy one of those pans this weekend at a nearby Asian store, if they have one.

I must agree, even though it is apparent that my agreement will offend some other commenters here.

I met followers of “The Dead” back in the late 1970s and early 1980s. They were stupid, barefoot-type hippies in Boulder, Colorado. They were travelers, following the band.

The Dead would eat at a particular restaurant that I also enjoyed on Pearl Street.

I never, ever have found any of their music the least bit interesting or moving. So, why did those barefoot hippies love them so much?

Why also did actual bankers that I worked with decades later like The Dead? I couldn’t figure it out.

The Grateful Dead thing is, to me, a mystery. BTW, nobody I have ever met or worked with who was a Dead fan impressed me at all, and some of them were actual problems. Not a group of impressive people, and not an impressive band at all.

But, ya know, it’s kind of like how I have zero respect for Steve Sailer’s apparent love of shit like The Ramones and garbage punk. I mean, WTF? No taste. Crap-on-the-mind-you-moron.

You moron who had the gall to preach “high brow” from your pulpit. Stupid idiot. Social climber.

Yes, I’ve been drinking. But really, the Dead? Fuck me.

I’ll confer with Buzz. He’s a real butt man.

There may be another upside: If eggs are going to be fertilized, at least make babies within the bonds of matrimony.

That’s a good thing, if it happens.

But there will be much weeping and gnashing of teeth about ‘government interference’ in private credit market and how it may affect credit availability for some people. Of course, it will be forgotten that in 2008 most banks were penniless paupers and needed ‘government interference’ for resurrection from Zombiehood.

That’s a good thing, if it happens.

Credit card people are loan sharks. Whether they know it or not, that’s what they become when they are allowed to have interest rates that are too high.

I am not a big government guy, but one thing I can endorse is a government of the people that restricts interest rates so as to prevent ordinary, ignorant borrowers from becoming debt slaves.

I write this as someone who long ago sat through presentations of credit card executives who presumably were showing us how great their business plans were.

Credit cards are fine. Exorbitant interest rates are not. It just might be the job of good government to determine what is exorbitant. I think so, and I know.

Alfred Hitchcock directed Anthony Perkins in Psycho. In those days, they had those folding “director’s chairs” on set.

I had a set of them myself for a while, around my butcher block dining table.

On movie sets, there would be names on the backs of the chairs, so that everybody had a place to sit.

Perkins’s role on the set of Psycho was that of young Norman Bates, the son whose mother supposedly owned the Bates Motel.

Okay, so the story goes that Hitchcock had printed on the back of Perkins’s chair “MASTER BATES.”

• AGREE

All of this stuff is pretty fucking obvious at this point. I am just glad that my wife and I get it. We understand. Even though we are older than most who really are part of the new generation that is peeling away.

I remember stories about their younger brother Andy doing cocaine backstage with Johnny Carson. He died tragically shortly thereafter. The guy had Victoria Principal. We are all mortal and subject to…

Fill in the blank.

… suggesting that Barron Trump, the youngest son of President Donald Trump, marry Princess Isabella of Denmark…

If Isabella has a nice ass, I say Barron should do it for his country.

Perfect! I like it. Thanks!

Man, those are great, well-thought-out examples.

LOL. Thanks!

Totally believable. This is what happens.

This is what happens when kollege is a business propped up by taxpayer-backed student loans that raise the price of higher education while simultaneously lowering the standards.

“Laugh or Cry; You Decide!” is a great concept. You should find a way to copyright it — or to monopolize and capitalize it, as our “betters” would. Please do it before they co-opt it and turn it to serve their program, as they do with everything they touch.

Hoo boy! What did I just write there?

Okay, okay, Generic American. I get it.

You win.

Are you happy?

WTF is it with you? Sometimes I think you of like mind, and other times like this, I think you are just a fucking asshole — or worse.

Which is it?

I fucking said “This was weird.” What about that doesn’t imply that I already know it was, in fact, weird for Connecticut?

So, to sum up for those whose brains lack logical strength: I think it was weird for Connecticut. Wow, imagine that.

Who appointed you hall monitor?

Thank you for yet another shitty shot at me. Have nice day.

I hate to say it but you’re kinda acting like corvi here and it’s annoying.

It happened in a town a little way up to the north of me.

If we are to believe it (and I don’t know either way) Lanza took out the gun(s) in his typical, Connecticut McMansion and proceeded to shoot his mother to death and then proceeded to the local elementary school and proceeded to shoot numerous little kids to death and at least one of their teachers.

All for no apparent reason.

The world is a weird place, but the only thing weird about Connecticut (to me) is how normal it is. They don’t call it “the land of steady habits” for nothing. This was weird.

I can sort of understand all the weird shootings and shit that have happened back in my home state of Colorado. It’s not “the land of steady habits.” It’s the home of people like me, whatever I am. It’s more wide open. The mythical “Oooolllld West.” Connecticut is not. Better salary here, more bankers, etc. so, you know…

I wish I had a few grandkids to provide @ $1,500/day for 3 days.

Diversity is Our Strength,

and

Our Children are Our Future.

For the general delectation of our commentariat/community: Read it and laugh or weep as you are inclined ( Either choice is supportable, I think )

https://twitter.com/lizcollin/status/2007940190220808349

Maybe we should consult Mr. Rogers on this subject. He seems suspect, but I think he got it right (as long as he wasn’t too close to the boys and girls.)

BTW, “It’s a beautiful day in the neighborhood (here today, with frozen snow and sunshine.)”

LOL

First, make sure you hose down your sauna and give it a thorough HAZMAT treatment after Corvinus leaves.

LOL. It’s okay. I’m feeling good. On New Years Day, my wife gave me Kocsonya.

(She did. Made it herself.)

Thank you!

That’s in Cluj-Napoca (Hungarian: Kolozsvár) the old capital of Transylvania. It’s where my wife went to college.

Boldog Új Évet! (Happy New Year!)

This is very late, and right before I have to start remembering to write “2026,” but:

You have reminded me of Clyde Tombaugh, what with your homemade telescope.

Recently you reminded me of Jim Lovell, with your in-flight instrument problems.

You are on a roll, man.

May 2026 be a lucky number for you, and thank you for all of your writing and consideration.

This is late, but I hope you read it.

The Champagne is open, and we are ready…

Is it inappropriate for a male to request a “really hot TSA girl” for pat down searches?

No such creature exists.

If you ask, they’ll think you’re clinically insane and put you on the no fly list.

Happy New Year.

Excellent.

Ron Unz won a national science award as a teenager for his investigation into black holes.

He went on to major in theoretical physics at Harvard.

How can anyone claim he doesn’t have a grasp of science?

When he won that award, I too was reading Astronomy Magazine as a teenager and photographing comets with my 6″ Newtonian reflector at 7,800 feet altitude. That was when black holes were a newly recognized concept! Like Ron, I was reading about the idea. He went on to seriously compete and win as a student with that subject.

I say with confidence that Ron Unz has some understanding of science and scientific thinking.

And I am not arguing with you, Alfred, or picking a fight. BTW, are you a pilot, as my late brother-in-law was, or are you an enthusiast?

Thank you for this. Over the years, I have studied other historical records of this, and photographic collections. This is a good one. Thanks.

The Apollo Program, culminating in six expeditions on the surface of the Moon by twelve, American men, is one of humanity’s greatest achievements. It deserves to be remembered as such.

Please, people, for the love of God, drop the fucking “moon landing hoax” shit.

At some point Conspiracy Theories can just become an exercise in epistemology. How can we ever know that we know anything for certain? Do we even exist? Maybe we are all just living in a simulation anyway?

IMHO, Ron’s just putting it out there for people to discuss for fun. Anyone with critical thinking skills could see that evidence of some arguably fake pictures just proves, at most, that NASA’s PR department might have cut some corners to get out some especially arresting images.

Reporters get busted all the time (or used to) for using photoshopped or staged images to get a “perfect” illustration of the story they are trying to tell. It’s a non-sequitur to assume that an arguably embellished picture proves the whole underlying incident never happened.

And I think I learned a thing or two from the article about analyzing perspective and lighting, etc. So that was interesting , and I was reasonably entertained by that somewhat silly piece.

Whether talking about the weaker conspiracy theories discredits discussion of the true ones is a valid issue, I suppose. I tend to think it’s fine to raise theories if only to disclose how weak or speculative they are. But I could also see how critics could then dismiss Ron or his whole site as “trafficking in Moon Hoax conspiracies” etc. (Luckily for Ron, though, even critics aren’t allowed to talk about his site anyway so it hardly matters.)

I prefer Ron’s approach to Sailer’s — which is to never ever even think about a non-official version of any event until the NYT confirms in writing that it is no longer considered a “conspiracy theory.”

Also, Buzz, haven’t you put in a good word for carnival barker Candace Owens?

Candace Owens is completely wrong and stupid with regard to the Apollo Program. I know that. Ron Unz himself has mentioned the same thing, with puzzlement similar to mine.

If anyone has no scientific chops, it’s Candace, not Ron. She herself may be “Cass Sundsteined.”

However, her work currently on the Charlie Kirk targeted hit is legit. She has millions of viewers, more than any legacy cable network at this point, and people from all over send her information. The challenge, of course, is to sift through all that, so don’t hold that against what I am saying.

Like Unz, I can find someone like Owens legitimate while simultaneously questioning her judgement. I guess it’s the old “holding two thoughts in mind at the same time.”

I think we got confused because of my crappy writing. Ron does not at all think the moon landings were faked, and I don’t either. My comment was really just a rant about that, and now I am sorry.

Apollo 16 Commander John Young Jumping at 1/6 G, April 1972

Correction: SIX expeditions to the surface of the Moon. Apollos 11, 12, 14, 15, 16 and 17. The last three included three explorations each on the surface lasting multiple hours and involving an electric vehicle covering miles across the surface.

… I don’t totally buy that the Moon landing was fake.

Ron doesn’t at all either.

He is smart, and he understands the basic concepts around engineering and science.

The one, most stupid, most suspicious “conspiracy theory” is the one about Project Apollo. (And let’s get it straight, once and for all: It wasn’t “The Moon Landing.” It was a massive program involving hundreds of thousands of people, resulting in TWELVE expeditions to the surface of The Moon — some lasting as long as three days on the surface!)

Ron himself has written about the CIA/Cass Sundstein technique of disseminating bogus “conspiracy theories” like, muh, “the moon landing hoax,” and then using them to convince the general, stupid public that any doubt about the main narrative is a “conspiracy theory” and therefore as stupid as the obviously stupid theories, like the moon landing hoax theory.

Please, people, for the love of God, drop the fucking “moon landing hoax” shit.

Ron is essentially great, and he fucking gets it, whatever his writing style is, and whatever he thinks about Latin Americans.

Yes, and there had to be a Bionic Woman…

Lindsay Wagner!

We made eye contact when I was eighteen! Oh, boy. I guess you could say I had a crush on her, and whaddaya know, there she was, waiting for a table at an Italian restaurant in Boulder next to me. It was winter, and she was wearing a sheepskin jacket and sheepskin boots, looking hot. Her man/boyfriend? was a little, dark-haired guy in an army jacket, and she turned around and hugged him.

This was when her TV show was on and I guess a hit.

Our waitress told us she was also waiting on Lindsay’s table, and she was clearly excited about it.

Yes, The Bionic Woman caught me staring at her.

LOL!

The fact for me is, I find high foreheads and tall skulls to be signs of high intelligence.

Witness Hans Bethe, one of my favorite mathematicians and science characters:

Far from retarded, he was a German who worked on the Manhattan project, and he was probably the strongest mathematical worker there, and real grinder. He also liked to hike in the mountains, like me!

A Nobel Prize winner, probably only one of a thousand people will know who the fuck he was. In the general population — cough, cough, spit, vomit! — probably fewer than one in a thousand will ever have even heard of the man.

Yet, he was one of the smartest people who ever lived.

I like Hans.

He is magnificent.

I am so fucking retarded you can’t believe it.

The most retarded thing I did there was misspelling solstice as “solstace” in my last line. That is typical of me.

If you don’t get my point, then you really are retarded. I think almost everyone else who reads my comment at least gets it in some sense. You, on the other hand, seem to have a need to present yourself as someone “intelligent,” when in fact you are too dense to see how ridiculously you present yourself. You are offensive.

Yes, thank you.

You and others here are describing complexities around a simple problem: How much is our money actually worth?

Well, you and I know.

Thus gold.

Like you, I own gold. I have for a long time. It is real money, and I think it always will be. I don’t have to be an expert or constantly following all the ins and outs of financial shenanigans to know that I have kilograms of real, fucking wealth in my physical posession.

I would have recommended this to anyone earlier, but now my expectations have played out, are playing out, and gold is not cheap anymore. You all can still buy it, but the sale is over.

I do appreciate your analysis and those of others. Truly, I do. I used to work in the financial field.

Best of luck to you. Personally, I am happy financially, and relationship wise, and in very good health, and so forth. My only goal now is to live my best life with the years I have left. My only unhappiness concerns those younger who come after me. My present is golden, but their future looks grim.

Isn’t it amazing that gold equals:

https://www.kitco.com/charts/gold

Happy New Year.

Cut him some slack, this is Christmas and it is (a bit too much) eggnog talking.

Can someone say I love numbers (good ones like 2 or 3, not bad ones like 3.14159265. . . ) but hate math?

I have been happily surprised by how many shop people and so forth have been wishing me a Merry Christmas around our towns. … Nobody seems afraid to say what normal Americans say to each other. IDK, but my wife said today it’s the Trump Effect.

FWIW I completely subscribe to Moynihan’s Theory of the Canadian Border.

I will add that it is a great example of how one variable (in this case proximity to the Canadian border) does not necessarily explain what is really going on!

Mathematics, baby! Logic, baby!

Proximity to the Canadian border is, of course, indicative of something far more significant, and we all know what that is.

That’s right! We can always count on a Chinese restaurant to be open and serving delicious food on any of our round-eye holidays!

Diversity is our Strength!

Old story now:

My father grew up in Northern California, and his father did business in San Francisco. Dad told me that one day, his first time, he went to a Chinese restaurant in the legendary Chinatown in that city. Dad didn’t understand the menu, so he ordered a bunch of stuff.

The waiter or proprietor, a Chinese man, said to my father, “I not give you all that!”

It was too much, but Dad didn’t understand until then.

“I not give you all that!” was the answer, and it was correct.

Anyway, sir, around here they will “give you” something delicious on any holiday.

Thank you! And happy whatever to you and yours, sir!

You know, and I know, that this is actually the winter solstice. It is a time that has been significant to humans for as long as they have been able to recognize it.

I am a lifelong amateur astronomer, so I understand where all this comes from. I bet you do too.

And so, as an amateur astronomer, I at least suspect that religions have focused thenselves around this “darkest” time of the year — only in our northern hemisphere, BTW — as something.

As far as I can tell, every single religion has holidays and events and legends that take place on what I know to be astronomically significant times. In other words, their miracles either happened on astronomically significant dates or they are just using MY astronomical calendar to further their religions intentions.

Let me use this moment to state: All religions are bullshit. But, God exists, and those religions are actually, in some sense, “evil” in that they co-opt the very idea of God.

Religion is bullshit. You don’t need it.

Merry Christmas! And I mean that. If you don’t get it, I am sorry.

If you don’t get it, then “Happy Fucking, Northern Hemisphere, Solstace!”

Love it. I think that’s Far Side. Love it. Thanks, and Merry Christmas!

Mr. K. can’t come to the comments right now. He’s out celebrating the birth of Christ. Please leave a message after the beep.

Buzz cut damnit get it right some of us skinheads are easily offended (well yeah I’m going bald why else would I have a buzz cut)

Congratulations if you are correct. It doesn’t matter, because either way he has some understanding of Eastern Europe and Jews, as well as America.

Merry Christmas and all that to you and everyone else here. I have been happily surprised by how many shop people and so forth have been wishing me a Merry Christmas around our towns. And we have a lot of Jews too, and this is a majority Democrat place. Nobody seems afraid to say what normal Americans say to each other. IDK, but my wife said today it’s the Trump Effect.

I have always wanted to cook a turducken.

Someday I will. I used to think they were impossible, just mythological, but now I know I can someday cook one.

Thanks!

Merry Christmas, BTW!

That too is funny, because Hungarian was my wife’s family’s native language. Her mom was using the Romanian, “da” as part of the joke. I think they thought is sounded more stupid or funny, like the American, “duh.”

My dear friend here, kaganovitch, I wish to ask you a question, as best I can:

When presented, will the crab legs be sticking out of the goose body for maximum gourmand horror LOL?

As Buzz suggested the Goose is for Christmas Eve, the crab legs maybe for Christmas day, it’s unlikely that he is contemplating Goosenstein.

Apparently in Romanian one can just say, “da,” with the tone an American would use when saying, “duh.” At least that’s what my mother-in-law would do. Da means yes in Romanian, as it coincidentally does in Russian. She would say it in that no shit way as a joke sometimes when someone (especially her husband) would state the obvious.

Steve spends a lot of text describing things we all know, like un-affordable family formation and the inability now of most ordinary, young Americans to simply live the ordinary American life.

He circumvents some of the possible causes.

His apparent solution is to convince Jews to change their political philosophy.

(And I, this long-time commenter and former Steve contributor is certain that Steve appreciates the attention, as any media-attention-hungry animal does.)

Steve doesn’t ever offer up the possibility that non-Jewish Americans, of all stripes, could and should support each other in solidarity. I know I am not at all the first commenter here to suggest that we all do exactly that. Maybe my suggestion just goes a little bit beyond just classic, ivory “White.” Maybe it can go even more max than that.

I don’t know, but in any case, “Go max.” (Whether we are White or not, we have a common enemy.)

Today we thought we were going to grill a prime ribeye, one from an American ranch and an American feed lot somewhere. I bought a couple of Maine lobster tails, so that we could have the old, “surf and turf.”

Well, I built a fire, and my wife got so tired with her white wine that we decided that we would just hold off on the surf and turf until tomorrow.

Our Christmas goose, and the Alaskan crab legs, will wait until Christmas day itself!

We buy coffee beans too, and we grind them at home. My wife is on an organic kick now, so everything we buy has to be organic, including the coffee beans. I’m not complaining, because it’s all good. I just never worried about this shit before.

I remember A&P grocery stores that had their own coffee grinders:

BTW, I don’t grind my own peanut butter anymore. That was at the prototype Wild Oats/Whole Foods “health food” store in a basement on Pearl Street in the 1980s. A lot has changed, and a lot has been co-opted. I did, ahem, “know” some girls who didn’t shave, though.

…the health food store with the girls with unshaved armpits…

They look up at me kind of funny, but I like grinding my own peanut butter in front of them.

No, that was way back in Boulder, at one of the seminal stores that eventually became Whole Foods. (The story there was that the two guys who founded it were drug dealers.) Yes, I could grind my own peanut butter, and they had bins of raw, pure grains I could buy too.

Since then, Whole Foods has just become another American “middle brow” establishment. It’s all fake and gay.

We shop at Whole Foods for some items, but I always tell my wife that it is a “communist establishment.” LOL. Right down to the parking lot: “These spaces reserved for energy efficient vehicles.”

What a great marketing scam, aimed at affluent, lefty fuckers in places like ours.

Often my wife will tell me, in the car, that she needs to shave her legs. I will reach down and tell her that it doesn’t feel like it. That’s a repeating theme for us, sometimes on the way to Whole Foods.

Some of them have a pervasive smell of tuna fish just sayin.

I’d recommend more like 20,000 iu’s of D3 with the K2 directive, per day. As well as 5k mg’s of potassium along with the zinc and the creatine. Max out on the full spectrum of B vitamins as well for circulation. Look into benfotiamine.

Hey you piece of shit . My ancestors arrived on the Mayflower signed the Declaration of Independence and three became 19th century presidents. WTF makes you think I’m Slav or Sicilian or Calabrese ? Just because I’m extremely knowledgeable about the German Scandinavian socialist and Irish not socialist labor Union people who pushed for the immigration restriction acts of the 1920s?

150, 100 years ago in Minnesota Swedes were known as dumb Swedes suitable only for grunt labor jobs like iron ore mining unskilled labor and household help. Just like the dumb polacks and Sicilians. That’s why they became socialists and labor activists. Scandinavians were socialists back in povertyville Scandinavia. Socialists along with the German socialist immigrants in the northwest Sweden never had serfdom just widespread poverty on a par with Sicily. Denmark didn’t free the serfs until the 1800s. Prussia didn’t free the serfs until 1878 after it became part of the brand new nation of Germany.. Sweden didn’t grant freedom of religion until the 1870s. Nordic Scandinavians poorest most backward part of Europe until the mid 20th century.

. You never heard of the German 48r immigrants to America more communist revolutionary than socialist did you? Don’t even know what 48rs means. Or what happened in Europe especially in “ Nordic” German countries in 1848. Don’t even know the year Germany became Germany Ignoramus, Germans are German DNA and Nordics are Nordic DNA two different DNAs.

And Russians, ethnic Russians not the Asians and Czechs Slovakians Poles and other Slavs are far fat far taller blonder and bluer than Germans you ignoramus. Polacks are the tall beautiful blondes not Germans. Prussian East German DNA is Slav not German look at the cheekbones

One group that never ever were socialists were th south Italian immigrants to America ever. In fact, they preferred to own businesses however small and poor than going like sheep into the factories slaughterhouses mines like the German immigrants did like sheep.
The ignorance on this site never ceases to amaze.

This was one of my favorite comments from Germ. Not only did it capture much of his personality, his summary of the SNL skit was funnier than the actual skit and convinced me he really was a comedy writer. Plus, he signed off with his real first name (a big part of how I ided him).
https://www.unz.com/isteve/the-rights-weird-new-age/#comment-7024978

P.S. Corvinus impugning Germ’s veracity is annoying not least because I can’t think of two commenters who better represent the poles of:
– True in spirit even if details might be embellished on occasion.
– Lying in spirit even if everything written happens to be literally true.

Interesting…

Poor writing on my part.

Embellished. Embellished is the word I should use.

My comment to Corvi sums it up. Corvi got it right: Germ “mixed in fact and fiction about his life.” To me it was obvious. I say that as a man who, before him, was accused here of making up stories. My life has been real, while Germ’s has always had for me, someone who should know, the stench of exaggeration and personal aggrandizement — as in, he thought he was uber cool for being so unbelievably wild.

He exaggerated. I do not.

It’s not that his memories were not true. It’s that he really, really, talked them up to the point that even I stopped reading them.

He was a comedy writer, after all.

Yuck!

This place is a sausage fest, and we need you. You see, I like women, even when I don’t like them.

Cmon we’ve got corvi surely he qualifies as female.

Germ was a famous comedy writer (worked with Jews in the entertainment biz, but on this site was bitter toward them) who mixed in fact and fiction about his life.

Man, Corvy, even though most everything you write here is ignorable garbage, that one statement by you is remarkably crystal clear and true.

Particularly the part where you say that our friend Germ “mixed in fact and fiction about his life.

For some of us who have indeed lived unusual lives, everywhere, that and fiction part is particularly, and was particularly, offensive and obvious.

I write this an an actual man who actually camped out on the desert and hitchhiked there, desperate and wondering where the fuck I was going to end up. I was not slouching around in LA or NYC on some “famous” boulevard making up fucking stories about my life.

BTW: One of my old college friends had the first or second highest IQ measured in America then. He dated my old girlfriend, and we became friends. He became a television writer. Much of what he wrote was comedy. He, like Germ, is semi-famous.

res had figured out TGToD’s identity beforehand. When Germ died, a friend of his who was another commenter, “slumber j” I believe, if I have spelled that correctly (a play on the oil company, Schlumberger) revealed here that his friend had died.

We all did a minute or two of research and found out who Germ was. There are obituaries and articles aplenty. He was a comedy writer with some credits and so on.

Alden!

Is that you? I can see from your UR commenting history (which I just now looked at) that you have continued on other writers’ sections, but I have not seen you here with us Steve Bums in a long time.

Since I think you are a woman, I am glad to see you here. That’s not because I either agree with you on most things or like you (or don’t.) It is because I long for at least somebody female to write here.

This place is a sausage fest, and we need you. You see, I like women, even when I don’t like them.

Mr. Anon,

If you do visit their cozy room, that of Corpse Tooth and Corvinus, I recommend you dose up days beforehand on the following:

Zinc (I take 50 milligrams every day.)

Vitamin C (I take 500 milligrams every day.)

Vitamin D3 (I take 1000 IU every day, “International Units.”)

In other words, buck up your immune system.

Maybe wear a mask, goggles and rubber gloves too. And don’t touch anything! This isn’t COVID we’re talking about.

Thanks, Buzz. You’ve got my view right, but I’ll add a little.

Yes, I may sound holier-than-thou on this, but I haven’t been hooked up to TV since 27 years ago, and, as for my movie watching, I have been known to switch out movies even half an hour in. I won’t stand for it, not any kind of agenda of wokeness! As soon as I see it coming, that’s it. I’ve turned off the movie when I just saw that one main guy was black. It’s a shame in that maybe the movie was really OK anyway, but as is the case due to AA, I have no trust left.

Indeed it would be better if nobody cared about Hollywood. The people have had and do still have a decreasing, per your 3rd and 5th paragraphs, influence with their output. My point was that this worship of the celebrities and the whole “industry” is not at all helpful to our cause. It’s been a problem for iSteve, but he doesn’t get into it so much anymore.

If even the best of them dies, say Clint Eastwood, it’s not important, as if it were a member of my family.

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Regarding Archie, Meathead, Edith (ahhh, geeeze!!) and little loud-mouthed Gloria: I am sure this was discussed more than once on the iSteve pages that Normal Lear intended Caroll O’Conner’s (who did a crappy Southern accent in that other show, BTW) Archie to be derided by the All in the Family TV audience due to his “racism” and whatever else. I can tell you from my own family that this backfired bigly. People agreed with Archie as to the direction of 200 y/o America.

Also, I do remember that the writers would be fair at times. They had some episode with the long-distance calling in which the Meathead was show to be a hypocrite. Archie and his black neighbor George Jefferson had more in common with each other than with the Meatheads of the time.

Hey, I won the coveted Corvinus Troll Award!

What are you having for Christmas dinner?

Thanks for the reminder. After reading your comment, I went to the basement and took our big, beautiful, 11.45 pound, organic, free-range goose out of the freezer and transferred it to the basement refrigerator to give it time to thaw. We will roast that bird on Christmas Eve.

I also have waiting in the freezer two colossal Alaskan king crab legs. They will come out closer to cooking time.

My wife plans to make more of her delicious cranberry sauce.

We haven’t yet selected any other sides or the drinks.

Christmas and Christmas Eve are both days of celebration in our house. The Eve was a big deal in my wife’s world, so we carry on that tradition. We will probably have the big dinner on both days. I might even save the crab legs for Christmas.

Thank you.

With regard to:

**Nobody is going to remember Meathead. That show did not age well at all.

I now see that show as one produced by a Jew who was mocking middle-class American men.

Everyone fell for it. We all watched it when I was a pre-teen and teenager.

One night my three-year-old nephew pointed at Archie Bunker on the TV screen, in front of our whole family, and said, “Pop Pop!”

Pop Pop was his name for my father, his mother’s father. Archie Bunker, to him, represented my father.

That was the power of Jewish, anti-White media even then.

We must never make excuses for those who hate us.

That’s a good point, Y.A.A., one that came to mind to me when I agreed with Achmed. I had the same idea that you just mentioned, but I realized that the gist of Achmed’s point is that Hollywood people should not be important.

They are in fact becoming less important as the communication landscape changes. The more people like Achmed state the real, true unimportance of those people, unimportance to what we hold true, the less influential those people will become.

I hope the trend among younger generations continues to diminish the fakery that has “done pretty well over the last 70 years.”

Call Hollywood people unimportant, shout that from the rooftops and change reality back to reality. Ignore them. Ignore their schlock.

Right on, BTW about how so many people see and describe the world through movies. Movies have competition now. Maybe fewer young people will be describing things as movies as their attention is focused elsewhere in the vast media landscape that is increasingly accessible. (The challenge now it to prevent the same culprits from taking complete control of that too!)