El Blog Que Es Un Poquito Màs Macho Que Fernando Lamas. A Companion to the Assassin Bug: On Baseball, Jews, Baseball and Jews, Politics,Politics and Baseball, the Musical Genius of Susanna Hoffs, Books, Plutocracy, and Piano Music, scribbled by an unapologetic liberal. Lately, including posts on parenting, divorce, moving, and my bad attitude. Contact at themetabug@gmail.com
From someone that calls himself Braveheart 8850 on Breitbart.
T he NAACP was founded by leftist white people. It is mainly white liberals who are behind the destruction of the US. You are one of their dupes. They have manipulated you and other racists into fighting the wrong people. Your statement should embarrass you.
Yes, someone actually believes this is true.
Courtesy of Doug Burttram on Facebook (regarding Guantanamo): “Obama wants his Muslim brothers out so they can kill more Americans, what other possible reason would this Muslim loving fool do this?? Think America Obama has done everything in his power to pull America to its knees. Thank God for Trump!!#”
Beware America. Someone with a vote equal to yours (or perhaps more equal if he lives in a less populous state) actually believes this.
I’m trying to avoid the annoying, and I realize that for the moment the best thing I can do is concentrate on my home and kids, and get ready for the onslaught. Living in MA, my vote doesn’t make a whole lot of difference, so I need to figure out what I can do that will keep the next 4 years from being normalized.
In the meantime, it’s more music. I’ve been reexamining the Prelude and Fugue in F minor from Book II of JS Bach’s Well-Tempered Clavier. I’d recommend a performance, but I can’t find one online that I really like.
Here’s Bernie Sanders conducting the choral works (not really).
And it’s only 39 days until pitchers and catchers report.
Haiti is the poorest country in the Western Hemisphere. It got a lot of attention in 2010 when a devastating earthquake hit the country. Since then, it has kind of fallen off of the map. In a way, that’s understandable–there is no shortage of need everywhere, we’ve had a crazy political environment, and the whims of news cycles are ephemeral.
So if you click on this picture, you can throw a little lucre in the hat, and I’ll make it there. We are already 25% on our way to the goal. 
New Year’s Rants
Oh boy. I’m putting myself on a news blackout. The New York Times is my home page, but tonight I think I’m going to have to change it to a comedy. Laughter is good. Best medicine, right? I mean, I could talk about the hell into which we are descending, but if I do that I might as well read the news.
See these results regarding laughter. It’s a good year to learn to use Google Scholar and read a scientific article from peer-reviewed journal, if you don’t already know how to do so.
https://scholar.google.com/scholar?as_ylo=2013&q=laughter+in+groups&hl=en&as_sdt=0,22
ALSO:
Rick Brophy
My cousin Mick is looking for someone he served with in Vietnam.
I’ve spent a couple of weeks on Drumpf’s Facebook page. I try to remain as calm and as polite as possible. I make repeated attempts to engage rather than return the invective that I have received in abundance. I haven’t shied from pointing out to others that should consider that they are not as smart or informed as they think they are, and that their opponents (not me) are perhaps as smart and informed.
All I can come up with is that Trump’s supporters need to hate. They need an enemy. There is no reasoning. There is no demonstrable truth. I’m not just writing them off with “haters gonna hate”, because I think it 1) says nothing, and 2) signifies a refusal to seek other means of communicating. I do agree that a large core of Trump’s supporters will never change. But this is just too fucking scary to ignore.
Sometimes I try to have a little fun. I shouldn’t. The commenters seem to be frighteningly immune to humor, especially about themselves.
I don’t put anything up until I’ve really had time to think about it, rethink it, and then rewrite it. Rewrite many times. But enough of that. That means that I rarely post.
I post for whomever may show up at the game, but I mainly just post for myself.
I mainly post for myself, but I keep my children in mind. Would I want them to read this now? In 5 years? In 10? After I’m dust and ashes? The world is not going to remember me. I may have grandchildren, but I was so old (41 for the first) when I had kids that it’s entirely possible that I won’t live to see them. It’s even more likely that they won’t remember me. I tell my children about my grandparents, but I don’t think that much of it will stick. They both had a chance to meet my Grandma Ida, but Jolee doesn’t remember her, and Sam has just impressions. Fortunately, they know all four of their grandparents. But the inter-generational time expands, and we lose touch. It’s not like it’s easy to get records, either. One grandfather’s name can be found on a ship’s manifest at ellisisland.org. For the other grandfather there is one that is similar but doesn’t quite meet the criteria. The grandmothers were born here, their fathers were not.
Anyway, I still need to write, and so I will just toss this stuff out and see what happens.
Sorry if I bored you, better stuff coming.
I can listen to music that has words.
The Ride is Los Lobos’ 11th album. It has other artists covering their songs, while they play along. Lots of good fun. Tom Waits, Bobby Womack, Mavis Staples, Ruben Blades, (anti-Israel asshole)Elvis Costello…
music that does not have any words.
The truth is that I just can’t take it anymore. Any of it: NPR, CNN, network news, cable news, whacko internet sites that crop up on my facebook page. The whole world has gone crazy and in the little space that my body occupies THERE ISN’T ONE DAMN THING THAT I CAN DO.
I even dreamt about fucking politics last night. I had an old neighbor who was rabidly conservative, and –wait! I’m not going into it
So for the next hour or so, I will be listening to Rachmaninov’s Etudes Tableaux.
The Meta-Bug 