Saturday, 6 April 2019

TIO MATT



Staffer :
They're signing loan papers.

-Some are wondering if Hoynes has cancelled his tour-

Joshua :
You gave him the papers?

Staffer :
Her.

Joshua :
Helen.

Staffer :
She asked for them.

HELEN :
I don't suppose in addition to your many skills you're a notary public.

Joshua :
Don't sign those.

Helen :
We won't send them to the bank unless we have to.
Just wanna make sure we're covered for Texas.

Joshua :
It's your financial future.

Tio Matt :
Which is why we're gonna come in second.

Joshua :
We can't.
There's no chance.
I'm sorry.

We've got Hoynes in New York.
We won't win the nomination.
I made myself believe it.
You too.

But you can't risk everything for this.

You should go to La Palabra, make a strong statement against the driver's license bill.

You should remember who your friends are, not some names on an index card, but the people you're going back to.

And then you should take a bow and you should step off the stage.



Tio Matt :
You know, when I got out of the Marines, I hadn't been in my neighborhood in Houston in a few years.

I had just gotten this job offer from the Pentagon and it required a full FBI background check.

After a few weeks, the investigators came to me and said, 

"We can't give you the job.
We've interviewed all your old friends and neighbors.
They can't confirm anything, not even your name." 

So I hop a plane, go back to the old block.
I see my neighbor's kids, and they're sitting out on the stoop, same as always.

They see me, they start running towards me and they're shouting, " Tio Matt! " 

— "Uncle Matt." —

" Tio Matt, The Feds, they were here looking for you -

We told them we never heard of you." 

11 and 13.

You're not the only one who can read bad polls, Josh.

I am running for President in that Texas primary and those kids are gonna see me do that.

And that is the only statement about my skin color I intend to make in this campaign.


If you need a minute-- 

Tio Matt :
I'm fine.

You met Richter in Portland.
He's on DNC site selection.
His son's a-- 


Math major at Princeton.

Joshua :
When you asked our chances before, you wanted to make sure the loan was ready if we lost here.

GRACE :
Something's Happened to Hoynes.

Thursday, 4 April 2019

DUDEISM



dude (n.)

1883, "fastidious man," New York City slang of unknown origin; recent research suggests it is a shortening of Yankee Doodle, based on the song's notion of "foppish, over-fastidious male" (compare macaroni). The vogue word of 1883, originally used in reference to the devotees of the "aesthetic" craze, later applied to city slickers, especially Easterners vacationing in the West (as in dude ranch "ranch which entertains guests and tourists for pay," attested by 1921). "The term has no antecedent record, and is prob. merely one of the spontaneous products of popular slang" [Century Dictionary].






Now, "tenderfoot" is not to be construed as the Western equivalent of that much evolved and more abused specimen of mankind, familiarly styled "dude." For even the Montana cowboy recognizes the latter. Not that he has ever seen the true prototype of a class that was erstwhile so numerous among us. But he is convinced that a person caught in the act of wearing a white linen collar, and who looks as though he might have recently shaved or washed his face, must be a dude, true and proper. ["Random Notes and Observations of a Trip through the Great Northwest," "The Medical Record," Oct. 20, 1883]

Application to any male is recorded by 1966, U.S., originally in African-American vernacular.


dudeism (n.)

1883, "the dress, manners, and social peculiarities of the class known as dudes" [Century Dictionary], from dude + -ism.

The dude possesses in his outward appearance and bearing all the attributes of a gentleman, excepting, perhaps, that of manliness. His dress is unostentatious in its perfection, its only loud notes being a pair of white gaiters, which are believed to be going out already in obedience to the unwritten code of dudeism. Why the dude feels any interest in life is not clear--he does not look as if he enjoyed it. There is a certain introspective earnestness in his bearing that reminds one of the theological student, and perhaps the prevailing high collar strengthens the resemblance. [Phrenological Journal, July 1883]




A way out West there was this fella,

fella I want to tell you about,

fella by the nameof Jeff Lebowski,

at least thatwas the handle

That his loving parentsgave him.



But he never hadmuch use for it himself.


This Lebowski,he called himself The Dude.


Now, Dude - that's a name no-one would self-apply where I come from.

But then, there wasa lot about The Dude that didn't make a wholelot of sense to me, and a lot aboutwhere he lived, likewise.


But then again,maybe that's why I found theplace so dern interesting.

They call Los AngelesThe City of Angels.

I didn't find it to be that, exactly.

But I'll allow thereare some nice folks there.


'Course I can'tsay I seen London;

And I neverbeen to France;

And I ain't never seen noqueen in her damned undies as the fella says.

But I'll tell you what, after seeing Los Angeles

And this a-here storyI'm about to unfold,

Well, I guess I seen somethin'

every bit as stupefyin' as you'd see in anyof those other places, 

and in English, too.


So I can die with a smile on my face without feeling likethe good Lord gypped me.

Now this here story I'm about to unfold took place backin the early nineties, just about the time ofour conflict with Saddam

and the Iraqis.


I only mention it 'cause Sometimes 

There's a Man.


I won't say a Hero,

'Cause what's a Hero?


But sometimes there's a Man,

and I'm talkin' about The Dude here,

Sometimes There's a Man, he's The Man for His Time and Place.


He fits right in there, and that's The Dude, in Los Angeles.


And even if he is a lazy man — 

and The Dude was most certainly that.... quite possibly the laziest in Los Angeles county, which would place him high in the running for laziest worldwide —


But Sometimes - There's a Man, 

Sometimes...


There's a Man.


Wow, lost my Train of Thought, Here.

I done introduced him enough.



Chess is a Game of War






Chess is a Game of War —

First One to Loose Their Shit Forfeits Control of The Board.


















Who We Are





“ By ‘patriotism’ I mean devotion to a particular Place and a particular Way of Life, which one believes to be The Best in The World but has no wish to force upon other people. 

Patriotism is of its nature DEFENSIVE, both militarily AND culturally. 

Nationalism, on the other hand, is inseparable from the Desire for Power.”


This Country has been Sick. 
This Country needs Healing. 
This Country needs Medicine.

In fact, I'd go so far as to say that what This Country really needs, right now -

Is a Doctor.




We Stand Up for What is Right.

We fight for Moral Reasons.

We make Law for Moral Reasons.

We wage wars on Poverty, not poor people.

We Sacrifice.

We Care about Our Neighbors.

We put Our Money where Our Mouths are, and We Don't Like to Make a Fuss

We Will Build Great Big THINGS, make Godly technological advances, explore Space - Both Inner, and Outer — cure dis-ease, and we cultivate The World's Greatest Artists and The World's Greatest Economy.

We reach for The Stars.

We Act Like Men.


” Somewhere or other Byron makes use of the French word longueur, and remarks in passing that though in England we happen not to have the word, we have the thing in considerable profusion. In the same way, there is a habit of mind which is now so widespread that it affects our thinking on nearly every subject, but which has not yet been given a name. As the nearest existing equivalent I have chosen the word ‘nationalism’, but it will be seen in a moment that I am not using it in quite the ordinary sense, if only because the emotion I am speaking about does not always attach itself to what is called a nation–that is, a single race or a geographical area. It can attach itself to a church or a class, or it may work in a merely negative sense, against something or other and without the need for any positive object of loyalty.

By ‘nationalism’ I mean first of all the habit of assuming that human beings can be classified like insects and that whole blocks of millions or tens of millions of people can be confidently labelled ‘good’ or ‘bad’. 

But secondly–and this is much more important–I mean the habit of identifying oneself with a single nation or other unit, placing it Beyond Good and Evil and recognizing no other duty than that of advancing its interests. 

Nationalism is not to be confused with patriotism. Both words are normally used in so vague a way that any definition is liable to be challenged, but one must draw a distinction between them, since two different and even opposing ideas are involved. 

By ‘patriotism’ I mean devotion to a particular Place and a particular Way of Life, which one believes to be The Best in The World but has no wish to force upon other people. 

Patriotism is of its nature DEFENSIVE, both militarily AND culturally. 

Nationalism, on the other hand, is inseparable from the desire for Power. 

The abiding purpose of every nationalist is to secure more power and more prestige, not for himself but for the nation or other unit in which he has chosen to sink his own individuality. 

So long as it is applied merely to the more notorious and identifiable nationalist movements in Germany, Japan and other countries, all this is obvious enough. Confronted with a phenomenon like Nazism, which we can observe from the outside, nearly all of us would say much the same things about it. 


But here I must repeat what I said above, that I am only using the word ‘nationalism’ for lack of a better. 

Nationalism, in the extended sense in which I am using the word, includes such movements and tendencies as Communism, political Catholicism, Zionism, Antisemitism, Trotskyism and Pacifism. 

It does not necessarily mean loyalty to a government or a country, still less to one’s own country, and it is not even strictly necessary that the units in which it deals should actually exist. 

To name a few obvious examples, Jewry, Islam, Christendom, the Proletariat and the White Race are all of them the objects of passionate nationalistic feeling: but their existence can be seriously questioned, and there is no definition of any one of them that would be universally accepted. 

It is also worth emphasizing once again that nationalist feeling can be purely negative. There are, for example, Trotskyists who have become simply the ENEMIES of the USSR without developing a corresponding loyalty to any other unit. 

When one grasps the implications of this, the nature of what I mean by nationalism becomes a good deal clearer. A nationalist is one who thinks solely, or mainly, in terms of competitive prestige. 

He may be a positive or a negative nationalist–that is, he may use his mental energy either in boosting or in denigrating–but at any rate his thoughts always turn on victories, defeats, triumphs, and humiliations. 

He sees history, especially contemporary history, as the endless rise and decline of great power units, and every event that happens seems to him a demonstration that his own side is on the up-grade and some hated rival on the down-grade. 


But finally, it is important not to confuse nationalism with mere Worship of Success. The nationalist does not go on the principle of simply ganging up with the strongest side. 

On the contrary, having picked his side, he persuades himself that it is the strongest, and is able to stick to his belief even when the facts are overwhelmingly against him. 

Nationalism is power hunger tempered by self-deception. 

Every nationalist is capable of the most flagrant dishonesty, but he is also–since he is conscious of serving something bigger than himself–unshakeably certain of being in the right.

Mystery






“You can underestimate it, but — Life is nothing but a Series of Riddles, which are forcing you to cancel  them, and gain The Right to take your Natural Place.

— Bro. Steve Cokely


Are We Gon’ Let De-Elevator Break Us Down...?




DON’T BE USELESS




This is Your Life
And it and it's ending one-minute at a time
You have to give up, you have to give up

You have to realize that someday you will die
Until you know that, you are useless






And you open the door and you step inside
Where inside our hearts
Now imagine your pain as a white ball of healing light
That's right, your pain
The pain itself is a white ball of healing light
I don't think so
This is your life, good to the last drop
Doesn't get any better than this
This is your life and it's ending one minute at a time
This isn't a seminar, this isn't a weekend retreat
Where you are now you can't even imagine what the bottom will be like
Only after disaster can we be resurrected
It's only after you've lost everything that you're free to do anything
Nothing is static, everything is evolving, everything is falling apart
This is your life, this is your life, this is your life, this is your life
Doesn't get any better than this
This is your life, this is your life, this is your life, this is your life
And it and it's ending one-minute at a time
You are not a beautiful and unique snowflake
You are the same decaying organic matter as everything else
We are all part of the same compost heap
We are the all singing, all dancing, crap of the world
You are not your bank account
You are not the clothes you wear
You are not the contents of your wallet
You are not your bowel cancer
You are not your grande latte
You are not the car you drive
You are not your fucking khaki's
You have to give up, you have to give up
You have to realize that someday you will die
Until you know that, you are useless
I say let me never be complete
I say may I never be content
I say deliver me from Swedish furniture
I say deliver me from clever arts
I say deliver me from clear skin and perfect teeth
I say you have to give up
I say evolve, and let the chips fall where they may
This is your life, this is your life, this is your life, this is your life
Doesn't get any better than this
This is your life, this is your life, this is your life, this is your life
And it and it's ending one-minute at a time
You have to give up, you have to give up
I want you to hit me as hard as you can
I want you to hit me as hard as you can
Welcome to Fight Club
If this is your first night, you have to fight

STRUGGLE





RICK :
Don't you sometimes wonder if it's worth all this?

I mean, 
What You're Fighting For?

LASZLO :
• We might as well question why We Breathe. 

• If We stop Beathing, We'll Die. 

• If We stop fighting Our Enemies, The World Will Die.





Rick Blaine :
Had a close one, eh?


Victor Laszlo :
Yes, rather.

Rick Blaine :
Don't you sometimes wonder if it's worth all this?
I mean, what you're fighting for.


Victor Laszlo :
We might as well question why we breathe.
If we stop breathing, we'll die.
If we stop fighting our enemies,
The World Will Die.

Rick Blaine :
What of it?
Then it'll be out of its misery.

Victor Laszlo :
You know how you sound, Monsieur Blaine?
Like a man who's trying to convince himself of something he doesn't believe in his Heart.

Each of us has a Destiny.
For Good, or for Evil.

Rick Blaine :
I get The Point.

Victor Laszlo :
I wonder if you do.
I wonder if you know that you're trying to escape from yourself...
...and that you'll never succeed.


Rick Blaine :
You seem to know all about My Destiny.

Victor Laszlo :
I know a good deal more about you than you suspect.

I know that you're in love with a woman.
It's perhaps a strange circumstance that we both should be in love with the same woman.

The first evening I came into this cafe I knew there was something between you and Ilsa.

Since no one is to blame... I demand no explanation.

I ask only one thing.
You won't give me the letters of transit.
All right.

But I want my wife to be safe.

I ask you as a favor to use the letters to take her away from Casablanca.


Rick Blaine :
You love her that much?


Victor Laszlo :
Apparently you think of me only as the Leader of a Cause.
Well, I am also a Human Being.

Yes, I love her that much.

Vichysoisse Policeman :
Monsieur Laszlo?

Victor Laszlo :
Yes?

Vichysoisse Policeman :
You'll come with us.
We have a warrant for your arrest.

Victor Laszlo :
On what charge?

Vichysoisse Policeman :
Captain Renault will discuss that with you later.

Rick Blaine :
It seems that Destiny has taken a hand...

And We Accept That : Why it is That We Will Win




“You can underestimate it, but — Life is nothing but a Series of Riddles, which are forcing you to cancel  them, and gain The Right to take your Natural Place.

— Bro. Steve Cokely








For the people that are in this Corps of Negativity,

We have accepted responsibility to put pressure on Them. 


...that maybe They perceive themselves to be Goliath, but We are always reminding Them that David is within their reach -

We don't ever want Them to think that what They regard as so absolute, so evil, so grand, so royal, that can never be defeated contradicts The Law of what goes on.


And in every form, if We were to accept the principle of

You Reap What You Sow "

and if "Reap What You Sow" is True;
And one compiles years of ugly sowing...

Then, somewhere, The Seed gonna come due -

Now, 
Through Whom? " and " When? " will it manifest..?

And if you believe that it will never happen, then What You Believe has a crack in it.

Do you have faith, that when people fail in their opportunity to rule fairly and equitably that They will be robbed of that opportunity, when others who seek to be  - 

(It's a dangerous word) 

Responsible arise to accept this responsibility, to replace Those Who Lost Their Right to Rule..?

The Muslims say 
An Eye for an Eye "

And the principle is sound.

Even an atheist say,

What Go Around, Come Around "

Every Spoke on The Wheel has it's Day at The Top




There's a Law invoked with alla' this, that actually is higher than Man Law.


Now, Men will try to take The Weak - and make them think that's all that matters.


We consider Ourselves ABOVE Law - because :



Under White [Corporate Marine/Anglo-Saxon/Gothic/Napoleonic] Law, 


you can rob a Man LEGALLY.


So We don't use "law" as a measure of someone's value, where "law" will give some people an advantage over others.


So, c'mon now


We Do Not Say That MAN's Law is THE Law -

but Men will try to make you think it so...




You were warned that Something Would Rise -


but nobody wanted to explain

IN WHAT FORM.


And then, if it be The Response, nobody would ever make you think that it was The Little People's job, and not those that we call :

HAVE-A-LITTLE-WANT-SOME-MORE

Because 


The Have-a-Little-Want-Some-More 

have NO TERMS.


They'll use a term they used to call in Politics : "Cut Us In, or Cut It Out"


Part of what enhances Our ability to be EFFECTIVE with The Victims is that We are


UNDERESTIMATED



And We Accept That.

WE ACCEPT THAT.


as,

Why It Is That We Will Win.

CHESS





Chess is a Game of War

We’re Not Friends — We’re Family.

We Leave No-one Behind.





Margaret :
You're all set for lunch.


Claudia-Jean :
You sure he's up to it? 

Margaret :
He said so.

Claudia-Jean :
He's not being polite? 

Margaret :
I'm sorry.
Leo? 

Claudia-Jean :
He has a courtly side.

Margaret :
Not with me.

Claudia-Jean :
I don't wanna overtax him.

Margaret :
He would've said.
A car will pick up the food, then swing by to take you to his hotel at 1.

Claudia-Jean :
Great.

Margaret :
He asked if you play chess.

Claudia-Jean :
Chess? 
Not really.

Margaret :
I'll let him know.

*******

Charlie :
Leo e-mailed me something about reminding the president to play Chess.
He and Leo played weekly chess games.

Claudia-Jean :
Okay.
What did Leo say about it? 

Charlie :
Just to remind him.

Claudia-Jean :
Guess that's just it, then.

Charlie :
Yeah.

*******

President Josiah Bartlett :
We done? 

Claudia-Jean :
Yes, sir.
Thank you, Mr. President.
Oh, sir, I'm sorry.
Leo mentioned to remind you to play chess.

President Josiah Bartlett :
Please tell Leo when he's healthy enough to give me a game, I'll be glad to school him at chess.


Claudia-Jean :
Thank you, sir.


*******

Claudia-Jean :
How in the world did you manage it for seven years? 

Leo :
I had a heart attack.
You remind The President about playing Chess? 


Claudia-Jean :
He pretty much blew me off.

Leo :
You need to insist.


Claudia-Jean :
I obviously don't know the president as well as you but already, I can tell when something's a no-go.

Leo :
You have to insist.

The President gets regular physicals and because of the MS, rather more regular MRIs and neurophysical tests.
But MS is a disease of the central nervous system.
It can affect cognition, perception, reasoning, judgment.
What the doctors actually term.
"Executive Function."

As President of the United States, this needs to be monitored on a weekly basis.
You need to get the president to play Chess.

Finish Your Lunch.

*******

President Josiah Bartlett :
What was it you wanted? 

Claudia-Jean :
Sir, if you'll follow me.
Mr. President.
Sir, this is Roger Quast from HUD.
He was on the Stanford chess team.
He's here to play a game with you.


President Josiah Bartlett :
Roger, unfortunately, you've been dragged here for nothing.


Claudia-Jean :
I've cleared your schedule for the hour.
I spoke with Leo.

You're going to play chess, Mr.President.


President Josiah Bartlett :
You heard the lady.
Where do you think you're going? 


Claudia-Jean :
Sir? 

President Josiah Bartlett :
You're gonna play me.


Claudia-Jean :
Sir, I don't really-- 

President Josiah Bartlett :
Stanford here is gonna stay and help you.
Sit down.
Chess team, huh? 


Stamford :
Yes, sir.

Claudia-Jean :
I'm trying to imagine the cheer - 
Check them to the left 
To the right 
Stand up, sit down 

President Josiah Bartlett :
I was on the chess team.


Claudia-Jean :
Right.
I really have no clue.


President Josiah Bartlett :
He's gonna help you.
And I'll know if you're holding back, Young Man.
You are hereby directed by Presidential fiat to try your damnedest to kick your commander in chief's ass.

Stamford :
King's pawn over two spaces.
Good.

Wednesday, 3 April 2019

POLICEMEN





The ones featuring coppers are clearly genuine — 

See this is why they are having to replace all of the frontline male police officers with good -natured, conciliatory young women under 30, who are nosey — all of that touchy-feely Community-Outeach, Social Justice wiff-waff you saw a decade ago in Hot Fuzz, ten years ago now has just gone completely through the rooF since the 2010 Riots (which were of a highly dubious and non-spontaneous, planned and co-ordinated nature,  and then never re-occurred, meaning that a large-scale staged provocation is implied), and what with the austerity measures slashing policing budgets left, right and centre, almost all of the  senior, experienced uniformed-division male. Beat Coppers decided to cut their losses and either resign from the force outright, or opt to take early retirement, with the addition of a modest cash bump in their paying-off package deal.

But this, and countless other instances  of mostly  young men (and  indeed, yes, on occasion,only or more young females of that same age-bracket) out in public places  with HD Quality video cameras on their iPhones and similar devices to capture footage of rookie policeman,  only barely just that little bit older than themselves — why continuing with a High-Visibility Policing doctrine of  having officers in uniform, mostly rookie raw recruits all freshly-graudated and Straight Outta Hendon, being seen standing  guard on behalf of the British Public over  the local potential soft-target public right-of-way pedestrianised concourse/public transport hub /  commuter  interchange —  why that delicate mass delusion ofongoing and indefinitely self-sustaining and stable, perpetually renewable Folie a Deux of a Long Peace after almost 25 years of hard-won relative socio-ecconomic calm, on the streets and rural village communiies in the North of Ireland and elsewhere across and throughout all of the length and breadth of mainland Britain,