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Thursday, September 10, 2015

Bill "The Falafel King" O'Reilly Born ► Throwback Thursday

Yes, he actually said this without a hint of irony
If there's any single person that I wish we could throw back, it's Fox "News" fabulist and serial exaggerator Bill O'Reilly. 

Loofah Lad is a Fox "News" anchor, both literally and figuratively, because he's the highest rated liar on Fox, just not the only liar.

O'Reilly calls himself a cultural warrior battling all those forces of evil that most of us accept as part of a multiracial, pluralistic society. Entire books and websites have been written about this man, so I won't bother. However, the reason he's perfect for this rubric is he wants to throwback the country to the lily White suburbs of of his '50s Levittown, where he grew up; a man so uncomfortable around Black folk, that every time he brings up the issue of race, he embarrasses himself.

Bill is a Catholic, who is getting a divorce. He's now engaged in an ugly battle with his ex-wife, where he's been accused of domestic violence:
The transcript includes testimony from Larry Cohen, a psychologist appointed to interview and make assessments about each member of the family during the dispute. (Note that “M.” refers to O’Reilly’s daughter.)

“M. [his daughter] reported — having seeing an incident where I believe she said her dad was choking her mom or had his hands around her neck and dragged her down some stairs.”  
 Meanwhile, The Falafel King lectures and hectors 'Merka to live exemplary lives.

Can we throw him back already?

As is traditional in his falsely titled No Spin Zone, we'll give Bill the last word:

Monday, September 7, 2015

A Message to Facebookers

Dear Facefolkers: 

Do you wander over to other people's personal timelines to insult or take issue with what they post? If so, this post is for you.


When sitting on a person's front porch, would you start calling them names? Would you tell them their opinions are wrong? Worse yet, would you refuse to offer any facts to bolster your side of the argument? Especially when you're not even a friend to the person you're attacking?

I'm really growing tired of people who show up on my personal wall with the sole purpose of shitting all over it.

Look: There are plenty of places on the facebookery where you can debate opinions to your heart's content. That's what they're there for. However, that's not what my wall is for.

My wall is for me and my friends to get together and shoot the breeze.

It's like the neighbourhoods of old, when people would sit on their front porch and greet everybody who passed. The difference is we are all simultaneously sitting on our front porch and walking past all the other porches.

If you honestly and truly believed that Mr. Smith is a drooling fool, would you walk past his porch and yell, "I heard what you said to Mr. Jones and you're nothing but an idiot"? Or would you just walk past?

When I see crap I don't like on another person's wall -- sometimes it's very good face-to-facefriends, sometimes it's family, and sometimes it's just facefriends I'll never meet -- I just keep on walking. What good comes from starting that kind of debate?

But, I really want to talk about a far more egregious form of this problem:

Attacking people who are not even your facefriends. You've seen what they posted ONLY because one of your facefriends liked it or shared it. So you wander over to that timeline to give the original poster a piece of your mind. This is akin to helicoptering over a neighbourhood you don't even belong to and hectoring those people with a megawatt PA system.

Give your head a shake. Don't be an asshole on my threads, and I won't be an asshole back to you.

I'm ALWAYS willing to discuss things. But, if you start with an accusatory or defensive attack, I'm gonna BLOCK your ass. And, if you quote Fox "News" memes, I'm going to BLOCK your ass and make sure everybody laughs at you.

A Peruvian Princess Sings ► Monday Musical Appreciation

She's now considered the Queen of Exotica, the musical genre that encompasses a previous era's Kitch, but at one time Yma Súmac was considered to be a Peruvian princess.

I discovered Yma Súmac in the early '60s. Among my mother's LPs were a couple by Yma Sumac. As a kid I was attracted to crazy colours and costumes on the covers, but once I dropped the needle on the record, I WAS HOOKED!!! That voice! Those songs! I had never heard anything like it before and have been a fan ever since.

There has never been anything else like her. Listen:

Zoila Augusta Emperatriz Chávarri del Castillo, was born on September 13, 1922 in Callao, Peru, but took the name Yma Súmac, which had various spellings until she signed with Capital Records in 1950.

According to the WikiWackyWoo:
Stories published in the 1950s claimed that she was an Incan princess, directly descended from Atahualpa. The government of Peru in 1946 formally supported her claim to be descended from Atahualpa, the last Incan emperor".[7] She was the subject of a series of publicity campaigns designed to shroud her origins in mystery: was she an Inca princess, one of the chosen 'Golden Virgins'? Whatever her heritage, what was abundantly genuine was Sumac's four octave range, ascending from 'female baritone, through lyric soprano, to high coloratura'.

According to her obituary in the LA Times:
Bursting onto the U.S. music scene after signing with Capitol Records in 1950, the raven-haired Sumac was known as the "Nightingale of the Andes," the "Peruvian Songbird" and a "singing marvel" with a 4 1/2 -octave (she said five-octave) voice.

"She is five singers in one," boasted her then-husband Moises Vivanco, a composer-arranger, in a 1951 interview with the Associated Press. "Never in 2,000 years has there been another voice like hers."

After Sumac performed at the Shrine Auditorium with a company of dancers, drummers and musicians in 1955, a Los Angeles Times writer observed:

"She warbles like a bird in the uppermost regions, hoots like an owl in the lowest registers, produces bell-like coloratura passages one minute, and exotic, dusky contralto tones the next."

Yma Súmac died in a Los Angeles assisted living facility in 1988. You can read all about her amazing life on the internet, but, as always, it's really about the music. Take a listen: