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If you want journalists to speak truth to power, vote Republican. That’s when the journos #Resist. But when the Democrats are back in power, our moral, ethical, and intellectual betters in the press let them get away with crap like this:
This sort of thing used to be considered an attack on the First Amendment. But then Trump lost.
Watching Democrats come out against illegal immigration is really something:
“GOP Governors Cause Havoc by Busing Migrants to East Coast.” Weird, huh? I thought the NYT wanted those poor downtrodden victims here. Now they’re blaming Republicans for helping these migrants make a life in their new home?
So much for “sanctuary cities.”
Give us your tired, your poor, your huddled masses yearning to breathe free… Just not, y’know, here.
I don’t know if you remember this, but a really long time ago, the whole world was locked down because of a communicable disease that was released by the Chinese Communist Party. Everybody was told to stay inside. Kids couldn’t go to school. Families couldn’t hold funerals for loved ones. You had to wear a mask if you went anywhere, and people screamed “MURDERER!!!” if you didn’t. You were considered a second-class citizen if you didn’t get vaccinated.It was this whole big deal.
Once upon a time, long, long ago in 2020-21, you were literally a terrorist if you didn’t respond to a communicable disease the way you were told. But this time it’s different somehow:
Oh. So it’s not a public health emergency? Make up your minds.
None of this is about science. This is about tiptoeing around a powerful lobbying group that can cause trouble if you piss them off. (No pun intended.) We can be pushed around because we’re just a bunch of rubes. They insist on having their orgies and gay parades and whatnot, in the middle of a pandemic that’s targeting them almost exclusively. And we’re not supposed to notice.
Why would anybody ever trust the public health establishment again?
My DALL·E invitation finally came through, and I’ve already burned through all my “credits.” The results are much more detailed than the DALL·E mini program that debuted recently, but it still has problems with English text. Still, the results are eerie, like glimpses of some other dimension:
I would definitely buy a box of Nocas Codibs. And Nogace looks Cagily delicious!
Here’s Johnny Rotten as a NASCAR driver:
He’s also eating a Cheeto, and his fake skin is peeling off to reveal his metal endoskeleton. Makes sense!
And here’s an impressionist painting of Tom Cruise eating tacos:
I didn’t ask for the earring or pencil-thin mustache, but somehow the AI knew that’s what it needed.
In the unlikely event that you want to see more of this weird robot art, DALL·E wants me to pay $15 for 115 “credits.” I’ve got better things to spend my money on, like food and electricity. But if you drop me some dough, I’ll do more. Or don’t, and I won’t. Either way works.
As you may have noticed, I’ve got Better Call Saul on the brain these days. I also loved El Camino, the 2019 sequel movie that showed us what Jesse Pinkman did after the finale of Breaking Bad. I bought it on Blu-Ray because I refuse to subscribe to Netflix anymore, and this week I finally listened to the audio commentary by Vince Gilligan and Aaron Paul.
It’s mostly the usual commentary stuff — “Here’s how we got this shot, every single person we worked with was amazing, blah blah blah” — but this particular moment blew my mind:
We already knew Robert Forster died the same day El Camino premiered, but I assumed he never got to see it. He’s so good in this movie, and I’m glad he saw how it turned out. He only appeared in one episode each of BB and BCS, and then this movie, but he’s such an integral part of the story. Ed Galbraith, AKA The Disappearer, AKA the Vacuum-Cleaner Guy, is one of the only honorable criminals in that universe. And Forster really made you like the dude.
That look of stoic amusement on Ed’s face. Just letting this nutjob rant and rave. And then, after calling the cops, he sent them on a wild goose chase. He wanted nothing to do with Jesse, but that didn’t mean he wanted the knucklehead to get caught.
Ed was the coolest, and so was Robert Forster. R.I.P.
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