Dr Fauci said

The National Weather Service has reported that there will be seventy mile an hour winds tomorrow. Since the weatherman is never wrong the President has consulted with his scientific advisers. Dr. Fauci has insisted that due to the potential damages based on the computer models every home in the United States must be demolished because if the winds knock them down some people might get hurt. Of course women and minorities will be most affected. All Americans are directed to give up their personal residences and report to government shelters until they are allocated approved governmental housing.

So please be prepared for your house to be demolished because as we know Dr. Fauci is never wrong.

More stuff to ignore

Hat tip to Evi and the Drudge Report.

And from the community? Crickets.

I am getting tired of this nonsense

I am getting tired of the nonsense. What nonsense you say? The use of Catholic imagery and our beliefs for entertainment purposes.

On the "Real Housewives of Beverly Hills" they have this new housewife called Carelton who is a Wiccan. She has decorated her home in a Neo-Gothic style with religious imagery all over the place. There are crosses on every wall and religious articles everywhere. Even a confessional booth as illustrated in this photo. Now this idiot claims to be a Wiccan who practices "White Magic." Now they have traditionally appropriated Catholic symbols for their rites so this is no surprise. But they treated these Catholic symbols as a joke.

This was particularly galling to me because of the last episode of "The Mentalist." At the end of the episode the protagonist Patrick Jane goes to a Catholic Church to pray. Now in the last eight years of the series there is not mention that Jane is Catholic. The basic story is his hunt for the serial killer known as "Red John." We are supposed to get the payoff in the next two episodes. They had narrowed it down to seven suspects who were almost all law enforcement officers. They killed off the suspects one by one until only the head of the CBI is left. Of course that would be too easy. It looks like the final confrontation will take place in a Church. What do you want to bet that the serial killer will turn out to be a priest.

There are many strains of Catholicism. There is the touchy feely guitar Mass type where it is all peace and love all the time. But there is also the tougher one of the Nun with the rulers and the priests who didn't stand for any crap. You could sin and get forgiveness but never doubt that you were a sinner and that you did something wrong. I am of the old school of Cardinal Spellman and Cardinal Hughes and Sister Asunta not the touchy feely pabulum they feed the kids today. I wish there was someone who would stand up to this nonsense. The type of Catholicism where you don't have to apologize for going after the enemy no matter where they might be. I think those days might be past.

More and more I feel like a Dinosaur.

Don't cry for me Al DeRogatis!

Don't cry for me Al DeRogatis
The truth is I never left you
All though my hair is wooly
I won't be bullied
Now keep your distance

I hate listening to people when you are having dinner.....

So when we get to the restaurant it is pretty full. Of course our favorite waiter rushes up to us because they are all so happy to see us. We have to decide where we want to sit. So we get the table on the banquet next to the door on the right side of this photo. I decided to sit on the side seat facing out to the rest of the tables so I could sit closer to my honey. But that had some unfortunate consequences.

There is always an interesting mix of people in Marco Polo. A few old school gangsters from back in the day. Neighborhood people. A large contingent of African Americans who think of this restaurant as the top of the line in dining in Italian food. Very few yuppie scum or hipster shitheads. But a few. They mainly go to the more well known and advertised crap-fests like "Buttermilk Channel" and "Prime Meats." Now none of the people were the problem. It was the couple that was sitting next to us.

It was an older guy who was in his fifties. My age. With a young girl who was about twenty five or so. She was wearing a very revealing silk top and her best jeans. He was a lawyer and she worked in his office. I didn't get if she was a young lawyer or a secretary. Anyhoo he was trying to impress her with his knowledge of the cuisine and his ability to order dishes off the menu. The owner came over to say hello. Of course then he turned and sat down at our table. But enough of that. This dude was working it. Giving her the benefit of his experience. She was eating it up. Along with the food. The only problem was she went to the bathroom after every course. I was pretty sure she was puking. So it was all in all pretty funny. I really didn't want to listen and tried really hard not to do so. The wife and I chatted away and talked to the owners and all of the waiters who all came over to say hello. We managed to not get to hear a lot of what was said. But what we hear was some stupid bullshit. Man what a joke. I hoped this douche argues better when he is court than when he is trying to impress some twat who he wants to get in the sack.

Jeez. I just wanted to enjoy my cocktail.

Well I ain't gonna pee in no cup!

Well I ain't gonna pee pee in no cup
Miss Nancy Reagan's gonna drink it up
Said yo Nancy, we just say no no no no no

Well go ahead and fire me from my job
 There's one little think you ain't gonna rob
 That's my freedom and my liberty
 Well I ain't gonna piss in no jar

Them evil peckerheads they gone too far
 I wouldn't pee in their mouths
 if they were dying of thirst

Yeah we gotta get rid of this evil curse
 I'm alive and I'm fighting this jive
 Everybody should go to Washington
 We can have ourselves a little fun

You know, they want our piss,
 I think we should give it to them
 Surround the White House with a urinary moat
 So Ronnie and Nancy will have to float on a boat

Get across the stinky, steaming yellow pee-pee sea,
oh You know Thomas Jefferson is going to be mighty pissed
When he finds out about this,
I said Come back from the dead,
Tom, sock 'em in the head

Why is everybody so afraid of drugs
 Man they afraid of what the drugs gonna do to us
 Well I ain't gonna pee pee in no cup
Miss Nancy Reagan's gonna drink it up 
Said yo Nancy, we just say no no no no no

Well go ahead and throw me in jail
 Ram hot spikes up my tail
 But you ain't gonna get a drop of no pee pee out of me
 I ain't gonna piss in no jar

You know Foghorn Leghorn wouldn't pee in no jar.
You know Patrick Henry didn't "Give me liberty or give me a urine sample" now did he?
Aw, we sure enough rockin' out, Skid. Huey Long wouldn't piss in no jar!
What's gonna be next, the doo doo police?

I know bullshit when I see it.

So on the last Terra Nova that we saw last night, Commander Taylor is out in the jungle alone when he is captured by the rebel leader Mira. They spar back and forth and he gets the upper hand and captures her. They are walking back and suddenly they are attacked by a pair of raptors. They flee because even with their advanced weapons it would be dicey thing to kill a couple of rampaging dinosaurs with a rifle and a pistol. The raptors chase them and the end up at the edge of a cliff near a waterfall. Of course. So they jump off to escape. They survive a two hundred foot drop but lose all their equipment. Right.

So what do they do? They are still being chased. They can't out run them. So they start making spears and bows and arrows and what not. Now they do dip the tips in oil or tar or something so they can light them. The dino's attack at night and of course they get them with the flaming spears and chase them away. Very believable. Not.

I mean seriously. How are you going to take this seriously when they can't stop them with modern weapons but can with a flint tipped spear? All the great special effects goes out the window. I know it is escaptist TV but I wish there was a modicum of believablity. But that is too much to ask these days.