PresiDonald – my new idea for a novel

What if the government had as much to gain from his Presidency? Here is the start of an idea for a novel:

Two sets of fingers tap on desks in two completely different places. Two men in each room ponder their fates. “How do we fix this?”, both men ask at the same time. “Give me a minute,” their cooperatives both respond, “I think I have something…”

One of these men has been a property mogul for years. A paranoid, infantile man who, because of perceived wealth, never had to learn basic skills. His father made the money and he then capitalized on it. Now, under scrutiny of numerous lawsuits and government spyglass due to becoming so powerful and crafty, he needs protection. Not only for himself, but his family and money as well.

His counterpart in this scenario is a member of the government. His task has been to “relieve” that man of some of his power. But how? If taken away blatantly, there may be an uprising.
The co-conspirators both say at the same time:

“What about becoming the President of the United States?”


The lightbulbs began to crackle away. If he became President, the government could uncover all of this man’s assets and power and keep a reign on him. If President, he would receive government funding for security and make even more money.

Both have something to gain from this venture. Both are unaware of the other’s intentions.

Why Bitcoin Fluctuates So Much

The Bitcoin market fluctuates so much from day to day. Why?

Imagine if you had a large sum of money to play with. All you have to do is say something bad about banning Bitcoin, wait for the market to drop and then buy up quite a bit, wait a few days and sell it off for a huge, untraceable profit.

Downsizing 2017 Review and Epiphany

I read a one sentence synopsis of this movie, Downsizing (2017), and decided to watch it without knowing who was in it or seeing trailers for it. There are two parts to this review. After the movie thoughts and then after reading reviews from hillbillies on imdb.

First, though, let me reveal my epiphany. Art. Would you tell Van Gogh that he should have painted something different? Would you criticize Beethoven for his symphonies and tell him to change a note, or to dumb down his music into hip-hop beats? No. I am not sure if I have done this with movies I have reviewed on this site, so I will just state that moving forward, I have a new perspective on movies as a piece of artwork.

And say it with me… If a piece of art evokes love OR hate, it is true art. If it is forgettable, it has failed. So, saying that the director should have done something different, makes your EXPECTED EXPERIENCE is truly a hillbilly reaction. This is art, people. Love, hate or forget. Imdb is full of reviews from people who didn’t “get” it or who didn’t sit through it and pay attention. Maybe not enough explosion or fighting for them.

One person complained about a total of 10 seconds or less of penis shots from a medical standpoint. Hillbilly.

One person complained about an agenda of climate change, when it was said a couple of times that no one actually moved to leisureville because of that and that the moving of the colony was a cult. Hillbilly.

The rest were complaining about the director not sticking to other film types or they expected slapstick “honey I shrunk…” hillbilly-type entertainment.

So, now that is out of the way, on to the review.

The movie posed the question of whether you would completely change your body to live in a Utopia. Needless to say, Utopia is only Utopia for people who are happy at that moment. Things change, people are unpredictable, and for every person who has to have caviar served to them, there are numerous people who have to deliver that caviar. It makes society tick. Fishermen, delivery people, preparation chefs, wait staff, dishwashers, cleaners, utility workers… all provide that one plate of caviar. It is not Utopia for any of them. It’s life. For some, it’s merely survival.

The movie starts with a hum drum existence, with a dilemma posed by the mother of “Paul” (Matt Damon). Paraphrasing here: “They shouldn’t worry about the environment when I am in pain”. Everyone thinks their drama is the worst thing ever, and when told that at least you have X, it doesn’t make a difference. Paul is a caregiver. After his mother, he becomes the caregiver to his wife (Kristen Wiig).

To relieve their financial woes, they decide to shrink and live in the Utopia. Paul ends up alone in leisureville, and struggling to make ends meet. Lesson: Utopia is only Utopia when you are happy.

The journey shows him the chain of workers and the slums, which was unknown to him. In this area, he realizes that he doesn’t have it so bad and that even when you are in the worst scenario, you can still help people.

They visit the “holy land” and Paul gets sucked into a religious-type fever, and then comes to his senses.

The movie had unexpected turns, several storylines and morals, and was thought-provoking. Overall, I would say I liked it a lot for being unique (something most Americans don’t want), and won’t give stars anymore, as stars mean nothing except to the person reviewing.

My Weird New Year’s Eve And The Village People Fallout

As anyone who knows me knows, I am very political when it comes to music. I am all for free speech because it lays the cards on the table. You know who you are dealing with. Remember the Dixie Chicks? They said what they wanted to say and people stopped buying their music. So, there is a price to be paid for free speech. Prince became a Jehovah’s Witness and I stopped listening to his music. Whitney went off the deep end and that ended my respect. Mariah, well… when she left Tommy, she started making music that I didn’t like. And lastly, Boy George. I was a die hard fan of his and went a concert in the late 90s and he said during the concert, “Some people are here on an 80’s pilgrimage. Well, the 80’s are over! O-V-A-H over!” That ended my fandom. If you are ungrateful of the way you are even where you are, then you don’t deserve to be there.

Flash forward to New Year’s Eve.

I had seen an ad for Village People coming to a casino in South Florida, and thought, “That might be a good NYE.” I have loved their music for years, and if you have a keen eye, you can tell which one of them I liked the most. The original leatherman has passed away, his name was Glenn. I had dreams of carrying on his legacy. But that’s for my Japanese tour. Back to night.

The pictures flashing on the screen in the casino showed the original “Indian”/Native American, so when the first 5 guys came out and he wasn’t there, I was a bit sad. Then the lead singer came out. The motorcycle cop. He was a bit pudgy, which can be expected due to age.¬† So at this stage, I was quite sad that only one original member was there. The replacement leatherman was a good replacement, but had no rhythm, so I got a kick out of that. Here’s how the evening went:

I was expecting choreographed routines. I was expecting flags during “In The Navy”. I had to lower my expectations because I knew I was not going to enjoy the show if I didn’t. So, I just started enjoying the songs. I was actually surprised that the lead singer, Victor Willis, had the chops for the songs. He actually sounded like the original recordings. Here’s where it got weird. He was kind of “out of it”. Almost like he was sleepy. Walked back and forth across the stage with his head down and before every song, he proclaimed that he “wrote and recorded the original version of that” “on almost every song” he was the vocals and wrote that… I said to myself, “ok, we get it. You wrote the songs.” As a songwriter myself, I understand the need for credit where credit is due, but he was going a bit overboard. He also seemed like he didn’t really have a plan, as he kept asking the guys, “what should we do”?

His performance was akin that that of someone’s grandfather doing a karaoke routine. No matter what follows in this article, you and I have to respect the fact that he did write and record tunes that have withstood the test of time.

Now on to the next day.

I was chatting with someone and telling them the weird story and wanted to look up Village People on the web, so I could put my name in the hat if they needed a replacement for the leatherguy. The promo pictures had shown someone different for him, so I figured that they might need another one at some point.

I immediately ran across an article that changed my whole perception of the evening.

It appears that when disco was dying, Victor left the group to try to go in another direction. Ok, your loss. In 2012, supposedly, he sued to get royalties for the music. You wrote it, you should get royalties. I understand. Now here’s where it gets nasty. It seems like he decided to come back to the group this year. I am sure they welcomed him with open arms. (queue up the ominous music) The story states that he came back and “took over” the group. Uh oh. They have been performing without him for 38 years. So, I am sure¬† when he shows up, he tries to throw his weight around, and the current members start retaliating and leaving. He eventually got rid of everyone. He replaced them all. That explains no choreographed routines. That explains why he was the only original one on stage. That explains the constant “I wrote this”.

If I had known of this, I would have not gone to this show. I am torn between what’s right from both sides. I am sure the bitter lawsuit brought this on, and I am sure the 38 years of keeping the name alive was blood sweat and tears, so I can see this from both sides. I really hope they work this out. I am glad I went to see a bit of our history, but am sad that now every song reminds me of this horrible golden girls drama. I won’t be listening to any of their music because of this. Another one bites the dust.

Gordon Ramsay & Anthony Bourdain – Which Is The Bigger A-Hole?

I was speaking with a chef the other day and we were discussing food, of course, and I mentioned Anthony Bourdain’s book about Typhoid Mary. I stated that the book was actually quite interesting, as it poses that Typhoid Mary was not a malicious person, but rather that she was too proud of a cook to admit that she was killing people. Yes, simplified in one sentence, that sounds weird. However, he does make a good point.

At some point, I mentioned that Bourdain was an asshole. The chef asked why I thought that. I had seen maybe one or two shows of his, and read some back Continue reading ‘Gordon Ramsay & Anthony Bourdain – Which Is The Bigger A-Hole?’ »

Boy George & Riz Ahmed/Riz MC – The Same Person?

I got in my car the other day and NPR was on, as usual, and to my surprise, Boy George was being interviewed. I would recognize that voice anywhere. There were mentions of the 80s and DJing, but everything mentioned had a political jaunt to it. They talked about his rapping of a song called “9/11 Blues” and I was confused.
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Why I have started clicking on every ad

I have decided to click on every ad I can. For years, I have dutifully tried not to click on ads because they pay for clicks. Recently, though, I accidentally clicked on some clickbait and was pissed off about it, so to make them pay for their crap, I started clicking on clickbait on purpose. (And quickly closing the window, so I wasn’t tempted to read their “story”)

Here’s the flip side to this: it made me realize that I could actually support people’s real efforts by doing the same thing in non-clickbait articles or sites. I will take the extra second to click on an ad in an article I like to support the writer or creator. Genius!

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