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LIONEL PODCAST: The Most Despicable Election in American History

“News is what a chap who doesn’t care much about anything wants to read. And it’s only news until he’s read it. After that it’s dead.” Evelyn Waugh

America. The republic, usually misunderstood as a democracy. Where anyone with a pair of neurons and a functioning synapse can vote. Or not. We love the simple issue. Basic. Tissue thin and unidimensional. Trite and uncomplicated. The meme, the phrase. The ribbon, the hashtag the filter. The rote, the memorized, the patellar and Pavlovian. The rehearsed but never researched. Revisionist history and popular culture. Overarching themes. A country that confuses religious faith and piety with mythology and superstition. Uneducated, uncultured and uncouth. America loves to hate, its public and loud alleged aversion to hate notwithstanding. We love to hate the candidates, the networks, the talk radio loudmouths, the other side. We hate them, the opposition. We hate the Bible thumper and leftie loon. We hate the gun owner and gun advocate and gun fanatic. N.B. The fanatic. Translation: someone who expresses a belief or penchant for an idea or practice that we don’t understand or agree with. The other guy. Terrorist = the other guy. Impuissant and gutless leftie and liberal = the other guy. Right wing lunatic = the other guy.

Hillary and Trump are both candidates and code words and attack commands, signaling the recitation of the usual statements from the usual suspects. We delude ourselves into thinking that our debates are rational and comprehensive and fact-based and well-thought. It’s not so much that we have a position, it’s that we loathe and detest the proponents of the other side, the other position. America loves to coopt issues that redefine vagueness and make it an art form. One faction has taken as its own the fight against gun violence, as though anyone could possibly be in favor of it. Another faction wraps itself in the Constitutional without so much as a correspondence course in basic historical precepts and rudiments. Doesn’t mater, I seized the image first, it’s mine. Out of a republic with 319 million people we have as presumptive candidates two of the most vile, despicable and unworthy kakistocrats that central casting could have ever created if not hatched. We get what we deserve. And though our republic will endure and survive – after all, we came through the Franklin Pierce years relatively unscathed – prospering and advancing are another issue altogether. These are dark days for Americans but an absolute gold mine for those of us who make our living through political commentary and analysis.

An Open Letter to My Facebook Friends

Entitleist

I penned the following to the sincere yet deluded Facebook friends and I thought it’s an idea that should be shared with you, the less-deluded.

If you’re reading this you’re most probably of the belief that there’s a right and a wrong. A good and an evil. It’s Manichaean, apodictic. You’re certain. And you use the word crazy to dismiss those you disagree with. You cannot dissect pearls of truth from anyone you’ve thrown into the do not listen to pile. You’re pigheaded, closed-minded, historically ignorant and you’re only conversant with pop culture politics. You’ve no ideology or core belief. You’re an empty vessel who sports philosophy like the latest cosmetic suturing or blast of emotion-destroying toxin.

If you’re the Fox News type you want to bomb Iraq or Syria or anyplace you’re told houses ISIS, a group you’ve recently learned of but were unaware were beheading Christians. But ignorance is your middle name. You’re unaware that the US and the West and NATO trained them. But when it comes to saber rattling and your my dick’s bigger than yours blather you’re all in. Because you’re tough and right and Murican! You have a flag fetish, support troops in word only. You’re a walking bumper sticker. You’re an echo chamber who thinks the left wing hates freedom or whatever your latest memorized article of faith is.

If you’re the MSNBC type you’re an Obama acolyte. You possess a diluted support of a vacuous progressive agenda that no one has yet to decipher. You hate the right wing and that’s the extent of your ideology. You’ll decry Bush’s bombing a country but will swoon when your beloved Barry takes out a wedding party in Pakistan with a drone. You think the right are uneducated, uncultured Neanderthals.

In conclusion, you’re probably a great friend but l laugh at you behind your back because your politically nescient and organically clueless. Stick to sports or whatever you’re moderately familiar with because when it comes to how the world and country are run, you’re beyond pathetic.

But I love you. Discuss.

Did someone say left-right paradigm?

LIONEL PODCAST: Why Did Robin Williams Hang Himself?

The most stupid yet oft asked question of the day. Truly amazing if you think of it. Let me clear this up. NOBODY KNOWS! There was no note and even if there was, suicide is not susceptible to rational explication because by definition it’s a direct and unnatural violation of the instinct of self-preservation and that doesn’t mean crazy, America’s favorite word for anything we can’t understand, grasp or explain. Thought and destructive thought can be potentiated by alcohol, drugs, depression, mania and various lethal tinctures thereof. There’s no apodictic explanation. Nothing black and white. There’s a multiplicity of gray. Manichaean dualistic cosmology doesn’t exist. You can’t apportion right or wrong or the sinful or pure. Lose the numinous appraisal. Suicide is awful and horrible and those who must live in a home where a loved one died and stiffened and decomposed is inexplicable. Accept the complexity of it. Embrace it.

Depression is a quaint term for mental hijacking. It’s a misnomer. Imagine inertia, being stuck, no happiness, sourceless despair, fugacious moments of just normal. Anhedonia. Serotonin and dopamine askew. Vicissitudinal emotion. You’re a prisoner of your brain. And what word do we use? Depression. The term used when the Mets lose. Sad. Down in the dumps. That doesn’t even approximate the hell the clinically depressed experience.

Everything you think and feel is brought to you synaptically through a series of carbon-based neurotransmitters. Everything. And with that comes the concomitant concern that Big Pharma and its SSRIs and psychmed witches brew, admittedly a life savior to so many, may tamper with and tweak the critically sensitive balance of the mind. After all, why is there literature that warns against suicide in cases where people seek the very medication to stave off and prevent suicide? Can you say irony?

If you ever doubted Twitter, Monday night should have dispelled such. It was a nuclear blast of data. Plain and simple. And by the time the Ted Baxter sockpuppet media even cobbled together their first inane response of schmaltzy graphic or package, the world was already off and reading and reacting and digesting the loss. And that’s why, as Mubarak proved, Twitter will be the first to be shut down in the case of societal calamity and revolution. Gawd forbid.

The Mysterious Federal Reserve: As Federal As Federal Express

“It is well enough that people of the nation do not understand our banking and monetary system, for if they did, I believe there would be a revolution before tomorrow morning.” – Henry Ford

It’s a currency, banking bankster war. The issues? The USD, SDRs, fiat currency, petrodollars, the fal of the House of Saud, BRICS banks. That’s what it’s about. Can you believe this? How many in the Ted Baxter sockpuppet echo-chamber bumper sticker playbook media ever mentioned this?

While the world waits with baited breath on the Contrived Drama of the Debt Ceiling, the real show has already been played out,secretly and behind the scenes.

The first audit of the privately owned and foreign owned Federal Reserve by the GAO,has turned up $16 Trillion dollars of loans all over the world to prop up the global fiat empire. This massive money creation is over and above Hank Paulson’s $700 billion dollar heist of the American public. It is also in addition to QE1 and QE2 that resulted in an illusionary recovery of the economy.

All of this money printing has done nothing to create any economic growth and it never will. The scary part is that this was done with no oversight or accountability . [Source] The audit of the Fed’s emergency lending programs was scarcely reported by mainstream media – albeit the results are undoubtedly newsworthy.  It is the first audit of the Fed in United States history since its beginnings in 1913.  The findings verify that over $16 trillion was allocated to corporations and banks internationally, purportedly for “financial assistance” during and after the 2008 fiscal crisis. [Source]

And this mind-blower. I’ll never get over this. Just think about it. Imagine the enormity of the cash, shrink-wrapped on pallets.

The US flew nearly $12bn in shrink-wrapped $100 bills into Iraq, then distributed the cash with no proper control over who was receiving it and how it was being spent. The staggering scale of the biggest transfer of cash in the history of the Federal Reserve has been graphically laid bare by a US congressional committee. In the year after the invasion of Iraq in 2003 nearly 281 million notes, weighing 363 tonnes, were sent from New York to Baghdad for disbursement to Iraqi ministries and US contractors.

Using C-130 planes, the deliveries took place once or twice a month with the biggest of $2,401,600,000 on June 22 2004, six days before the handover. Details of the shipments have emerged in a memorandum prepared for the meeting of the House committee on oversight and government reform which is examining Iraqi reconstruction. Its chairman, Henry Waxman, a fierce critic of the war, said the way the cash had been handled was mind-boggling. “The numbers are so large that it doesn’t seem possible that they’re true. Who in their right mind would send 363 tonnes of cash into a war zone?”

The memorandum details the casual manner in which the US-led Coalition Provisional Authority disbursed the money, which came from Iraqi oil sales, surplus funds from the UN oil-for-food programme and seized Iraqi assets. “One CPA official described an environment awash in $100 bills,” the memorandum says. “One contractor received a $2m payment in a duffel bag stuffed with shrink-wrapped bundles of currency. Auditors discovered that the key to a vault was kept in an unsecured backpack. “They also found that $774,300 in cash had been stolen from one division’s vault.

Cash payments were made from the back of a pickup truck, and cash was stored in unguarded sacks in Iraqi ministry offices. One official was given $6.75m in cash, and was ordered to spend it in one week before the interim Iraqi government took control of Iraqi funds.” The minutes from a May 2004 CPA meeting reveal “a single disbursement of $500m in security funding labelled merely ‘TBD’, meaning ‘to be determined’.”

The memorandum concludes: “Many of the funds appear to have been lost to corruption and waste … thousands of ‘ghost employees’ were receiving pay cheques from Iraqi ministries under the CPA’s control. Some of the funds could have enriched both criminals and insurgents fighting the United States.” [Source]

The Brilliance of Sports Talk

It’s really quite simple. I’ve no interest in sports other than an almost anthropological fascination into man’s tribal behavior. It’s atavistic, primordial and laughable. Grown men and women giving a hoot as to a sports performer’s stats is beyond me. A grown man wearing a jersey with JETER emblazoned on the back. What, are you Jeter? No? Then why are you telling me you are? You’re 46 years-old and you think you’re someone else? You’re a baby. Or at least, you wear another man’s name on the back of a shirt. Does he wear your name on his shirt? I think not.

But it’s a free country. And it is what it is. But this isn’t about the idiocy of professional game watching, it’s about how sports analysts address what amounts to a game. They’re brilliant.

But the analysis is brilliant. In order to weigh in on a sports show you must understand the game, the rules and its history. If not, you’ll be summarily dismissed. You can’t claim mindless allegiance as a substitute for knowledge of the game and its mechanics.

Political talk has nothing to do with facts, history or knowledge. You speak from your heart and arse. When you dare to declaim something your government’s done, proponents of the administration party call you un-American. If you’re disgusted with the Mets management, you’re not called un-Mets. You’re called an astute observer of the game. And there’s no sports version of flag waving. Some dolt standing with a foam finger Number One and his face painted team colors is not given a pass if she knows nothing about the game or the rules.

Love Is A Mental Illness

Love is a battlefield. Love is also an OCD disease, albeit wonderful. It invades the heart and soul and preoccupies you initially and it can destroy and ruin lives. When potentiated by sex it can be even more disastrous. It’s killed more people, destroyed more lives, inspired more murder than any drug or chemical known. And it’s its lethality that draws us. It’s a force that’s fueled by cortical attraction. The brain centers of judgement and possession. Humans don’t have estrus or heat cycles, we’ve connections and associations. Primordial and atavistic booby traps that are triggered by cues and stimuli we can’t even imagine. It’s dangerous stuff.

Love transforms. I couldn’t imagine not being married to my wife and can’t remember life as being worth remembering before her. But it’s a functional, reciprocating love. It’s not mired in jealousy or distrust or steamer trunk emotional baggage. We’re also not kids. And therein lies a big problem. It’s believed that the human brain doesn’t stop growing until the age of 17. With that are the miles of neurons and synapses and microconnections, not to mention hormones, neurotransmitters and the immaculate voodoo of life. Love can potentiate a world of hurt to the already unsettled foundation that is normal mentation. So be very, very careful.

Fran Lebowitz perhaps said it best.

Romantic love is mental illness. But it’s a pleasurable one. It’s a drug. It distorts reality, and that’s the point of it. It would be impossible to fall in love with someone that you really saw.

The fog of love. That’s a fascinating concept. Someone you really saw. Something like the love is blind idea. The notion that you can’t see what’s in front on you. It’s camouflaged or occluded by love. The haze and fog of love. Almost like it’s an illusion

Marriage is the leading cause of divorce. Laugh all you want, Sparky, this is serious and not a joke. From Romeo and Juliet to Fatal Attraction to O.J. And Nicole to Adam and what’s her name, love destroys and devastates. It’s serious stuff.

And we love it. Now her comes the sermon.

The Thought Vigilantes Strike Again

“If you believe that your thoughts originate inside your brain, do you also believe that television shows are made inside your television set?” (Warren Ellis)

Well, now you’ve done it! This is Sean Bergin. For reasons that no one will ever know he decided at the end of his report to opine that the reason for crime is overlooked and ignored. To wit: “The underlying cause for all of this, of course: Young black men growing up without fathers,” he argued. “Unfortunately, no one in the news media has the courage to touch that subject.”

Causation. This is a critical issue for me. I’m a stickler when it comes to causation versus correlation. You can’t blend, merge and confuse the two. They’re absolutely different concepts. Marihuana doesn’t cause heroin addition but most addicts started out twisting a fatty. Italian-Americans comprise the LCN but most are not in the Mafia. You know the drill.

A swing and a miss. To be sure, the general subject of crime encompasses a host of contributory factors, but causal? That’s a tough one to prove so let’s get this out of the way. Fatherlessness doesn’t cause crime. Marriage doesn’t cause divorce.

The thoughts are anything but extreme. But you’ve invariably lived under a rock if you’ve never heard a number of African-American notables opine anent the destruction of many the urban family. Bill Cosby has railed against it as well as Alvin Poussaint, Thomas Sowell, Cornel West or Oprah (who discusses the very subject here), just to name a noble few. Now, ask yourself what would happened in the same point was advanced by Clarence Thomas, Thomas Sowell or Dr. Ben Carson, what would be the result? And whether the rule is that one must be a member of a particular demographic to weigh in on said demo, whether he must be credentialed and degreed or, in the case of news outlets, opinions other than what a beautiful day it is are eschewed — who knows? The point is that most probably out of the Pavlovian and patellar response to anyone suggesting a racial component to a societal concern, some corporate type said no way and decided to reel in Bergin whilst they assessed the problem, damage and exposure. That’s the corporate M.O. The drill, the game plan.

Correct or explain. Don’t apologize. Don’t expect a rational approach such as a correction versus an apology. That ain’t gonna happen because that today would take elephantine huevos, guts and a backbone. Why just just announce that the reporter misspoke if he in fact did or cite a study or acknowledged opinion indicating that you didn’t pull this hypothesis or theory out of your arse on the fly. And can you honestly tell me that suggesting that there are paternity permanency issues in the Black Community is far-fetched? Why must it be construed as racist? When population demos show higher rates of hypertension and diabetes, we nod respectfully. You can’t wear your epidemiology badge without singling out populations by region and demo. So, please, assuming arguendo that Bergin’s statements were true or based on some data, why is its mention a suspending or firing offense?

Thought vigilantes. Note that I don’t refer to the thought police. Police are somewhat more organized. Theoretically. No, the thought vigilante is the problem. The self-appointed neighborhood watch crowd who polices on their own. And please don’t tell me that corporations have the right to fire an employee. For Chrissakes, Sparky, we know. But we get off on it. It somehow at times makes some of use feel better. Superior. More sentient and with it and aware. Instead of the thought vigilante. Which they are.

Lionel Podcast: Mind Crack and Thought Candy

Me as I want. This is my podcast. There are none like it but this is mine. And it’s not free. Nothing’s free. But it will never be cancelled by impuissant corporate types or the rantings and ravings of the criminally stupid free speech scaredy cats and thought vigilantes. It’s without an F-bomb or expletive. It could play on any afternoon drive slot. As to cleanliness. But not to subject matter. You can’t say this. Or like this.

Build a better mousetrap. In this rendition I speak from the heart for 60.5 minutes. Straight. No break. No interruption. Free form, stream of heightened consciousness. Can you dig that? Can you handle that? No commercials, time checks, station ID. Nada. Hyper-personal. Directed.

Like yelling theater in a crowded fire. Take a good look. I’ve been podcasting for years and it’s truly nonpareil if find correctly. You’re going to see a lot more of this form. But it’ll never replace radio. Spoken word radio, I mean. (The most stupid phrase. Of course it’s spoken word. What? As opposed to written word?!) Music radio’s another story, but that’s not my bag. No, this will complement terrestrial or satellite.

You’re welcome. But don’t ever underestimate its power. Or its ubiquity.

Lionel Podcast & Video: Thought Vigilantes & Anthony Cumia

Prolegomenon. Since when does your taking offense enable and equip you with the ability to shut someone’s thoughts down? How does your categorization of my speech as offensive trump my right to say it in the first place? And better yet, why not opt out and merely change the channel, turn it off, unfollow, unfriend and just move along little dogie? Think (to use the negligence analog) the last clear chance doctrine. That, of course would make perfect sense. But wait, it gets better.

The gravamen. The issue is not whether a private corporation has the right to can the O&A moiety, Anthony Cumia, the issue is where’s our hardwired allergy to his censorship? Not to mention the loss of a rather lucrative livelihood that brought the company millions one would think. Where’s our patellar reflex, that Pavlovian obeisance to the notion of free speech and expression? A citizen’s been shut down for extraneous, extra-jusridictional and collateral statements. Doesn’t anyone notice? Or care? And this on the 238th birthday of the republic that ostensibly stands for the freedom of speech. I mean, that’s what the terrorists hate, right? Our freedom. That’s the issue, Sparky.

“I do declare, Miss Scarlett, I’ve been offended.” I’m getting the vapors. What shall I do? Try nothing. Read a book. And the point can’t be made enough or any clearer. Nothing will happen to you if someone says something that over the top rude, obnoxious and/or hateful. Repeat. Nothing will happen to you is someone utters something offensive.

My fellow lover of liberty, none other than Ricky Gervais said something that is just perfect.

I see offence as the collateral damage of free speech. I hate the thought of a person’s ideas being modified or even hushed up because someone somewhere might not like to hear them. Outside actually breaking the law or causing someone physical harm “hurting someone’s feelings” is almost impossible to objectively quantify.

Whither critical thinking? Listen to the discussions and you’ll hear dolt after Boeotioan state the issue as whether a private corporation can remove an employee. At the risk of sounding criminally redundant, you do realize that’s not the issue, don’t you? I’d expect nothing less from a corporate entity. Citizens United and Hobby Lobby notwithstanding, corporations aren’t people. People have feelings and on occasion guts. I’d be less than candid, however, if I didn’t express some surprise at a company that brags that it’s a safe haven from the play-it-safe and pabulum programing, free of FCC concerns. Amazing, truly ’tis.

The impuissant broadcast professional takes a pass on this one. And what a bunch of losers this crew’s turned out to be. So far, at least, let’s be fair. I mean there’s a chance they’ll come to the defense of freedom of expression, right? Ha! What are you smoking? They too have been so beaten down and acclimated and habituated to the notion of control that they just nod as the sheeple they are. Amazing, isn’t it? You’d think that folks whose very living relies and depends on unfettered speech would rail against a fellow broadcaster being clipped for something he said when not even broadcasting. You’d think after all of Howard Stern’s past problems he’d come to Ant’s defense sorta. Not out of friendship, mind you, but in the spirit of speech. I’ll tell you one thing. This would have never happened with Mel Karmazin at the helm. The man had elephantine huevos. And just imagine the reconstituted, left-over show remnant Opie &. Remember when a named member is jettisoned the name remains intact. Just ask “and the Pips” after Gladys booked it. What about that team? Not that you need more complication to the already stratified world of this issue but there are some very serious legal issues to weigh through. Those will be addressed instanter.

Thought vigilantes versus the police. Police denote government. Vigilantes emphasize the notion of the self-appointed, the Barney Fife types who feel that the authorities aren’t doing enough. They take it upon themselves to point out where others have transgressed. Imagine a more annoying and less lethal George Zimmerman. Church Lady meets Little Brother.

Being offended as a parlor game. Welcome to the United States of the Easily Offended. It’s who we’ve become. We actually get a kick out of it. Every day, teams of hypersensitive sentries pore over stories and Twitter and Facebook accounts hoping to catch something that can be viewed as offensive to soemeone. And all the while, no one can answer the question: So what if you’re offended? Better yet, just who was offended in the first place?

Let me get this straight. So, Anthony Cumia, who worked for this free speech monster, this medium that touted the irreverent and the censor-free, a subscription service that fellow artist Howard Stern joined after he long high-tailed it and escaped the censorious and ever-fining grip of the FCC, let me get this straight: SiriusXM fired Cumia . . . for what he wrote on his Twitter account?! Let’s just stop right there for a minute. Do you see anything so pathetically and obviously wrong with that? If you don’t you need remedial help in common sense. And as they say on QVC, but wait, there’s more. You have to actually go looking for this horrid Twitter account, allegedly flush with “racially charged” invectives. It doesn’t just fall into your lap, you must seek it out. Get this: In order to be offended! So, you have to pay for the subscription radio service that never broadcast his offensive bleating and you have to go and find the Twitter thread to be offended. That’s a lot of work, don’t you think?

I want my old country back.

Hobby Lobby: The Stupidest SCOTUS Case Until Their Next Stupid Case

Work with me on this one. Not so much the holding per se, but the idea that it was based on constitutional precepts and tenets: that is what we call in the legal biz bullshit. Give me a break, Sparky. If Hobby Lobby were a family owned, closely held corporation run by Muslims applying Sharia law in rejecting insurance plans that provided, say arguendo, medication containing gelatin capsules that were porcine based, you can bet your sweet bippy that the case would have never been heard because it never would have happened. It’s the fact that the participants are Christians. That’s the way it works. We see when Constitutional Neanderthals still suggest that prayer in school would be cool. Prayer? Any prayer? Wiccan? Zoroastrian? Pagan? Hare Krishna?

Don’t make me laugh. The same SCOTUS who punted in Newdowwith the Ninth Circuit crafting a brilliant decision only to have the Supremes grant cert and then bail on a standing issue?! Remember, they’re in for life. Period. Article III, baby. ‘Tis a bitch. Until, of course, it’s a decision you like and then all is forgiven.

Be not mistaken, my friends. This “religious freedom” question was based on the fact that the religion was accepted. Judeo-Christian, no sweat. Muslim, Hindu of atheist? Not a chance.

Focus, people. If this were a legislative matter, viz. if this decision were being considered a part of the Affordable Health Act or anything but a full-throated SCOTUS review, we’d probably have the same arguments. In fact, Ol’ Ruthie threw out some beauts. This infra says it all.

Would the exemption…extend to employers with religiously grounded objections to blood transfusions (Jehovah’s Witnesses); antidepressants (Scientologists); medications derived from pigs, including anesthesia, intravenous fluids, and pills coated with gelatin (certain Muslims, Jews, and Hindus); and vaccinations[?]…Not much help there for the lower courts bound by today’s decision.

And please refrain from the usual “You’re opening up a can of worms” argument or the equally valid slippery slope beaut. Only good cases open cans o’ worms and slippery slopes are reserved for cases you disagree with. Remember, you can also get a goo decision for specious reasonings. Look no further than Blackmun’s Roe v. Wade. I’m an ardent, full-tilt, drop dead pro-choicer, but that case was an abomination and an insult to logic and juridical precedent. Privacy?!

Oh, yes. Here’s some video to watch.