POOKIE FOR PRESIDENT:
Please see the blog: http://papajoestales.wordpress.com/
“I do think we need a president named Pookie. It’s time.”
by dougymi on Sun Jul 17, 2011 at 09:18:51 PM PDT
a. The King of Thailand was born in Boston Massachusetts and is an American citizen. He also a prolific inventor with many patents in his name and an accomplished jazz musician and composer.
TODAY’S NEWS FROM THAILAND:
1. No sooner than one day after my musing that a reason for the Thai Military’s quiescence in face of Thaksin’s election victory was a possible deal struck between him and the military to keep his hands off their prerogatives, a report from Thaksin’s retreat in from Abu Dhabi seems to confirm it. According to the Bangkok Post, Taksin is claimed to have stated that he has no wish to change the military’s current command structure. Further, it has been disclosed that he has dropped plans to choose military appointments from his preferred military class year.
2. Also in the Bangkok Post today there was an account of a PHD and his MA wife, somewhere in China, who after being married for three years, went to see a doctor to find out why the wife had not yet become pregnant. It seems that, although they had been sleeping in the same bed, kissing and hugging since they were married, they were unaware of the mechanics of sex and its role in procreation. According to the doctor, apparently they had been too busy studying to learn about the birds and the bees.
I don’t believe it , do you?
POOKIE’S ADVENTURES IN THAILAND:
1. Two nights ago, my computer lost the ability to call up saved T&T posts prior to November 22, 2010. Thinking that I should be able to fix it myself from the incomprehensible directions in the Help menu, I watched, horrified, as my attempts caused all reference to any saved mail to disappear also. My panicked attempt to correct that subsequent disaster resulted in a mail folder that not only was empty of all saved mail but would freeze up the application whenever I attempted any additional action whatsoever. I closed everything down and fell into a troubled sleep believing that life as I know it had ended. In the morning when I re-opened my computer, I found that over night for some reason known only to itself, it had generated a second mail icon that contained the T&T folder with saved emails after September 22. The other icon still freezes everything up when I try to use it.
Although I thought I had backed everything up in my hard drive, I discovered for some reason, whatever may have been saved has been locked up in file vault which I cannot open.
All this explanation is by way of a request for anyone who for any reason has any of my T&T’ posts prior to that September date to please send them to me.
2. Following that little adventure, I went off to see the newest Harry Potter movie in IMAX 3d. I liked it. The little masseuse had never seen a 3d movie before and described it as making things come closer with the glasses on. She also wondered why I chose to sit so close to the screen (third row).
3. Last night, I went to dinner with my friend Cordt and several of his friends. Everyone in our party had either lived in San Francisco at one time or does so now. One of the guests was a musician and a composer currently attempting to put some poetry by Charles Bukowski to music. The restaurant located on Soi 31 featured an enjoyable floor show with a Thai band playing electrified traditional instruments, singers and dancers and what passes for Thai comedy acts. The food was native Laotian. During the meal it rained a lot in a classical tropical downpour.
4. As could be expected, I no sooner settled down to a semblance of domestic comfort when, after a silence of six months or so, a prior more than casual acquaintance contacted me promising that all would be forgiven if only I would do one simple but necessary thing. Since what She offered in exchange was something I have limited ability to take advantage of, I declined. So she asked instead that the next time I travel to the US, I purchase for her in the duty free shop, a bottle of DKNY’s new scent contained in an apple shaped bottle.
This made me think about scents. Has anyone ever felt an overwhelming urge for sex when one smells apple blossoms or in the case of men, the scent of a spice bazaar? If as science tells us sexual urges are increased by the scent of natural pheromones why cover them up unless to magnify the desirability of other commercial enhancements, like makeup, clothing and cosmetic surgery? Our predecessors living in caves, who from all accounts were a pretty randy, evil smelling bunch seemed not to need to smell a field of flowers to fall into sexual frenzy. Maybe perfume in reality is actually a form of birth control. Does the Church know about this? There was a time they thought bathing was as evil as sex (Although sex always was ok for priests, even for them bathing was a bit much. As that great stinker Saint Jerome advised, “He who has bathed in Christ, does not need a second bath.”)
PAPA JOES TALES AND FABLES:
JOEY’S MYSTERY NOVEL:
Big Flo, like many real estate developers, in spite of the weight of evidence to the contrary, displayed unshakable confidence in his personal responsibility for his own success.
After a spectacularly successful career selling virtually worthless vacation lots to the gullible with the tried and true claim that, “God ain’t making any more land like this,” he decided that he was good enough to eliminate the middle man and keep all the money for himself. So lacking any experience in development especially in urban areas, but brimming with confidence in himself, he optioned several choice development parcels in downtown San Francisco, just about the same time as a periodic collapse of the real estate market occurred.
But thanks to his golden tongue and blinding self-confidence, he was able to off-load his portfolio, without losing too much, to several real-estate investment groups owned by Doctors who knew even less than Flo about development. Flo then began building large spec. homes on new subdivisions in and around Danville California and developed a few small subdivision himself and made a lot of money which he used in part to buy and renovate the building on Steuart Street now known as the McWerter Building, build a 20,000 square foot mansion in one of the high priced subdivisions near Danville, acquire a trophy wife and a Ferrari. He had just sold the last lot in his most recent subdivision when another Real Estate bust hit again. This time he escaped unscathed and of course attributed it to his own immense abilities and the smiling benevolence of the gods of fortune that he was convinced had a soft spot in their heart for “Big Flo”.
During the early part of the first decade of the 21st Century when it seemed like even an unreformed drunk in the gutter could make a fortune in real estate, something happened. Big Flo got jealous. He got jealous at those bankers and financiers on Wall Street who made even more money than he ever dreamed of. He admired these masters of the universe and believed down to the soles of his alligator skinned cowboy boots that they were some of the smartest people who had ever lived. He wanted more than anything to become one of them or even to be able to hang out with them, but alas he never finished college and certainly did not have a degree in finance from some eastern university or at least Stanford. No, he only completed three years at the University of Santa Clara.
That’s when he met Damon Morley who explained to him that there was real money to be made in government military outsourcing, one only had to belong to the right organizations and associations of insiders. That was when he first heard about the Brotherhood.
a. Eponymous laws:
Poe’s law (religious fundamentalism) — “Without a winking smiley or other blatant display of humor, it is impossible to create a parody of fundamentalism that someone won’t mistake for the real thing.”named after Nathan Poe who formulated it on christianforums.com in 2005. Although it originally referred to creationism, the scope later widened to religious fundamentalism.
What a shame, here I thought it applied only to the current candidates for the Republican nomination for President. Sort of takes all the fun out of it.
b. Trenz Pruca’s Aphorisms, Apothegms, Epigrams and Maxims ( http:/trenzpruca.wordpress.com/):
It is interesting to note how much easier it is today for a government to abandon its promises to its people but not to its creditors.
c. Testosterone Chronicles:
Testosterone levels change after a wins or a loss. Researchers found that those changes could then predict what a loser would do next. Losers who after competing, had increased levels of testosterone, were more likely to compete again. But those who lost a competition, and had testosterone levels decrease, were less likely to compete again.
Doesn’t this seem a bit obvious to you?
“Every gun that is made, every warship launched, every rocket fired signifies, in the final sense, a theft from those who hunger and are not fed, those who are cold and are not clothed.
This world in arms is not spending money alone.
It is spending the sweat of its laborers, the genius of its scientists, the hopes of its children.
The cost of one modern heavy bomber is this: a modern brick school in more than 30 cities.
It is two electric power plants, each serving a town of 60,000 population. It is two fine, fully equipped hospitals.
It is some fifty miles of concrete pavement.
We pay for a single fighter plane with a half million bushels of wheat.
We pay for a single destroyer with new homes that could have housed more than 8,000 people.”
The Chance for Peace
by Dwight D. Eisenhower
April 16, 1953
“Sixty-eight percent of Republicans don’t believe in evolution. On the other hand, only five percent of monkeys believe in Republicans.”