Last night, SP and I continued our Frank Capra kick by re-screening the great 1936 classic Mr. Deeds Goes To Town. It was a perfect Capra film, with The Little Guy against the forces of corruption, adoring crowds, hats thrown in the air, and Jean Arthur, who likely got some exposure to a Hollywood legend, the profound penis of Gary Cooper. Comedy, romance, betrayal, it had it all. Fun fact: this movie was responsible for a now-common neologism, “to doodle.”

Uh, that’s a word we made up back home for people who make foolish designs on paper when they’re thinking: it’s called doodling. Almost everybody’s a doodler; did you ever see a scratchpad in a telephone booth? People draw the most idiotic pictures when they’re thinking. Uh, Dr. von Hallor here could probably think up a long name for it, because he doodles all the time.

And delightfully, the progressive millionaire gives away his own money instead of going after everyone else’s.

From what I can see, no matter what system of government we have, there will always be leaders and always be followers. It’s like the road out in front of my house. It’s on a steep hill. Every day I watch the cars climbing up. Some go lickety-split up that hill on high, some have to shift into second, and some sputter and shake and slip back to the bottom again. Same cars, same gasoline, yet some make it and some don’t. And I say the fellas who can make the hill on high should stop once in a while and help those who can’t. That’s all I’m trying to do with this money. Help the fellas who can’t make the hill on high.

This really is one of my favorite movies ever. It’s perfect. Much better than Jaws.

OK, I’ll leave movie criticism to the pros like our good Lt Fish, but I did want to plug something great. Oh, and pizza and wine because it was Saturday night.

Now that it’s Sunday morning, I’d best sober up and crank out some links, since no-one else is gonna do it.

 

I’m always amused, in a sick way, at the amount of power that the Left hands to the insanely tiny minority of losers in life who cling to actual racism to justify their own lack of achievement. One more example. In the meantime, they keep electing actual bigots and even give them high positions in the Team Blue power structure…

 

Another story where I hate everybody– the Trump administration, the Iranians, the idiots who go visit there and are shocked when they’re predictably imprisoned by a ruthless and dictatorial regime to be used as pawns.

 

As much disdain as I have for the Donald, the TDS crowd is even more contempt-worthy. But at least it all provides laughs and entertainment.

There’s no southern White House. This is a dog whistle. The whole south will rise BS. They lost. They have no WH. Before he called it the Winter WH. Now Southern? It’s all about making the racist south supporters believe that he’s with them. He knows it’s going down soon.

 

And in the Department of Nutpunch, brave men in blue, officer safety, procedures were followed, everyone got to go home safely. Except the poor kid who died, of course, but that’s just a civilian.

 

Ahhh, Starbucks, you never disappoint!

 

We always joke about common sense knife control. But I see a trend here…

 

EDIT: Breaking news, too good to miss!

 

Old Guy Music! For whatever reason, I fell into a drummer rabbit hole yesterday and started watching videos with all my favorites: Roy Haynes, Elvin Jones, Charlie Persip, Ed Thigpen… but the one that really captivated me was Gene Krupa. He had almost a melodic approach to drumming, and a barely controlled wild intensity that reminded me of the greatest rock drummer ever, Keith Moon. Feast your ears- and, by the way, Lionel Hampton shows again why no-one should ever bother trying to play vibes again since perfection has been reached.