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Thursday, December 8, 2016

Hand D

That is Shakespeare's handwriting -- a manuscript page of Sir Thomas More, a probably-Elizabethan play  published only centuries later.  Politics.  There's much to say about all this, but, well, not here and now.  What is undeniable is that Shakespeare was a horrifically bad speller.  No insult there -- orthography was fluid in his day.  But even within a few lines of each other, "sheriff" is spelled five different ways, sometimes capitalized, and sometimes  More is spelled More, or Moo, or Moor, or Moore.

This sort of explains how he could have spelled his own name, in its six known examples, six different ways -- three of them in the same document, his Last Will.  Thus, Willm Shakp, William Shaksper, and Wm Shakspe; and  William Shakspere, Willm Shakspere, and William Shakspeare. At least  he knew how to spell 'William.'  You'll hear the Oxfordians sneer at this.  But, abbreviations are not misspellings, so we can discount Shakp --  and just trailing off,  Shakspe, is my own habit -- Ja... Ha... instead of Jack Haytch, my true and full name.  And Shakspere is spelled the same way twice.  So, uh, there's a point there, that proves my point, whatever it is.

I too have been a horrific spellor, and remain a not-very-good one.  (Spellchecker is a fantastic heuristic aid. I still miss sometimes on occurred, and consider.  Hey, got both of them right, first try.  Um, decision.  Yep, that one too!)  Likewise with handwriting.  My own is functionally illegible, even to me, all too often.  Needs to be remembered, as much as deciphered.  It's a bother.  As for Shakespeare's example, above, what a nightmare.  Here follows the text.

MORE: Nay, certainly you are;
For to the king God hath his office lent
Of dread, of justice, power and command,
Hath bid him rule, and willed you to obey;
And, to add ampler majesty to this,          5

He hath not only lent the king his figure,
His throne and sword, but given him his own name,
Calls him a god on earth. What do you, then,
Rising ’gainst him that God himself installs,
But rise against God? What do you to your souls          10

In doing this? O, desperate as you are,
Wash your foul minds with tears, and those same hands,
That you like rebels lift against the peace,
Lift up for peace, and your unreverent knees,      
Make them your feet to kneel to be forgiven!          15

Tell me but this. What rebel captain,
As mutinies are incident, by his name          19
Can still the rout? Who will obey a traitor?          20

Or how can well that proclamation sound,
When there is no addition but a rebel                     
To qualify a rebel?   You’ll put down strangers,
Kill them, cut their throats, possess their houses,                   
And lead the majesty of law in line,          25

To slip him like a hound. Say now the king
(As he is clement, if th’ offender mourn)                          
Should so much come to short of your great trespass
As but to banish you, whether would you go?
What country, by the nature of your error,          30

Should give you harbor? Go you to France or Flanders,
To any German province, to Spain or Portugal,            
Nay, any where that not adheres to England,—
Why, you must needs be strangers. Would you be pleased
To find a nation of such barbarous temper,          35

That, breaking out in hideous violence,
Would not afford you an abode on earth,                         
Whet their detested knives against your throats,
Spurn you like dogs, and like as if that God
Owed not nor made not you, nor that the claimants          40

Were not all appropriate to your comforts,
But chartered unto them, what would you think  
To be thus used? This is the strangers’ case;
And this your mountanish inhumanity.          44

The  link is Sir Ian bringing life to the matter.

In any case, how, how, how could anyone read the manuscript, the holograph?  Here's a start:
What I have labled lines 42, 43 and 44.  Here's the decipherment:

but chartered unto them, what would you think 
to be thus used, this is the strangers case.
and this your mountanish inhumanity 

 I recognize a w, and an o.   And his commas are really nice.  The three crossed-out lines -- 16, 17 and 18 -- are resolved by editors into "Tell me but this. What rebel captain,".  Punctuation and capitalization are almost entirely from the editors.

So many lessons here.  About opinions and dogmas and evidence and humility and meaning. I mean lessons in the handwriting and trying to read it.  As for the meaning of the speach, yeah, I suppose that's good too.

I'm thinking of writing The Autobiography of God.  If you have bothered to look at my Jesus as Human Being, you'll have an idea.  If you bothered.  But The Kardashians! is on, so there's that, if they're still a thing.  Is Huny Bubu still a thing?


J

Sunday, December 4, 2016

Openly-Straight White Males


In a long boring rote exercise in lefty double-think,  New Yorker contributor David Remnick hacks out a hagiographic apologia for the abysmal Obamination.  Long and boring, yet, paradoxically, a most amazing acrobatic display of submental ratiocination.  Propend:
As recently as early 2015, the Obama Administration had been in a funk. He had underestimated ISIS; Putin had annexed Crimea; Syria was a catastrophe. His relations with the Repuicans [sic] in Congress, especially since the crushing 2014 midterms, were at an impasse. Then, in a single week in June, 2015: the Supreme Court ended years of legal assaults on Obamacare; the Court ruled in favor of marriage equality; and, at a funeral following the murder of nine congregants at a black church in Charleston, Obama gave a speech that captivated much of the country. Rather than focus on the race war that the killer had hoped to incite, he spoke of the “reservoir of goodness” in the living and the dead and ended by singing 'Amazing Grace.'
There it is.  That's it.  Primarily, a record of utterly catastrophic failures in substantive  issues under his purview, but, contrariwise, two Lefty Court rulings (whereby the assaults and the anti-equality were ended), plus a speechification that culminated in Obama singing "Amazing Grace".  Ah!  Redeemed and vindicated!  The years the locusts have eaten were restored.  Putin, captivated, withdrew from ... where ever, ISIS converted to Judaism, and Syria has applied to become a territory of the United States.  Isn't it grand, what a speech and song can accomplish.  Can Trump carry a tune?  I sure does hope so.

All right, I'll admit it -- I didn't read the whole thing.  Did you?  You do it, and tell me if I missed anything.  Well, of course I missed some things.   Any time at all that you avoid an experience, you miss it.  Lessons may be found in any situation at all. I'm surprised you didn't know that already.  You should read more, or go for a walk or something.  Experience life -- live it, don't just twitter your life away.  Honestly.

But all this is but an example of a lesson already learned.  Lies lies lies lies lies.  I've taken again to reading the news -- primarily via RealClearPolitics.  A fair and balanced survey of reputable or influential writings, left and right.  Just the headlines say enough.  'Democrats Need to Focus on the Gut, Not the Head' (Fareed Zakaria, Washington Post);  'The 2016 Election Is a Disaster Without a Moral' (Jonathan Chait, New York Magazine);  'Seduced and Betrayed by Donald Trump'  (Paul Krugman, New York Times); 'Trumped-Up, Trickle-Down Outrage' (Roger Kimball, The New Criterion).  Take a look for yourself.  They've learned nothing at all.  Cliched attacks and unthoughtful justifications.  The usual suspects.

But I empathize, after my way.  It's difficult to lose what you value.  The Lefties seem to have, perhaps, lost the next four years.  Tell me about it.  What comes after Gay Marriage? -- what's next on the list?  Something mandatory, no doubt.  A chip implant in wrist or forehead?  I haven't heard of any plans, but these things happen fast.  I can't think how, but it would in some way increase equality andor social justice?  We could track polluters and carbon criminals.  (So I could think of how!)  And hate criminals would be exterminated -- we could eradicate the offense offenders.  And it would be good to know where all those openly-straight white males are.  The term, 'Reeducation Camp', has such a possitive ring to it.


J

Friday, December 2, 2016

Gen James Mattis

It is astounding and inexplicable that a nation as unworthy as America should find its secular savior in Donald Trump.  It is not yet proven to be so.  But it could be, might, may be.  Yes, it may be -- it is allowed.

The evidence is not in graceful displays of media savvy, such as a ballyhooed  deal with some AC manufacturer.  A mere 1000 jobs?  Come now.  Picayune.  Why, there are billions of humans on the Planet.  He'd need more than 800 such meager and statistically meaningless coups to match Obama's record, of 17 trillion jobs created in these 59 (fifty-nine) north american states.  True, granted, admitted, it's the beginning of a start of sorts.  But Bush lied.

 Better and truer evidence is in the stellar selection of Mad Dog Mattis to be Secretary of War.  The Heavenly Chorus rejoices!  What.  A.  Man.  He is a rainbow in the sky.  My heart leaps up.  A tingle runs up my soul.  Have your spellchecker learn that name.

Says Stanton Coerr of his first meeting with then-Colonel Mattis, as a newly-minted Marine captain:
He stood to greet me, and offered to get coffee for me. He put a hand on my shoulder; gave me, over my protestations, his own seat behind his desk; and pulled up a chair to the side. He actually took his phone off the hook—something I had thought was just a figure of speech—closed his office door, and spent more than an hour knee-to-knee with me.
This was not a photo op, not about optics or 'sending a message'.  Not a "red-line", not an "I don't bluff".  When I grow up I want to be a man who met a man like this.  What this is, is an example of a very busy man who understands that by investing honest courtesy, extraordinary graciousness, in an initial meeting with a subordinate, he buys and earns the potential for undying and selfless loyalty.  By taking this time, he gives himself the ability to deligate.  His officers will work immeasurably harder, with diligence.   He inspires a yearning in a young man's heart to be worthy of the esteem of his superior.  He ensures that it is not the uniform, but its wearer who is saluted.

Day after day, for years and decades, James Mattis has honed and polished his character so that every honorable man whom he has met will repay such courtesy with the loyalty that is the highest virtue of righteous fighting men.  When Lincoln spoke of consecration by the full measure of devotion -- this is the conduct and character that merits such devotion.

The story is told that after his retirement in 2013, Gen Mattis took a road trip.  He visited all the Gold Star families of the fallen Marines who had served under his command.  He did so alone.  He took pains to avoid all publicity.  That is everything that truly needs to be said, of the character of this man.

There are always such men.  So very rarely are they raised to the truest heights of their ability and worth.  If this be a sign of our future, then, indeed, God has blessed America, and we are mantled in grace.

I had not thought I could any longer weep for the beauty of this nation.

Thank you, Donald Trump.


J

Friday, November 18, 2016

Not My President

Not my country.  Not my concern.

Not my responsibility.

My planet, my environment, my diversity, my emotions, my hysteria, my student debt.

Not my bigotry, my cowardice, my fear, my hypocrisy.  Not my intolerance for intolerance.

Duty?  What's that?  Doody.  That's a funny word.  Poopie.  Hee hee.

Never fracking.  Never plastic bags.  Never Trump.

Not my gender.  Not my masculinity.  Not my penis, large, medium or small -- not whatever standard of preference applies to vaginas.  Not my chest, my breasts. Not my womb.  Not my fetus.  My anus.  My nipples.

Not up or down, yes or no, right or wrong.

No no no no no.

Me.  Only me. Mine.  Me.  Me.


J

Thursday, November 17, 2016

Two Problems

By a margin of less than 1% we faced a world without an America.  I'm not sure -- did we dodge a neutrino, or an asteroid.  "Bullet" just doesn't say it.  Now, that fraction of a percent was in the wrong direction -- toward annihilation.  Not the majority of Americans, or of eligible voters, or illegal voters -- but of registered voters who voted ... plus illegal votes, fraud etc.  'Democracy' almost committed suicide.  So, once again, we can thank the Founding Fathers.

Lefties won't see it that way, but that's because the blind cannot see.  See?  The cry, the whine peeps out, direct election.  Win the plurality of the national vote and the office goes to that person.  Someone pointed out that, by such logic, since 3 million more Congressional  votes were cast nationally for Republicans, then all the seats should go to Republicans.  Direct popular national election.  It's a fair comparison.  Of course, it is local districts only that select their representative, and it is states only that cast deciding votes for the presidency.  Individuals vote for Congress, States vote for the President.  Electoral College.  Which just saved America.

I did not expect it.  I had two major problems with Trump.  First, I did not think he was electable.  I am deeply grateful that I was so very wrong (thanks to the Electoral College).  I did not see the complete corruption of the media -- how thoroughly biased and dishonest it was.  Yeah, sure, I knew.  But I didn't.  Lesson learned?  Never never never never ever never ever ever believe them.  They lie lie lie.  There is no news coverage.  It is all a means to an end.

Propaganda only.  It's just hard to comprehend the breadth and depth of it.  Most of it isn't conspiracy.  It's just that they have taken control of those particular controls. It's not that I believed.  But I was prepared to despair.  It was very difficult to contemplate, the death of America.  Like the extinction of the last, great, gigantic sauropod -- or, to avoid the implication of obsolescence, the last, uh, blue whale.  Something huge and grand and noble.  Senselessly shot down dead by the Bluestate Bwanas of the Pink Instrumentality.  America?  Fuck it.  It was difficult.

They did a good job.  Superb.  Created the ideal hothouse to nurse this fainting-couch generation -- coddled and curdled, programmed to succumb either to the vapors or to conniption fits.  Retrograde, then, we go, back to a protoscientific age, Steam-hipsters,  the New Victorians, deeply bigoted idealists, bearing not the White Man's burden, but the Brown/Black/Rainbow Gay ... not so much Yellow ... Man's and Woman's and Transgender's Burden.  No, sorry, I got the order wrong -- start with Transgender, and leave out Man.  I had not thought we could have a cohort more loathsome, more morally derelict  than my own, the Boomers.

I kid, because I love.

My other problem with Trump was the hucksterism -- lowest common denominator, snake-oil salesman just as enthusiastic but less polished than Obama with his announcement of the very moment the rise of the seas began to slow.  Oh, by the way, that moment was in the balmy Denver evening of June 4, 2008.  Obama was chanting to the young, inexperienced, callow of judgment -- idealistic and unpracticed as to the ways of the real world and any actual disappointment re hard work and experience.  So they get a pass, those emoting kids -- a pass for Term One.  Term Two however is without excuse, and they will bear the personal guilt of it as I will never have to deal with the consequences of my own long-ago vote for Dukakis.  We are allowed one and only one aberration into emotional voting (I just did not like the broken 'read my lips no new taxes' promise ... or maybe it was the switch on "Voodoo economics" -- anyways, I'm more pragmatic now).

Trump got it right though.  Americans want stupid.  Stupid Obama promises about the end of racism, and stupid Trump promises about a wall ... etc.  But I can fall back on my old observation, that Americans are stupid because human beings are stupid.   Indeed, there was a point, in my mourning, when I understood as never before the Left's eagerness to denounce America.  Now I too could denounce it.  To elect Hillary?  Dumbfounding.

But we dodged our destiny.  Somehow, God has not allowed us to hand ourselves over to perdition.  Yet.  Yet.

And now I think Trump is done with the disgrace of campaigning.  He is still the apparently thin-skinned tweeter, but this is not substantive.  I am deeply pleased with the talk re his Cabinet.  I would love to see Giuliani and Gingrich and Bolton, etc in power.  Manifestly competent, and I'm past the need for purity. Perhaps Larry Arnn is considered as Sec of Education.  Amazing.

I feel no homoerotic tingle up my leg, as did the Left for Obama.  The post-election Trump so far as I have seen is dignified, serious, and thereby admirable.  Let it be so.

There's quite a bit more I have to say, and if I don't say it now I never may, but we'll just have to see.  I consider myself free of all ethical claims by the world upon myself.  I will do as I please, and you will celebrate my diversity.

Stupid.


J

Tuesday, November 15, 2016

Lessons from Etymology

Character is reflected in the words we use.  This is obvious.  More can be made of it than need be there, but this too is obvious.  Indeed, what is not obvious?  If we shunned speaking the obvious, we'd say hardly anything at all.  Obviously.  "Obvious", from the Latin ob, 'against,' and viam, accusative of via, 'road'.  Something that's right in front of you, almost an obstacle -- or a guide post ... let's not be negative.

So, if we, 'we,' are "deplorable," what are they?  Their, her, but their, choice of invective is a mirror not a camera -- disregarding the selfieism of our, your current culture, where cameras are so often about the beholder.  What then do they say about themselves when they call us 'deplorable'?  Latin: de, and plorare, 'to weep, bewail, lament, cry'.  I do not think that they will mourn for us.  So the weeping must be of the more infantile sort.  Cry baby.

How very, very apt.

And I was thinking, what then are they?  What single word describes them? -- character, conduct ... understanding what that word-choice will say about me.  'Contempt' is so emotional.  'Disrespect' is on the nose.  I feel deep disrespect for them -- not the absence of respect, but the active presence of the opposite of respect.  So disrespect isn't quiet the word after all, being somewhat tautological. And the opposite of respect is, yes, 'contempt'.  Latin: com (intensifier), and temnere,  'to despise, scorn.'  'Scorn', proto-Germanic: skarnjan, 'to mock, ridicule'.  'Despise', Latin: de, 'down,' and specere, 'to look at' -- so, to look down upon, as in judgment -- as an adult observing an ill-mannered child, or an utterly undignified adult.

Yes, I think that says it well.  It reveals me as I wish to be seen, a charming selfie, in this specific instance, of observing and categorizing a subspecies of organism and its concomitant behaviors.  No, not Millennials -- not only ... that was just a little joke of mine.  I haven't seen a breakdown of the stats, but it would be impossible for me to believe that the loathsome Baby Boomers all of a sudden grew a brain. Etc.

Liberals have a different brain-structure.  That overstates the case, but there are identifiable differences, useful as statistical predictors.  We need not be slaves to our genetics or circumstances, so here is found no true explanation.   More likely is the obvious fact that maturity takes time.  Wisdom ripens, as decadence rots.

I choose to view the next four years as an opportunity for children of all ages to grow up, to become wise to the level of their years, if not beyond.  The past eight years have not taught me optimism.  But I am hopeful, again.

'Hope', Old English: a word of unknown origin.


J

Saturday, November 12, 2016

How to Spell Obama-ism, and Today's Vocabulary Word, and Why I Am Deplorable

The rule is, when the noun ends in a vowel, that vowel is dropped and replaced with 'ism'.  Thus, Nazi-ism becomes Nazism.  Hence,  Obamism.

I am deplorable because that's what I was called.  Well, no, not ME, in that I was not a Trump supporter.  But what is forevermore to be understood by the term is its reference to non-Hillary supporters -- and by extension, to all non-progressives.  Thus, we are deplorable, and I, too.

All this amazing non-catastrophe is encouraging.  The, no, not protesters -- the tantrummers  blocking freeways and rioting and looting -- it would be so nice if we had law enforcement.  They don't need to be killed, or beaten, or gassed.  They need to be arrested and fined or, in some cases, imprisoned. Is that not reasonable?  I live in the wild wilding  New West, where outlaws roam free and there are no boarders, only frontiers,  so I speak as a mere theoretician, in this analogy, a scolding schoolmarm.  Sad fool that I am, to think a marm could trump the nanny state.  Nanny can call names, and it's not hate speech.  In this era, nannies hate free speech.

So, children, today's vocabulary word is:

Tantrump (v): 1. to violently deplore representational democracy; 2. to impose one's emotional upset upon society as a whole; 3. to selflessly protest against the hatred and bigottry of racist Amerikkka.  "That fool be tantrumping all over yo ass!"  "Hey, Ashton, me and Breah are  gonna get 'HRC' tats on our areolas, and you can get your Prince Albert disinfected ... then we'll tantrump against the fascists!" "Meet in 20 at Walmart --  flash tantrump!"

Sometimes it's necessary to start the education process all over again.


J

Friday, November 11, 2016

Where's a Haymarket Massacre When You Need One?

Well, for the first time in, oh, ever, I did more than just a snipe on facebook.  But nothing to speak of.  A little meaningless sarcasm re weeping and rioting lefties.  It's like hell hath reduced its borders.  It's like we've passed through the Valley of the Shadow of Death.  No, not into the Promised Land.  Into the Wilderness.  But we had clear choices, between placing ourselves under the power of the looting hysterics, a known known, or taking a chance on a gamble.  Russian roulette with six chambers full, or some lesser number.  The choice is not good, but it's clear.

Trump is not a conservative, or a Republican.  So what precisely are the lefties panicking about?  Well, he's white, so that's bad.  And a non-female, so that's also bad.  Reasons enough for hatred and despair.  A non-minority president is politically incorrect.  Cuz I'm sure only half-white is a minority, and I'm sure that female is a minority, although not numerically.  But what after all do words mean, really.  They mean whatever we want them to mean.  Humpty Dumpty for President!  Hillary Dumpty?  Donald Dumpty?  Make it work.

Trump throughout his life seems to have been a pragmatic centrist Democrat.  A rare bird.  Because of the trauma of the past few centuries of the interminable Obama terms, all our idealism and expectations have been honed down to the sharp point of practicalities.  We are willing to compromise.   No more need for messiahs.  The One quickly revealed himself to be the Zero.  I will now be grateful for an Oval Office caretaker who is not actively against America.  What a relief.

Trump did a cynical evaluation, and saw his path clear on the right rather than the left, and  that's what he opted for.  Okay.  Now we're done with the populism and nativism and other useless isms, and reality as it is must be faced.  Actual polices, put in place via lawful processes.  My, that would be such a bracing change.  We'll see.

Trumped talked himself into a corner, re the moronic WALL that Mexico will PAY for.  Hopefully there will be a graceful way to slip the bonds of that surly pledge.  Because, you see, we never did need a wall before, so why now?  Enforce just laws, and everything is awesome.  We'll be livin' the Dream.  Wouldn't it be nice if it were, like, Americans who could be government-sponsored Dreamers?  Imagine all the people, living in the harmony of a rule-of-law culture, like the way we used to think was good.  Ah, youth.

Had the unspeakable, if not the unthinkable occurred, and Hillary had ascended to her ambition, what would we of the stricken Right have done?  Rioted and looted?  The past two horrors I mean elections have answered that question.  We, adults, abide by the social contract, whereby previously agreed-upon rules are respected.  Was there ongoing  public grief?  I don't remember.  Certainly, in my case, decorous private grief.  We need not speak of that.  But there simply is no such thing as conservative rioting.

This is what happens when the opinion of children is thought to matter.  We have to pretend that unicorns are real.  And gay marriage.  And gender changes.  And anthropogenic global warming.  Pick a trope. Pick a Trump. Pikachu.  Picayune.  No, we don't need police with military-grade armaments.  But teargas would be nice.  These children need a bedtime, and they need to be silent or at least respectful in the presence of their elders.   Because their judgment is worthless, and their influence has been toxic.

I pointed out to someone today that the reason the non-plurality candidate won is that the blue states are so very very blue.  What does that tell us?  That liberals cluster together much more densely than conservatives.  Because, you see, they cannot abide a diversity of political opinions.  The locust effect.  Bad money drives out good, and liberals drive out conservatives?  --  or flee from them?  Indeed, the right thinks the left is stupid, and the left thinks the right is evil.  Neither opinion is truly true, but one is toxic.  In fact, Republicans are stupid, and Democrats engage in no sort of thought process whatsoever.  Statistically, that is.

As for the current rediscovery of the Electoral College, by this latest crop of lefty voters, allow me to possite a hypothetical.  Do you suppose that if Trump had DOUBLED his own advertising budget, to MATCH that of Hillary, he might have purchased, peeled away from her, the 0.15 percent of voters he needed to win the popular vote?  If the BILLIONS spent by the Mainstream Media-sponsored Left (with the by-definition MEGA-BILLIONS of FREE advertising slash propaganda thereby donated, gratis and no charge and non-stop) were not sufficient to sway the Electoral College -- then, by what large popular margin would Trump have WON, on an equal playing field?

So much for hypotheticals.

I don't think I'm back.  But the oppression is lifting.  Sauron has lost his grip even upon Mordor, DC.  A green thing might grow.    This is what the world looks like, after the Flood.


J

Thursday, November 10, 2016

Glass Ceilings and Walls of Entitlement

It might even be safe to go back into the water.  All this ecologism is paying off?  Little by little, they're raking out the floating turds. A few more months, and it may be fit for human consumption.

Our long national nightmare is over.  Eight years of Saul Alinsky at the helm, Kamikaze, iceberg-seeking missile.  Indeed, the chickens had come home to roost.  "God daaaammmnnn America!!!"  We'd never had, you see, an actually anti-American president before.

In these pages, now desultory, I have allowed myself to speak intemperately, as a private citizen.  It would not be prudent to speak so, as a public figure.  So here I could vent my utter disgust at the state of affairs.  It wasn't productive, and it wasn't the catharsis I needed.  Not all poison can be purged by muscular action -- emetics, colonics, lancing, bleeding....   clinton -- the first clinton -- had been merely a disgrace.  Obama was destructive.

To rule by Executive Order.  To rule, that is, unconstitutionally.  And Americans opted him in, AGAIN.  What, the woman who asks to be raped?  The addict who sells his children, for drugs?  What unspeakable shamefulness could possibly describe such a state of affairs.  Then again, whom the gods would destroy, they first make mad.  That precisely half of Americans are moral idiots seems a tad too high a percentage, but one must accommodate the imperical validity of the statistic.

Well, thank heaven for the Electoral College.  It was instituted, most likely, not so much to decide between two tied presidential candidates, but to simply invalidate a single successful but toxic winner, and select and appoint a better, fitting one.  In the case at hand, it simply did its job, of representing the will, not of the rank population, but of the states themselves.  The EC, you see, does not represent the entire enrolled body of registered citizens, but rather fifty states, only -- plus, somehow (and perhaps unconstitutionally?) Washington, DC.  We vote through the agency of our individual states.  Thus my own vote has only symbolic value, in this bluest, most cyanotic of states -- formerly the Golden State.

So much for the protesters.   To call them ignoramuses  misses the point, because it sounds emotional.  I see the tragic grief-sodden faces of the Hillary supporters, and feel no pity or compassion whatsoever.  There is a bit of satisfaction in it, the way you see those videos on youtube of idiots doing stupid things and getting instant justice.  As long as no real harm comes to them -- good ... "that's what you get!"  My grief has gone unphotographed.  That their judgment has been so crippled is only to be expected, in a morally calloused culture.  Hopefully their lessons toward wisdom will not be unbearable.

Hillary summed it up, perfectly.  She assigned her loss to the "highest and hardest glass ceiling."  

*ahem*

My dear Ms. clinton:  You won, somehow, the very slightest plurality of the vote.  Your failure had nothing whatsoever to do with institutional bias against women.  You failed because you thought this was France, with a centralized government presiding over provinces, as American states administer policy through counties.  The United States, however,  is a federated constitutional republic, with an Electoral College -- a fact you have no excuse for not knowing. You didn't bump your bleach-blonde head against a glass ceiling.  You crashed into the wall of your own arrogance and sense of entitlement.  The fact that you avoid admitting this, or are oblivious to it, is disqualification in itself of the office you have coveted.

As for Trump, let's think of him as Truman.  He may grow into the dignity of the office.  His victory speech was an excellent start.  Dignity.  That has been my problem with him all along.  Demagogic populism and cynical hucksterism were designed as by some Cosmic Intelligence to revolt and revulse me.  If he puts that aside, and honors the dignity of his office, well, hopefully the entrenched beltway republicans will give guidance and probity to his administrative policies.

And, let us fervently hope, the incipiant clinton dynasty is quashed, and the Obama legacy is stillborn ... no, let's say it was -- in honor of its patron -- aborted.


J

Wednesday, November 9, 2016

Amerexit

Perhaps it's a trend?  The formerly-sane fallen empires reclaiming a bit, a small sad tiny bit of common sense?  Great Britain disenmeshing itself from the leech-lipped tentacles of the Hague?   And now, in a frankly astounding rebuke against the nattering nabobs, a very slim majority of the American electorate -- or rather the Electoral College --  have opted for the clearly-lesser of clear evils.

The good news is that America did not commit suicide.  For the past weeks or months I have been convinced that there would be a third Obama term.  After all, the media was in the bag, and Millennials would be voting --  the Participation-Trophy Generation ... the Cry-Bully Generation.  They, and their idiot Gen-X baby-sitters, and their loathsome babyboomer parents and grandparents.  How odd, that the Greatest Generation should have been such worthless parents -- engendering hippies as frogs produce slime.

Be that as it may, with the destruction of marriage, by the Almighty Court, I realized that American Exceptionalism was dead.  I have been mourning the death of this country.  Wondering what the world would be like, without an America to care for it.  Just another big rich hegemonic social state smearing pie across its face and licking blubbery lips with a thick surgically-bifurcated tongue ... cuz chicks did it.

But I was wrong.  Americans have not acquiesced entirely to sodomites and syndicalists.  I had thought that only the detonation of a dirty bomb in some urban center would sufficiently focus attention upon the actual state of the world.  I had pictured the celebration in Pandemonium, the Mardi Gras, the Fat Tuesday of Hillary's triumphal  march across the constitution -- no longer to be capitalized.  Hell rejoicing.  But I was wrong.

I do not know what to think of it.  Blue state republicans forced this nominee upon us, and, somehow, somehow, the country has not puked him back, but overcame disgust -- something about the difference between an emetic, and evisceration.  We managed to have neither -- swallowing Trump and puking out Hillary.  Progress, indeed.

My joke has been, vote for the one who will destroy America by accident, or the one who will destroy it on purpose.  I'd rather have incompetence, than malevolence.  I'd rather have the narcissist, than the narcissist who hates America.

A mistake I have made for, well, decades is that I have looked to America as if it were an agent of God.  Regardless of the seeming-mercy we have just received --  the reprieve from the worthless values of the progressiveforprogresstowardoneworldgovernment -- the fact that we have had eight years of deliberate decline must be answered, with punishment.  God does not hold iniquity against his children, but he absolutely does hold it against nations.  And that is all America is -- a tool, generally blessed, and unworthy of its blessings.

The fact that we are servants rather than masters, answerable in our values and our institutions to the opinions, opinions  mind you, of five judges -- well, that says everything.  Our national myth has it that we are free.  That myth was very slightly supported on Election Day.  But we are not free.  Never, as long as bureaucrats rule us.


J

Friday, June 10, 2016

Stench

America needs to be beaten with a stick.  Soft lazy cowardly slut.  Weak the way decadence makes you weak.  Stupid the way easy victory makes you stupid.  Our strength and our virtue were not intrinsic.  They derived from the richness of the land and from the initial spirit of the Constitution.  The pioneer spirit, of colonists and homesteaders and entrepreneurs ... that spirit lasts one generation.  After that it is inertia and entropy.  We settle for our parents' settlements.  Perhaps our parents were worthwhile, and made an attempt to nurture integrity.  Perhaps.  But there is a way to test this perhaps: open your eyes and look around and make an evaluation.

Well?

I was a foster father, and one of my boys came from a crack whore mother.  There you have the picture of America.  An idealistic fool, willing to sacrifice, and, well, a crack whore, destructive the way Satan loves despair, for no reason at all, just because. Orwell and Kafka are the prophets of our age.  We're done with metaphor.  Reality has surpassed hyperbole.

The current college-age cohort has a pathological belief that being offensive is a crime against humanity.  How do you correct someone who forbids the expressing of an opinion not their own?  Rather than argue and defend a position, they burst into hysterical tears, traumatized by their own feeling.  It's a sort of auto-immune disease.

Another Great Awakening, if God will respond with mercy.  Or a national and world catastrophe, if God loves us enough to chastise.  If I personally had America before me and at my mercy, I would flog it until bones were broken.  The mercy of correction.  Punishment has been too long delayed.  Depraving drips from her slack lips and she calls it freedom.

Many civilizations have fallen.  It need not mean the end of days is upon us.  But America is dead.  Resurrections happen.  A man can drown in ice water and be brought back after a half hour.  Such things happen.  But the trauma is, well, real, and transformative.

What will happen when these foolish young college women who are offended by free speech are held down and serially raped, by the invading barbarian culture, of islamism and lawlessness?  Some of them will learn, as I have (through a not-dissimilar chain of events), to temper idealism with pragmatism.  When our feminized male youth are called upon to do something other than shout slogans at political rallies -- when actual suffering and sacrifice are demanded, to be met with something more vital than emotion -- well, not every trumpet call is answered.

When no one, or too few, will rise up and stand firm, then we lose.  The self-confidence and arrogance of the moslem hoard is justified.  Our women are for rape.  Our men are for sodomy.  It is true, and it is true, because depravity drips from their lips, for all the world to see, no matter how depraved the world also is.  When you have held up a light upon a hilltop, you become the focus.  When what they see is shameful, their contempt is merited.

I don't want the nation to suffer, because I live here, and will suffer too, and I don't wish to suffer.  Have I not suffered enough?  Have I not sacrificed?  Sadly, no -- not enough.  The task ... no, the challenge, the quest, is unfulfilled.  In my outrage, my dismay, my contempt and bewilderment and feeling of betrayal, I may give up.  It's even likely.  I'm not the man I thought I was.  I just want to be left alone.

But of all the moving tales we might tell, how sweet, that of the prodigal son's faithful father.  We generally are not told the full story of that son.  It wasn't just wastrel behavior and then living with pigs.  Far more wretched than that.  The story isn't about pigs, but about love.  Since we are told that love never fails, then if we do not love, we never did.  That is a choice, not a feeling.  Love is what you do, not what you feel.  Be faithful, and you are faithful.  Being and doing are the same thing.

The point?  What can be done.  Stand up and become a target, and have the agencies of oppression turn upon you?  Do not remain or fall silent, but when some entity supposes there is such a thing as gay marriage and asserts that belief, interject some contrary fact about biology, history or logic?  And be branded and persecuted as a bigot? And suffer in business or career or reputation?

Patriotism is not the love of country.  It is the real willingness to sacrifice.  And it's not about country only, but about honesty and courage and truth.  These are virtues to which heroes and villains both pay lip service.  Villains use their lips also to drip depravity.  Who can be so strong, to stand and face what is repulsive?  Decency must avert its face from what is shameless and shameful.  But that's how we came to where we are.  To pull a child from pig shit, we have to wade in.  That's what Jesus did, sealing himself in flesh, immured, immerde.  We will do less, but we must to something.

Or not.  What is redemption?  The saving of what is lost.  Why was it lost?  Because it was not valued.  What is not valued has no worth.  Why save it then?  Well, as I say, love is a choice.


J

Saturday, May 28, 2016

The Ultimate Adhesive

 Baboonpalooza.


 Bruce Jenner's original plan.


 Imagine, Capri pants at this time of year.  How gauche.  


 Cheshire Cat in a mood.


Yeah. Good one.


 More proof for Evolution.


Likewise.  It's science. 


 Wait an hour after eating loaves and fishes.

 Only a flesh wound.


Like, um, am I having an idea?


 Nice boobs.  


Unbridled passion.
 (I've never understood why it's called French kissing...they're not poodles.)

 What're you lookin at?


 I believe I can fly.


 I believe I can touch the sky.


And when I finally arrive...

The yearning of my secret heart. 


J

Thursday, May 12, 2016

We Wait

We sit, she leans against me like a lover,
I cradle her like a baby, her head.

 I sit, slouched on the bed,
 holding his hand, mine on his.

 We wait in silence.

 It is only right, that parents grow old,
 and die before their sons.


 J

Wednesday, May 11, 2016

Suck It Up, Buttercup

The great political question of the day found its most eloquent formulation as a rhetorical metaphor first made public in these very pages. “Which would you rather, eat your own poop or someone else’s puke?” Given our increasingly and mandatorily inclusive culture, there could never be anything other than gay … exuberant celebration of those courageous extroverts who opt for or are born into that subgroup of peoplekind in which it is a genetic necessity to eat one’s own poop or the puke of another. Heaven forfend that we should be judgmental about lifestyles or states of birth. That’s a crime against peoplekind.

 Alack, were the metaphor only slightly different, the solution should be obvious. It really is no unendurable thing, to swallow back a bit of your own rising gorge. I myself am not immune or inured to the occasional bout of dry-heaves, as when I have had to clean up after animals, or accidentally visualize sundry very normal and not at all perverted paraphiliae. Whereas coprophagy, be it auto- or alio-, might or ought to be found in all but the newest, politically-corrected DSM editions.

 Thus have I written, however, and thus it shall be. One’s own poop, another’s vomit. Trump then, for us, in this metaphor, is the poop. Hillary is the vomit. Sadly, I will never knowingly eat poop. And I shall never vote for Hillary. My own righteousness and inviolable integrity have therefore stymied me. One cannot remain American, and not vote. Thus have I proven that there are no more Americans, because there is no more America.

 So I will throw out all this forgoing resolution and unassailable logic, and rearrange the premises of the implicit syllogism. “Would you rather eat your own vomit or someone else’s poop.” Ah. Now the paradox is resolved. Distasteful and disgusting though it be, puke-eating as it were has its necessities.

 The origin of the trope is buried in obscurity. No one knows. Only theories remain to shed light in the darkness. “Suck it up, buttercup.” Used to encourage someone to persevere through hardship. The best theory -- and there is no real need of a theory -- is that it originated among fighter pilots, who might at high altitude disgorge into and foul their breathing apparatus, thereby losing consciousness. Life and death. Best advice then would be to suck it up. The gratuitous “buttercup” explains itself.

 For reasons later to be examined, a third Obama term is undesirable. Hillary is a known quantity: soulless lefty hack. Trump is a complete disgrace, but somehow, somehow the lesser of evils.

 America: God shed his grace on thee, then removed it.

So. Dig in. The vomit’s fine.


 J

Friday, May 6, 2016

Lo-Ammi

We take for our text Hosea chapter one, verse two: “And the LORD said to Hosea, Go, take unto thee a wife of whoredoms and children of whoredoms: for the land hath committed great whoredom, departing from the LORD.”

And Hosea went and married Gomer, a harlot.

An allegory. Hosea stands for the Lord, godliness, obedience, righteousness. Gomer stands for the people of the land, Israel. Or perhaps Hosea is Israel, and Gomer is the lying polytheism of the Canaanites, and it's a case of bigamy, polygamy, since Israel is already married to the Lord. Whatever. And an allegory of an allegory: Hosea stands for America -- honor, loyalty, valor, hard work, sacrifice. Nobility.  Common sense. Who chased after, well, many many whores, no need for marriage, which America has ... forgotten, abandoned, perverted ... redefined.

 Gomer does not stand for Trump. Trump is not a harlot: a hustle rather – selling, say anything, hurry hurry hurry. Harlots sell themselves. Hucksters sell trash. The beliefs of harlots have no relevance. Hucksters have a necessary contempt for truth and for their, well, voters. Trump, Hillary, Obama – say anything. Walls, and Benghazi, and evolving positions on “gay” “marriage”. Lie, be brazen, double down, be shameless.

But I apologize. It is an inept allegory of an allegory. America has not been instructed by the Lord to go a-whoring. If not the Lord, by what god then? Which is the god of appetite? Ashtoreth? Belial? I forget. My comparative religion studies have been neglected of late. Islamism, Atheism, Satanism -- all these celebrations of diversity, myriad paths to god, blend together in my distracted mind. My dull brain is wrought with things forgotten.

A spirit more lewd fell not from Heaven, or more gross, to love vice for itself, attended by priests turned atheist,  who fill with lust and violence the house of God.  In courts and palaces he reigns, and in luxurious cities where the noise of riot ascends above their loftiest towers, and injury, and outrage. When night darkens the streets, then wander forth the sons of Belial, flown with insolence and wine. Witness our own streets of Sodom, here, now.

So then. There have always been Trumps, aggressive self-promoters who will sell you a can of air or a pet rock, or gilt-edge stock certs to molybdenum mines on the fabulous island paradise of Vanuatu, or a sure-fire faith-healing cancer cure, twenty thousand dollars please, pay the “nurse” on the way out. Not to mention the off-the-rack poli-hacks of the past few and current election cycles. Shall we be dismayed by this inevitability? Were we asleep, to be rudely awakened? Something about every minute, suckers born ... I forget. Ah. Now I remember. Can you believe P. T. Barnum’s middle name was Trump? Freaky, dude. And, yes, you can believe that.

Let us reassign or assert our gender for a moment, and create a consanguine unity of instant convenience, and agree that we are Fates or Norns or Pythonesses or Weird Sisters of this Fluid New Age, and let us prophesy, a drum, a drum: Something wicked this way comes. By the pricking of my, heh, “thumb”. (Git it?)

Were kin ah git mahy sum uv theym mayjik bayeenz?!?

Can you believe I used to think America was "noble"?


 J

Thursday, April 28, 2016

Trumpery

I stopped writing so prolifically here when the Occupant assumed the presidency. When that person was reappointed by you stupid, stupid Americans, the heart went out of me. I think many things now, which would be worth recording, but dismay has dumbfounded me. But, to persevere.

That the Republicans should be so feckless as to bring Trump to the fore … have we learned nothing? We’ve heard an imperious mountebank say anything at all, as long as it promoted his cause, whatever it might have been (anti-American exceptionalism). We know now without any ambiguity what was meant by “Hope and Change”. Hope that our enemies are our friends. Change the definition of marriage. So obvious, now. But since we are stupid, stupid, stupid Americans, who never learn and become more and more decadent, only, then we must follow after the next loudmouth demagogue who says just anything that we idiots wish to hear.

No record, no achievements, other than adultery, bankruptcy and self-promotion. Wealth from, what? Casinos? It is an obvious if cheap question, who did the building in Trump’s developments? Illegal aliens? The facile, knee-jerk populist tropes he spews and spouts – he’ll make Mexico build a wall … he’ll end Islamism in a couple of weeks … just believe you him, it’ll be great – how very cheap, such talk. And now, since there is no Republican party, only American morons, this charlatan is the likely candidate. Against Hillary? What a nightmare.

 Someone texted me, who would I vote for if it’s Trump-Hillary. I replied, would you rather eat your own shit or someone else’s puke. Something like that.

 I’ve not been following it. I don’t like pornography because I do not like slutishness. But Cruz seems like a solid candidate. I’m not sure what the complaint against him is. He’s, um, an insider? Is that it? Can that be right? If so, boy, are you dumb. But of course you are dumb. America, land of the free lunch and home of the brave front. Idiots. You have pissed away the legacy, traded your heritage for a mess of pottage, or pot.

 I had thought that the convention might produce some common sense, but some poll said that eighty precent of Republicans thought the delegates should be bound by the first choice. A new thing under the sun. When I saw the map of how it breaks down (that is the correct phrase) by state, lo! The red states go for Cruz and the blue states, which REPUBLICANS WILL NOT WIN IN THE PRESIDENTIAL ELECTION, go to Trump. The states that will lose the election for us are the states that are selecting our candidate. Therefore, might we suppose that NOT being bound by the first ballot at the convention would be a more prudent tactic?

 In this most recent Tuesday’s primaries, Trump won all five. All is not lost, but the Romney debacle taught me to face likelihoods more realistically. We shall not hope against hope. We, whoever we are, should work as we are willing, because otherwise the terrorists and liberals will have won.

And that’s probably why I’ve bothered to write this. Remember that phrase, the terrorists will have won? They did. Somehow Bush led to Obama, who has led us here. That so called war against so called terror somehow so unmanned us that we became as thoroughly decadent as the islamists said we were. Our institutions are destroyed, so how have the terrorists not destroyed us? The fall of two important buildings in NYC was all it took. Like Samson and the pillars of the temple of Dagon. Fifteen years down the line, and we find we have lost our country.

 I have an old cat who pukes on my bed. I buy old-cat food, but guess I’ll try sensitive-stomach. It’s a hassle, and I curse, but I can’t be angry with her. She’s 14 or so, and she likes me. We have to be patient, and gentle.

 Do I seem inconsistent?


 J

Friday, April 22, 2016

Reup

Here I am.  Fallen silent in a way I had not foreseen.  Submerged.  I have much less physical pain nowadays.  Something philosophical in that, the way we accommodated ourselves to circumstances.  Gratitude must be a cardinal virtue.  That's probably why God has allowed this horrible universe into existence -- that we may learn gratitude. Indeed, it's the core of Christianity.  As a function of intellect "belief" and "faith" don't mean anything.  When the soul encompasses that particular faith, it emerges as gratitude.  Suffering, then, is the meaning of life.  The Buddhists were right.

I feel like experimenting with small talk.  Not a natural gift.  I'm reading Dostoyevsky's The Idiot.  Man.  He's so good.  I read The Brothers Karamazov, oh, 35 years ago.  Always knew I'd read it again.  It's next.  I thought I'd dive back in with something shorter.  Relatively speaking. It's a pleasure almost physical, how good he is.

You will have noticed my comprehensive scouring of the internet for Shakespeare productions.  I expose myself to him every day.  It's not that some play can mean just anything.  It's that there's so much there, anything can be drawn from it -- as with the Bible, it says what it says, but you can prove anything with it.  Stray thoughts: Tennant's Richard II --  by far the best production I've seen of that one; it's like they're doing  it with understanding.  I cannot stand Juliet, as always performed -- so much that I simply can't  watch.  I don't like hysteria.  Actresses, please just say the lines and let the words do the work. You got the part -- you don't need to emote.  Orson Welles was the most talented man of the 20th century.  As expected, he was a charming jerk -- but he was always right in his artistic choices.  He did the finest bit of voice acting I ever heard -- the moment of inarticulate realization.

I found out last night that my mother has not been paying her mortgage.  Again.  There's a point where irresponsibility becomes wickedness.  I said that I had thought this would never again happen.  She has replied that she is a responsible person.  What am I going to do?  Imagine that this 81 year old woman is able to change?  But it is ruinous to me, the dishonesty.  That's why parents are so toxic.  They plant the seeds.  Both of mine were amazingly dishonest, and I have this huge trust-issue.  Hmm.  My father, also 81, is so consumed with fear and rage and depression that I don't suppose he can last much longer. When I was a young child he gathered his sons, his "offspring", and for hours would give soul-crushing lectures.  I remember when I was twelve he'd talk about having been so depressed that he'd put a shotgun barrel in his mouth.  Somehow I don't think his sons existed for any other reason than for him to use in such ways. Now he is likely near his end, and I care, but he's caused enough suffering. The wages of sin, and suchlike.

How am I different.  Every vice is customized.  Their dishonesty, my distrust -- equally poisonous.

I have several major projects in mind, but simply lack motivation.  Two of them, I think, are actually important, like, to the world, or some part of it.  People who read.  But I am deeply discouraged, etymologically.  My courage is crippled.  My heart is constricted.  No longer young, diminished by pain in a way that has made me old, much of my energy is spent or misspent philosophizing myself into being as non-crazy as I can manage.  Not the same as health.

I started this blog years ago as a means of venting.  I made a few contacts that were nice to have, to suppose the wide world had some like-minded folks in it.  Here I am, again, then, at least this once, venting.  No need to respond.  The expression itself can help things fall into perspective.


J

Friday, April 1, 2016

Shakespeare Productions Online

This is a public service. So much rubbish, there is. Here's something, um, good -- with, frankly, a very serious scholarly intention.  Some of this would be available from local libraries, even if it's interlibrary loan. No doubt NetFlix / Amazon / etc would be useful. I've linked mostly to professional productions, with no attempt at reviewing them -- with a few (!) exceptions. A few amateur efforts are included for the POV, when only one professional production is available -- major qualification is that the sound is not very bad. The 'VK dot com' links can be viewed via a facebook signup. Just for the history of it, I’ve included non-snippet silent films. There's more available, but I'll add as I please.

Links go dead, so there's that. Maximilian Schell's dubbed Hamlet, for example, from German TV -- although you'll be delighted with what IS available! On the other hand, Polanski's "Macbeth" is on a Georgian server -- former USSR.  Of the BBC series from the 70s and 80s, only a few are on youtube; a South Korean server has all of them. I prefer YT because you can play at faster speed, which, frankly, works even for Shakespeare. There are some hard-to-find works here ... Plummer's Hamlet, for example. Sadly, the deep and vasty wood of the world is no safe place, and viruses lurk. If you find a dead link, or a toxic one, pls let me know. And, when you think about it, don't you suppose a thank-you might be in order?

 So, in your idle or intentful hours, here's a place to invest your time.

COMEDY / ROMANCE

Two Gentlemen of Verona

LLCC (static camera)
 RSC (VK)


Audio
Marlowe Soc. 1  2  3  4  5
Ark (VK)
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Taming of the Shrew

BBC or VK
Burton (click “RUS” to “ENG”) or VK
ACT (VK)
Globe One Two (VK)
UAA (vk)
Animated or VK
Kiss Me, Kate (VK) Stage   Film
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Audio
Howard 1  2  3  4  5
Ark (VK)
Argo (VK)
BBC ( 1988 VK)
CBS (click #137)
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Comedy of Errors

BBC or VK
FKB  One   Two
RSC 78 (VK)
Globe
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Audio
Ark (VK)
LS Neville
Argo (VK)
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Love's Labour's Lost

WSU  1  2  3
Globe (VK)
RSC One  Two

Opera
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Audio
Arkangel or VK
Marlowe Soc. 1-3  3-5
Argo (VK)
LS Finch
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Midsummer Night's Dream

BBC or VK
Rooney  or VK
Kline (VK)
 Globe 
2016 BBC   or VK
Animated or VK  
Benny Hill 1964


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Audio
BBC on 3 or YT 3 or VK
Ark (VK)
Naxos (VK)
Scofield  One &  Two
Argo  (VK)
OSF
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Merchant of Venice

BBC or VK
RSC (VK)
Nunn (VK) OR YT
 Welles (fragment)
Tchaikowsky opera

______________________

Audio
Caedmon  One   Two
Marlowe Soc. 1  2  3  4  5
Ark (VK)
BBC (2000 VK)
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Merry Wives of Windsor

Globe (VK)
St. Louis One Two (static camera)

______________________

Audio
Ark (VK)
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Much Ado about Nothing

BBC or VK
Branagh or VK
                           Globe or VK  
2012 (!)
TSF One Two
Opera
______________________

Audio
Ark (VK)
BBC 2001 Tennant (VK)
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As You Like It

BBC or YT or VK
Globe or VK
Animated or VK
NT
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Audio
Redgrave  1-3   3-5
Marlowe Soc. 1  2  3  4  5
Caedmon ( 1963 VK)
Olivier One  Two
Ark (VK
BBC (2015 VK)
NT 1968 One  Two
LS Neville
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Twelfth Night

BBC or VK
Fraser (excerpts)
Globe or VK
2003 (VK)
 Animated or VK  
Soviet 1955 (VK – Eng sub)

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Audio
Godfrey 1-2  3-5
Ark (VK)
BBC 1998 (VK)
BBC 1999 (VK)
On 3 (VK)
Scofield  1  2  3  4  5
LS Smith
______________________
Troilus and Cressida

SAI One Two (static camera)
Globe
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Audio
Arkangel  or Ark (VK)
Marlowe Soc. One Two
BBC (VK)
Brett (VK)
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Measure for Measure

ACT One Two
BBC 1995 (VK)
2007 (VK)
Globe
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Audio
Ark (VK)
Argo (VK)
BBC 2004 (VK)
Marlowe Soc. 1  2  3  4 5
LS Portman
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All's Well That Ends Well

BBC or YT
Globe One Two (VK)
______________________

Audio
Ark (VK)
BBC (VK)
______________________
Pericles

L Sch One Two
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Audio
Scofield  1-3  4-5
Ark (VK)
LA TW (VK)
OSF  
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Winter's Tale

KBTC One Two
Animated or VK
RSC (1998 VK)
2001(VK)

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Audio
Caed 1961 Gielgud
Ark  (VK)
LS Portman
______________________
Cymbeline


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Audio
Karloff  1-2  3-5
Ark (VK)
BBC 3  (VK)
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Tempest

Globe (VK)
Prospero’s Books (adaptation)
 1  2  3  or  VK
Jarman (!) or VK
Animated or VK

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Audio
Redgrave 1-2  3-5
Marlowe Soc. 1  2  3  4  5
BBC 1974 (VK)
BBC 2001 (VK)
On 3 (VK)
Argo (VK)
CBC  (VK)
LS Wolfit

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HISTORY

King John

BBC or YT
WSC (static camera)



Audio
Ark (VK)
BBC 1984 (VK)

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“AN AGE OF KINGS” – 1960 BBC miniseries
Richard II  /  Henry IV1,2   /  Henry V  /  Henry VI1,2,3    /  Richard III
                  1 2       /     3 4 -5 6     /     7 8   /   9 10 -11-12 13   /   14 15   (VK)
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Richard II

BBC or VK
YT or Tennant RSC or 1 2 3 (VK)
HC (click “RUS” to “ENG”) or  VK
Globe
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Audio
Ark (VK)
HC (VK)
BBC 1979 (VK)
2014 (VK)
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“Falstaff”

Chimes at Midnight or VK – Welles
Opera
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Henry IV, Part I

BBC or VK
ESC   or VK 
  HC (click “RUS” to “ENG”) or  VK
Firth 1a 1b 2a 2b 3 4 5
Globe One  Two (VK)
RSC  One  Two (VK)
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Audio
BBC 1973 (VK)
BBC 1980 (VK)
BBC 1999 (VK)
Ark (VK)
HC  (VK)
Marlowe Soc. 1  2  3  4  5
LS Connery
Argo (VK)
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Henry IV, Part II

BBC or VK
HC (click “RUS” to “ENG”) or  VK
Globe One  Two (VK)
RSC One Two (VK)
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Audio
Caedmon  1-2  3-5
Ark (VK)
BBC 1973 (VK)
BBC 1980 (VK)
BBC 1999 (VK)
LS Wolfit
McKern
Argo (VK)
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Henry V

Olivier or YT
Branagh (click “RUS” to “ENG”) or VK
HC (click “RUS” to “ENG”) or  VK
RSC  One  Two (VK)
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Audio
Ark (VK)
BBC 1981 (VK)
LS Burton
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Henry VI (1,2,3)  & Richard III
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Henry VI, Part I

BBC   (VK)   
HC (click “RUS” to “ENG”) or  VK  VK or YT
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Audio
Ark (VK)
BBC 1982 (VK)
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Henry VI, Part II

(HC (click “RUS” to “ENG”) or VK)
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Audio
Ark (VK)
BBC 1982 (VK)
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Henry VI, Part III

HC (click “RUS” to “ENG”) or VK or YT
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Audio
Ark (VK)
BBC 1982 (VK)
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Richard III

BBC or VK
McKellen  or  YT
Olivier or VK
HC (click “RUS” to “ENG”) or  VK
Almeida One Two (VK)
Looking for Richard (adaptation)
Animated or VK or YT
Spacey, Globe

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Audio
Ark (VK)
BBC 1982 (VK)
BBC 2013 (VK)
Barrymore (click #284)
LS Finch
RMT (paraphrase)
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Henry VIII

Globe  One  Two (VK)
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Audio
Ark (VK)

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TRAGEDY

Titus Andronicus

Hopkins (click “RUS” to “ENG”)
Globe (VK)


Audio
Caedmon 1-4
Ark (VK)
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Romeo and Juliet

DiCaprio (click “RUS” to “ENG”)
Bloom or YT
1975 One  Two
1988 (VK)
2014  or  VK
 KBTC One Two (VK)
 Globe One Two (VK)
Harvey 1954
Stratford 1993
Soviet 1955 ballet

Ballet Prokofiev
Opera

Silent 1911
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Audio
Finney 1  2  3  4  5
Marlowe Soc.  1  2  3  4  5
Caedmon (1961 VK)

RSC Bran (VK)
Ark (VK)
BBC 3 (VK)
On 3  (VK)
BBC 2003 (VK)
LA TW (VK)
Naxos (VK)
Aud (VK)
Aud (VK)
1993 (VK)
LS Michell
RMT (paraphrase)
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Julius Caesar

Robards (VK)
RSC (VK)
Globe One Two (VK)
Animated or VK  

Opera

Silent 1914
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Audio
Caedmon 1966 Richardson 1-2  3-5
Marlowe Soc. 1-2   3  4  5
MDS  1  2  3  4  5
Ark (VK)
LA TW (VK)
BBC 1980 (VK)
Audio (VK)
Argo 1972 Rylands
LS Finch
RMT (paraphrase)
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Hamlet

Branagh (click “GEO” to “ENG”)
Gibson  
Kline (vk)  or YT  
Olivier or YT or VK
1  2  3 (subtitles),  1  2 (dubbed)
Plummer (VK)
Burton or here or here
Tennant or PBS or  YT
Hawke (click “RUS” to “ENG”)
Cumberbatch HERE  or VK
RSC 2016 (VK)
RedSC 1  2  3  4
Crisp or  VK  (!)
Williamson (VK)
Rock Opera (VK)
Johnny Hamlet
Schell  Law  Globe

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Audio
Welles One Two
Scoffield 1-2 3-5
Ark (VK)
Oregon (VK)
BBC 1971 (VK)
BBC 1999 (VK)
BBC 2014 (VK)
RMT (paraphrase)
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Othello

Welles or YT or VK
Olivier or VK
Fishburne  VK
McKellen(VK) or YT  One   Two  
Nat Th   One Two (VK)
Globe One Two (VK)
Soviet 1955 (VK – Eng  sub)
Animated or VK

  Richardson

Opera
Verdi
Zeffirelli (subtitles HERE)
Rossini
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Audio
BBC (2004 VK)
Ark (VK)
Donmar (VK)
LS Gielgud
RMT (paraphrase)
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King Lear

BBC  OR VK
Jones  or  YT or  VK  
 RSC
Scofield (VK)
Olivier  (VK)
Blessed  (VK)
Holm (VK)
Magee (VK)
Sh Lives One Two
Whare (VK)
Kozintsev One Two (dubbed)
Globe

Godard (click “RUS” to “ENG” – ‘adaptation’) or VK
Ran (VK -  subtitles HERE)
Verdi opera

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Audio
Scofield 1-2  2-5
OSF  
BBC 1983 (VK)
BBC 1988 (VK)
BBC 4 2016 (VK)
LS Wolfit
Columbia
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Timon of Athens

St. Louis One Two (static camera)
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Audio
Ark (VK)
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Macbeth

BBC or  VK or YT act 3  
Connery or VK
Globe One  Two(VK)  or YT  One Two
Polanski (click “RUS” to “ENG”) or YT
Fassbender (click “RUS” to “ENG”) or VK 1 2 3
Sher  One  Two
Brett (!)
MJC  
Estate (VK)
Throne of Blood (adaptation) One Two
Animated or VK
Tarr (subtitles)

Verdi Opera Met (VK)
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Audio
Arkangel  or  VK
Guiness One  Two
Caedmon 1960
Marlow Soc. 1  2  3  4  5
BBC Williamson (VK)
BBC 2000 (VK)
Audio 1 2 3 4  5
RMT (paraphrase)
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Antony and Cleopatra

Heston (click “RUS” to “ENG”)  or YT
  Dalton (!)
Globe  One Two (VK)

Barber (opera)  One  Two
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Audio
Ark (VK)
BBC 3 (Bran VK)
Scales 1  2  3  4   5
LS Finch
Pendant 1  2  3a  3b  4  5
1978  One  Two
RMT (paraphrase)
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Coriolanus

Hiddleston One  Two
WSU 1  2  3
St. Louis One Two (static camera)
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Audio
Burton  1-2  3-5
Marlowe Soc. 1  2  3  4  5
Ark (VK)
Argo (VK)
BBC (VK)
LS Stride
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Two Noble Kinsmen

St. Louis One  Two (static camera)
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Audio
Ark (VK)
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Edward III