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Mon Jun, 07 2010

The Thomas Clown Affair

So, White House Press Corps Goon-Maven Helen Thomas goes where Don Imus would fear to tread, and now there's hamburger all over the highway.

Let me point out that I, too, have urged the Jews to leave Israel. They should come to America. This is the land for them. Among the matters that their culture has been known for across all their history is their grasp of money as technology: concepts put to work on material life. Nowhere in the world has there ever been such a home for such a thing as this one. This was an element of America when "the New World" was still a only gaseous dream of scripture.

I object to Israel and I always have. One aspect of this is how weary I become over anyone equating anti-Israel with Jew-hater. I suppose there is more than enough room for discussion over that equivocation, but I always hope for sharp minds who can move it along to the correct understandings and conclusions.

No, I object to Israel on general grounds of heresy and rebellion. I understand man as a reasoning species in an understandable universe whose governance by transcendental beings is strictly without evidence, let alone proof, and therefore reject any and all religious claims for temporal government or other coercive political schemery. And why any reasonable person would claim a home on religious grounds in the middle of hundreds of millions of howling savages specifically intent on bringing them to ghastly murder is quite beyond even my enormous powers of comprehension.

I have enough on my plate, though, despising this cancer of a government lying on the spine of my country, now, to include whatever sustenance for Israel is gouged out of American productivity by force, so I'm generally content to watch at arm's-length. In breadth-of-history terms, I sometimes wonder whether America will be reduced to truly medieval existence before the Middle East all goes nuke-green, or the other way around. It's an idle wonder, though, given the horrible facts about a dying America. In all that context, I wish the Jews of Israel a hearty "good luck!" albeit quite without my dime in their pot, and also while I shake my head at the futility of attempting a religious foundation against religious objections of stark maniacs. Really: good luck with that.


Presuming that you might, dear reader, please bear that all in mind when I point you to what is the real matter of The Thomas Clown Affair, which is of course that she's a cranky-ass old lefty belt and that nobody in Washington has the least grounds for outrage simply because generations of them have let her glare and sneer them into submission.

The blood's in the shark-tank now, though, I think. America is in that queer stage of ethical downfall during which the fortunes of the powerful can turn-over just about instantly on nothing but fashion, and we might get to see her laid low before she dies.

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1:46pm edit: Drudge's header is delicious: "HELEN SENT TO POLAND"

Very well played, sir. Splendid backhand.

AxeBites

Various guitars I see floating by, mostly Gibson and mostly eBay.


Early Norlin ES-335 -- 1970, in Walnut ("ES-335TDW"). This is a period-piece look and feel, and arguably the sound as well but that's to cut things very finely. A "classic" 335 would be the original of 1958 in the Sunburst or Natural finish, or the Cherry Red of 1959; the Walnut of 1970 (second year of that finish offering) is not really a "classic" 335. In the history of the Gibson aesthetic, this is analogous to, say, vertically-striped polyester bell-bottoms or Bahama Blue shag carpeting. None of this is to say that they're not cool guitars, and this is a nice one. Excellent photographs.

Chrome hardware, featuring the trapeze tailpiece (like my L-47 and I've always liked it) and ABR-1 bridge with period-typical nylon saddles. Bound rosewood fretboard, with small block markers, and then the crown inlay at the machine head. These would be the T-top Humbuckers. Vintage Nazis would moan that the upper bouts are pointy (the body templates were wearing-out in the factory) and the fourteen-degree machine head with the volute signals a sometimes not-fun era of the line, but these things really do rock or moan or whatever you want a 335-type semi-hollow to do. ...which, of course, is because it really is a 335.


In the months since I've let AxeBites languish all to bleedin' hell, Gibson's Robot Guitar technology has sifted out to other models than the original Les Paul application. I don't know how it's going: I still haven't even seen one of these self-tuners. I don't see piles of them burning on the sides of the highway, nor reverent hangings in display cases over bars, so who knows? This 2008 Robot SG is ready to rock in the Metallic Red. Nickel hardware; it's the stoptail wired for data to send to the tuners, with dual Humbuckers. It's a bound rosewood fretboard, but I really like the single-bound machine head with the crown inlay. That's a real cool old-school look, right there, to set off that crazy-ass color. {nod}