ghts from the ammoline // (Scott Johnson).

Ammo Grrrll notes the RELENTLESS PRIVAGANDA. She writes:

So I sit down at the computer, trying to avoid checking my favorite sites, and hoping to stay positive in order to produce something mildly funny. That is my job. My screen saver, whose sole purpose is to cover my screen in beautiful nature images, willy-nilly asked me if I would “learn how be more of an ally” in the fight for equity.

No, I wouldn’t. I have been “inclusive” all my life, and not that the racial hucksters or grifters give credit for it. You try to prove that you’re not a racist, but just saying that you aren’t a racist is proof you are! I would have had a better chance of proving I wasn’t a witch from Salem. All I would have to do was hold my breath under water for ten to fifteen minutes.

Screensaver Busybodies, equity is not a thing. There are willful illiterates who will never become astrophysicists, no matter how many points they score on their SATs. I freely admit that I am not an astrophysicist, even though my college-bound tests were very well taken with my pen and quill 150 years ago. But I don’t want the Astrophysics Academy to certify that I am an “equitable” astrophysicist.

Haha. I don’t believe in the SATs. Everyone knows that ANY testing is discriminatory so the Edumacation Complex has eliminated all testing. To go to college, one doesn’t need to be a genius. Who really needs regular, old-fashioned intelligence? Let’s talk about “Emotional Intelligence.” It is a much easier test than regular intelligence. Just look at how many emotions – rage and grief, anger, jealousy. fury, fury. hysteria. envy – an average college-educated TikTok Lib can go through in just three minutes. This must be a HEAP in Emotional Intelligence compared to the intelligence of an average stoic, disciplined Marine.

A few years ago, whenever Joe set up the Pandora system with our favorite stations, a voice in my head would inform me that it was “Black.” Lives. Matter.” It got so bad that I preferred to listen to dusty old CDs on my dusty boombox rather than being told every 10 minutes about “amplifying EVERY BLACK voice.” EVERY voice merits amplification? Whoopie? Kanye? Joy Reid? Joy Reid? I know a lot of white people, and possibly relatives, whose voices could go on “Mute” for the rest of their natural lives, and I wouldn’t be upset at all.

Big Karen is in every aspect of our lives.

I fell in love with jeans that fit me perfectly and were made in the USA. The label featured an American flag to indicate this. They were not cheap, but they weren’t too expensive. I was happy to pay the cost and now have fifteen pairs in sizes 4 to Somewhat Bigger Yet Bigger and Pretty Big. The little flag was gone. What’s the matter? They were being made in China, of course. Surprisingly, even though they were being made in China by political prisoners, children and future organ donors, the cost did not drop one penny. I was a regular online customer and had foolishly given them permission to email me. They never used that privilege and sent only twenty to thirty emails per day. Sigh.

But now, I see they have some in a brand new fabric that they proudly proclaim as “sustainable.” Please stop. What is more sustainable than denim? I have jeans that are well over 20 years old, as well as souvenir Twins cotton tshirts that are 35-31 years old. It’s quite durable, though the ’87 one has a slight tear at the armpit. I nevertheless still wear it. What is the secret new magic fabric that makes these sustainable jeans? It is a hybrid of polyester and crickets. Hard pass.

Sears made a line of jeans for boys called Toughskins decades ago. They were tough, but not impossible! For an active outdoorsy boy to wear out. They had reinforced knees. They would now have to make reinforced butts to allow the little ones to use their smartphones, iPads and video games all day. Back in those days, it was legal to run, jump and fall on your feet. You could even eat Oscar Meyer bologna in the shape of a gun.

Mothers wanted jeans that could be passed on to their children or (prepare for to be shocked!) even to their own children. to be worn by multiple children in their large families. Oh Gaia! How we abused you being fruitful and multiplying. The earth could become one centigrade warmer or colder in 100 years. We dare to do that!

A quick parenthetical digression. I am a Mega Free Speech Defender. But if there was anything that could legitimately be called “Hate Speech,” it would have been the label on my bestie’s clothing as a child. She would search the Clearance racks at Herbergers for a dress labeled “Chubbettes” when she was 7 or 8. It wasn’t like the Weebles you see today wriggling through Walmart. Oh, well. She survived and became a successful physician anyway. Now, let’s get back to my rant about Relentless Propaganda.

I would not choose Recycling if I could. Arizona’s garbage pickup is once per week. It includes both Icky Smelly Garbage as well as Recycling. I would vote for twice-weekly Icky Garbage pickup. Then I wouldn’t have to worry about unloading groceries in the 115-degree heat. We discovered that one major Recycling provider was driving the gas-guzzling trucks across Arizona to California, where they received more money for aluminum cans. Isn’t it a riot? Although people were horrified, I thought it was very entrepreneurial.

I don’t care if my checks are made from recycled paper. I don’t find television commercials particularly enjoyable because they use only couples of different races. It is a form a constant propaganda and I dislike it.

I think I do, at least I think so…but first I need to find out what Bette Midler or Rob Reiner think. I don’t think I can form an opinion without ensuring that the geriatric influencers Cher and Rob Reiner are on board. Alyssa Milano is another influencer heroine. She was the genius who traded in her hate-speech-enabling Elon Mobile for the NaziWagon. Honey, that move is considered a “lateral” move in the corporate world.

I don’t think Mr. Musk is a fascist, but I do not for one minute suggest otherwise. He could very well be the least likely African American, save for Clarence Thomas. Godspeed, Mr. Musk. Welcome back to Twitter, brilliantly witty James Woods.