Monday, April 12, 2021

PORTRAITS OF SOMEWHERE: IT OOZES

What do Albuquerque, Philadelphia, Raleigh, Forth Worth, and Orange County have in common? White nationalists and their little demonstrations yesterday. Which, if I wasted time watching teevee news, I might have known about earlier. An underwhelming show of "white lives matter". Instead I spent the entire weekend in blissful blithering ignorance of racists wishing to riot, and their being outnumbered at the time by actual humans.

Not even the rightwingers in the backroom knew about it. Seeing as they are classist snobs who don't associate with people making so little money, they wouldn't have gone if they did.

I knew Orange County was an outpost of the Confederate mindset, but I always assumed that it was so mainly for the benefit of Nguyễn Cao Kỳ and his Cia drug running cohorts.

[From Wikipedia: "Kỳ did not value democratic ideals. In 1965, Kỳ told the journalist Brian Moynahan: "People ask me who my heroes are. I have only one: Hitler". Kỳ's comment that Hitler was his hero caused much controversy, and in a clumsy attempt at damage control, the administration of President Johnson denied to the American media that Kỳ had made the remark, claiming that Moynahan had fabricated the remark, only to have the air marshal defiantly repeat the statement that Hitler was his only hero."]


The attempted white riots gathered no steam, as the rightwingers were outnumbered, and basically fizzled ingloriously.


The only one of those places that anyone might ever want to visit is Philadelphia, which has some historical importance. It is best known for once supporting Herbert Hoover, a nonentity. Culinarily its only claim to fame is beef scraps fried with onion and canned yellow gloop in a bun. Which can actually be quite satisfying. Late at night. When it's cold.
And you have imbibed.


Cheese-substance, grease, and "meat".
A metaphor for something.



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