Someone alert Cathy Lee Gifford

Coming to a neighborhood near you

A Riverside resident sent out this newsflash just now, and I don't fault her. Coyotes, especially eastern coyotes, which bred with wolves on their way back home from the west, are much larger than their western relatives, and fully capable of bringing down a full-sized deer, let alone snapping up a tiny fu-fu dog like Cathy Lee's, down on Cedar Cliff.

But as Ms. Lee can attest, they've been in town for years now, and probably aren't going anywhere. Still, you might want to check and see if your cats and dogs are inside.

Did he take his secret with him to the grave?

that's the way the bitcoin bounces

Matthew Mellon, who died in a Mexican rehab center earlier this week, was supposed to have become a billionaire trading cyber currency, but now his family can't find the fortune. The stuff has no independent reality in the first place but still, for the heirs, that must be a bummer.

Well that didn't take long

Just because I'm not allowed to eat pig doesn't mean i can't look like,and eat like a pig

Randa Jarra is, naturally a college professor, and vomited her hate within minutes of announcement of Barbara Bush's death

Barbara Bush was a generous and smart and amazing racist who, along with her husband, raised a war criminal. Fuck outta here with your nice words.

— Randa Jarrar (@randajarrar) April 18, 2018

PSA: either you are against these pieces of shit and their genocidal ways or you're part of the problem. that's actually how simple this is. I'm happy the witch is dead. can't wait for the rest of her family to fall to their demise the way 1.5 million iraqis have. byyyeeeeeeee.

— Randa Jarrar (@randajarrar) April 18, 2018

If you'd like to know what it's like to be an arab american muslim american woman with some clout online expressing an opinion, look at the racists going crazy in my mentions right now.

— Randa Jarrar (@randajarrar) April 18, 2018

All the hate I'm getting ALMOST made me forget how happy I am that George W Bush is probably really sad right now 😊 https://t.co/HdOkzMH4LE

— Randa Jarrar (@randajarrar) April 18, 2018

As for her perpetual victimhood, notice that she accuses all who object to her vile comments as "racists"? Yet this i the same woman who demands that all art must be created or performed solely according to race and ethnicity.

Bonus material:

Jarrar wrote an opinion piece called, Why I Can't Stand White Belly-Dancers which was published in Salon, 2014. In this piece, Jarrar said she felt that white women who take part in the art of bellydance are engaging in cultural appropriation and "brown face."[4] Many bellydancers and nonbellydancers alike were outraged by her statement, including UCLA professor Eugene Volokh.[5]

Maybe – and I know this is a radical thought – artists, whether high or low, should be able to work in whatever artistic fields they want to work in. Maybe they should even be able to work in those fields regardless of their skin color or the place from which their ancestors came. Maybe telling people that they can’t work in some field because they have the wrong color or ancestry would be … rats, I don’t know what to call it. If only there were an adjective that could be used to mean “telling people that they mustn’t do something, because of their race or ethnic origin.”

UPDATE II: According to the NYPost, this vile, disgusting woman has doubled down:

Jarrar also at one point posted a phone number that many viewed as her own and called — swamping the phones of a crisis and suicide prevention center, prompting further outrage.

“Replying to @randajarrar. Your freedom of speech does not entitle you to have all these people spam an actual mental health crisis line. Please stop,” tweeted Eugene Gu, MD, a pediatric surgeon.

Bottom story of the day, so far: Chris Murphy will oppose Pompeo.

whatever it is, whoever it is, i'm against it!

Will vote against confirmation of Pompeo as Secretary of State.

Murphy together with his partner in idiocy Richard Blumenthal has voted against or stalled almost every one of Trump's nominations, including, most egregiously to this lawyer, Supreme Court Justice Neil Gorsuch.

How incoherent is our Senator? How totally inconstant is his thinking [sic] process, other than his consistent determination to cripple this administration? This much: after opposing Trump's determination to thwart Iran's increasing influence in Syria and the rest of the middle east, he apparently calls for outright war:

The hearing took place less than 48 hours before Trump actually ordered a strike aimed at Syrian chemical weapons making capacity. Murphy condemned the bombing, likening it to failed U.S. military strategy in the 1960s in Vietnam when massive bombing did not force the North Vietnamese to the negotiating table.

“That is what is likely to happen in Syria — a bloodier, more brutal war as a result of continued U.S. half measures,” Murphy said Saturday.

So which is it, Senator, a fear of "a bloodier, more brutal war", of a condemnation of "half-measures". Murphy wouldn't know, because he really only knows that he doesn't like the elected President of the United States.

No one ever got got elected to Congress on brain power — at least in recent decades, but Murphy is beginning to make Maxine Waters look like she's qualified to join MENSA. 

 

How many Hollywood liberals will attend?

"I ruv you forever — or until your money runs out"

Anthony Scaramucci is renting out a room for prostitutes to meet Johns in his pricy NYC restaurant

The Mooch is helping “Sugar Daddies” hook up with pliant young women seeking “arrangements.”

Anthony Scaramucci’s Midtown restaurant, Hunt & Fish Club, is the venue for Thursday’s “Sugar Social,” where 25 “invited gentlemen” will meet for cocktails and dinner with 35 “stunning women.”

Scaramucci — the Wall Street whiz who was President Trump’s communications director for 10 days — will not be attending. His publicist Howard Bragman told me, “Anthony is happily married.” Scaramucci and his wife, Deidre Ball, reconciled after she filed for divorce last summer.

The email promoting the event promises, “Sugar Socials are our solution to a relationship on your terms — upfront and honest arrangements.” Money typically does change hands.

“Meet with 35 stunning women the first hour over cocktails. Select one (or two, if you like) to join you for dinner . . . Need help choosing the right company? Our host will pair you with someone of interest.”

Bragman said Scaramucci isn’t involved in promoting sex-for-money relationships. “Some club rented out a private room,” the publicist said. “We neither condone nor endorse.”

As a libertarian-leaning limited government type, I don't believe the government has a role in regulating or prohibiting sex  between consenting adults, even if that consent is obtained by payment of cash, or a role in a movie, but the #Metoo crowd does, and as you may have heard, they've been protesting and howling about the issue since last fall.

So, will they be demonstrating outside Scaramucci's restaurant on the night of this sex sale?

Quick sale on Zaccheus Mead

144 Zaccheus Mead Lane, asking $1.950 million, found a buyer in 33 days and closed for $1.925. That's a great improvement over the last time, when it was listed at $2.795 in 2010 and finally sold in 2012 for $1.825; shows what a good price can achieve.

I really liked this house. Built in 1936, it still has a slate roof, and is, to my taste, gracious and even charming (that's probably a biased opinion, because it reminds me very much of the house I grew up in on Riverside's Gilliam Lane).

It has just three bedrooms (room to add one more), and it's "only" 1.5 acres in the R-2 zone, but those 1.5 acres are beautifully planted =, and how much lawn do you want to maintain, anyway?

Seems to me that the buyers got a very nice house for just about the land's value. I hope they're planning to hang on to their (almost) free house.

Old Greenwich contract

Quick sale for 19 Tait Road, asking $1.7895 million. Pretty much a plain vanilla house, but that's a fairly plain vanilla price, for south if the Village, nd Tait's a nice street, so this one makes sense.

The New Yorker explains why its readers must, simply MUST take back control of the country

Christians are sneaking  back into their city

New York has taken to Chick-fil-A. One of the Manhattan locations estimates that it sells a sandwich every six seconds, and the company has announced plans to open as many as a dozen more storefronts in the city. And yet the brand’s arrival here feels like an infiltration, in no small part because of its pervasive Christian traditionalism. Its headquarters, in Atlanta, are adorned with Bible verses and a statue of Jesus washing a disciple’s feet. Its stores close on Sundays. Its C.E.O., Dan Cathy, has been accused of bigotry for using the company's charitable wing to fund anti-gay causes, including groups that oppose same-sex marriage. “We’re inviting God’s judgment on our nation,” he once said, “when we shake our fist at him and say, ‘We know better than you as to what constitutes a marriage.’ ” The company has since reaffirmed its intention to “treat every person with honor, dignity and respect,” but it has quietly continued to donate to anti-L.G.B.T. groups. .... Chick-fil-A’s success here is a marketing coup. Its expansion raises questions about what we expect from our fast food, and to what extent a corporation can join a community.

This emphasis on community ... suggests an ulterior motive. The restaurant’s corporate purpose still begins with the words “to glorify God,” and that proselytism thrums below the surface of the Fulton Street restaurant, which has the ersatz homespun ambiance of a megachurch. David Farmer, Chick-fil-A’s vice-president of restaurant experience, told BuzzFeed that he strives for a “pit crew efficiency, but where you feel like you just got hugged in the process.” That contradiction, industrial but claustral, is at the heart of the new restaurant—and of Chick-fil-A’s entire brand. 

[snip]

It’s worth asking why Americans fell in love with an ad in which one farm animal begs us to kill another in its place. Most restaurants take pains to distance themselves from the brutalities of the slaughterhouse; Chick-fil-A invites us to go along with the Cows’ Schadenfreude. In the portraits at the Fulton Street restaurant, the Cows visit various New York landmarks. They’re in Central Park, where “eat mor chikin” has been mowed into the lawn. They’re glimpsing the Manhattan Bridge from Dumbo, where they’ve modified a stop sign: “stop eatin burgrz.” They’re on the subway, where the advertisements . . . you get the picture. The joke is that the Cows are out of place in New York—a winking acknowledgment that Chick-fil-A, too, does not quite belong here.

Its arrival in the city augurs worse than a load of manure on the F train. According to a report by the Center for an Urban Future, the number of chain restaurants in New York has doubled since 2008, crowding out diners and greasy spoons for whom the rent is too dear. Chick-fil-A, meanwhile, is set to become the third-largest fast-food chain in the nation, behind only McDonald’s and Starbucks. No matter how well such restaurants integrate into the “community,” they still venerate a deadening uniformity. Homogeneous food is comfort food, and chains know that their primary appeal is palliative. With ad after ad, and storefront after storefront, they have the resources to show that they’ve always been here for us, and recent trends indicate that we prefer them over anything new or untested.

Defenders of Chick-fil-A point out that the company donates thousands of pounds of food to New York Common Pantry, and that its expansion creates jobs. The more fatalistic will add that hypocrisy is baked, or fried, into every consumer experience—that unbridled corporate power makes it impossible to bring your wallet in line with your morals. Still, there’s something especially distasteful about Chick-fil-A, which has sought to portray itself as better than other fast food: cleaner, gentler, and more ethical, with its poultry slightly healthier than the mystery meat of burgers. Its politics, its décor, and its commercial-evangelical messaging are inflected with this suburban piety. A representative of the Richards Group once told Adweek, “People root for the low-status character, and the Cows are low status. They’re the underdog.” That may have been true in 1995, when Chick-fil-A was a lowly mall brand struggling to find its footing against the burger juggernauts. Today, the Cows’ “guerrilla insurgency” is more of a carpet bombing. New Yorkers are under no obligation to repeat what they say. Enough, we can tell them. NO MOR.

As Glenn Reynolds has said of similar smug, self-congratulatory audiences. "You want more Trump? This is how you get more Trump."

RELATED: NYC trainload of human waste shipped to Alabama, where it its, rotting and befouling a small town. Southern America sends NYC tasty chicken and in return NYC smugs showers it with shit. That's exactly how New Yorker readers like things, but I wonder how much longer the rest of America will accommodate them?

Trump Derangement Syndrome claims still more victims

Russian Stooge

The latest to hit the news cycle: NRA corrupted by the Ruskies!

A total of $2,500 was received over the period 2012-2016 from as many as 23 different Russians, including Russians living in the United States, the organization has now confessed. Senator Ron Wyden, (D. OR), who has been conducting a one-man investigation into the collusion between the NRA and Putin has now been vindicated, and the taxpayer dollars he's expended proven to have been money well spent.

Dang it, Senator, you caught me, and I give up. As a card-carrying member of the NRA, I now stand ready to appear before the House Un-American Activities Committee and I will not plead the 5th: I will confess that I, and every other fellow member of my organization, was ready, even eager to support Hillary Clinton and her gun-confiscation agenda, until we heard that the Russians had padded our coffers with enough lucre to fund a life-time financial security plan for all five million of us, whereupon we followed instructions,  tuned in our transistor radios at midnight and received secret instructions from Moscow to vote for Trump. 

If you'd like to be amused or depressed on this gloomy Sunday, Google "NRA Russian connection" and see how this nothing burger has driven the press into still another frothing madness. By the time this is all over, the poor children will  be nothing but little pools of spittle on the floor. 

I don't know what you accomplished yesterday, but Kat's day was far more productive than her dad's

Spring salmon run, columbia river, Oregon