InstaPunk Returns

Told You So. Some things you might need to know, going forward .

My pre-frontal lobes seem to keep growing. I can remember the name of my first grade teacher. And the 4 year old child she lost. Also Andy Sweeney, whom I wrote about when I was 16. He died. Lots of death in my life. Les Egerman, Sig Miller, Howard Levin, Steven Quinn, and all the deaths in place who didn’t stop breathing but never lived again. Skip Truesdale, Archie Gwathmie, Ron Thorpe, Page Grubb, Philip Core, Will Martin, Robyn Basichis, George Ward, Frank Freudberg, Dan Lee, Mark Long, Joshua Lake, Peter Chamberlain, Brian Lott, all the ones who never made their fiercest dreams come true. I worked hard for all your dreams.  I pretty much did make my dreams come true. There’s some concern I might be losing my memory. I just have too much memory. So stop worrying that I can’t remember what happened in 1820. Called Compromise . Which I have never done. Sadly, he’s dead. Just 67. Perhaps more sadly, I’m not. But we all git there, mostly the ones don’t back down. Still not backin...

Read the highlighted articles. Three in a row from the same lefty apologist-reporter. Only the headline tries (weakly) to reframe the content. This is journalistic malpractice.

  Looks like someone who’s still carrying a torch for Hillary. Just saying. What’s her background? And what conceivable value does Breitbart see in publishing her coverage of WOKEspeak shills without making any attempt to fact check them? Hard to think of any answer but “We can do fake news too, which makes us look objective.” Uh, no it doesn’t. It makes you look like fools. Here’s a list of Pam Key’s recent stories at Breitbart : Read-em and weep. Or laugh your ass off. QUESTION FOR EXTRA CREDIT: And what’s with the repeated stories about the discredited outsider Michael Cohen and his inane speculations supporting the Dem legal witch-hunt against Trump? (Groundless, fact-free, and histrionically self-serving.) Too many vodka tonics at lunch by the Breitbart staff? You tell me.

Who would you have to be to not like this??!! Women Rule!!! You know it, girl. And who’s singing? Bad boys!!! We love-em!!! But this I have no explanation for. Maybe the residual guy in me. Full frontal and fat is still fun…

  Gonna be a woman now. How I’m identifying from here on in. Whole world of opportunity opens up. I’m still good looking, in a Cruella Deville sort of way, which should work out because I’m not into sex with men. Does that make me an ‘L’ or a ‘Q’? Either way, I get to go in the Ladies Room. (Lip smacking noises.) I can play fem when the ‘Y’ is open so to speak. Because when nobody’s straight anymore, only the straight gets right to the nub. So to speak. All that’s beside the point, though. What I want is to be married to an up and coming Democrat politician. Right away I know he’s dumb as fuck and has no balls. A girl like me can work with that. I’ll get him teen girlfriends, and pictures of same, and then he’ll do what I say. No need to mess around with showing up in Congress or the Senate. Given his clout and my swishy skirt, a cabinet post should be in the offing. Close to the president would be even better. Maybe Chief of Staff. I can get old mush-brain all the hair to sniff h...

 Hatred? I choose not to play. Joyful, joyful, we adore thee.

Mankind produces great monumental works, especially champions of man against the power of the seas and oceans. I’ve been privileged to board many such gorgeous vessels. A sampling: The RMS Queen Elizabeth, longest passenger liner in the Cunard fleet. The Italian Line Leonardo da Vinci, sister ship of the doomed Andrea Doria, and most beautiful ever. The Presidential yacht Sequoia (FDR) and later Williamsburg (Truman) The S.S. United States, longest and fastest ocean liner ever. Did all I could to save her. All efforts to save the United States ended in failure. I was on board all of them. Almost died on the Leonardo. Hurricane Beulah, 1963. 135 mph winds. Left my family sitting on the main lounge floor at age 10 to go stare into the abyss through the promenade windows.  All of these beautiful vessels died as burned and forgotten wrecks. I’m still here, More’s the pity. Seen plenty of other kinds of abysses since. No PTSD to report. Until now. The Death of the Republic , while predi...

 Dear Lisa, Thank you for your thoughtful response. I understand the objections to Death of the Republic as a traditional print book. When you describe the content as a blog, however, I can’t help inferring a certain snobbery at work. Yes, the content could be reworked along more conventional lines, but it would rapidly become academic rather than evocative. What’s the worst thing about blogs? They are temporal things, closely tied to timelines and topical furors. They are seen as emotional, largely uninformed outbursts rather than real writing. I get that. The first novel ever written was a blog. Pamela. We remember Samuel Pepys and James Boswell for their diaries, the first of which was written, oops(!), before the first novel. In which case Pepys invented blogging before Richardson invented the novel — based on the same device.  The novel has since died, killed by — among others — me. It no longer serves as a vehicle of truth. Whereas diaries still can. Witness William Shi...

Not celebrating Independence Day on this Fourth of July. We’ve lost our Independence and very possibly the soul of our nation. A poisonous sickness far worse than COVID has infected the body politic. The perverse idiots of the left have redefined patriotism as hating America, our founding fathers, the flag, and white people generally. They are deliberately seeking to provoke white violence with almost every policy position they espouse. It’s a filthy game designed not to govern but to pave the way for the end of constitutionally assured liberties once and for all.  The thing about every game, though, is that there is always the option Not to Play. I choose not to play. Spend the Fourth however you will, shrieking, fulminating, propagandizing, or protesting same. Just leave me out of it. I won’t be watching.  

Evaluating pre-election polling following 2020 At the 2021 virtual conference of the American Association for Public Opinion Research (AAPOR), a task force presented the findings from their official assessment of 2020 pre-election polling.  [1] The findings confirmed what general suspicions and early analysis had shown: That 2020 polls collectively overstated support for Democrats in every contest and generated the highest polling errors in “at least 20 years.” [2]  However, the task force was unable to determine what caused the error with the available data, only that it was “consistent with systemic non-response.” The conclusions, or lack thereof, from the task force are disappointing on one dimension. That an all-star group of hard-working researchers in the industry did not provide concrete answers to what went wrong is somewhat disheartening. By the same token, however, that could be good for the industry overall in two ways: It could help reset expectations for pre-elect...

  Speaking of Revolutions. One you can put your heart behind. Play it again and again. Prince Rogers-Nelson. The best ever. Yeah. Androgynous, we don’t care. Black, white, somewhere in between, we don’t care. Get it? WE DON’T CARE. Never did, assholes. The greatest rock star of all time.