InstaPunk Returns

 Somebody won my heart. 79th Fighter Group. My dad was there.  Here’s the thing. I wrote a whole book about my WWI Rainbow Division grandfather. He had a diary, from before to after. Nothing like that for my dad. Everything I learned about him came from a few martinis and a handful of cues from the 79th Fighter Group. My dad was a different thing.   I did post a response a month ago. Told him my dad was not your likely fighter pilot. Showed him a pic. With extraordinary coincidental resonances that had already been published in the Providence Journal. Thought I could do what others are doing at the 79th Fighter Group. Dropped lines of remembrances. Discovered I can’t do those. Now I can tell you.  We belonged to a select set called Hine Quarters. Hiney, the host in charge, had a bottomless hole of booze and fun times. We lived a mile away. We went to their parties. The Hine kids and the Laird kids were best friends, and we watched the parties. The core of the group was something called

A surprise leader of the new organization has emerged with a bang, so to speak. To put it mildly, not all the rabid pro-abortion types are entirely happy with the physical appearance of some of their not too well groomed sistren. This is when it began to seem to some that a new beat was called for. A first strike against the “negative image” projected by many of the protesters at the Supreme Court was struck the second night of the SCOTUS encampment. There’s actually more than one version of their inaugural photograph making the rounds. Here’s one arrived by snail mail in a brown envelope. Not surprisingly, some of the more veteran hotties have been quick to jump on the bandwagon. Cher Madonna Pink Chelsea Handler Kamalto Harris Joy Behar Still, it would seem that the real star of this new show-and-yell campaign is going to be Miley Cyrus, who has gathered the necessary funds for a rollout of coast-to-coast billboards (where legal, which they aren’t everywhere. Not yet.) Here’s the new

As it turned out Señor Rasmussen wasn’t really joking about his castle. Since his polling firm was acquired by a joint venture of George Soros* and the Bilderberger Group, the retired pollster had managed to acquire quite the estate on Long Island. It’s called Rassmassa Estate for some reason. The event he had organized was by way of a lifetime thank you to the veteran corps of “Likely Voters” (nicknamed ‘LVs’ or more familiarly, ‘Luvvies’) who participated in constant presidential approval polls over a great many years. They had become a major component of his professional reputation, and now that he was passing them on to the new owners and no longer touched base with them himself anymore, the aging pollster wanted to say thanks and probably goodbye. In their honor he had also invited an old friend, Mike Pence, to do an official greeting and a folksy press-the-flesher for about 10 minutes. Not everyone recognized him. Some thought he was Clinton, some Romney, some Biden, and a few (n

  Michael Rapaport. The TV Consort of Amy Schumer. Yecch. Guess he’s supposed to be a star. Seen him in a couple things, and he always makes me feel… well, more about that later. He’s been making some noise lately about the Roe decision, because he’s this highly educated… uh, no he he isn’t. WIKI Says:  << Rapaport was born in   New York City , the son of June Brody, a New York radio personality, and David Rapaport, a radio executive who was the general manager of the   All-Disco   format at New York radio station   WKTU Disco 92 . He has a brother named Eric Rapaport[4][5] and an older half-sister named   Claudia Lonow   (née Rapaport) via his father's prior marriage. After his parents divorced, Rapaport's mother married comic Mark Lonow, who owned   The Improv   with   Budd Friedman . Rapaport grew up on the  Upper East Side  of  Manhattan , near 70th Street and York Avenue. He is  Ashkenazi Jewish ; his family is originally from  Poland  and  Russia .  Rapaport had a h

She didn’t smile much in her photographs WIKI SAYS:  “Margaret Higgins Sanger  (born  Margaret Louise Higgins ; September 14, 1879 – September 6, 1966), also known as  Margaret Sanger Slee , was an American  birth control  activist,  sex educator , writer, and nurse. Sanger popularized the term "birth control", opened the first birth control clinic in the United States, and established organizations that evolved into the  Planned Parenthood Federation of America . Sanger used her writings and speeches primarily to promote her way of thinking. She was prosecuted for her book  Family Limitation  under the  Comstock Act  in 1914. She feared the consequences of her writings, so she fled to Britain until public opinion had quieted. Sanger's efforts contributed to several judicial cases that helped legalize contraception in the United States.[4] Due to her connection with Planned Parenthood, Sanger is a frequent target of criticism by  opponents of abortion .  However, Sanger d

Well, There’s Tommy. When you adopt rescue dogs, it’s similar to adopting children from orphanages. The people you deal with want them to find good homes. They don’t themselves always know what precise circumstances the orphans came from, and they are to be forgiven on the basis of their general altruism. We got two new ones a month or so ago. We are happy with them overall, but the picture we got of who they are, even to each other, was not not accurate. They are both evidently younger than the ages quoted to us. They are, surprisingly, not Mixed breeds but likely purebreds both — Border Terrier and Papillon. Websites for both breeds were immediate in confirming our suspicions about this. But on the downside, they are clearly not any kind of a bonded pair. They are living separate lives in our household because given a chance, they attack one another with flashing teeth and claws. We can live with all that. The Border Terrier living upstairs with my wife and me, Tommy, has had serious

Long time since I reported on our newest addition, Eddie. Not that he’s been escaping our attention, but I’ve been distracted — oh mild word! — by the death of my indispensable iPad with its 300 Word files and 11,000 images, as well as political goings on and right wing media betrayals that arouse all my deepest ire. Plus ongoing shenanigans of our other new arrivals Tommy and Zippy… Sorry. I haven’t even had time to order the dutifully necessary warning sign that our vulnerable-looking country property is protected not by guns but by a force not even thugs want reckon with. That first night, he didn’t like the sound of wind in the trees and we saw this face: But we said “Settle,” and he did. Like a lamb. Unlike the Papillon and the Border Terrier. Who are, well, not lambs… but more about them later. What became clear early was that we were not fooling ourselves about the deep resemblance between Dobermans and Greyhounds despite the glaring superficial differences. One wearing a hands

  See the article link here . People who follow me on Facebook are well aware that I have keyed on contributor Pam Key  as a pernicious Fifth Column saboteur of Breitbart’s supposedly conservative mission. She is not a reporter. She does no research, provides no context, and never does ANY fact-checking. She just tapes MSNBC and CNN broadcasts, plays them into her word processor’s dictation function, then adds a few “he saids” and “she continued’s” to the resulting copy before emailing it to the boss. To paraphrase Truman Capote, this isn’t journalism, it isn’t writing, it isn’t even typing. She seeks out, exclusively, irrelevant and usually agèd patriarchs of the seventies new left — Carl Bernstein, Robert Woodward, John Dean, Geraldo Rivera, et al — that ran Nixon out of office, because they’re the ones who in their dotage want to pull off the same trick one more time and get angrier and angrier every day that Trump remains a free and potent force. And she especially loves Laurence T