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Number 1 song of 1951. Click the graphic for the YT link.
Why this song? This is the first day of winter, with Christmas fast approaching, and it’s my custom to post end-of-year thoughts about this time every year. With the world on the brink of massive change, I find myself looking back to some of what has been lost of our traditions and shared American experience. Rosemary Clooney is an interesting part of that for me. I was born in the time between the song’s reign on charts, Clooney’s biggest hit, and the movie White Christmas, which was released in 1954 and starred Bing Crosby, Danny Kaye, Rosemary Clooney, and Vera-Ellen. Watched it every year when we were kids, a movie as innocent as we were and one I haven’t watched since then. The world changed permanently a decade after I was born and we are still grappling with those changes almost 60 years later. Seemed a good time to remember the distance we have traveled since then.
“Come On A My House” struck me as an appropriate intro to the post, which is addressed to the newcomers at this site. Instapunk Returns has been published over a span of five years, with one year of dormancy while I devoted myself to other projects, and it has recorded my thoughts and observations about a lot of chiefly American topics. I never bought a domain for it, or promoted or advertised it on Google or elsewhere. It found its own steady audience and I add to it as the mood strikes. But something has changed of late. Take a look:
Obviously that’s an election effect. I have some record of what you’re all reading. I know you’re coming in from all over, but I’ve no good information about you’re finding me.
I have some overall numbers that are interesting. There have been 10,000 visits to Instapunk Returns in the last 30 days, but also ~6,000 visits to my other principal blogs, which are rarely linked from my Facebook page. So I can see that some of you are poking around, exploring a bit.
That’s what I’m going to do here. Make it easier to poke around. “Come On A My House.” It’s actually quite a large house. With a lot of fun things to do in it. What follows will be some category subheads, very brief descriptions, and links with instructions to facilitate exploring. No sermons, just travel tips and directions.
Exploring Instapunk Returns
Not going to give you a “Best of” list to tick down. That’s eye-of-the-beholder stuff anyway. The best approach to widening your view of the 560+ posts here is the Keyword Search function at the top of every page. The best approach is to keep search terms short. Avoid adjectives. Focus on nouns and names and acronyms. Here are some tested examples that produce good results: AI, IQ, atheism, music, Biden, Kamala, Harris, AOC, woman, women, feminism, Trump, consciousness, charts, statistics, diagrams, Harvard, Uniparty, RINO, Boomer Bible, election, sex, gender, LGBTQ, and Laird. (Variants of these terms also work: plurals, “ist” instead of “ism”, nouns instead of acronyms and vice versa…) There will often be a link at the end of a page produced by a search to “More Posts.” These are definitely part of the search result and can go on for multiple additional pages, until the prompt for more posts disappears.
The other useful tool for exploring is the Menu box which appears at the upper lefthand corner of the Main Page. The Main Page is always accessible by clicking on the left-pointing arrow that appears at the top of each individual post. The content of the Menu entries consists of links to Pages at IPR or to PDF files.
If you get lost trying to find your way back to a search from an individual post or links within that post, you can always start over quite easily. “Instapunk Returns” typed into your browser will always return you to this site, where you can repeat the search. Takes about 20 seconds. Getting lost following links is no big deal. It’s part of the point of the site. Ultimately, everything is connected.
Which is why other parts of “My House” will be the subject of the rest of this post. I’ve been writing for a long time and produced works in many media, including computer graphics, photographs, videos, audio recordings, and every kind of writing there is. One thing that binds them all together:
My Postulate: “All Writing is Fiction.” There are no exceptions.
Exploring the Instapunk Sites
There have been three major Instapunk sites. The immediate predecessor to this one was Instapunk Rules, which is still freely available, though no longer updated. It was active from 2013 to 2019. This is the best link for accessing it:
Instapunk Rules. I gave it up because it became too long for the capabilities of the provider, Wordpress. I lost the ability to revise or add posts, and the links to the last couple of months are dicey. This link drops you into a date that works fine, and the search function and date headers (thru Dec 2018) should also enable you to look for specific content. It covers everything, like all the Instapunks do. There are 500+ posts to choose from.
Instapunk, the original version, was active from 2004 to 2014. It was worked on continuously throughout those years, generating between two and seven-plus posts per week, for a guesstimated total of 2,000 total entries averaging 400 to 1,000+ words each, usually with multiple custom graphics. Even conservatively estimated, that’s over a million words of text. The link here dumps you into the complete list of linkable weeks:
The site is archived now at the Wayback Machine. There are some missing graphics, usually image or video files of various kinds withdrawn by their originators over time. Internal links to other posts usually work. As with IPR, if you get lost, simply start over from the link here, which also appears on my FB Main Page.
The site also contains its own “Best of” list (sort of, chosen at the time to be representative of scope and variety). Here’s a link to take you to:
Searching through the long list of weeks doesn’t have to be daunting. Picking a date at random can be a quick time capsule reminding you of events you may remember. Alternatively, pick a week that encompasses an event, controversy, or scandal that drew a lot of attention in the press or broadcast news. Very often, you will find a post that discusses it from the Instapunk perspective. (This approach also works at Instapunk Rules.)
Here at IPR, many of you have already discovered the page devoted to the original Instapunk:
These are a work in progress. I add to them when something reminds me of a post I can go looking for at the original site, where many individual posts have their own links at the Wayback Machine. Many have been picked because they are funny. Some, not so much. Often, the links to complete weeks name topics covered in those weeks. A leg up on the big list.
Exploring Other Blogger Sites
There are more than 50 sites of various kinds at Blogger. Most are works in progress (W-I-P), some still not ready for prime time, others tied to a specific point in time, completed, and just part of the record for occasional reference as relevant. The more serious efforts have also been attracting attention of late. How you found them I don’t know, but these are the ones that seem noteworthy or possibly interesting to visitors.
Johnny’s Last Chance Garage. A diary by one of the principal characters from my punk writer saga, Johnny Dodge, who escaped the 1985 Punk City Massacre on the night of the MOVE bombing in Philadelphia. He starts it and writes for some years before departing for parts unknown and leaving his foster daughter behind to continue the writing until she too departs for parts unknown. (She has a site too, but it’s still W-I-P and on the list for when I get the time.
Quantum19. Here might be the parts unknown to which Johnny Dodge departed. There’s talk of a “New Punk City” hiding in plain sight somewhere else in the Punk Multiverse.
Death of the Republic. This is an online book with two components. A series of subject matter posts about the factors that have killed the Republic envisioned by the founders, plus a blog record of the early phases of the Biden administration after it took office. When I did briefly try to peddle this to a publisher, I was informed that a blog is never a book, so fugeddabout it. Never mind that the first novel ever written was in the form of a diary, as was the first pornographic novel (a shameless parody of the aforementioned first novel, ha ha ha). Another work that would be considered a blog were it published now, one of the greatest works of 20th Century history, William Shirer’s Berlin Diary. I’ll stop there. I promised “no sermons.” Sad thing about the publishing world. They’re still nostalgic for the pristine isolation of the typewriter and the line by line by line truth of their own cloistered caves. Sorry. Get on with it, IP. Which leads me to:
Afterpunk. A site I rarely promote. Very self-absorbed and often dark. I’m a writer, you know. We get that way, compelled to confess our own frailties, vanities, fails, empty boasts, and other me-me-me crap, with an occasional spike of illumination. My advice? Leave it alone. Go have fun at any of the following…
The Vomitorium. Things that make me want to throw up. Still a W-I-P. But what’s there is a good start anyway.
The Hillary Borg. Also funny. But more true than is good for any of us.
The Mermaid Organization. A complement to the Hillary site. They are intended to join in the out there of other W-I-P sites. But there’s enough to provide some directional cues to the seekers among us.
Beto Juice. He was a Boomlet. This is a Bloglet of his brief run at the White House. Done and dusted.
The Authors Hall of Attention. Another W-I-P site. More Pages (funny stuff) than Posts. That will change. Have the content, just haven’t got it posted yet. (Trying to kick myself with this reminder.)
The Afterworld. Didn’t get it done in time for the Biden/Harris second term. Got distracted by the election of all things. Curses, foiled again.
Exploring Video Sites
The Johnny Dodge Channel. Video and audio files numbering in the hundreds on all manner of topics. Food for browsing.
The Robert Laird Channel. A smaller collection of videos and audios, used most often to store things for easy use elsewhere, although most items work fine without external context.
Facebook. Includes videos created specifically for FB posts on current events and personalities, as well as audio files including personal material and excerpts from news and other broadcasts. Emphasis on humor on the video side, current events and issues on the audio side.
Boomer Bible Resources
All of these are available free of charge except for the book “Why is There a Boomer Bible?, which can be purchased at Amazon.
The Modern Archive. The complete book available for borrowing in increments of time. Noteworthy for being a page by page photographic copy of every page in the book, proven by the fact that here and there one can detect bleedthrough from the print on the other side of the page. Astonishing somebody did all that work. There’s no cost to borrow it for reading in full screen display mode.
The Original Boomer Bible Website. A vast site originated by fans of the book independently from the author, although he participated extensively after being informed of its existence. Too much content to describe and a lot of concealed but helpful gems of creative thinking about the book.
The Online TBB. It features the three testaments and a Live Intercolumn Reference, although it lacks the two Prefaces, the Book of Boomer Brayer, and the Hymnal.
They’re all shown and available at Amazon, except for The Boomer Bible (TBB), of which they may or may not have a copy.
The Books of R. F. Laird(All formats) 22 or more at this count. Fiction, satire, poetry, cultural commentary, history, and bibles.
TBB can always be procured from various booksellers on the Internet…
Exploring Facebook
There are various arcane ways of searching and exploring Facebook, from which I have been suspended multiple times, shadow-banned for months at a time, and generally regarded as a delinquent member. I have posted there off and on, more on than off to be frank, over a period of 10 years. There’s not that much overlap with my blog content, since my FB posts are more focused on what the mass media are talking about, whereas my own websites are focused on what I’m thinking about. You can get a good sense of this by selecting from my FB image files, which are indicative of post content and, when clicked on, display the image full,size with the accompanying post text. Clever feature. You can browse from here:
They’re shown in reverse order, newest first. Might be worth your while to give it a try. Guessing you’re still allowed to comment, no matter how old the posts are.
Yes, it became an annual Nightline Ceremony Now that the first battlefield casualties of ‘Trump’s Iran War’ have been recorded (6 as of 3/2/26), Ivan hear the bells tolling on the soundtrack of the Alphabet News networks lamenting the names of dead military personnel they don’t care about in any other respect. Soldier deaths are one more cudgel that can be used to beat the America First crowd with. We’ve been here before. The article reproduced below is one I wrote for the original Instapunk blog almost exactly 20 years ago. The occasion was a forthcoming — and much promoted — edition of Nightline dedicated to intoning all the names, one by one, of American military personnel killed in Iraq. A not so subtle undermining of ‘Bush’s Iraq War,’ by a TV program that began as a nightly update on the American hostages taken by Iran in November 1979 after Jimmy Carter handed that nation over to the Ayatollah Khomeini. The ironies abound. Nightline was outraged by the plight of the ...
In sunnier days, this would probably have been a Friday Follies post. But we’re talking a wilder take on recent antics being fed us through the mass media. More like Friday FAFO Fun. Just how batshit crazy we should feel about the hallucinogenic diet we’re on depends more than somewhat on what side of the aisle we’re viewing it from. For example, if you’re MAGA, as many of my readers are, you probably feel compelled to check in on the War Room on a fairly regular basis. Where the hunt seems to be on for that one more fatal trap the cunning Dementocrats will be using to steal yet another election. I’m not taking questions here. This is just how the daily drear if RAV is striking me. Note that the part of “Hang On” Steve is being played here by Jon Voight, and wait for the relief of seeing Julie “the Smart One” Kelly being played by Sigourney Weaver. You and I should consider ourselves Stanley. Is that better or worse than being one of wet behind the ears voyeurs of the left ...
DISCLAIMER: If you’re anything like me (attentive to the things I’m attentive to), you’re behind the curve in this whole podcasting phenomenon. I’d seen short clips of podcasts at ‘X’-Twitter, heard about the land office business Tucker Carlson was doing right after he left Fox, and didn’t pay that much attention to people like Joe Rogan until Barron Trump suddenly got credit for stealing the media narrative from the alphabet media (ABC, CBS, NBC, MSNBC, CNN, PBS, NYT, WAPO) during the election campaign. Honestly, I’d regarded solo “pundits” filming themselves being smarter than everyone else as an opportunity for satire rather than serious analysis. Why this disclaimer. I have put my own oar in the podcasting water. Several times. Trying to figure out how normal people could produce a regular series of programs on their own hook. So I took a crack at it on the down low. I wake up early, long before dawn, so I experimented with filming myself on the iPad. Without a printer I coul...
Jesse Jackson (1942-2026) Honestly tried to find an appropriately hagiographic portrait of Mr. Jackson on the occasion of his death, but I came up pretty empty. Mostly photos of him with other famous people, usually Democrats and Civil Rights bigwigs. I really did make an effort to turn an old photo of him into something more. His was a career full of activity and effort but little glamor. He ran for President twice in two of the weakest candidate pools the Dems Hadhad before the current slagpile. In 1984 he lost the nomination to Mondale, who went on to lose 49 of 50 states. In 1988 he polled worse than Al Gore and Michael Dukakis, who also lost bigly in the general. What little attention I paid him then and subsequently is probably due to his participation in the phenomenon of Reagan Derangement Syndrome, that new streak of personal hatred which entered National Democrat politicking after Watergate. Then he gradually dropped away into the background. Honestly, I probably would l...
With all the ruckus about U.S. athletes showing off their jock insight about politics and patriotism this year (“me, me, effing ICE killers, and uh, me”), I haven’t paid much attention to the competitions in Milan, a city in which I had some fine evenings decades ago. Why spoil those memories with graceless images of Ugly Americans embarrassing themselves and us? What has seeped through my indifference is four American performances on, ironically, ice. Two were disasters, gold medal candidates in figure skating who failed dismally under the Olympic spotlight, and two sterling American gold medal victories by a charismatic young legal immigrant from China and a Women’s Ice Hockey Team that beat Canada thrillingly in Overtime. Any karma involved here and there? Could be. Regardless, I’m not going to replay any of these turns on ice here. Let the dead past bury its dead self and let the long lasting glow of triumph reveal itself again at intervals as occasions warrant. Why such a hig...
Ontogeny recapitulates philogeny. There’s an intensely contemporary reason for taking a close look at Scientology. The Swamp is so huge it seems like the Borg. But what are the stripped down essentials of the Borg? Here’s a look at a laboratory example, a microcosm if you will. In the interests of full disclosure, I did encounter Scientology back in the weird year of 1968. I was in Boston, got scooped in to a “Dianetics” exercise, and got speedily thrown out for having too much “charge” to participate. The one in charge was blond, bland to the point of creepy, and I almost (but not quite) succeeded in making him lose his temper. In further interests of disclosure, I spent years on Facebook, debating Trump-haters. They did lose their tempers. But they also exhibited the exact same repetition of Talking Points the lefties (and Scientologists) employ. Exact. Same. Words. How I made the cult connection. Overview Like it says. Troublemaker. Destroy Utterly Horror Show Squared More ... ...
One of these gentlemen was named Hugh Walpole. F-a-a-a-mous Writer. Some other famous writer once wrote that “the good is oft interrèd with their bones.” It’s no secret that the reputation of Stephen King has taken a bit of a hit of late. Too much with the tongue-lashing of Donald Trump for some of his more down-home fans. Should this extremely rich and prolifically prolific author be fretting about his legacy in the annals of literature? Hard to say. Have you heard of the prominent writer and “Commander of the British Empire (CBE) Hugh Walpole? No, not Horace. He was the one who wrote so swimmingly about fishing. This was Hugh, who has quite a lengthy write up at Wikipedia. Here are the most salient excerpts: WIKI: <<Sir Hugh Seymour Walpole , CBE (13 March 1884 – 1 June 1941) was an English novelist. He was the son of an Anglican clergyman, intended for a career in the church but drawn instead to writing. Among those who encouraged him were ...
A soul needs exercise, especially when confronting turbulent times in life. It needs to stretch wide, dig deep, unify the mind by way of the many senses we are born with. Music is the perfect soul exercise. Here’s a collection, without explanation, in no particular order, which means you’re free to pick your own. Hang on to this link. Come back at intervals. Don’t be afraid to stretch or dig. Being afraid is the very worst state of being. Time to overcome it and breathe again. Maria Callas, Un Bel Di: Gershwin, Rhapsody in Blue: Tom Waits, Hold On: Chopin, Nocturne Op. 9, No. 2: Duke Ellington, Mood Indigo: Ry Cooder, Crossroads: Rachmaninov, Sym 2, Adagio: Copland, Appalachian Spring: Nina Simone, Sinnerman:[Good lifelong Democrat. All the klansmen… Democrats. Still love her] Celtic Woman, Coast of Galicia: Mozart, Clarinet Concerto in A Major: Gorecki, Symphony of Sorrowful Songs: Rolling Stones, Heaven: Johnny Cash, Redemption Day: Maria Callas, La Bohème: Miles Davis/John Coltrane,...
Welcome to the world of One Hit Wonders. A club I belong to because I only ever had one book published by the American book publishing industry. Written about that elsewhere, so I won’t labor the point here. It’s the easiest way to dispense with my writing and my life. I get that. A lot of people, including MeTwo, think I’m a failure. I probably am. On the other hand, I think it’s time to look at other One Hit Wonders (OHW), who have become to my own mind Guilty Pleasures. I’d be happy to be in their company. As a note to remember, I looked for Lowry’s book at the Internet Archive site. Not there. I’m there three times at least. Maybe I didn’t die right away… First one. To my wife, who according to MeTwo and her own confirmation, no longer likes me, always returns to this OHW from the Golden Age of MTV: Me? She may not like me, but I still like her. Told her so yesterday. The only woman I can still talk to. She spars, she punches (verbally), and I have never called he...
No, I’m not going 100 percent Youtube on you. Truth is, the post I did the other day about the Progs getting nutso when elections don’t go their way was an accident. I was really searching for the songs I’ll be posting here, and those political clips kept showing up in the sidebar. So I grabbed a few of them just to remind you that they really are out of their minds out there. Right now, of course, a lot of MAGA people are also out of their minds, with very little power or insight about what’s going on behind the media tantrums. That’s why i started collecting this little musical refuge. When is it the right time to party? By which I don’t mean drug yourself into a coma but find a sound and a best that will make you dance or at least reach a philosophical state of equilibrium. It’s always time for that. Because not all party songs are happy things. Some of them are quiet reflective moods when the dancing and singing are winding down. Not a bad place to be when you thi...
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