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18h10 UTC; WEDNESDAY, 13 AUGUST 2014: No wonder there are such who would just love to exploit mass outpourings of grief and loss over deceased celebrities to cast the target of the mourning into an odious or contemptible light, especially absent clear details as to the cause of death.

Case in point: These remarks from The Oxycontin Boar "himself" on yesterday's broadcast of his programme vis-a-vis the death by self-slaughter of comedian Robin Williams (with emphasis supplied):
So our last caller from Des Plaines, Illinois, wanted to know, “What is the politics in the coverage of the suicide of Robin Williams?” Well, I believe there is some. But I don’t think that the politics is driving it. I think there was, on the part of media and Hollywood, genuine affection for the guy that is driving it, but there is politics. If you notice the coverage is focused on how much he had, but it wasn’t enough. “He had everything, everything that you would think would make you happy. But it didn’t.” Now, what is the left’s worldview in general? What is it? If you had to attach not a philosophy but an attitude to a leftist worldview, it’s one of pessimism and darkness, sadness. They’re never happy, are they? They’re always angry about something. No matter what they get, they’re always angry. They are animated in large part by the false promises of America, because the promises of America are not for everyone, as we see each and every day. I mean, right here there’s a story Fox News website. Do you know, it says right here, that the real reasons that Robin Williams killed himself are he was embarrassed at having to take television roles after a sterling movie career. He had to take movie roles that were beneath him, sequels and so forth, and he finally had to do television just to get a paycheck because he was in so much financial distress. He’d had some divorces that ripped up his net worth, and he had a big ranch in Napa that he couldn’t afford any longer and had to put up for sale, and a house in Tiburon that he couldn’t afford anymore. This is all what’s in the Fox News story. He had it all, but he had nothing. He made everybody else laugh but was miserable inside. I mean, it fits a certain picture, or a certain image that the left has. Talk about low expectations and general unhappiness and so forth. Right here it says that one the contributing factors to Robin Williams deciding to kill himself was “survivor’s guilt.” It’s in the headline. I read that and I thought, “Survivor’s guilt? What? What survivor’s guilt? What?” So I read it, and it turns out that three of his closest friends, the story says — Christopher Reeve, John Belushi, and Andy Kaufman… The source, unnamed in the story, said that Robin Williams felt guilty that he was still alive while his three friends had died young and much earlier than he had. He could never get over the guilt that they died and he didn’t.
The which, unfortunately, implies that "Hollywood elites", by their supposed "liberal" mindsets, have no respect for True Patriot Love Thou Dost in Us Command; hence, are especially prone to mental illness and derangement (and, indirectly, suggests that conservatives, by virtue of being Esteemed and Revered by God, are above error and weakness).

But which, unfortunately, as per usual with such prolefeeders, lacks credible evidence beyond forgeries calling to mind the "Hitler Diaries" such as fooled the German mass-circulation weekly Stern in the spring of 1983 until it emerged that its editor had neo-Nazi sympathies and hooked up with an equally-dodgy collector of Naziania to create the illusion of a kinder, gentler Schicklgruber.

The which, in any event, is so tasteless, so puerile, so repugnant to the memory of Robin Williams, that it's time for advertisers to see the error of their ways in buying advertising on programmes such as this. And for radio stations, especially in smaller or otherwise culturally-deprived markets with few or no other local listening options save for the supposedly "ideologically-suspect" public radio, to drop programmes such as this posthaste if it expects to win back the confidence of its listeners, its advertisers--and the communities they serve.

But what otherwise intervenes, "tax reasons" you're unable to explain at this time?



Staying with the indirect (howbeit "red herring") issues raised previously, Your Correspondent has to wonder if Thy Dear and Lovely Land really needs some sort of "cultural integrity and identity" agenda such as conservatives are subtly insisting on in the interest of National Unity, Integrity and Identity--which, for all we know, calls to mind what the Nazis were promoting through the Kraft durch Frude movement and Afrikaner Nationalists via the Reddingsdaadbond in their respective times; i.e., "cultural identity" reeking of manufactured "race honour and identity" for distractive ends.

Not to mention insisting that Branson's "music shows" be the defining acid test of Amerikanischer Realkultur as turns out to be a "two-track" model requiring, when it comes to the "REAL AmeriKKKan," a puerile and tasteless approach condoning "elegant pornoo" as lacks any plot, story or production values whatsoever (with occasional forays into animal mating behaviours at their most explicit "for variety") and the otherwise tastelessly sensationalised pandering to a stereotypical want in the Lower Classes of morals, decency or common sense. Or, for that matter, the capacity to develop simple, coherent and easily-understood stories.



The Ghosts of Gretna Green are not happy with the Southern Baptist Convention in light of a recent statement they came out with calling for Good Christian Youth to start considering marriage earlier than the statistical American medians of 29 for males and 26 for females, and never mind how much the cost will be in the end; the rationale given therefor is to "preempt Sexual Sin"--whatever that is (and I'm not sure if the term applies to "developing homosexual tendencies" in the impressionable).

(Gretna Green, for the uninitiated, is that infamous village just inside Scotland which was notorious for marriages among the underaged thanks to the Marriage Act 1752, limited only to England and Wales, requiring couples under 21 years to get parental consent beforehand, as well as have the Banns read in church on three Sundays in succession; Scotland, for its part, allowed--and still allows--marriage at 16 years of age, and allowed anyone to perform weddings so long as there were the mininum two witnesses to the ceremony, or reasonable facsimilie thereof. Which, in Gretna Green, was more than likely to be performed "over the anvil" at the Auld Blacksmith's Shop, with the hammer's ringing on same being the moment that two became one.

(Which, especially before World War II, also applied to a number of communities just inside the state line of such with more lenient marriage laws than more conservative such, in particular the sort allowing such as young as 16 to 18 to wed without a Wasserman blood test for syphilis beforehand.)

So till next time, folks: "73"
(Which, incidentally, was railroad telegraphers' shorthand for "goodbye.")


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