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Sunday, 13 September 2026

Lie, Man!

You'll See

Conrad has long had an interest in Slavic culture, which is my cowardly way of saying Ruffian culture, which of course - obviously! - got turned on it's head circa 22nd February 2022.  I now delight in using the Ukrainian equivalent of spellings for geographical locations that, for many decades post-Second Unpleasantness, used the Ruffian variant.  Thus, 'Belgorod' becomes 'Bilhorod', 'Odessa' becomes 'Odesa' and, most tellingly of all, 'Kiev' becomes 'Kyiv'.  Art!


     No, that's not Kyiv.  It's Lyman, pronounced 'Lih-Mon', a city that the orcs conquered in early 2022 and then lost in September 2022, and whom have been trying to re-conquer ever since.  Unsuccessfully.  One can only speculate at the orc losses, as they don't bother to inform anyone about them.

     SO!  I warn you that this may be another single-item blog as there's a lot to get through concerning Lyman, lying and lemons.  I want to acknowledge Professor Gerdes, various Tweeters, the 'Daily Express', the Institute for the Study of War, Dagens and that bird outside that keeps going 'EEE-haw'.

     So!  The Prof did a vlog that claimed the Ruffian summer offensive had failed.   He puts up detailed information to support his assertions, beginning with details of a collapse of the orc positions on the Lyman front.  Art!

Thank you 'Tendar'
     This is the Ruffian 'Lyman salient', and The Prof takes time to explain what a salient is: a bulge, basically.  The Ukrainians have now destroyed it in a counterattack that has, to quote 'Chris0-wiki' caused the routing of Ruffian regiments, inflicted heavy losses and caused a partial collapse of the front.  Ruffian forces west of the Zherebets River have been destroyed in a rout that took back in weeks what the orcs had taken a year to conquer.  Ooops.  Art!

     On a larger scale, this is the 'Deep State' map of the affected area.  They word closely with the Ukrainian MOD, so don't update maps for at least 48 hours to prevent the orcs from gaining useful intelligence.  The salient is still there, but The Prof added in a red line to show where things are on the ground.  The orcs' chances of now capturing Lyman are thus reduced to 0%.  Art!


     That, lest ye be of defective vision, is 'Sviatohirsk'.  Note how far behind the front lines it is.  In late August Putinpot declared that it had been captured, in what would have been a major military victory for Mordorvia.  Art!

It's hardly a city.  More a large town.

     Art!

Courtesy 'The Telegraph'

     Capturing this town would enable the orcs to outflank and attack Lyman, putting it in the crosshairs of a pincer movement that would then threaten the Ukrainian 'fortress belt' cities in Donetsk.  

     What's that saying?  "Huge If True".

     Well, what is reality, papa? because it wasn't true.  The Officer Commanding the Ukrainian 3rd Army Corps, one Andrei Biletsky, took a selfie video of himself walking around Sviatohirsk in broad daylight, also insulting Putinpot along the way.  I love a chap whom can multi-task.  Art!


     He looks like three dockers welded together!  Yes, he would make a juicy drone target but is miles behind the lines and thus relatively safe.  Art!


     The Prof put up a map of the 'fortress belt' cities that you can see here.  With any threat from Lyman to the north eliminated, the orcses have been set back many months in their biggest defeat of 2026 (so far!).  One feels as if looking at the maps of the Western Front in France and Flanders one hundred and ten years ago, wh

     ANYWAY what was the cause of this ongoing collapse?  O I thought you'd never ask - Art!

               

     Lie, man!  The Prof skits himself at the end of his vlog about his varying pronunciation of 'Lyman', which covers all possible variants.  HOWEVER, this particular variant is why the Ruffians suffered so badly.  Their junior commanders were lying to their more senior commanders about how much ground they held, and those senior commanders were lying to their senior commanders, who were in turn lying to their seniors, and then the lies get institutionalised in the Kremlin.  Hence Putinpot's nonsense claims.  It is far, far better to lie about the situation in the Ruffian army than tell the truth, for the truth leads to falling out of windows.
     This is not mere hyperbole - a splendid name for a band, methinks - and is backed up by Ruffian milbloggers having an epic meltdown on their Telegram channels.  Art!


     'Two Majors' is a RUFFIAN milblogger, and he has to 'hint strongly' otherwise the FSB will be paying him a call.  He should perhaps adopt the 'Fighterbomber' workaround and call the Ruffian army 'Laotian'.  The sad fact of the orcs is that it is better for their commanders to lie upwards than report negative information or failure to meet targets.  Or 'norms' as the Red Army used to call them.  Art!

     'Artjockey', once again for the hard of thinking is a RUFFIAN milblogger.  These are the people that want to win in Ukraine and destroy it as an independent nation with it's own language, culture and civilisation, but whom are getting increasingly vocal about how corruption and inefficiency in Mordorvia is making that a vanishingly unlikely prospect.  They can only go so far before risking arrest and imprisonment, since criticising Bunker Grandad Dwarf is blasphemy, and 'Hey I'm a Z-patriot!' might not bear up in court.

     'Laotian', Artjockey, 'Laotian'.  Art!


     Here The Prof puts up illustrations made by 'Clement Molin', a French Youtuber who does excellent open-source intelligence work on Ukraine, and whom addressed the geography of the Ruffian salient at Lyman.  Art!



     The orcs are now back to where they were in May 2025 - 16 months of progress erased in just 3, with 200 square kilometres liberated by the Kozaky.  200 km² is verrrry small beer compared with the total geography of Ukraine, but it's negative mathematics that the orcs ought to be totally owning given their egos and ambitions.  Instead the Ukrainians are looking to advance on Terny.  Art!


     I cannot see Terny on this picture, but bear in mind this is from two and a half years ago and the front lines have barely moved, and you're there.

     More misery for the Mordorvians.  Conrad rather doubts this will ever, ever, EVER get reported inside Ruffia, but one of the spearpoint units involved in the Kozaky Lyman counterattack is the 'RDK' unit, made out of anti-Putin Ruffians willing to take up arms on behalf of Ukraine. They must have testicles the size of Kherson melons to act this way, as the best they can expect if captured is a merciful bullet in the brainpan.  Along with the Strugatsky Brothers, Kir Bulychev and Boris Akunin, proof that orcs are not beyond redemption.  Art!


     Not sure if we can count this, it's source is a Polish novel.

     ANYWAY according to an orc soldier fending off his vengeful expatriates, "They're fresh, well-supplied and have armoured vehicles, whilst our own men are lugging shells on foot for thirty kilometres".  Yes, this is what I would call the 'Full Monty' doctrine, after Field Marshal Montgomery, whom was a colossal bottomhole in real life but who knew how to win battles.  Firstly, make the enemy dance to your tune.  Secondly, attack with overwhelming force at the weakest point of your enemy's line.  Thirdly, ensure your logistics are covered.  Art!


     A Ruffian regiment contains from as few as 1,000 men to as many as 2,000.  So, between 3 to 6 thousand orc losses.  On one stretch of the front.  Over a few days.  No wonder they're sending cripples into combat.  Either that or the front collapses for dozens of kilometres to a depth of dozens of kilometres, and indeed this is what Ruffian milbloggers have been wailing about.

Art!


     Only here because I want it to be.  

     We're still not finished on the orc subject matter but you don't want another 1,200 words on the same subject, do you?






Wishbone Ash Hash

No!  This Is Not About The Band

Are they still around?  I doubt it, their heyday was back in the Seventies, which is a good 50 years ago.  I remember Sir John Peel playing a track - "Throw Down The Sword"? - that I recorded yet wasn't particularly struck on.  From their album 'Argus' which is apparently one of their best.  Art!


     So, no, this Intro is not about the band - whom I see are still around and touring.  Rather, it is about TREE LAW!  Yes, I thought that would get your attention.  

     The source was a Youtube short video put out by 'The Law Says What?', less than two minutes long, so I was bothered that it might not be long enough, until I covered a side of A4 with my trademark scrawl.  Art!


     There they are.  No, she's not freakishly short, he's 6' 9".  Married Harvard law graduates.

     ANYWAY they put up the video short in April 2026.  You see, Ash Tree Owning Lambasting Litigant, hereafter ATOLL, had two mature ash trees growing on their property.  Said property backed onto a lot being built upon by DOofus Development Org, hereafter DODO.  No, the dodo lived on a volcanic island not a coral one, but I like the symbolism.  Art!


     The lot in question and one of the ash trees.  DODO claimed that they needed to trim branches off the trees that protruded onto their lot, notifying ATOLL via a letter left in their mailbox.  Art!


     Heavily redacted but it retains the date 13th February 2026, and that this was in Campbell County, possibly in the South Bay area of the city of San Jose, California.  This location is verrry important later on and we'll come to that later.  DODO informed what they were going to do - no consultation with ATOLL at all - and included the line "will also not be responsible for the health, stability, or ongoing condition of the tree following the trimming work."

     TLSW? chap interposes at this point in the clip and says this is not how the law works.  Simply stating that you're not responsible for the consequences of an action does not protect you in any legal way, unlike the example of bankruptcy.  He also makes an horrendous pun about 'going out on a limb here' which his wife theatrically rolls her eyes at.  She then clarifies that it's not illegal to cut off tree limbs that cross the property line BUT there is a legal 'Duty To Be Reasonable', which translates into plain English and logic as not trimming the trees so much they suffer or die.  Art!


     ATOLL was aghast at what DODO had done to her trees, reducing them to dead stumps, evidenced above.  Note that DODO's trimming contractor seems to have cut down as much as possible from their side of the fence, possibly hoping to avoid trespassing charges.

     Freakishly-tall chap further details Californian tree law, which can charge - altogether now - TREBLE DAMAGES, if a court finds DODO responsible.  Conrad did a bit of shovel work and found that large, mature ash trees like this can cost between $3,000 and $15,000 to replace.  This is worked out by certified arborists using the Trunk Formula Technique - not a sequence of words you ever expected to hear today - collating the cost of replacement, size, aesthetic value, placement and shade provided.  Thus, even at the bottom end, DODO would be looking at $18,000 and for the upper bound <gasp!> $90,000.  Plus the value of the timber, which was taken away, although that only comes to about $200.  Plus the cost of removing the stumps and potential landscaping mitigation.  Say between $20,000 and $100,000.  Ouch.  Does DODO feel like pulling that wishbone and making this all go away?  Art!


     What they should have done, to prevent legal action against them, was hire one of the above and assess the ash trees  BEFORE approaching ATOLL and the City authorities.  If DODO allege that the trees were a nuisance or potentially dangerous, they have only their own hearsay to fall back on, not a legally recognised entity.

     TLSW? then mention specific City Ordinances that protect various species of tree over a certain diameter.  Conrad checked further and ash trees are a protected species in Campbell county; a permit is needed to carry out any work on an ash tree that is over 12" diameter at a height of 4' 6" above the ground.  ATOLL's ashes were 18" so that's a City Ordinance broken right there.  Any judge dealing with this case would also see the letter DODO sent and proving intent and premeditation.

     ATOLL should also get a certified arborist to check out the tree stumps before removal, because California is experiencing a threat to the ash from Emerald Borer Beetles, and again that judge would be even less happy if both dead trees were free from this infestation.  Art!


      There are a couple of Comments I want to add.

@flambokuma2299

5 months ago

Native Californian here, yes tree laws are very serious here. God forbid you even look at an Oak Tree the wrong way and city officials go ape


rugaslightingme

6mo ago

Exactly, as an attorney, if this was my area of law, I’d be giddy to take the case.

     Every Commenter expressed that DODO were utterly effed, especially with that incriminating letter.  One person suggested informing the City, which might impose a Stop Work order on DODO, which would make them cave immediately.

     HOWEVER! I have checked and as of mid-September the case has either been resolved with the imposition of an Non-Disclosure Agreement, or it's yet to come to trial.

     Wowsers, 947 words from a 1 minute 50 second short vid.  Truly I am creative!


Back To Brucie

Pennington, that is.  Another slide from the 'Sci-Fi Art' Youtube channel.  Art!


     Unusually for Ol' Brucie, this is a pen and ink study, rather than a painting.  It looks a bit detailed to be the inspiration for a painting, and I cannot find out any more information about it.  The pen and ink drawing I used on yesteryon's blog was dated by Brucie himself as '30-12-1976', so that may date this one in similar fashion.  

     Oooooh!  I'm going to include the next slide.  Art!


     So it was used as an inspiration.  Still no luck in finding out if it was cover art.  Soz.

     Still over 2 minutes of slides to get through.  I like to keep you informed.


Whilst On The Subject Of Books

I am looking over the search results that came from Googling 'Books similar to Greybeard" and came across this one.  Art!


     Yes, I have read it, although not for decades.  There was something about hot-air balloons and bombs to be used against the alien Masters, and the protagonist's brother sacrificing himself.  Art!


     I couldn't leave you without a Tripod, could I?  For your information, the aliens are so alien that they cannot breath good terrestrial air, and have to mooch about in big sealed tripods that keep their own horrid atmosphere within.


More Of Books

Art!


      I've never heard of either author or book, and don't consider myself any intellectually poorer for that lack.  It's an autobiography about Zweig's life, which I'm sure he found fascinating but rather less so for philistines like Conrad, whose mind is perpetually occupied by the phrase 'Can you eat it?'

Art!


     Or Eric Arthur Blair, as we in the know call him.  One of his most famous works, and yes, I've read it a couple of times, but again not for decades, as it's incredibly bleak and depressing.  SPOILER ALERT Big Brother wins in the end.  

     Worth reading at least once to see how it has shaped opinions and philosophy since it was published and I believe Peter Cushing delivered a career-best in an early television version.

      Probably banned in Mordorvia.  Hang on -

    Not!  But The Authorities don't like it.  What a surprise.  Putinpot doubtless has a very dog-eared version he makes notes from. 


     And that's all!

Allow Me

To Beguile You With Something Attractive For Once

I do apologise about using an awful photo of King Piggy that may have made you lose your lunch, and instead of the sinister Remote Nuclear Tormentor, we shall have instead - Art!


     This is a still from the 'Sci-Fi Art' Youtube channel featuring Bruce Pennington.  Unusually for both the slideshow and Bruce, this is pen and ink, rather than a painting.  Typically the channel doesn't give any details about this shot, which is annoying.  Digging doesn't reveal anything.  Sorry!

     ANYWAY let's have the links.

2025

BOOJUM!: Artillery Trains

2024

BOOJUM!: A Bit Of Contusion

2023

BOOJUM!: The Towering Infernal Part 2

2022

BOOJUM!: Robinson Of Sherwood

2021

BOOJUM!: A Hard Pain's Gonna Fall

2020

BOOJUM!: It's The Only Thing To Look Forward To -

2019

BOOJUM!: Logic And The Death Of Fairy Tales

2018

BOOJUM!: Peril Of The POTATOBOTS!

2017

BOOJUM!: The Russian Caravan Teas Are Coming

2016

BOOJUM!: A Return To Normalty

2015

BOOJUM!: It's Brent Spiner - Doing A One-Liner

2014

BOOJUM!: Hubris

2013

BOOJUM!: A Taste of Armageddon








Saturday, 12 September 2026

If I Were To Say 'Moonshine'

You Might Expect Me To Yark On About Illegal Alcohol

Not so!  Art?


     That's Axel, accompanied by Musky, his trusty sidekick whom he thinks is a boy but is in fact a girl - which is a whole other subplot I won't get into.

     ANYWAY Axel roams the cosmos, seeking the woman of his dreams.  Literally.  She's called 'Chimeer' and appeared to him in a dream.  Bit of a thin reason to go haring off across the cosmos if you ask me, but there are 31 volumes in this French comic series, so the fans seem to like it.

     Why am I yarking on about this?  O I thought you'd never ask - Art?


     I first encountered it in the pages of 'Pilote' where the dialogue was all in French.  The later copy I have is in English, which still doesn't properly explain the bonkers storyline.  What else can you expect from a work that translates as 'What Is Reality, Papa?'  Art!


     Yes, we come back to Philip K. Dick, a man whose work has been re-evaluated long after his death and judged to be worthy of enshrinement in South Canadian modern fiction.  Without that trashy 'sci-fi' labelling.

     ANYWAY AGAIN Ol' Phil had a telling response to the arch question 'What is reality?' with his quote that 'Reality is that which, when you stop believing in it, does not go away.'

     Here an aside.  Yes, already!

MacBeth inspiring Godard?

     No it's not, MacBeth, you've had too much whisky again, go to bed and sleep it off.  Bumbletuck.

     ANYWAY ANYWAY talking about reality, there is a chapter in 'Do Androids Dream Of Electric Sheep?' (a perfectly sound question, by the way) which completely flips the plot at that point, making you question everything you've read up to that point.  I shan't give any details, not for fear of spoilers but out of concern that old age and gin have confused the right novel.

     I think we've established enough about reality, so we can proceed to the main meat of the matter, which again is NIGHT OF THE PAGBEAST!  Inspired by the acronym 'Porky And Gross', yes we are going to be skewering the <deep breath> Sweaty Swollen Saggy Senile Sepia Sackbutt, Donold Judas Trump himself!

     Yes, again.  Conrad and a lot of other content creators will be bereft when BOOH keels over dead from a heart attack or is rendered into a (more) drooling vegetable, since he is such a consistent source of content.  Art!

Very very DonOLD

  Blimey, he looks dog rough there*.  Okay, if you don't follow the hilariously entertaining world of South Canadian politics, then you may be joyously unaware of the 'Trump-a-palooza' convention that was recently held in Dallas.  The planners were so inept that they didn't realise this clashed with the opening game of the South Canadian football** season.  Brian Tyler Cohen, a Youtube political pundit, explained the five most popular programs on South Canadian television: Football; football; football; football; mixed lawn tennis doubles - no, only joking, it's football again.  Would you fork out folding money to attend King Piggy yarking on - or watch football on the telly at home with a six-pack and chips?  Art!


     I have, contrarily, completely ignored Donnie Dorko's attempt to bribe voters, and instead have an image here of him about to board Hair Farce One, where his locks appear to gain sentience and try to escape from his head.

     Now, to quote The Nodfather, on his first night he bloviated "Not only is this packed, but you have an equal number of people standing outside."  Don't forget the organisers were pimping free tickets from Sunday onwards as ticket sales were disappointingly low.  Art!


     Notice the upper tiers are essentially empty and the middle tiers half-full at best.  What is reality, papa?  Trump and his cult will allege this is before the event began - it's not, you can hear Fat Caligula braying in the background of this clip.  Art!


     The camera pans to the centre of the arena and yes, there is DJ Tango at the 90-minute stage of his rant.  He claimed nobody had left, yet there are clearly lots of empty seats right here.  What is reality, papa?  At this point anyone who got a free ticket had gotten bored of Donold Trump's Greatest Hits monologue and left.  Art!


     The venue staffer who described the arena as '65% full' was either way off or describing it before the exodus.  Thanks to 'David Pakman' for putting up this clip, which the Wizard Lizard Gizzard party will hope nobody ever sees.

Trump says no one is leaving as AUDIENCE FLEES

     There's the link for you.  Tee hee!

     Art!


     These are further nails in the coffin.  Ol' Dave put up streaming figures for the event, and - they're bad.  Like, BAD.  Top port is 'Right Side Broadcasting' whose audience for Don Snoreleone during his first presidency were into five figures, meaning at least 100,000.  This one?  2,200.  'The Hill', at bottom starboard, had just 150.

     What is reality, papa?

     O, also, several major networks ignored the whole event and broadcast football instead.  One suspects that's where the missing audience members are.  Art!


     The event organisers always pack the seats behind any speaker, to give the impression that the venue is sold and packed out.  Dave then screenshots a Tweet made by 'Leah V', whose ability to sustain aural manure gave out after an hour.  Art!


     What is reality, papa?

     Don Snoreleone will salvage his pride by claiming that the empty seats were because those attendees had gone to the bathroom, and that the empty exterior is fake AI Democrat news carried out by Joe Biden in cahoots with Barak Obama, etcetera etcetera.

     What is reality, papa?  Well it's certainly not the world that DJ Tango inhabits.  Let's end this Intro with another horrible photo of Pumpkinhead.  Art!


     Splendid triple-chin you have there, Don.


Back To Brucie

A man who painted fantasies more elaborate than Pumpkinhead is capable of, here's another illo from the 'Sci-Fi Art' Youtube channel.  Art!


     Another one I'm not familiar with.  The implication is that this is a book or magazine cover, given the 'Title Gap' at the top of the artwork.  Brucie is plainly implying that this illustration is of the future, given that walking machine in the background.  I'm not sure quite what these - dogs? - are eating and don't care to examine too closely.  Allow me to dig a little - 

     Aha!  Art?


     It wasn't too hard, just Google 'Bruce Pennington cover dogs' and you'll get the same result.


Don't Tempt Me!

Conrad has a will of iron, and can prove it by stating that I never, not once, entered the Lego Shop in the Arndale Centre when I was working in the Tower.  Yes, I did stop to admire the different complete model kits the staff assembled and put on display BUT I NEVER WENT IN.  Art!

     For your information, 'O scale' is a reference to what scale a miniature is.  My own wargaming collection in 6 mm scale is either 'Z' scale or 'T' scale AND I DON'T WANT ANOTHER HOBBY thanks very much.


A Bit Of A Backlog

Your Humble Scribe can pat himself on the back for getting rid of his Bookmark collection on the hellscape Twitter, but yes I still have a backlog of Favourites on my browser bar and another collection of 'Watch Later' on Youtube.  Art!


     Dunno why there's a progress bar on the 'Hell's Angels' colourised version, I'm only 47 minutes into the original.  Also, I only have one item to cover from the 'How Not To Die' vlog, which I now realise I've been mistitling as 'How To Not Die'.  Old age, gin and plum sojou to blame.


     Right, the fridge beckons!


*  This is not a compliment.  Just to be clear.

**  Their version of rugby so I shan't call it 'ballfoot'

Thursday, 10 September 2026

NIGHT OF THE PAGBEAST!

There I Was, Listening To The Rain

In that poetic turn of phrase Conrad remembers living through at a dark and dismal 24-service bus stop in Gomorrah-in-the-Irwell, "The Atlantic has paid a call".  Not unexpected, the heavens have been threatening a deluge all day long.  

     ANYWAY I was looking at a Tweet where Donold Judas Trump was lying about giving every South Canadian $5,000 if the Wizard Lizard Gizzard party survives the mid-term elections.  Nobody would get anything even if they won every seat going: King Piggy would deny ever having made such a statement, then call his recorded speech 'fake news' or 'AI', and then run away to cheat at golf.  Art!


     I then recalled that the Sweaty Swollen Saggy Senile Sepia Sackbutt* is going to be bloviating again at the Dallas convention on Thursday night - tonight as I'm typing this well ahead of posting it - and a new acronym for him popped into my brain: 'Porky And Gross'.  What can I say, I'm just naturally creative.  PAG.  Which triggered a vague memory of a sci-fi novel that had antagonists dubbed 'Pagbeasts', which, I then learned, were super-intelligent predatory animals inimically hostile to Hom. Sap.  Like SSSSSS, except their brains were not made of mashed potato.  Unfortunately I cannot find pictures of what a pagbeast looks like, so - Art!

A placeholder

     NIGHT OF THE PAGBEAST! was born.  We can follow it up with DAY OF THE PAGBEAST!  and DAWN OF THE PAGBEAST! and LATE MID-MORNING OF THE PA - well perhaps draw the line with that one.

     Day One of what others have dubbed the 'Trumplapalooza' proved embarrassing in terms of turn-out, where ticket purchases had been so low the local LWG party reps had resorted to desperate large-scale e-mailings pimping free tickets.  And the venue was still one-third empty.  Ooops.  Art!

"Bow down and worship your Presidential Pagbeast!"

     This is not especially surprising, as other, better-informed observers explained: Wednesday evening was the inaugural kick-off for the South Canadian football games, a major sporting event that the planners seem to have utterly overlooked.

     So, Fat Caligula wanted to make the event all about him him him, celebrating his Pagbeastiness.  Unsurprisingly to no one, bar a subset of politicos I shall come back to, party candidates with potentially tough races to manage chose to stay away.  They don't want to be associated with the bafune who brought in a hike in petrol prices, a tanking economy and an unpopular war with Iran.  They want to fight campaigns based on local issues and instead are having Pumpkinhead shackled to them.  Ooops again.  Art!


     Meanwhile the Pagbeast's recent activity includes, to quote one critic: " T
he president unleashed an hours-long, thirty-seven-post spree of AI-generated fantasies, including his own face on Hulk Hogan’s body, Trump on horseback beside George Washington, Trump commanding a robot army and Trump laying claim to the moon. He’s hardly projecting strength. He’s a man mentally unraveling in plain view and retreating into a digital fantasy world where apparently the crowds are infinite and the founding fathers gaze up at him admiringly**"

     Why is The Nodfather behaving thus?  Firstly, he refuses to accept that he can ever be wrong or do the wrong thing, which is why he still trots out 'They stole my election!' claim even at this convention.  Art!


     The second reason is that Trump is more concerned with having people he considers loyal around him than anyone competent, which has reduced his inner circle to a very small cadre indeed.  More examples of 'Dictatoritis' in action.  These bootlickers ensure to keep Trump isolated from indelicate things like how much he is actively hated, making sure that nothing bad ever crosses the Resolute Desk, in order to sustain his fantasy world.  Where he can bloviate on social media with AI images that sustain his Zeppelin-ego, you know, huge but fragile.  Art!

It ought to be 'Steven' but I enjoy winding him up

     This is Stephen Cheung, White House Communications Director, and one of the key players in the Keep Trumpy In A Bubble squad by being a media attack dog for Pumpkinhead.  For a Communications Director he is extremely bad at communicating, usually ranting and swearing at the press and journalists, but he's loyal to the Pagbeast so he gets to keep his job, in addition to be the only staffer who makes Donold look slim.  Relatively slim.

     Trump's Maris-Piper-blended-with-butter-and-cream brain may dimly perceive that the world does not dote on him as much as he hopes, so be prepared for a raft of reasons, excuses and lies before November 3rd.  If it does go badly for him, Stephen may be looking for a new job.

     No, this is not Politics, it is Entertainment and I only hope I have enough popcorn laid in.

     Coming soon - SUNSET OF THE PAGBEAST!


Old Man Vindicated

Let us combine two things here, my fear of mispronunciation and the academician and author Sarah Paine.  As mentioned previously, Your Humble Scribe is rather wary of mentioning Latin phrases or the authors of antiquity, for fear of being mocked by someone with a public school education who knows better.  Art!


     A very interesting book, which I re-read every few years.  What do I hear on a clip from 'The Global Gambit'?  Why none other than Sarah pronouncing it 'Thew-sid-id-ees' as I have been all these years alone.  Art!


     She stated that the South Canadian Naval War College has, it's first Case Study, 'The History Of The Peloponnesian War' and examines it from the perspective of Sparta being a Continentalist power, with Athens being a Naval power.

     Old dog validated.


I Am Sorely Tempted

You ought to know Conrad's attitude about all things that comes from his first question: Can you eat it?

     Okay, yesteryon I got a pack of 6 burgers going cheap in the chiller cabinet, except there were 8 when I checked on them later, and they now reside in the freezer, whereas the 4 burgers that were in the freezer are now defrosting.

     That's the background.  Art!


     Cheeseburger pizza.  Enough cholesterol to lay low a herd of brontosauri.


Pennington And On

More artworks from the slideshow 'Sci-Fi Art' put together featuring Bruce Pennington.  Art!


     Conrad not familiar with this one.  Fantasy setting?  Novel cover?  It does have the 'Title Gap' at the top to install the author's name and title, without covering up Bruce's art.  The location is obviously exotic, this isn't Tunbridge Wells or Sneddlepool Magna, and those skulls seemingly sport fangs not canines or incisors.  On the other hand, note the bright colour palette, implying less than loathsome.  Let me dig a little.  

     Nope.  No other copies of it anywhere with any description of it, not even a date.  Art!


     Unsuccessful Google-fu results.  Er - I think the title at lower starboard was acceptable currency before the Seventies.


Back To Those 20 Classic Novels

We are up to Number 16, publication date stretching from 1913 to 1927, an end date more than a decade after Kafka, the 1915 author of 'Metamorphosis'.  I just realised that Ol' Franny was writing his tome during the second year of the First Unpleasantness, when things were bad and getting worse, so you can see the reason his stuff is so bleak.  

     ANYWAY Art!


     'A La Recherche De Temps Perdue' in it's original M8 language.  I've never read it and have no compelling reason to do so, either, especially as it comes in 6 volumes.  I have a vague recollection of Proust's description of eating a madeleine, a type of French cake, which is typical of a man whose first thought is "Can you eat it?".  Supposedly about memory and recollection and guff stuff like that. 


     And with that I'm off to examine the contents of the fridge.  Chin chin!


*  May have to edit this, it's getting unhandily lengthy

**  From journo Miles Taylor, former Trump admin member