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Sunday, October 18, 2020

2020 Election Prediction

 Wow, it has been forever since I last blogged here.  My apologies to all those 'faithful' readers out there (Ha!).   However, to start things off, I wanted to post my prediction for the upcoming election as I did in that abhorrent post 4 years ago.   If you may remember, I boldly predicted the election of Hillary Clinton and subsequently had to eat my words.

So, here goes...my prediction! 

I have no 'flippin' idea.  I really don't. 

I retain amazement at all my acquaintances that support the current President of the United States, Donald Trump.  I find him repulsive and reprehensible.  However, I acknowledge that I have gone against the grain of the electorate of my country for so long now that I begin to wonder if I am of the clueless. I hope not.  But the evidence in my favor is elusive. I do not think I have voted for the winning candidate in decades.

That being said... for the good of this great country...rather than predict...I sincerely hope that good sense prevails and that President Donald Trump is not reelected next month.  I think he is a very weak leader, a habitual liar, a megalomaniac and a narcissist, a bigot and a hedonistic misogynist.   Indeed, he is the worse thing that could ever happen to the Presidency of the United States.  Please, if you read this and feel that you must vote for him...as the greater of two evils...please just don't vote at all. Let it go.

I speak these words from the bottom of my heart.



Cheers, nca



Saturday, January 26, 2019

Is This Guy for Real?

Can this guy be FOR REAL? I am talking 'bout Captain Dwight Towers, USN.  And, so very sorry to inform you, this man is a fictional character, no one you can really sink your cleats into. But still, he really does bother me.

The fiction work he exists in is "On the Beach", by Neville Shute.  Overall, I like the fiction of Shute. And I like the genre here, which I think would be called 'post-apocalyptic' fiction.  I actually read quite a bit of this type of fiction.  Some titles I like include 'The Road', by Cormac McCarthy and 'The Last Ship', by William Brinkley. There are many more that I could recommend.

And truthfully, there is something to be said for "On the Beach".  My recent journey into this novel was my third go round, so I entered this adventure willingly. Again. As the time before, I listened to the Audible version of this novel, narrated terrifically by Simon Prebble. The novel is very dated, originally published in 1957, it was recorded for Recorded Books, llc for this version in 1991.  By my reckoning, this would indicate that the book has stood a significant test of time.



I can understand why it may have stood this test of time. For one thing, even in 2019 the threat of Nuclear Holocaust is very real, so this dated novel is based on real fears, even 62 years after publication.  This novel takes a pretty interesting and unique viewpoint. Unlike many other post-apologetic works, Shute takes a pretty docile approach to the apocalyptic situation.  Not a lot of preaching in this book, really.  No real heroes, villains, or conflict at a quick study of the plot.  The conflict is the impending extinction of mankind, but there is no real antagonist for that conflict to focus on. The tone seems to be 'this holocaust is what it is'. As for villains, those are primarily the idiots that pushed the buttons and the governments that allowed it to happen, present in only shadow form in this novel.  The novel takes a look at pretty regular people, average straight up people, including families, as they deal with and face their impending doom upon a dying earth.

So why does Captain Dwight Towers bother me so much? What gets my hackles up?

The Captain has at his command a very large nuclear powered submarine. In fact, including the sister submarine stationed in sub-tropical South America, eventually he becomes Admiral of two nuclear powered Submarines. In this novel, these are the only surviving ships of consequence in the entire world. The ships, among other positive traits, are equipped to be able to desalinate sea water and can filter the 'hot' nuclear air to be breathable. And the novel states that enough nuclear fuel can be generated in Australia, where the ship is based, to keep it powered for years. Air, water, power. AIR, WATER, POWER!  There they are with three pretty key ingredients required for sustaining life. And there is one more...the obvious one for submarines. As a nuclear powered submarine, this ship can submerge as needed.


One more thing to consider: Many of the men stationed on the 'Scorpion', the primary nuclear submarine Captain Dwight Towers commands, are married to women in Australia. Captain Towers himself has a beautiful young female companion completely in love with him. There are women aplenty. Besides breathable air, power, drinkable water...if you add to the equation the potential for procreation...you are starting to assemble the building blocks to sustain human life.

There are obstacles for sure. The submarine can not stay submerged forever. And dry land is on the verge of becoming inhospitable. The food the submarine can carry is limited, certainly not enough to sustain life indefinitely.  But with all the resources available shipboard on a US nuclear submarine, and with all the additional resources of Australia at their fingertips, are you telling me that no amount of brainstorming can come up with a list of solutions to the serious issues faced?

The setting for this novel is 1957. By this time in history, there are stations on the Antarctic continent. What stops Captain Tower and his willing and capable trained staff, teamed with the best scientists in Australia...from moving the available submarines and as many food barges they can tow...from finding refuge in a safe harbor near one of these Antarctic scientific stations in hopes of prolonging their lives and their progeny...for as long as possible. Using the power and resources of the nuclear submarines, it becomes at least one last chance of saving a remnant of civilization.

Captain Towers never even rolls the thought through his dim cranium.  This is unbelievable to me.  His behavior seems to be that he will obey every US Naval ordinance line by line to the very end. No civilians aboard ship, no attempt to sustain lives of his loved ones nor any others. No basic human sense of responsibility to the human race?: By following Navy regs precept upon precept, he single-handedly dooms all of humanity. He dooms it willingly. And he dooms the one woman who truly and completely loves him.

This, to me,  is unforgivable.  As a literary character, he has no character at all. He becomes an allegory for all those folks who blindly pushed the buttons that lead to this literary disaster in the first place.

Let me tell you, when it comes to blind obedience, or going down fighting to the very end...I choose the latter.

Cheers, nca

Monday, January 21, 2019

Mullet Trapping

I recently saw a picture of the 70's Rock Band 'Kiss' performing during the recent 'Final Tour'.  I was not so surprised that they were in full KISS greasepaint, however on second thought I was surprised that I was not surprised. These men are in their mid 60's, still wearing their trademark Clown White and  black grease Stick faces, outrageously tall platform boots, and tight leather pants.



Another 70's band I saw on a network commercial was REO Speedwagon.  They too were in their mid to late sixties.  No greasepaint, still the band was still sporting 80's style hair.  

Looking through the play list of both concert tours, I could not help but notice that their once chart topping standards fill the play lists.  And why not, their look, their sound were there when these classic bands first made it big. And their styles and tunes are what drive thousands of fans to the concerts paying the big bucks now. The fans want to see exactly what they know and love. The fans are not interested in what is new or what drives these band members now.  The crowds pay for bringing back the 70's and 80's of their memories exactly as first conceived.  I am all for making money after paying your dues. More power too them.  I would do the exact same thing.

Yet...Yet...  Yet what does this say for all of us.  Have we found ourselves trapped in our glory days?  As Springsteen sings...


Glory days well they'll pass you by
Glory days in the wink of a young girl's eye
Glory days, glory days

Now I think I'm going down to the well tonight
And I'm going to drink till I get my fill
And I hope when I get old I don't sit around thinking about it
But I probably will


I'm not quite ready for wallowing in my glory days yet.  I'd prefer not to think my best days are behind me.  I'm challenging myself to prove  that I still got a little bit of glory to achieve.  No, I was never on stage driving the young girls wild. But whose to say this old dog won't see his day.

Cheers, nca