Monthly Archives: January 2021

This; This!…Right Before The Georgia Elections. THIS.

I’ve spent so many years imagining what might happen if the Democrats ever took the Senate. Now I can probably let all that go. The View is going out on a limb, to suggest that imposing genderistic Doublespeak upon our laws and government and all our public speech, is not a vote-winner.

https://news.yahoo.com/democrats-propose-ban-she-gender-021515663.html

“Pelosi Introduces House Rule To Conduct Debates, Government Business In French.” “Pelosi Opens 24-Hour On-Demand Abortion Clinic On House Floor.”Pelosi Calls For Hessian Mercenaries to Take Away Your Guns.” All these were rejected as either too middle-of-the-road, or too obvious; finally, she chose the innocuous-seeming gender issue.

Do you think Red Hat Guy wants Nancy Pelosi policing his thoughts and speech? (The guy’s even wearing a mask for heaven’s sake! Why piss him off with P.C. RIGHT NOW????????????)

It’s hard for me to think that a politician so established and connected and savvy in the…establishment…could make a proposal like this, ignorant of how bizarre, inappropriate, inflammatory, unnecessary, provocative, divisive, nonsensical, meaningless, incendiary, insulting, cheap, self-defeating, fascistic, and Big-Brothery-thought-police-witch-hunty-ukase-fiat-Puritanical it sounds. Not when control of the Senate and the national agenda is at stake. Not with Covid-19 scorching. Not with incomes blown apart and homeless roaming the land and evictions and confusion and chaos and despair already loose and our national nightmare oh, so close, so close to ending….or not, sigh.

It certainly serves the Democratic agenda to have it not carried forward, because it doesn’t exist. “Hey, if we don’t have the Senate, what can we do?” Well, I guess, nothing, as usual, eh? So just to make sure, why not climb up into the works, dangle your silk-stockinged tootsie over the machinery, and let slip your Sunday AIDS-Gardening sabots, which you just happened to have on? Is this too cynical? Is she just after all these years a MORON?

It’s Sunday; let’s hope all the mega-churched purple-turning Christians in Georgia miss this, while they’re maskless, singing praise to the Father, and to the Son and to the… — oops! I mean, praise to the Genderless Transcendent Deity, and to the Neutral Consubstantial Agnate Deity, and to the Holy Ghost. (whew that last one was easy.)

‘Who Shall Rule This American Nation?’

THE FOLK SONG ARMY DIV.

https://www.sfchronicle.com/opinion/editorials/article/Editorial-Schemes-to-overturn-the-2020-election-15840570.php

Not quite a folk song, unless we folks start singing it around. Nor is it a Civil War Song really: it was written in 1866 by Henry Clay Work (on the heels of his biggest hit, 1865’s Marching Through Georgia). This one is about Reconstruction; it channels Radical Republican rage that Black freedom was was being sabotaged by the South, and fumbled away by the despised and barely-elected “dictator” Pres. Andrew Jackson (D). But it might as well be about Pres. Trump and Sen. Josh Hawley, or Sen. Mitch McConnell, or Rep. Jim Jordan, and all the dangerous mob of MAGA Proud Boys. Hear it once or twice, and you’ll be well-armed to sing the chorus at your computer or TV screen this week when the flames of sedition are fanned. It’ll feel good!

That’s Clifford Jackson ringing the rafters, and William Bolcom working the Smithsonian’s 1870 Chickering parlor grand!

To understand the context of the song, View Thomas Nast’s masterpiece of cartooning, from Harpers of September 1866. It captures the same boiling Northern rage that overheated Mr. Work. All those Harper’s readers, in fact, probably bought the sheet music too! Click below for a full article in Smithsonian, with a fascinating tool allowing you to scroll over the page and bring up information. It’s an absorbing, sobering, Constitutional review pastime for this lockdown Winter of our Discontent. https://www.smithsonianmag.com/history/political-cartoon-explains-battle-over-reconstruction-180962351/

Tujunga’s New Year’s Illumination Goes Off Without A Hitch

LOCAL CALENDAR DEPT.

Janus’s double-holiday is traditionally marked around here by the same radiant sunshine you remember from the Rose Parades of your youth: warm and dazzling. This year was no exception. Only Pasadena (which is just over those mountains) had to cancel its Parade. After much nervous whispering among the cottonwoods, it was agreed Tujunga’s annual psychedelic event would go forward as planned this year, with the theme, Children: Our Light Of The Future.

Sumacs, oaks and mahoganies crowd the grandstand overlooking the parade route. Families, old bracken to new saplings, and local lodges can be found at the same favorite spot year after year. Dry slopes, sure; but there’s water in the creek!



Due to coronavirus restrictions, similar to New York’s measures imposed around the Dropping of the Ball (which for some reason also went off) there was no throng of drunken, maskless millennials; a single spectator was chosen at random to bear witness to the annual color and light event. (The View has inside connections with the particular creek involved; strings were pulled — including ham-strings, coming over those rocks.) It was my treat to be chosen to be there, supporting Big Tujunga’s display on the clearest, most beautiful afternoon we’ve seen all year. It is your treat to imagine taking off your mask and breathing all this fresh cool air for a few minutes. Here for instance, where Delta Canyon spreads its great fan just as the Creek meets the rocky anticlines (above) and turns a graceful arabesque. The cottonwoods, sycamores and ashes put on a procession of golden razzle-dazzle that did Janus, California, and the Children of Our Future, proud. Happy New Year from the View!