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RING-A-DING-DING! & DOOBY-DOOBY-DOO! -In honor of the 100th anniversary of the birth of Francis Albert Sinatra [born 12-DEC-1915], Friend In The Ether Pundette has set up a website, SINATRA CENTENARY, where she'll be celebrating for all of 2015. And Mark Steyn is doing his own list: Sinatra Song of the Century.
Damn!…why so long?
You see: these days I pray constantly for the SMOD to appear in the sky.
From The London Daily Mail, Corey Charlton reporting, we learn:
An Irish man claims cone-headed aliens who abducted him while walking home from the pub have informed him the world will end in 850 years when an asteroid ‘the size of Munster’ [BOB: Not Herman] hits Earth.
Gerry Battles, a retired carpenter from County Limerick [BOB: There once was an alien from Nantucket….], said the creatures had ‘beautiful ginormous eyes’ and spoke to him via telepathy [BOB: That’s soooo 1970’s – how advanced can these guys really be?].
I’ll say one thing for these aliens: they know how to pick their Battles.
The 61-year-old told The Limerick Post he was wandering home from the pub [BOB: Surprise, surprise] on December 26, 2001, when he saw a white surgical light [that] transported him onto a spaceship, the Irish Mirror reported [BOB: I saw White Surgical Light open for Flock Of Seagulls in the 1980’s].
Let that be a warning to you youngins: Guinness abuse can lead to brain damage – I know because I’m a victim [I used to drink Black & Tans because I’m, you know, White and raaaaacism is, therefore, heretowith, in my DNA].
Denying he has any history of mental illness [BOB: Of course not – he’s just acting like a normal Irishman, as far as I can see], Mr Battles claimed the alien told him an asteroid the size of Munster [BOB: Not the cheese] originating from the ’35th Quadrant’ would destroy Earth in 850 years’ time [BOB: SMOD!…SMOD! – wherefore art thou, SMOD!].
He said the alien told him: ‘We are four million light years more advanced than you are. We have been observing you for Millennia.
‘You must use the force. Be one with the force. Harness the force.’
Well…that’s exactly what Sanders and Rodham want to do, so I guess this proves my theory that Leftism is alien.
I wish Mr. Battles well in his future, er, battles with Reality, as do I with Hillaria and Bolshevik Bernie and all their supporters [Trump and some of his gang, as well].
…got Bernie under it’s spell
That old redistribution magic the DemE does so well
Those icy Hillary fingers
Up and down his spine
The same old witchcraft will cause him to whine…
Ah…ain’t Redistribution a wonderful thing, Bernie Bolshevik?…
Bernie Sanders voters get a useful lesson in redistribution, as Clinton’s superdelegates gives her the same delegate count as Vermont’s senator…despite her huge loss in the popular vote totals. In other words, votes for Bernie got redistributed to Clinton. Surprisingly, they don’t seem to like it much.
It always hurts when Tyrants get Tyrannized. As Leslie Eastman puts it:
I will admit I have a taste for sweet schadenfreude.
Feel the burn.
You would think the Old Bolshevik would be, wouldn’t you?…But nooooooooo…
The world’s oldest recorded joke has been traced back to 1900 BC and suggests toilet humor was as popular with the ancients as it is today.
It is a saying of the Sumerians, who lived in what is now southern Iraq and goes: “Something which has never occurred since time immemorial; a young woman did not fart in her husband’s lap.”
TCOTS News [‘We Report, You Deride’™] has learned, however, that the World’s Oldest Joke is actually much, much older.
One of souses reports that the following is, indeed, the oldest joke evah:
Amoeba: ‘Take my cell…please!‘.
RELATED: The First Nag was in The Garden Of Eden and look what happened.
RELATED: My cousin, Murray.
I’ll be here in the Primordial Ooze Lounge thru Friday. Try the veal — it’s the best in the city.
PS: If you’re not visiting Paco Enterprises often, you’re not being fully informed and entertained.
Someone in each Party will win the vote count in their Primary.
Some will come in second, third, fourth, fifth, etc..
The Media will declare the ‘real winners’ via their funhouse mirror.
The Pundits will declare the ‘real winners’ via their funhouse mirror.
UPDATE at 2006…
BREAKING: Bob Calls New Hampshire for Pizza Delivery
— Bob Belvedere (@BobBelvedere) February 10, 2016
BREAKING II: New Hampshire Calls Bob for Directions.
— Bob Belvedere (@BobBelvedere) February 10, 2016
UPDATE at 2134…
So I guess New Hampshire voters are going with “or die.”
— Mike McShane (@MQ_McShane) February 10, 2016
[PS: Still dealing with family and work issues, now joined in a robust but tyrannical Triumvirate by a raging Black Dog. Thank you again for your patience.]
From The London Daily Mail, Sara Malm reporting, we learn:
The 16-year-old Danish girl who stabbed her mother to death after watching ISIS’ sickening beheadings of British hostages has been jailed for nine years.
Lisa Borch, then 15, and her boyfriend Bakhtiar Mohammed Abdulla, 29, stabbed her mother Tina Römer Holtegaard at least 20 times in their home in Kvissel, northern Denmark, in October 2014.
Before the brutal murder of her mother, Borch had spent hours on YouTube watching footage of the savage decapitations of David Haines and Alan Henning.
The 16-year-old will serve nine years in prison – the longest sentence handed to a teenager in modern times in Denmark – after a High Court upheld a September ruling.
So…at worst, she’ll be walking the streets of Denmark again in nine years – just in time for the Mohammedin takeover of Denmark.
A small price to pay, it seems, for Allah’s [moon] light to shine upon the bitch.
At least her Stepdad has his hoved on straight:
Her stepfather Jens Holtegaard told Danish media that although Borch was obsessed with ISIS, he did not blame Islam.
He said she could ‘just as easily been attracted to the biker gang environment or some other extreme’.
Yeah…yeah, sure, you ostrich-faced git, you Dhimmi Dupe.
We’re Goddamn doomed.
Lounge piano player and composer Irving Fields, composer of Green Eyes, Sway, The Night They Invented Champagne, and My Yiddishe Mama, has discovered The Secret To A Long Life:
At 100 years old, Irving Fields still plays the piano at lounges in New York City, five nights a week.
…it’s music and daily martinis that keep him going.
Sign me up for this plan.
[NOTE: This is a republishing of a post I wrote back in August 2014. I think what it contains needs to be stated again.]
A decent respect for those of our fellow citizens who are still open to listening to arguments made from Right Reason and the knowledge that we have been, and continue to be, and will continue to be, serially misrepresented by the politicians and media in America, specifically, and in The West, generally, requires, an explanation of what it is exactly we — whether we call ourselves TEA Partiers, conservatives, Constitutionalists, Classical Liberals, etc. — are seeking in our efforts to reverse the dire and dangerous situation in America.
It will be, perhaps, best if we state the main thing we are not hoping to achieve: We do not seek a Revolution.
The purpose of Revolution is to bring down, overthrow, the existing Society, the existing Order, discarding all of it’s traditions and customs, everything that made it what it was — it’s Identity — sweeping it’s rubble and ashes into the dustbin to be discarded and forgotten as if it never had been, and then building anew — reinventing the wheel, as it were, but, this time, building the perfect wheel.
Revolutions always end-up destroying, not only the bad, but consuming all of the Good. Each and every one has laid waste to the regions in which it has occurred. And all of them have resulted in enslavement of the people, their unending misery, and, for many, death in horrible circumstances.
This occurs because construction of new Societies from scratch is built with ideas that are not based in the experiences of those who have come before us, who have, through trial and error, discovered what works and what does not, what practices and institutions complement Human Nature and provide room for the exercise of both individual and community-based Free Will.
Any Societies built on the basis of plans conceived in the laboratories of people’s minds, far away from Reality, are, by the nature and methods of their creation, not going to harmonize with the way people live and act in the Real World. Such plans, so incubated in the sterile environment of their creator’s fantasies and whims, will always be unrealistic and ill-fitting — they will always fail.
As a result of this, the Revolutionaries, frustrated by real people living in the Real World not marching in lock-step with their plans, will always resort to Force in order to make the non-perfect Human Beings conform with the perfect schemes they have dreamed-up and hatched. They will always seek to enslave the people, achieve Power And Control over them, so that the people can be brainwashed and/or forced at the point of a gun to conform to the plans. Those who refuse to be enslaved are declared to be Outlaws, foul enemies who must be eliminated in some way.
What we seek is the exact opposite of what those who advocate Revolution want to achieve.
Believing that we are endowed by God with certain Rights that cannot be denied us, Rights that cannot be transferred to any government or entity, Rights that can never be declared invalid, we seek not Revolution, but Restoration.
What we are working to Restore are the gifts bequeathed to us by The Founding Fathers, because the form of government and traditions and customs we inherited from them are the most conducive to guaranteeing and sustaining, our inalienable Rights to Life, Liberty, Property, and the pursuit of Happiness.
What we seek is the Restoration of all that made The United States Of America a force for Good and a bulwark against Evil against the forces of subjugation and enslavement that have plagued the world since Mankind was created.
We seek the restoration of our Rights as Americans.
We seek the restoration of The Rule Of Law and Ordered Liberty, where men and women are free to live as God [or ‘Nature’s God’, if you prefer] intended.
We seek the return of the respect for Virtue and of Prudence and the striving to employ both in our daily lives.
We seek to leave our Posterity a Society that promotes Prosperity, both material and spiritual, and is guided by a Morality based in Judeo-Christian teachings and in Right Reason.
We do not seek Heaven On Earth as the Revolutionaries do, but a Society where as much Freedom and Liberty can be enjoyed, but Order can be maintained, where Free Will is preserved.
We seek — nay, we demand — all of these things as Americans because they are ours by Right.
This is what we seek.
Dumb move by her. —And I say that as someone who, until 2012, very strongly advocated for her to run for President.
With so much at stake, with emotions running so high, to go against a true conservative who has proven he is willing to truly take on the GOPe is a major mistake. This will severely damage whatever sway she holds and credibility she has with conservatives.
For what is Palin profited, if she shall gain the Populists, and lose her own soul?
—The Gospel According To Belvedere, 23:17
Since Friday last, family matters have intervened, which explains my lack of posting.
I suspect that they will continue to divert my attention for the near future so, at best, there will be sporadic postings here.
In a column on Nikki Haley’s God-awful response to the State Of The Union Speech, Mark Steyn captures succinctly what is wrong with the GOP Establishment:
So the usual vapid cookie-cutter split-the-difference slippery bromides indifferently delivered. That’s what the GOP panjandrums decided America wanted to hear in a campaign season when their own base has told them that it’s insufficient. By the way, that’s true not just for Trump and Cruz voters, but to one degree or another for Carson, Fiorina, Paul, Huckabee and Santorum guys, too. Defining the “moderate” vote as Rubio, Bush, Christie and Kasich, that adds up to a combined 21 per cent in recent polls.
So these days the GOP can’t even schedule an insipid forgettable SOTU response without insulting the overwhelming majority of its actual voters.
How can they when they decided sometime back that Conservative Thinking was doomed in America, that it’s time had come and gone forever, that the American People now were so used to the Big Government Habit, they could never overcome the addiction?
They’re ‘Realists’, ‘Pragmatists’, you see.
Actually, of course, they’re Useful Idiot paeesengers on a sinking barge speeding down the Denial River piloted by three Captains [Turtle-Breath, Eddie Munster, Prince Reibus] who have imbibed too much Kool-Aid and are blind drunk stupid.
More from Mark:
Trump is a monster of the GOP elite’s creation. And their solution to it is to use what’s meant to be a rebuttal to the President as a rebuttal to their own leading candidates and the two-thirds of their voters who support them. Truly this is the dumbest political party on the planet.
I’ll restrain myself here and just say: You’re too kind, Monsieur Steyn.
One final quote from Mark on Mzzz. Haley:
Last night it fell to Nikki Haley, Governor of South Carolina and daughter of immigrants from India, to deliver the response, and much of what she had to say was the traditional boilerplate delivered with the usual glassy-eyed prompter-face.
The GOPe: Glassy-Eyed, Prompter-Faced Gits™
One of the greatest strengths of the English Language, one of the things that makes it the World’s most poetic languages, is that it has always been ready to adopt words from other languages that help to better express meanings.
Considering the way things are going these days and that what happens in Europe is seemingly always in this age a predictor of what will eventually happen here in America, I think we should all get ahead of the curve and begin the rapid assimilation of the following word:
From The London Daily Mail, Corey Charlton reporting, we learn it’s meaning:
Police fear a gang-rape phenomenon known as ‘taharrush gamea’ in the Arab world and seen in attacks on women across German cities at the New Year has now spread to Europe.
The name of the practice translates to ‘collective harassment’ and is carried out by large groups of men who sexually assault lone women, either by groping, or in some instances, raping them.
The men first surround their victim in circles. Some then sexually assault her, while others not directly involved watch or divert outsiders’ attention to what is occurring.
Sometimes the terrified victim – in a state of shock and unable to respond – is also robbed during the ordeal.
And the attack usually goes unpunished because the large number of perpetrators and chaos of the attack means authorities are unable to identify those involved.
There remains debate about what defines ‘taharrush’ – some still insist it is a reference to flirting – though scholars argue its definition changed after the attacks seen in Egypt from 2011 onwards.
German authorities have stated this was the phenomenon seen in Cologne city centre on New Year, when hundreds of women reported they were sexually assaulted.
The practice is only carried out in public and almost always at demonstrations or large public gatherings where the attackers find safety in numbers and disorder.
As you can see, the full descriptor term is ‘taharrush gamea’, but we Americans like to abbreviate a lot, so ‘taharrush’ it is.
Besides ‘taharrush gamea’ sounds like a toe fungus, whereas taharrush sounds like pretty much what it is: a Terror Rush by Muslim savages bent on raping women and intimidating non-Muslims.
Of course, we will see this practice of ‘The Religion Of Peace’ start to happen here [if it hasn’t already], across The Fruited Plain, soon, as more and more ‘refugees’ enter through the front gates of Fortress [ha!] America.
Say it: ‘Taharrush’…’Taharrush’…’Taharrush’…’Taharrush’…
Could This Be One Explanation?
If you’ve never been a member of a Union, you may have never heard of the expression: ‘Don’t kill the job’.
It means: don’t do anything to speed-up the finishing of the project you are working on — do things to drag it out as long as you can so that you and your union buddies milk the job for all it’s worth. This applies, especially, to work being done for a government entity because you can get away with it a lot easier. It’s one of the attitudes that led to the downfall of Union Power in The Private Sector.
That frame of mind become a permanent feature of the Democratic Party some time ago and has now come to encompass the Republican Party, as well.
In this instance, the ‘job’ is maintaining the bloated and Tyrannical size of Government and then further expanding it’s reach into every nook and cranny of our lives. Ultimately however, both Parties are merely seeking to preserve and enlarge their shares of Power And Control.
The Democrats [Leftists] are more fanatical in their pursuit, whereas the Republicans [Loyalists] seem satisfied to just be invited to The Table Of Power and be served the scrapes. This is one of the main reasons why the former have achieved a hegemony in the governments at all levels in America.
Tonight, President ‘Obama’ will deliver his State Of The Union Message. It will [supposedly] be his last one.
He will drone on and on about his accomplishments [ie: fundamentally transforming America into a Despotism] and, of course, use the word ‘I’ and it’s variations many times.
But his main message to his fellow Revolutionaries and his Dependents [and they are the only people his speech will be addressed to] will be very simple: Don’t Kill The Job.
For over seven years, the Left’s construction project has been going on: the tearing down of The United States and the building of The United State on top of it’s rubble. All of those working on the project have been very effective and efficient at their work [ie: not ‘killing the job’]. They’ve been very skilled at both destruction and milking the job [robbing it blind].
So — like so many other things these days — the term ‘State Of The Union’ doesn’t mean what it says it is.
There is no Union of the Several States overseen by the Sovereign People — The Union, as understood for our first two hundred years, is dead.
Instead, we are ruled by a Union Of Revolutionaries, who like the Teamsters of past Infamy, are nothing but corrupt and arrogant thugs who will do anything to maintain their Power. And they are abetted in this by corrupt Middle Managers, also known as the Republican Party.
The true patriot therefore, will inquire into the causes of the fears and jealousies of his countrymen; and if he finds they are not groundless, he will be far from endeavoring to allay or stifle them: On the contrary, constrained by the Amor Patrae [‘love of country’], and from public views, he will by all proper means in his power foment and cherish them: He will, as far as he is able, keep the attention of his fellow citizens awake to their grievances; and not suffer them to be at rest, till the causes of their just complaints are removed.
– At such a time Philanthrop’s Patriot may be “very cautious of charging the want of ability or integrity to those with whom any of the powers of government are entrusted”: But the true patriot, will constantly be jealous of those very men: Knowing that power, especially in times of corruption, makes men wanton; that it intoxicates the mind; and unless those with whom it is entrusted, are carefully watched, such is the weakness or the perverseness of human nature, they will be apt to domineer over the people, instead of governing them, according to the known laws of the state, to which alone they have submitted.
If he finds, upon the best inquiry, the want of ability or integrity; that is, an ignorance of, or a disposition to depart from, the constitution, which is the measure and rule of government & submission, he will point them out, and loudly proclaim them: He will stir up the people, incessantly to complain of such men, till they are either reformed, or removed from that sacred trust, which it is dangerous for them any longer to hold.
—Samuel Adams, writing as VINDEX, responding to PHILANTHROP, 21 January 1771
-I had hoped that we had gotten rid of grown men crying in Washington when Cryin’ John Boehner left the scene of the crime, but, it seems, our mom jeans-wearing, throw-like-a-girl Beta Male President has decided to pick-up the torch of whimpering weeping.
Of course, the ex-Speaker’s tears were the product of Alcoholism and I have not heard any rumors about Barry being an boozer, so there is that difference [although we can't rule-out chronic drug use – yeah, I said it].
More than likely, however, ‘Obama’ was acting – something he’s quite good act. I mean, he’s successfully portrayed himself in a number of roles that have fooled millions, such as ‘American’. This man-child is a talented little bugger [or buggerer – yeah, I said it].
What a fitting way for The United State [not a typo] to start-off 2016.
Happy New Year!
–Sarah Palin has a tear in her eye, but not for the same reasons as Bawling Barry:
America is forced to weep over Obama’s release of violent criminals into our communities – like the 121 illegal aliens who committed murders after they were released from custody by the Obama administration instead of being deported. And that doesn’t take into account the others we don’t know about.
The whole world weeps waiting for American leadership in these troubled times as Islamic savages commit genocide against the Christians of the Middle East and terrorize innocent people in cities across the globe.
Meanwhile, Obama wept as he blamed law-abiding patriots for the nation’s insecurity and sought to strip them of the Constitutional rights that generations of Americans shed blood to protect.
Obama wept, while we all continue to weep for our country and the civilized world.
-With this auspicious start, I think it not too bold or crazed to say that 2016 could well prove to be a very crucial year in American History, determining whether we survive.
Happy New Year.
-Besty Sanger Smellvedere-
-Babert Percy Nimrod-
2014 was a very busy year for we Nimrod-Smellvederes – being concerned, compassionate, and activist is nearly a full-time occupation!
Contrary to what you may think, that is not a picture of us standing in front of the Smithsonian Building in Washington, D.C. on the Festive Season Card. This year for our Summer Learning Vacation, we went to Berkley, California and had one of the Gender Studies Professors take this shot of us in front of the Che Guevara Reproductive Center, where we attended several fascinating lectures on the history of LGBT involvement in the developments of pasteurizing, bouffants, and runes.
Other family travel highlights this year include the Kinsley Institute, kayaking, the Alger Hiss Playwright’s Festivus, mountain biking, bitter-clinger baiting, and, of course, zip-lining at Garcia Pond in Vermont.
Family protests included protesting against the Ferguson and Garner Grand Jury decisions, against cis-normativism, against Israeli control of the home soda-making market, against all things Israel, against tampons, against epidemic gun ownership and rights, against Alex Trebek, against King Vaccine, and for equal rights for non-gendered little people and for dolphins.
Alin Ski expressed an interest in joining the military (!) after high school. We encouraged and eventually convinced him to ‘take it slow’ and to take his time making a decision on such a big move. So Alin will be spending part of 2015 questioning his role in promoting and sustaining patriarchal oppression and then his gender.
Speaking of sustainability: Apple Rainbow and her new ‘paramour’, Lahfisha Jones, devoted one day a week from April until October looking for recyclable materials in public restrooms at BDSM establishments. You’d be amazed at how much waste they found! Much thanks goes to the owners of these clubs for allowing 14 year-old Apple to do her duty to the environment. Lahfisha has been a welcome edition to the clan and Babert Percy was very happy to help in having those false domestic battery charges against her dropped from when she was 23. We also appreciate Lahfisha’s help in taking 12 year old Cumquat Melon to her first Anti-Slut Shaming March.
Cumquat surprised us all with her talent for Expressionist Painting! One of her works, Penis Oppressing A Field Of Free-Range Vaginas, was featured in an exhibition at the Jane Fonda Center For Non-Oppressive Art at Smith College! We were so proud of her that we put her in charge of the placenta garden.
Betty was honored to receive the Least Racist White Person Award from the Sheila Jackson Lee Family Foundation. The Award was presented by First Person Michelle Robinson Obama and Betty got to listen to Michelle tell her of being treated as a second-class citizen at Taco Bell, Denny’s, and Big Lots.
Betty also attended her 40th college reunion at Wellesley in June and embarrassed herself at the nude female consciousness-raising dance party by singing I Am Woman in Esperanto. No twerking, but plenty of slow dancing to Joni Mitchell tunes!
Babert recovered very nicely from his testosterone removal surgery and was quickly able to resume his sustainable woodworking classes and linen design circle activities.
The whole clan continued to attend group therapy and make significant progress in overcoming their Westerness. We don’t have to tell you that False Consciousness is a real b-tch!
When you get our next Annual Festive Season Letter, Apple will be in high-school, Cumquat will have been a camp counselor at Camp Clitoris, and Alin will, hopefully, not be in uniform oppressing the masses, but be in high-heels (hope and change are eternal!).
Betty Sanger, Babert Percy, Alin Ski, Apple Rainbow, & Cumquat Melon
[First published in 2014. Apologies for not doing a new one,
but RealLife™ was just too busy this year.]
Not me — I’m outta here for the Holidays.
As you read this, Mrs. B. and I are motoring to the Live Free Or Die territories for a while.
I may check back in here and on Twitter now and again — but I wouldn’t bet the farm on it, Luke.
I’ve scheduled two Holiday Posts to fire-off on Christmas Eve and Christmas.
My lack of posting lately has been due to mucho activity in RealLife™. I’m getting too old for work to be so busy, but, hey, that’s not something I have to worry myself over for two marvelous weeks, especially today, which is my Birthday [a Sag, just like Francis Albert]. This will be the first time I’m in Wolfeboro on my B-Day, which means I, finally, get a free meal at The Wolfeboro Tavern. I shall raise a drink to you all. And then raise another for Frank. And then another to Freedom and Ordered Liberty.
Live Free Or Die
Indeed, it was — and that’s an understatement in my case.
I had a real mothery time celebrating the 100th Birth Year of Francis Albert Sinatra. And I hope you enjoyed it too.
It all began on 19 January with the start of a Countdown of Sinatra’s 100 Best Performances, continued with his Top Ten Albums, and concluded with a real gas of a Birthday Celebration on his B-Day, 12 December.
But I wasn’t alone, nor first, in celebrating the Life and Living Legacy of The Chairman Of The Board.
Pundette kicked it all off on 3 January [and even started a special website to contain the year-long party] with a Countdown of her Favorite Frank Songs [check out her right-hand column for her Hot 100 List].
Mark Steyn followed the next day by posting his interviews with the great Sammy Cahn and then began counting down his 100 Sinatra Songs Of The Century:
12) THE CONTINENTAL
13) ALL OF ME
15) NIGHT AND DAY
16) I WON’T DANCE
24) OUR LOVE
27) FOOLS RUSH IN
32) I’LL BE AROUND
38) SOMETHIN’ STUPID
42) THE COFFEE SONG
44) HOW ABOUT YOU?
46) LUCK BE A LADY
49) I HAVE DREAMED
52) YOUNG AT HEART
57) THE TENDER TRAP
60) EBB TIDE
61) COME FLY WITH ME
62) ANGEL EYES
63) JUST IN TIME
65) NICE ‘N’ EASY
66) OL’ MACDONALD
68) AUTUMN LEAVES
78) MOON LOVE
79) ME AND MY SHADOW
84) MY WAY
89) GOODY GOODY
92) PICK YOURSELF UP
93) TIME AFTER TIME
95) MACK THE KNIFE
96) BODY AND SOUL
98) THAT’S LIFE
100) ONE FOR MY BABY
[Mark recently posted a three-part special, entitled The Song Is You. It’s full of interviews with many of the composers who wrote songs Frank sang and much music:
A short while later, Ms. Evi began a swingin’ party over at her joint that swung all over Frank’s place. She had all the hep cats and feline-fatals joining in the festivities [I can’t find a list of all she’s posted].
I spent these past twelve months exploring the works of Mr. S. more deeply than ever had before and ‘discovered’ many great things I had missed in the preceding decades.
I also managed to become a budding Sinatraphile — someone always on the hunt for the best masterings of his music. Some significant denarii later, I have no regrets [even Mrs. B. has stopped telling me I’ve spent too much on it all].
I’ve also made some new acquaintances along the way and discovered that some of my Friends In The Ether are Sinatra Fans, so here’s to that band:
@TomFergusNH @wjjhoge @DonSurber
@jeannebodine @klva99 @DanRiehl
@joethefatman1 @KShaidle @Blazingcatfur
@model217 @Mthomps016 @cherryblossom06
@DrumMadw2 @TenquidOK @DinahLord
@CinchReview @Doobydoobydo @jcorrado19
@vermontaigne @KingShamus @PaulaDuvall2
@AmPowerBlog @bettiwettiwoo @MuseumTwenty
@FAUSTA @teresamerica @joemalone9
@TheWeeHours @auleciems @saminhim
SPECIAL MENTION: One of my biggest supporters
was Monica Lewis [aka: @SongBirdMonica] who was
a jazz singer, film actress, most famous as
the voice of Chiquita Banana.
She passed away on 12 June and I want to dedicate
my 100 Best Performances Countdown to her memory.
I could not have done all I did to celebrate without the encouragement of Mrs. B., Mark Steyn, Jill [aka: Pundette], and Evi. Thanks, gang.
The Sinatra Wiki was very, very helpful and I thank them.
In the course of my research, I discovered two forums for Sinatra Lovers that ended-up providing much inspiration and crucial information that enlightened me and flavored all my celebratory postings.
-A Ring-A-Ding-Ding ‘Thank You’ to Nancy Sinatra [thanks for the Follow] for running the Sinatra Family Forum and for her kind words to me. Also, to Chuck Granata who infuses the forums on the site with his enthusiasm for the artistry of Frank Sinatra and the generous time he spends explaining to us how the wonderful masterings he’s produced came together and the thinking behind the choices made in their creation [the latest, which is just marvelous, can be found here].
-A Very Special Thank You to Mastering Meister Steve Hoffman for running and maintaining his Forum, and providing valuable insights into how Sinatra’s recordings were achieved technically. He is, like Chuck Granata, is one of the most conscientious people in the mastering business, a man who greatly respects the artists and their works.
My successful flight through the rarefied air of Sinatra’s Legacy would not have happened without the following people who helped me navigate, and who became my newest Friends In The Ether:
Matt Lutthans, Bob In Boston [aka: Bob F], Martin Melucci, Paul Mock [not the Paul Turtle Soup], Ronald Sarbo, DmitriK, SimonA, and the rest of the gang over at Steve’s joint.
Check out Matt’s incredible site for detailed information on the best Sinatra Masterings. The time and effort he has, and continues to, put into it is much appreciated by everyone who explores it. And it helps that he’s one heckuva Human Being.
Bob F is a walking, talking, posting encyclopedia of Frank Knowledge and another generous fellow.
And check out this interview with Martin [and Chuck Granata] talking about the Voice On Air box set — fascinating stuff.
Well, this celebration is ended, but the Frankie lingers on…
As Carol Burnett used to sing at the end of each one of her shows:
I’m so glad we had this time together
Just to have a laugh or sing a song
Seems we just get started and before you know it
Comes the time we have to say: ‘So long’…
Goodnight Everybody…it was a Real Gas.
From The London Daily Mail, Joseph Curtis reporting, we learn:
Police in Sweden are investigating chilling letters posted through letterboxes across the country threatening to behead people unless they convert to Islam.
The notes, which are signed ISIS and carry the terrorist organisation’s flag, threaten to decapitate ‘non-believers’ unless they become a Muslim or pay a religious tax.
They have been distributed among several cities including Stockholm and warn ‘the police will not save you from being murdered’.
Translated, the notes said: ‘In the name of Allah, the merciful, full of grace. You who are not believers will be decapitated in three days in your own house. We will bomb your rotten corpses afterwards.
‘You must choose between these three choices: 1. Convert to Islam. 2. Pay the jizya [religious tax] for protection. 3. Or else, you will be decapitated.
‘The police will not prevent or save you from you being murdered. (Death comes to all of you).’
Tensions have been mounting in Sweden over the influx of asylum seekers from Syria, with more than 200,000 arriving this year.
Last month authorities brought in border checks to check the identities of all entering refugees.
Meanwhile in October, members of the Assyrian community in Gothenburg were targeted with sinister graffiti daubed on restaurants and businesses.
Markus Samuelsson, one of 3,000 Assyrian Christians living in Gothenburg, said he found the walls of his restaurant covered with the messages ‘convert or die’ and ‘the caliphate is here’.
The messages bear all the hallmarks of the chilling psychological warfare employed by ISIS in the Middle East, but as yet Swedish police have been unable to track down those responsible.
Is this the Future we want to unfurl in America?
Enjoy yourself, it’s later than you think
Enjoy yourself, while you’re still in the pink
The years go by, as quickly as a wink
Enjoy yourself, enjoy yourself, it’s later than you think
Cue theme music…
DEZI ARNEZ, Bandleader: It’s Bob Belvedere’s Songs For Swingin’ Sinatra Fans!…starring that King Of The Hill, A-Number One Sinatra Fan himself: Bob Belvedere. And here he comes, just like he came out of the womb, cigarette in one hand, a Jack-on-the-rocks in another [laughter] …heeerrreee’ssss BOB! [applause and cheers]
BOB: Hey, Swingin’ Lovers…thank you…thank you very much…how did everybody get in my room? [laughter]
This is you hep-cat pilot, Bob Belvedere, and we’re gonna soar way-up in that stratosphere, where the air is rarefied, to celebrate the 100th Birthday of The Chairman Of The Board, Ol’ Blue Eyes, The Voice — Mr. Francis Albert Sinatra. [applause]
[Bill Miller-sh piano starts playing I Get A Kick Out Of You] You know a sign that you’re considered one of the greats in Music is when you can be referred to by one name and everybody knows exactly who’s being talked about. And Frank Sinatra certainly fits that bill — and I’m sure he paid it too. [laughter]
Seriously…how many other musicians or composers can be so easily recognized? Not many, I’ll wager. Well, Mr. S. was one of the few, the very, very few, like Bach and Beethoven, Tchaikovsky and Mozart, Martin and Lewis. [laughter]
He influenced more singers than any other singer has ever done in the whole history of this marvelous thing called Music.
Frank brought a Ring to the Ding-Ding, a Dooby to the Do, a Koo to the Koo — all with a talent unmatched before or since. Many have tried…and all have failed.
We’re gonna honor The Man and His Music tonight — not with some modern singers attempting and failing to decently cover the tunes Frank made his own, singers that will be forgotten by the time their big Century Day rolls around — no, we’re gonna feature The Man himself in all his glory, from here to eternity, if you please. So let’s get this Party flyin’ with the first recording played on the moon, by Buzz Aldrin and Neil Armstrong…
This song was written by Mr. Bart Howard, arranged and conducted by Quincy Jones, with the Count Basie and His Orchestra layin’ down some solid chords…
BOB: Love that Count Basie touch at the end — that’s one high flyin’ combo.
[piano starts playing Young At Heart] Over the years, Frank recorded nearly 1,500 tunes, but it all started back in 1939, March 18th to be exact, when he asked bandleader Frank Mane if he could join him in the studio and lay down a vocal to one of the songs being waxed…
BOB: It wasn’t long before Young Frankie was noticed by a big-leaguer — Mr. Harry James — and asked to join his new Orchestra. Everyone knows the hit record he made with the band, All Or Nothing At All, but here’s another track that is my particular favorite from Frank’s stint with the great Harry James [whose birthday we’ll be sure to celebrate here in the near future]:
BOB: Oh, man…what a pairing.
Here’s another paring that was pure magic…
BOB: We’ll be right back with more of this Swingin’ Affair after this commercial:
BOB: Welcome back, young at heart lovers. [applause]
What say we look for a moment at Mrs. S. at work in the studio. He was meticulous and hardest on himself when it came to recording a performance. And he kept at it until his vocals met his high standards. When he was initially laying down the tracks for his greatest album, Songs For Swingin’ Lovers, Frank started with a different arrangement for the Johnny Mercer tune, I Thought About You, one that he would discard eventually in favor of the one we’ve come to know and love. Here it it, thanks to James McEwan:
BOB: And now a word from Mr. Steve Wynn:
BOB: Ain’t that a kick? [laughter]
BOB: What is Dez, old buddy old pal?
DEZI: I have a problem that only you can solve.
BOB: What is it, my old bandleader friend?
DEZI: Well, as you know, I’ve been seeing this lady…
BOB: Yeah, and I must say, she’s quite the gal.
DEZI: You see, Bob, I’m head-over-heels for her and, well…
BOB: Spit it out, dear boy, like you do in your trumpet and all over the bandstand. [laughter]
DEZI: Well, ever since I fell in love with Gertrude…
BOB: ‘Gertrude’?!?…I thought that name was banned. [laughter]
DEZI: …I’ve got this itch that’s driving me nuts.
BOB: I hate to ask this, but: Have you two made any Hey-Hey yet?
DEZI: Oh no!…she’s a Ringerterain.
BOB: A ‘Ringertarian’.
DEZI: No Hey-Hey until I put a ring on her finger. [laughter]
BOB: Well then, I don’t know…
DEZI: Oh no.
BOB: …Wait a minute! Wait just a darn minute! Hold your horses…
DEZI: Ah, Bob, you know the track closed down last Tuesday. [laughter]
BOB: I didn’t mean that literally…listen: Doctor Sinatra, I’m sure, can diagnose this affliction…
BOB: How do you feel now, Dez?
DEZI: Like I’ve got the world on a string! [laughter]
BOB: Ladies and Gentlemen, Mr. Dennis Miller:
BOB: You know, whether you’re young or old, no matter if you’re feelin’ sad or feelin’ glad, Frank Sinatra can make everything all right. Especially if you’re on the antique side of life, a little Francis Albert is better than any pill the Doc prescribes you…
[piano plays My Way]
BOB: When it comes to Frank Sinatra, and thanks to the miracle of recorded music, the celebration will never end. The swingin’ times, the sad times, the romantic times will always be there — Frank will always be there to keep the party hoppin, to pop the champagne when new Love is born, and to pour you another when that gal goes away…
BOB: Well…all good times must come to and end. And we’ve reached the end of this brief episode. Just remember: With a song in your heart, it’s the oooonly way to fly, buster. And don’t forget that, in the words of the late, great Irving Berlin: The song is ended / But the melody lingers on…
BOB: Goodnight everybody! [applause and cheers]
DEZI: Bob Belvedere’s Songs For Swingin’ Sinatra Fans. Produced, Written, and Directed by Robert Belvedere. Songs For Swingin’ Sinatra Fans is a production of TCOTS International, Limited. All rights reserved; patent pending, the music never-ending.
DEZI: Yes, Bob?
BOB: We can’t end it like that…you know with a kinda sad one.
DEZI: I bet you’ve got something in mind.
BOB: You bet your sweet bippy I do…hit it Frank!…
-Happy Birthday, Francis.
Yesterday, we got to see some Leftist Thinking as nakedly displayed by Proconsul Jerry Brown and, while disturbing, it was not as violent as the peak into this fellow’s Nihilistic Soul…
Loring Wirbel [Bob: Was he named after a discarded character from Ayn Rand’s Atlas Shrugged?], board member of the American Civil Liberties Union’s Colorado chapter and co-chair of the ACLU’s Colorado Springs chapter, called for supporters of GOP presidential hopeful Donald Trump to be shot before they vote for the billionaire businessman.
Comparing Trump to Nazi propagandist Joseph Goebbels, Wirbel wrote in his Facebook page:
The thing is, we have to really reach out to those who might consider voting for Trump and say, “This is Goebbels. This is the final solution. If you are voting for him I will have to shoot you before election day.” They’re not going to listen to reason, so when justice is gone, there’s always force….
Ain’t it funny how these milksop apparatchiks get all Dirty Harry when it suits them? Such pantywaist machismo!
This bald-headed stooge is quite the whack-job [but you knew he had a screw loose when you saw his picture, didn’t you?] so one is not surprised he wrote what he did [was it first written in crayon and then transcribed and posted by an adult?].
What makes what this dingbat said interesting for me is that he holds such a lofty position in the ACLU, supposedly one of those Leftist organizations that is ‘respectable’, allowed into polite company, which adds weight to my argument that the Left In America is becoming less and less circumspect about hiding their Radical [aka: Abnormal] beliefs.
Perhaps this Wirbel fellow should be congratulated, as with Jerry Brown, for pulling away the happy face mask of Leftist Deception, for giving us a clear glimpse of what lies behind The Big Lie?
As Wirbel demonstrates, the average Leftist has a mind the size of a gerbil — and a putrid and rotting heart to boot.