Homer_Rice

Looking at this from a regular working stiff's perspective: 2025 Salary: $15,800,000.00 Equates to: $303,846 per week, or, $7,596.15 per hour for a 40 hour week. Cry me a river.

Ah! I looked it up because I do remember the orphanage down by where the Twin Drive-in used to be. That's St. Aloysius. The church on California Rd across from Bond Hill Elementary was St. Agnes. And Kenny's full name was Ken Elam.

I'm going back the the mid-60s here, so my memory is a little foggy. Is St. Aloysius the Catholic church that was across the street from Bond Hill Elementary? What I remember is that church sponsored one helluva good Knothole team. Coach later went on to be a scout for the Expos, until he was murdered by his wife. Kenny something? The church I went to was a small Episcopalian joint on Dale Rd - St. Matthews. And the two things I really remember about the corner of Reading and California is that there was a White Castle and a Chili Time right there. I remember buying white castles at 12 cents, and I really liked Chili Time (though I mostly went to the one in Roselawn.)

I think the essence of this entire saga lies within the Katie quote of not too long ago, where she said (I paraphrase): "At some point, Trey has got to quit complaining and stop moving the goalposts." How many people here have been part of a group (work or otherwise) in which there is one pretty talented asshole who is always griping about something? And at what point does the whining offset the talent? IMO, it's when this starts to effect the locker room. As for myself, I don't care what happens to the guy because it seems like he is never going to be happy, ever.

Of course you are. But I haven't forgotten your response to the genocide in Gaza, you murderous bastard. Unforgivable. That people even talk to you like you are a normal human being is because they haven't thought of holding you accountable for your views. I do.

I was baptized and raised as an Episcopalian. Altar boy, all that stuff. Over time, I've since changed my theological views to something more akin to Platonism: I consider myself a hylozoic monist who does not believe that there is an anthropomorphic aspect to divinity. In other words, I don't believe there is a "Being in the Sky" who pays any attention to human affairs--collectively or individually-- and hence, all attempts to propitiate such a divine being are futile, juvenile, and essentially pagan. As Shakespeare said: "The fault, Dear Brutus..." But then again, Cassius was an oligarch. So, he identifies the problem, but misses the point. My mother is 91 this month. Feeble, frail, I'm now (and have been for some years) taking care of her. Her mind is pretty gone, sadly. She is but a shadow of the woman who instilled in me the desire to learn, to improve my understanding, and whom is responsible for much of that within me is good (and it's my fault alone for the bad.) She is still a pretty devout Episcopalian and I take her to church as often as she feels like going. It's a nice church, the people are mostly honorable and fine folks, some of whom are my friends. So I occasionally take part when my Mom goes to church dinners, etc... .But I do not attend the services. Every once in a while someones asks me why. So I tell them it is a matter of principle. The Anglican Church renounced the filioque within the Nicene Creed in the 70s, although it did allow for individual churches to keep it. But if you look in the Episcopalian Book of Common Prayer, you'll find brackets around this part of the Nicene Creed. It is my belief that the concept of the filioque is an essential element of any form of Christianity for philosophical reasons. There is a long history of debate on this, going back to the early days of Christianity. After a lot of research and thought, I chose my side long ago. Now Jamie is right, new Popes often select a name which gives some indication of their philosophical leanings and in this case, it's pretty interesting. I'll be reading through Leo XIII's papal bulls in the coming weeks, but I already know of this letter from my earlier consideration of the filioque: It is Apostolicae curae and it has many of the same objections about Anglicanism that I do. Are you a human, or not? And what does that mean? As Socrates said; "The unexamined life is not worth leading."

Lookit, you don't know shit about shit. I'm gonna say it plainly: You Are A Fascist. Not in the doctrinal sense, but in the fawning, illiterate, and immoral sense. You are not the guy who thought up the SS, you are the type of bestial excuse for a human that joins the SS. You think your voice matters. It does not. You are an enemy of the human species.

Martin Wolf’s “The old global economic order is dead” Smith's commentary: After the crisis, Wolf was also pumping for serious reforms, promoting the campaign by Mervyn King, Paul Tucker, and Andrew Haldane at the Bank of England. One of their big agenda items amounted to a modern version of Glass Steagall, of separating capital markets trading from traditional banking. They lost after a hard fight to Treasury, which ‘natch was all in for the banksters.

I'm mildly surprised as American Catholics tend to be out of step with the rest of the world's congregation. Be interesting to see how this shakes out.

It's down on New Circle. It's good, too. Grimes's is the brother in the family or something. I live closer to that version, but they are basically the same. There is a Ritchie's in Bond Hill, near Reading and California I think, not far away from where i went to school and church as a kid. In any case, they're my "official" chicken of the Bengals on some Sundays.

Dear Paul; Do you like chicken? I like chicken. Do you like Ritchie's? Down here in Lexington it's called Grimes' but it is the same family. 1.58 million dollars would buy 79,000 20pc orders of chicken. If you and I got together and ate 10 pieces per day, we'd be eating chicken for the next 216 1/2 years. I'm hoping that by the end of the season, Year 2241, the Bengals will have won at least two Super Bowls. One with Burrow and one with his as yet unborn kid--Joe Burrow Two. That's what adjusting Geno Stone's pay will get you. All Aboard the Bengals "Who Dey" Express!

I have that book. It's a good read. Lots of good books about that conflict, including Nick Turse's recent one: Kill Anything That Moves. Also, Caputo, O'Brien, Fire in the Lake (can't remember the author's name off the top of my head.) Two excellent bits of fiction: The 13th Valley and Matterhorn. I was in a serious relationship with a gal who left Hue (with her family) after Tet. Should have married her. Although, if I had, I probably still be living in Philly. And while that is a good place to visit, I really didn't like living there!

Look, both you and I know that the "young liberal people hated us for serving" meme just isn't true. That wasn't part of the experience I had or of many others with whom I have spoken over the years. It's just made-up bullshit to make Vets sympathetic in the context of post-Vietnam culture. Were there people opposed to the war? Sure. I was, both (mildly) before and (hard-core committed to being anti-war) after my stint in the military. Been that way since the late 70s. The whole modern warmongering culture we live in now is disgusting. Don't thank vets for sacrificing (ultimate or otherwise.) It's a citizen's duty to do citizen's things. That's all. And, in fact, the truth of the matter is not that Vets made a sacrifice, it's that they were sacrificed by the people who power the empire. It ain't like this is the Union and we're fighting the Confederates anymore. Though there are some among us who think that might be a good way to look at things. How did us Yankees win the war and then lose the peace? Because that's what happened and we are reaping the consequences daily. Should have stood Robert E. Lee and a few others up against a wall. My sympathy for the Vets is not because they were "heroes" or some other jingoistic bullshit. My sympathy is because their lives were lost ( or damaged) unnecessarily. Any life cut short is a tragedy and even more so when it is done in the service of a cynical empire which has forgotten just what it was that made the United States special in the first place.

Just the luck of the draw for me. And I'm glad your brothers were safe.

I was going to post this in the already existing Vietnam thread above, but it's archived. Just want to say that today is the 50th anniversary of the end of that war. I was on a Med cruise at the time, but one of my best buds (and fellow Cincinnatian) was on a destroyer off the coast. Our foreign policy establishment hasn't learned much since then. R.I.P to those who served and died, as well as to those who served and survived. I'm thinking of you, as are many others.