Reading this made me think of Bobby Peru's diabolical pantyhose covered grin as played by Willem Dafoe in Lynch's Wild At Heart. That's the face of the insanity that this article conveys with complete awareness of how messed up the situation has become.
I remember making an of the cuff comment a few years back about the possibility of JD Vance becoming a future Zio-Fuhrer. After reading books like Postcards From the End of America, The Redneck Manifesto by Jim Goad and Born Fighting: How the Scots Irish Helped Make America by James Webb, Hillbilly Elegy read like an Oprah Book of the Month Club selection. The chubby faced JD of 2016 is now rocking a beard and hanging with the big money. Finger to the wind, seize the moment! That's probably the best any of us can do, hopefully not in such opportunistic fashion.
This. I believe we are likely to see a very short Trump administration before something happens to Trumpaloni. Then we will watch as Vance does an about-face, gets religion on Ukraine, and decides the war grift must go on.
As ever, Trump does not have a great radar for spotting swamp-creatures posing as allies.
There are definitely too many "James Webbs" running around. There's the brilliant astrophysicist Dr. James Webb for whom the space telescope was named after. Then there is the wonderful singer/songwriter, collaborator with the late Glenn Campbell. Jimmy Webb. Who wrote some of the best American folk-pop tunes ever such as "By the Time I get to Phoenix" and "Wichita Lineman."
Come to think of it, maybe we could use some more James Webbs. Better than the George Bushes (two too many) Bill Clintons (also two too many, just different first names) and, I could go on but enough said.
Gee Dubbs (GW), Bubbas, JD's. All men of the people with names to prove it. What could go wrong with names like that?
I had an Army/Oilfield buddy from Texas whose first name was JB. One day I asked him what "JB" stood for. He told me that it didn't stand for anything. He showed me his license. His dad felt that JB was a perfectly acceptable first name. JB aka "Bo", great guy, but neither of us belonged in politics (thank goodness).
Frank Drevin is actually Frank Booth. In real life, he's married to Isabella Rosellini's daughter, a pageant winner. Since it's an open marriage, they have the hardest time keeping track of their lovers on seven continents, including Antartica.
If you weren't so chaste, you too can live like Frank Drevin.
Looking in the mirror I realized that, below (well below) the level of my ears, I had grown "man-boobs." Now I know why the whores in the Philippines laughed at me. Some people, clueless, can't figure anything out. Like why would someone who had just been shot in the ear stand tall and pump their fist in the air just asking for that second coup de grace shot? Maybe the same reason the guy with the "man-boobs" keeps going back to the same whore house (to get laughed at)?
I saw Blue Velvet when it first came out. I also saw Eraserhead as a rerun. But I never understood the gas mask scene as being related to poppers (amyl nitrate). Perhaps because I'd only seen them inhaled on the dance floor straight from a vial. Once a gay acquaintance stuck one under my nose on a lark. (Well, he laughed. I didn't.) Made me woozy, not exactly pleasant. I had to leave the dance floor for a spell. One of those once-is-enough experiences.
What I didn't remember from Blue Velvet was Frank's mention of "Do it for Van Gogh!" Maybe I heard it but since it didn't make sense I didn't connect it to the visual of the severed ear on the lawn. I feel like I missed the whole "sexual misery" of both Frank and Dorothy. Thanks for clueing me in, Linh.
Reading this made me think of Bobby Peru's diabolical pantyhose covered grin as played by Willem Dafoe in Lynch's Wild At Heart. That's the face of the insanity that this article conveys with complete awareness of how messed up the situation has become.
I remember making an of the cuff comment a few years back about the possibility of JD Vance becoming a future Zio-Fuhrer. After reading books like Postcards From the End of America, The Redneck Manifesto by Jim Goad and Born Fighting: How the Scots Irish Helped Make America by James Webb, Hillbilly Elegy read like an Oprah Book of the Month Club selection. The chubby faced JD of 2016 is now rocking a beard and hanging with the big money. Finger to the wind, seize the moment! That's probably the best any of us can do, hopefully not in such opportunistic fashion.
Hi Troy,
CIA connected Peter Thiel is Vance's puppet master. Trump's nose is inhaling swamp soup.
Linh
This. I believe we are likely to see a very short Trump administration before something happens to Trumpaloni. Then we will watch as Vance does an about-face, gets religion on Ukraine, and decides the war grift must go on.
As ever, Trump does not have a great radar for spotting swamp-creatures posing as allies.
There are definitely too many "James Webbs" running around. There's the brilliant astrophysicist Dr. James Webb for whom the space telescope was named after. Then there is the wonderful singer/songwriter, collaborator with the late Glenn Campbell. Jimmy Webb. Who wrote some of the best American folk-pop tunes ever such as "By the Time I get to Phoenix" and "Wichita Lineman."
Come to think of it, maybe we could use some more James Webbs. Better than the George Bushes (two too many) Bill Clintons (also two too many, just different first names) and, I could go on but enough said.
Hi Tom,
Gee Dubbs (GW), Bubbas, JD's. All men of the people with names to prove it. What could go wrong with names like that?
I had an Army/Oilfield buddy from Texas whose first name was JB. One day I asked him what "JB" stood for. He told me that it didn't stand for anything. He showed me his license. His dad felt that JB was a perfectly acceptable first name. JB aka "Bo", great guy, but neither of us belonged in politics (thank goodness).
Who would have thought that we would whimsically look back at Lynch films for some sense of coherence?
God DAMN you're suave Frank! :)
Hi Gerry,
Frank Drevin is actually Frank Booth. In real life, he's married to Isabella Rosellini's daughter, a pageant winner. Since it's an open marriage, they have the hardest time keeping track of their lovers on seven continents, including Antartica.
If you weren't so chaste, you too can live like Frank Drevin.
Linh
Linh is being very nice. Since I'm a paying subscriber, he probably knows why I'm hiding behind an alias and how un-Frank Booth my life really is.
By the way, that isn't me in my photo. It is the sign of One Eyed Jacks from Lynch's Twin Peaks.
Looking in the mirror I realized that, below (well below) the level of my ears, I had grown "man-boobs." Now I know why the whores in the Philippines laughed at me. Some people, clueless, can't figure anything out. Like why would someone who had just been shot in the ear stand tall and pump their fist in the air just asking for that second coup de grace shot? Maybe the same reason the guy with the "man-boobs" keeps going back to the same whore house (to get laughed at)?
I saw Blue Velvet when it first came out. I also saw Eraserhead as a rerun. But I never understood the gas mask scene as being related to poppers (amyl nitrate). Perhaps because I'd only seen them inhaled on the dance floor straight from a vial. Once a gay acquaintance stuck one under my nose on a lark. (Well, he laughed. I didn't.) Made me woozy, not exactly pleasant. I had to leave the dance floor for a spell. One of those once-is-enough experiences.
What I didn't remember from Blue Velvet was Frank's mention of "Do it for Van Gogh!" Maybe I heard it but since it didn't make sense I didn't connect it to the visual of the severed ear on the lawn. I feel like I missed the whole "sexual misery" of both Frank and Dorothy. Thanks for clueing me in, Linh.
I might well watch Blue Velvet again now with Linh Dinh's penetrating insight.
Who knew?
Political analysis as depicted in a David Lynch film.
Actors in Lynch's films act as if they will be killed after the scene take if it isn't right.
They act as if their life depends on it.
There is always such conviction from the actors.