Category: Cats
Friday Cat Blogging! Com-Passio, Mit-Leid
Friday Cat Blogging! Trans-Species Cultural Appropriation
No day without cultural appropriation!
Friday Cat Blogging! Black Cats Matter
Friday Cat Blogging! Catfish Blues
Cultural appropriation and an egregious insult to cats!
Canned Heat, Catfish Blues, circa 1967. I forgot how good and distinctive Henry Vestine's guitar work is on this cut. From their first album, Canned Heat. I bought it when it first came out. Mint condition still. Not for sale! Heard 'em live at a club called the Kaelidoscope in Los Angeles and at the The Monterey Pop Festival 50 years ago this June.
Robert Petway, Catfish Blues, 1941.
Friday Cat Blogging! Purr-honian Cat
Friday Cat Blogging a Day Late
And then there is Schroedinger's troll.
Saturday Night at the Oldies: Cats
Loving Spoonful, Nashville Cats, 1966. They's playin' since they's babies.
Harry Chapin, Cat's in the Cradle. For you fathers out there. Bond with your son when he's five. Wait till he's 50 and he won't give you the time of day.
Tokens, The Lion Sleeps Tonight, 1961
Bent Fabric, Alley Cat, 1962. Bent fabric can be said to have a kink in it. Therefore,
Kinks, Phenomenal Cat
Tom Jones, What's New Pussycat? 1965. This reminds me to get my wife a pussyhat for her birthday to wear while I watch O'Reilly and the boys.
Norma Tanega, Walkin' My Cat Named 'Dog.' The queen of the one-hit wonders?
Mongo Santamaria, El Pussycat. If you remember this one, I'll buy you a pussyhat and a watermelon. While we have Mongo Santamaria cued up, here is his rather better-known Watermelon Man, muchachos.
Buck Owens, Tiger by the Tail. This one goes out to Kathy P.
Stray Cats, Stray Cat Strut
Ted Nugent, Cat Scratch Fever
Sue Thompson, Paper Tiger, 1965. This one's for Barack "Red Line" Obama.
Elton John, Honky Cat, 1972
Robert Petway, Catfish Blues, 1941. An influential song in the history of the blues.
Sunday Cat Blogging!
Pussy riot, American style. An impotent response to Inaugural balls.
Cultural polluter Madonna has crowned herself poster girl of the pussy riot. Destructive leftists will justify as free speech her border-line incitement to violence. But the right to free speech is not absolute. Observations on Free Speech, #9:
9. To say that the right to free expression is a natural right is not to say that it is absolute. For the exercise of this right is subject to various reasonable and perhaps even morally obligatory restrictions, both in public and in private. There are limits on the exercise of the right in both spheres, but one has the right in both spheres. To have an (exercisable) right is one thing, to exercise it another, and from the fact that one has the right it does not follow that one has the right to its exercise in every actual and possible circumstance. If you say something I deem offensive in my house, on my blog, or while in my employ, then I can justifiably throw you out, or shut you up, or fire you and you cannot justify your bad behavior by invocation of the natural right to free speech. And similarly in public: the government is justified in preventing you from from shouting 'fire' in a crowded theater, to use the hackneyed example. You are not thereby deprived of the right; you are deprived of the right to exercise the right in certain circumstances.
Friday Cat Blogging! Schroedinger’s Zombie Cat
Friday Cat Blogging! Black Cats Matter
Friday Cat Blogging a Day Late! Trump Grabs Pussy
I asked a reader whether the graphic to the left was too tasteless to post to my blog, adding, "But then these are times in which considerations of good taste and civility are easily 'trumped.'" My reader responded with a fine statement:
Of course it’s tasteless, but it’s funny. We should go to battle with a song in our heart. Never had patience for the hand-wringing by the beskirted Republicans and professional “conservatives”. How could anyone be surprised by the locker room braggadocio of a man who appeared on the Howard Stern show 600 times? Trump is a deeply flawed messenger of the right message, but politics is a practical affair. He’s a bastard, but he’s our bastard in this go-around. After all it’s only the very foundation of the republic at stake. So let’s have some fun while beating the drum for him.
My reader is right. Trump is all we've got. He has a rotten character, but then so does Hillary. This may not be obvious because, while Trump broadcasts his faults, she hides hers. This is part of her being a slimy, mendacious stealth ideologue.
Given that both are sorry specimens on the character front, it comes down to policy.
Another thing you must bear in mind is that a vote for Hillary is a vote for her entire ilk and entourage. Do you want Huma Abedin in the White House?
Friday Cat Blogging! Trump Cat
Friday Cat Blogging! Henri, the Existentialist Cat
Friday Cat Blogging! Is This Kitty Syllogizing?
Weiche dem Größeren, aber verachte nicht den Kleineren! Yield to the greater, but scorn not the lesser!
When I first glanced at this graphic I read it as: While I concede the major (premise), I do not scorn the minor! But that would be Maiori cedo, sed non contemno minorem. Or at least I think that's right: I am no Latinist, though I sometimes play one in the blogosphere. Image credit.