Brothers?

Well, my nuts are planted -2 of them, the only viable walnuts that made the journey from Lebanon to Harrisburg.  To find out if they're viable, you need to husk them and drop them in water, if they float... that's bad, there's air inside, if they sink?  that's good.  They have to be planted about 1" -2" deep because... well, that's about as deep as nutsy squirrels bury them in the fall.
I went to see "Geostorm" last evening and... it wasn't that bad.  Not great, mind you, fast paced though a little hokey at times, mostly during the brother scenes between Gerard Butler and Jim Sturgess.  That's right, these 2 guys are supposed to be brothers:

notice the resemblance?   Not in the least.  Marketing was way off for this movie, too.  Every trailer emphasized the CGI weather events, where it's actually a sci-fi thriller with CGI events.  There are good actors here, Ed Harris, Andy Garcia, Mare Winningham... well, maybe not Mare.  And there is pertinence since the Bad Guy spouts off the same bullshit as the Idiot Jerk in the White House which is rather amazing since the movie was ready for release 20 months ago.

And I visited my Mom yesterday; she had one of her incidents while I was there, no strength what so ever.  She was sitting out on the patio and didn't have the strength to get back to her apartment.  It took us about 10 minutes.  An associate offered to call their Med Tech and and told him that wasn't necessary... we've been through this before.  Once she was back in her apartment she laid down on her bed.  I went into her living room and sat down, and we chit chatted back and forth, and then... all of sudden, she zoomed by me in her walker heading towards her favorite chair.   You see, had the Med Tech arrived, she would have checked my Mom's B/P and called 911, and, as has happened before, the EMT's would have arrived to find nothing wrong but would have still transported her to the hospital to be on the safe side.  Believe me, that's gets expensive when it happens every 4 or 5 weeks.

While my Mom was recuperating on her bed, I checked through the news feeds on my phone and saw the Idiot Jerk was giving some sort of impromptu speech in the Rose Garden.  I flicked over to Facebook to see what sort of comments he was getting, and it was so funny.  I don't know what he was saying, but everybody was calling him a "Liar," and I had to laugh.  Rapid fire comments, maybe 2 or 3 per second, from different people and they were all the same.  People were calling him a "Liar," and a "Dirty Liar," and a "Rotten Liar;" no vulgarity, mind you.  One thing is for certain, the Idiot Jerk never looks at the comments on Facebook, otherwise he'd blow a gasket. 

John Kelly - Auteur

While many think 'auteur' might solely be associated with film, citing a specific film style, the word can also be used with both music and literature, most often being used a little pretentiously and, in this case, may not be totally appropriate.  I mean, Kelly's speech certainly had the hallmarks, he being in total artistic control, however an article in the LA Times hones away some of those specific attributes.  I'll be honest, I was 'stunned' to find out this Four Star General fictionalized an encounter with Florida Congresswoman Wilson simply to attack her credibility.  How embarrassing that this distinguished gentleman tried to sully someone else's character with faulty recollections and phony innuendo in order to prop up the Idiot Jerk in the White House's ignoble attempt at condolences.  But then this was his own, personal foray into enemy territory; his endeavor to give the Idiot Jerk in the White House a smidgen of character failed, and unfortunately he ended up trivializing a moment of heartbreak by lying.  Evidently this is his new style, to foil by distraction and deceit.
Anyway, those on the right swallowed his speech spoon by spoon.  They love this stuff.  His words hearken back to a time they have dearly entrenched in their hearts.  They desperately long to go back to those times, when black people were butlers, or drivers, or maids in uniforms, or sang and danced in honky tonks, and brown people who speak Spanish were either hombres or sidekicks, or only came to town during harvest season.  Gay people either minced quietly in the background, or were over blown comic caricatures on the silver screen where they could be laughed at by people who had no problem with discrimination.  These are the people who love John Kelly's art.  The fact that he embodies a dying culture terrifies them and so they live for his words.  To them he is a success.
On a lighter note, I'm going to go see "Geostorm" this coming Wednesday.  You know, the new Gerard Butler movie?  Somehow, I don't think he's going to be wearing this costume since it's a CGI adventure.

But let's be perfectly honest here, I would rather pay to see Gerard Butler than freely listen to John Kelly's fake art any hour, of any day of the week.  One is honest about crafting his art, the other tries to artfully craft deceit into truth.