Nothing done, except maybe a little rest

As I’ve said in posts past, sooner or later comes a day or a week where nothing works, just by random luck. And so it was this week as assorted random factors all ganged up on me.

First off, I was still wiped from my lingering cold, not having gotten a thorough day of rest like I should.

Second, I knew I wouldn’t have today to work because of some three-day weekend stuff we’re doing. And I didn’t have a complete day yesterday because the house-cleaners come which requires a lot of maneuvering the pets around. So Mr. Hyde began whispering I might as well not even try to focus.

Having two doctor’s appointments threw me off too. One was an urgent care visit about my sore throat: I’ll be very social this weekend and talking too much can aggravate a sort throat into laryngitis, as I know from experience. They gave me a steroid and I almost immediately started to feel better.

The second visit was to get some vaccine shots — covid, primarily — because who knows if they’ll be available a month from now, given the lunatic running federal health services.

Plus as TYG was off this week, we hit Costco Wednesday to stock up on stuff. We’d have gone on the weekend, but we couldn’t make Saturday and they were closed Easter Sunday.

So all I accomplished in writing was an Atomic Junk Shop post about Marvel’s release from June, 1970 — not a particularly landmark month, but the topic seemed to stimulate my brain. Above, a John Buscema cover; below, one by his brother Sal.

I also wrote an article for The Local Reporter about state bills that would gut local governments’ ability to control development.

And that was it. But I did rest up quite a bit; hopefully enough.

Four months into the year, I feel somewhat bummed that nothing’s finished or ready to go. Impossible Takes a Little Longer, Let No Man Put Asunder and Jekyll and Hyde are chugging along but no major landmarks achieved; we still haven’t nailed down the cover for Southern Discomfort; and it feels like nothing will ever sell or be finished, ever. I know that’s not true, but I can’t help the brooding.

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I never promised you a rose garden — wait, I did.

Several years back I promised TYG a rose bush for Valentine’s Day or our anniversary (I’m not sure). However whenever rose-planting season rolled around, she was too busy at work to go rose shopping. Finally, back in 2023, we planted one. This year, it bloomed again —

— but the flowers weighed down the stems which is bad, I gather. This week TYG trimmed them off and brought them inside.

They smell nice too.

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So what’s RFK Jr.’s end game?

According to Robert F. Kennedy Jr., the Felon’s secretary of Health and Human Services, people with autism are parasites and a drag on society: “They’ll never pay taxes, they’ll never hold a job, they’ll never play baseball, they’ll never write a poem, they’ll never go out on a date. Many of them will never use a toilet unassisted.” As noted at the link, while this is true of some “high support needs” autism cases it’s not at all a universal truth. Even with HSN individuals, it’s definitely not a truth that autism “destroys families” and children. Plus they all deserve human decency, dignity, and help if they do need it. As noted at the link, Kennedy’s gutting of government health services won’t help them at all.

Of course, Kennedy’s solution is to send them, along with addicts, people with depression and ADHD sufferers off to the country to work the land. Which won’t fix people (though it fits with the civilization-sucks thesis I blogged about last week. It won’t help them, but as noted at the link it’ll get them out of sight and out of public life.

This makes it rather creepy that Kennedy’s plans to relitigate — I won’t call it research — whether autism causes vaccines — includes setting up a database tracking people with autism. I have a strong suspicion this will not include any efforts to conceal personal data or protect their identities. It will make it easier if his plan for farms goes forward. Sure, he says they’ll be voluntary, but I don’t buy it — Kennedy clearly loathes autistic people. Nor do I believe his claims his autism research will be unbiased. He’s already rejected CDC studies that don’t fit his agenda. And I doubt his wish to access to information in the FDA vaccine safety database was for good purposes. Ditto burying a CDC pro-vax measles report.

Which leads to the question of my title: what’s his goal? One possibility is straight-up eugenics: remove autistic people from public life, sterilize them, subject them to whatever crackpot cures he thinks will work. This may also relate to his other awful policies: sure, some people will die but that’s just culling the herd, leaving healthier people behind. If more LGBTQ people commit suicide, well, Republicans are cool with it. Or consider Mehmet Oz, Kennedy’s new director of Medicare and Medicaid, who thinks Americans can cut drug costs by using less drugs. Or Kennedy’s claims our health problems are all our own fault.

Second, Kennedy’s made money off his crusades before and lots of 21st century doctors have profited off quack cures and dubious theories. It’s quite possible it’s all about money, much as phony covid cures are a cash cow..= Or simply arrogance: Kennedy wants to prove his medical nonsense and he wants to make his theories policy, deciding what treatments work and which do not. Or a combination of all three.

Or maybe, as Paul Krugman says of this administration in general: “It’s evil, but it isn’t calculated evil. That is, it’s not a considered political strategy, with a clear end goal. It’s a visceral response from people who, as Thomas Edsall puts it, are addicted to revenge.”

In other bad Republican health ideas:

USDA is suspending milk quality-control tests. Only temporary, supposedly. And it can’t use terms like “safe drinking water.”

ACA’s Medicaid expansion provides healthcare for millions. Republicans would like to kill it. DeSantis allegedly profits off it.

Anti-vaxxers are spreading misinformation about deaths in Texas’ measles outbreak. Hey, maybe it was a bioweapon!

Trump’s one good accomplishment was Operation Warp Speed giving us the covid vaccine. The rest of his response to the pandemic was terrible — and like everything else in his second term, it’s gotten worse.

The “health freedom” movement says people have the right to make their own choices — but like so many deregulation efforts that shifts the burden for safety and health from medical professionals and regulators onto individuals — and “do your own research” gets people killed. And I’m sure makes more money for alternative medicine practitioners and providers. As Paul Campos says, in the context of medicine, “personal choice” is lethal. See also.

Despite Kennedy’s professed concern for environmental health the CDC’s firing the teams that perform cruise ship inspections and firing the CDC’s lead experts. Despite his promises of transparency, he’s firing the teams that handle Freedom of Information Act requests.

I don’t believe in the Book of Revelation as a literal prophesy of the end times, but Kennedy sure does qualify as the Third Horseman of the Apocalypse.

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Four quotes for your consideration

First one is from Karen, one of the Lawyers, Guns and Money commenters (I don’t know if she wants her full name attached) about Lent: “Lenten discipline isn’t supposed to make us miserable. In fact, the Christian life is supposed to be the opposite of miserable — as Jesus said, he came to give us life ’more abundantly.’ Not in the Prosperity Gospel kind of paganism, where we’re rewarded with mansions and yachts, but in the understanding that we don’t have to appease angry deities and we don’t have to endure injustice. God gives us the strength to repair the world; Lent teaches us to control our appetites where they need a little control. We have to think about our actions. Lent is the ‘leg day at the gym’ of the liturgical year, not the jail sentence.”

Second, from Theodore Roosevelt: “No man is above the law and no man is below it: nor do we ask any man’s permission when we ask him to obey it.”

Third, by Scott Lemieux, on libertarians (the guys who pretend they believe in limited government) who think Trump sending people without due process is nothing to worry about: “It’s obvious that “why do you care so much about THIS” is a concession that you’ve got nothing on the merits. But “if the a candidate tells racist lies about immigrants and goes on to win a plurality of the vote the Fifth Amendment is therefore suspended for the entirety of his term” sure takes that move in a sub-Schmittian direction.”

Finally, one from Bluesky (I think) on why Republicans can come together more effectively: “This comes of the difference of a party (usually) in favor of defending the status quo (Republicans) — everyone shares the same goals, it’s easy to maintain party unity. A party that is based at least in part around changing the status quo has to deal with innumerable groups that might have very different ideas about how they want the status quo to change.”

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Let the jokes about the title begin!

From what I’ve been able to glean online, it’s some kind of Gothic romance but the title …

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Who’s the mad science dick who’s a sex machine with all the chicks?

DR. JEKYLL AND LES FEMMES (1981) isn’t the first sleazy or sexploitative film I’ve watched for Jekyll and Hyde (case in point) but it creeped me out the worst, with women’s naked, brutalized corpses displayed as unpleasantly as any slasher film.

Jekyll is throwing a party to announce his engagement but then he turns into Hyde and starts killing, torturing or raping the guests (Hyde has an 11-inch penis, presumably because it’ll tear up lady parts more when it’s that big). In between all that he finds time for an incredibly tedious discussion with his guests about whether Immanuel Kant’s concepts of transcendence are compatible with rational scientific inquiry. With Udo Kier as Jekyll and Patrick Magee as a perverted General Carew, it’s one I could have done without ever watching. But duty before self. “Only charlatans assert they know how to transform sand into gold.”


Spencer Tracy wanted to play his Jekyll and Hyde as a binge drinker who acquires a mistress while on a bender and adopts the Hyde identity to cover it up. Jack Palance’s Hyde has a lot in common with someone discovering drinking can loosen him up. in JEKYLL AND HYDE … TOGETHER AGAIN (1982) the analogy is cocaine (very cool in the early 1980s) rather than booze. We open with movie titles spelled out in white powder which someone then snorts up through a rolled dollar bill. They’re not exactly hiding the analogy.

Jekyll’s (Mark Blankenfield) wonder drug does indeed come in white powdery form. The brilliant surgeon hopes that by unleashing our animalistic side, humanity will no longer need surgery because — well, it’s unclear whether he thinks our beast side would have Wolverine’s healing factor or what (but it sounds oddly similar to the natural-health “woo” we’re seeing today). In any case, the effect of taking it accidentally is that he becomes a hyperkinetic, sex-crazed Hyde with gold chains materializing on his chest along with a razor for cutting coke (nope, not subtle).

Jekyll has treated singer/sex worker Ivy (Krista Errickson) who’s stunned when he gives her money to help her out and doesn’t want sex in return. As Hyde, he’s uncontrollably randy; at first she’s willing, then he becames stalkery/harassing and she finally decides to shoot him. As Jekyll he’s so chaste he’s almost asexual, much to the frustration of his fiancee Mary (Bess Armstrong). I was pleased that while Mary’s initially written as the stereotypical rich bitch who loses out in the romance, she turns out to be much more likable, and much more interested in sex than her man is.

The film looks like someone saw Young Doctors in Love a few months earlier and decided to knock it off. This has much the same slapstick, goofball humor such as intercom announcements in the background (“We need a proctologist in the E/R. An asshole is waiting.”). The climax comes when Hyde runs out of a medical awards ceremony … into a Victorian streetscape with hansom cabs and Sherlock Holmes among his pursuers. It does have its moments but not quite enough of them. “Man has not evolved an inch from the slime that spawned him.”

DR. JEKYLL AND MR. HYDE (1980 or 1981 I can’t find a consistent date yet) is a British production that stars David Hemming as a Jekyll as middle-aged as in Stevenson’s novel. The mutton-chop whiskered scientist mixes social reform with visits to houses of prostitution, then returns home from the brothels haunted by guilt. How much easier life would be if he could purge his evil side (I think “evil” is a strong word for what he’s doing) and live a life of virtue. Of course, that’s not how it works out.

This is an extremely Victorian adaptation: crowded, bustling streets, stuffy offices, social-reform societies and sex workers who don’t look very glamorous or sexy, plus a brothel keeper (Diana Dors) who unleashes a tirade of Victorian slang in one scene. It’s another film that presents Jekyll as an addict, repeatedly quitting his other life but never able to drop Hyde for good. It’s a low-key film as Hyde isn’t the savage he frequently is — even when he rapes one of Jekyll’s household staff, it’s less brutal than Fredric March’s Hyde would have been. Overall an excellent job; Desmond Llewellyn (Bond’s Q) plays the doomed Sir Danvers Carew. “I never thought the pleasures of the flesh were the work of the devil.”

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The paradox of tolerance and the end of FOTUS

As I said in an earlier post (I don’t have the link), every dictatorship looks invincible … until it isn’t.

That doesn’t mean the Felon/Musk/Putin triumvirate will fall any time soon or even before I’m dead. And much injustice will take place before the tyrant topples. Along with their own corruption, the Felon seems determined to prevent anyone protecting anyone from predators like himself — gutting the CFPB, for instance. Protecting rich tax cheats. Gutting what little gun control rules exist. Punishing environmental NGOs for existing (the religious right loathes environmentalists). Shutting down the office that guards against foreign disinformation. After all, the foreign disinformation is often coming from inside the house.

But as always the resistance continues. Harvard’s pushing back against the Felon’s attempt to push it around. Judges are drawing lines in the sand. The Felon’s toppled a lot of dominos but some of them are toppling against him. As Chris Geidner says at LawDork (second link in this paragraph) “It is nowhere near the end, we do not yet even know how it will end, and there will be many more disturbing developments before it does, but Thursday was a day for seeing why standing up matters — and can make a difference.”

Or as Fred Clark puts it: “Seriously, just look around. Does it look like the meek are inheriting the earth? Does it look like those who hunger and thirst for justice are being filled? Does it look like the merciful are being shown mercy? Jesus was meek and merciful and hungry for justice and look where that got him. They killed him. We killed him. Power won. That’s what this everyday Saturday shows us — power always wins. “If you want a picture of the future,” George Orwell wrote, “imagine a boot stomping on a human face — forever.”

“But in fact,” St. Paul says, everything changes on Sunday. Come Sunday power loses. Come Sunday, love wins, the meek shall inherit, the merciful will receive mercy and no one will ever go hungry for justice again. Come Sunday, everything changes. If there ever is a Sunday. And but so, this is why we hope for Sunday and why we live for the hope of Sunday. Even though we can’t know for sure that Sunday will ever come and even if Saturday is all we ever get to see.”

I’m willing to work to bring about Sunday, but the work won’t end then. I anticipate a strong pushback against any attempt to hold the Felon’s lackeys accountable. FOTUS Press Secretary Karoline Leavitt is a fascist propagandist; AG Pam Bondi is conducting herself more like the Felon’s mob mouthpiece than a lawyer who serves the American people. Yet I guarantee when this is over there will be employers willing to hire them (even outside the right wing world) and mainstream media outlets running Bondi’s insight on what the next Democratic president is doing wrong.

Case in point, John Yoo served in W’s attorney general’s office arguing that the president has absolute power to contravene any laws or court decisions, including locking innocent people up at Gitmo without due process. He’s currently a University of California law professor and gets periodically quoted by the news media (under a Democratic administration he seems to forget his belief the president has absolute power. Go figure).

Because Democrats are the mommy party we’re supposed to be nice, not vindictive; because we’re the party that advocates for tolerance we’re supposed to be forgiving. So Bondi thinks exiling alleged criminals to El Salvador is her boss keeping America safe (not, of course, the innocent people who get shipped there) and takes Tesla vandalism more seriously than school shootings; surely we’re not going to criminalize a difference of opinion, are we?

No, I wouldn’t want her criminalized unless she’s done something criminal; I wouldn’t want her stripped of due process even if we had strong suspicions she was crooked. Everyone deserves protection under the law. However I see no reason to treat her like she was just one more AG, no different from all the other lawyers who’ve held the gig. If anyone wants to shun her, not hire her, send her to Coventry — as I’ve said before, the intolerant are not entitled to toleration.

It’s one thing if a Felon supporter realizes they’ve screwed up. If they’re willing to work against him, I’m willing to work with them (more discussion here), however much I’m muttering “You should have listened to us!” If they want to offer excuses (“I’m willing to be judged … by perfect people.” was one accused sexual harasser’s huffy defense) or make vague muttering about how mistakes were made … nope. Remember, everyone in the FOTUS administration is there by choice. Sure, he’d have found someone to fill their jobs but that’s never an excuse. As the old line goes “Everyone’s entitled to a lawyer. It doesn’t have to be you.”

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Modesty Blaise and the Avengers: comic strip heroes in trade paperback

After watching MY NAME IS MODESTY a few weeks back, I decided to dive back in to the world of Peter O’Donnell’s daring heroine, starting with the one volume of the comic strip Durham Library has that I haven’t read, Ripper Jax (by O’Donnell and artist Enric Badia Romero.

The best strip in this 1990s collection is the first one, in which Modesty learns a psychometric friend of hers is being coerced by knife-wielding gangster “Ripper” Jax, who’s holding the psychic’s daughter hostage. Can Modestry and her trusty dioscuri Willie Garvin rescue the girl and fix Jax’s wagon? Yes, of course, but there are some surprises along the way. The remaining strips are good, though not as good:

  • The Maori Connection. Trouble in New Zealand where Modesty’s friend Sir Gerald’s niece is in peril from someone looking to eliminate competition for a large inheritance.
  • Honeygun. That’s the nickname of a female assassin who did Modesty a favor years ago; now the bill’s coming due.
  • Durango. Two of Modesty and Willie’s friends are hostages with the eponymous revolutionary leader in Guatemala. The rescue plan goes sideways when it turns out Durango knows and hates Modesty Blaise.

The introduction to the collection argues that while Modesty is frequently described as the female James Bond, they’re fundamentally different: Bond works on orders from M, Modesty acts according to her own sense of morality. Sounds about right.

I recently finished rereading AVENGERS: Behold the Vision by Roy Thomas and multiple artists (most notably John Buscema, who did the cover, and Barry Windsor-Smith) as part of my Silver Age Reread over at Atomic Junk Shop. While my assessment of this run hasn’t changed from the last time I read the TPB, it does strike me the team is surprisingly underpowered for “Earth’s Mightiest Heroes.” With Thor, Iron Man and Captain America out of the book and Wanda and Pietro absent it feels close to the Detroit Justice League second-string level at times. Perhaps that’s why Thomas has Hawkeye ditch his bow and arrow in favor of becoming Goliath but that role never really worked for me. Still, I’m an Avengers fan from the Kookie Quartet days (the era when the team was Cap, Hawkeye, Scarlet Witch and Quicksilver) so I enjoyed this (as always with decades old comics, YMMV).

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French detectives! Spanish time travel! British tars! TV, movies and a play

The second season of the French crime series HPI jacks up the stakes some from S1 while keeping the same basic premise: genius cleaner Morgane (Audrey Fleurot) works as a police consultant, using her brains and super-acute awareness of details to solve crimes that would otherwise be dead ends. In one scene her partner Karadec (Mehdi Nebbou) points out this is exactly the point in the episode where she comes up with a brilliant deduction so well, what has she figured out?

As a result of one unauthorized investigation last season, Morgane is under scrutiny by Internal Affairs cop Roxane (Clotilde Hesme) and thinking before she talks is not Morgane’s strength. Over the course of the season she clears herself but she also realizes she’s hot for Karadec, who is now dating Roxane — plus a great deal more going on Morgane’s messy personal life. Still a fun one. “Look for three-fingered men and you find one on every corner.”

MIRAGE (2019) is a Spanish time travel film probably inspired by Frequency as it has a similar premise of two people communicating across time by using the same device (a radio in the first movie, a video camera here) under freak conditions and, of course, screwing up their lives.

The protagonist, a nurse in the present, contacts a kid in 1989 the very night he’s about to die running from a murderer. Her intervenion saves the kid but creates a new timeline: she’s a famous neurosurgeon (she gave up on that when she married), the killer’s still out there and her husband thinks she’s a deranged stalker. Can she put things back to rights? Can she and the boy bring the killer to justice?

I really enjoyed this one other than one annoying plot contrivance: why is it her alt.friends and colleagues never bring up her husband (“You’re having some sort of breakdown — I’ll call him.”)? The answer is that it preserves a big reveal late in the film but it still makes no sense. However I still recommend the film. “The flight of a butterfly can be very cruel if it’s in a place or time that allows for change.”

This year’s Gilbert and Sullivan production from the Durham Savoyards was the duo’s first big hit, H.M.S. PINAFORE OR THE LASS THAT LOVED A SAILOR. This has never been a favorite of mine — the relatively simple question of whether the Lass will end up with heroic sailor Rick Rackshaw or Sir Joseph Porter, KCB lacks the plot complications and twists of most of the later works. However it does show many of the elements that recur in later plays such as characters switched at birth and pompous, unqualified officials. It also occurs to me that a key part of the plot makes Buttercup (no relation to the Princess Bride character) at least 15 years older than the man she’s going to marry at the end. Still the Durham Savoyards put on a lively, engaging production, as usual (and unlike some of theirs, done in period). “Now this is most alarming — she practiced baby farming!”

PS. My friend Ada Milenkovic Brown took out an ad for Ceaseless Way — we’re both contributors — in the Pinafore program.

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This week I was trapped, tangled and in total trouble!

No, wait, that’s the guy on Sal Trapani’s cover. My week wasn’t quite that bad.

When I talked about successfully fighting off a cold last week, I was optimistic. I have kept the usual bronchial infection at arm’s length but stuff like this usually requires a day of rest to shake off and I hadn’t given myself one. Nor have I gotten one since. So I’m still feeling wiped out (a couple of bad nights of sleep didn’t help) and still coughing a little. If it persists into next week I’ll visit the doctor.

Still I did get plenty done. Work on Savage Adventures, some movies watched for Jekyll and Hyde, and two articles for The Local Reporter. One on Carrboro’s plans to protect residents in the current political climate, one on the budget for the coming fiscal year. Over at Atomic Junk Shop I blogged about Green Lantern #76, considered one of the books that launched the Bronze Age.

I’m not a fan of Denny O’Neil’s writing here — I rarely am — but that is one hell of a cool Neil Adams cover!

I also finished the taxes which proved more work than I’d anticipated. On the plus side I found enough savings that we’re entitled to refunds at the state and federal level. I mailed them off Tuesday. I’d like to say “next year I’ll handle them much more efficiently” but like so many Americans I’ve said that too many years to believe it.

This weekend I do hope to turn Sunday into a lazy, layabout day. We’ll see if it happens. In any case, have a great weekend everyone!

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