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From the Trailer Park — God’s Pocket

Philip Seymour Hoffman, Christina Hendricks(!), John Turturro and Richard Jenkins

Tuesday Open Thread


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The Hives. No bright lights, no big city went to my head…

Monday Open Thread

Christ Curses the Fig Tree, Woodcut by Urs Graf (Swiss)

Christ Curses the Fig Tree, Woodcut by Urs Graf (Swiss)

Last Five Watched

… or what I realized could also be called “Libertarians’ Delight.”

1. Milius — Knew how much I already dig who Spielberg still considers a master raconteur, so I’m torn between two highly charged emotions after watching: do I love Red Dawn all the more since it so viscerally pissed off (and continues to this day) liberals, or am I all the more enraged at Milius’ thin-skinned friends and colleagues for kicking him to the curb because of Red Dawn? Either way, a huge thanks to ScottDS for dropping in to alert us about this.

2. Jim Norton — American Degenerate. Fantastic filth flarn filth from my favorite Red Eye potty-mouth.

3. Jim Breuer — And Laughter for All. Never cared for “Goat Boy” or one of earlier Comedy Central specials which fixated for too long on pot, but Breuer’s visit to That Metal Show’s latest season finale had me reconsider watching this on Netflix. Nowhere near Cosby-level family stories, but tales of his wife and daughters still enough to make me forget why I ignored a fellow 80s metalhead for so long.

4. Private Parts — With an appreciative hat-tip to JimmyC for cluing me in to Howard Stern’s man-crush on Greg Gutfeld (and The Five). Been too long since I’d revisited this goofy bio-pic.

5. Captain America: The Winter Soldier. If you haven’t already seen this glorious ode to combatting federal government overreach, the only thing you should avoid is the 3-D price gouge. If only the Hollywood tongue-bathers realized how much this movie slams their beloved One in the White House.

Palm Sunday Open Thread

Christ's Entry Into Jerusalem by Albrecht Durer

Christ’s Entry Into Jerusalem by Albrecht Durer

Palm Sunday Gospel

Saturday with Floyd


Beautiful day at Jetty View Park on Balboa Peninsula in Newport Beach.

Still Hypocritical

Vote Dry… cuz your Congressman was going to wet his whistle anyway… serf. From The Atlantic:

In a yet-to-be-gentrified area of Northeast D.C., a nondescript warehouse was unusually lively last Saturday afternoon. Inside? A spirited bottling party.

The Ivy City warehouse is home to New Columbia Distillers. Started in 2012 by Michael Lowe, New Columbia is unique in that it’s the first distillery in Washington since before Prohibition.

But that isn’t the company’s only link to the country’s teetotaling days. New Columbia’s signature product, Green Hat Gin, is an homage to Congress’s personal bootlegger.

While members of Congress may have championed Prohibition laws on the House floor, many of them happily broke the rules in any of the 3,000 speakeasies scattered throughout downtown Washington. And when members needed to restock their personal hooch supply, they turned to one man: George Cassiday.

During his time as a booze distributor on the Hill, Cassiday estimated that four out of five members of Congress drank—and many of them availed themselves of Cassiday’s services. Congress even gave Cassiday his own storeroom in the basement of the Cannon office building.

Cassiday was eventually arrested twice, both times going into congressional offices with booze in tow. “It was hardly a well-kept secret,” said Garrett Peck, the author of Prohibition in Washington, D.C.: How Dry We Weren’t. After one of his arrests, a press agent pointed out Cassiday as “the man over there in the green hat,” and thus his moniker (and the District’s new brand of gin) was christened.

Before the 1930 midterm elections, Cassiday wrote a series of five front-page articles for The Washington Post about his former clientele. Though he didn’t name names, he gave plenty of colorful detail. One senator Cassiday supplied would hide his liquor on top of a bookshelf, next to the Congressional Record.

“He never mentioned liquor to me, but occasionally he would say he could use some ‘new reading matter,’” Cassiday wrote. “This customer always referred to me as his ‘librarian.’ ”

After Cassiday died in 1967, his wife burned an important piece of D.C. history—Cassiday’s ledger book. Today, it may have looked like a who’s who in Congress from Prohibition days.

In years past I probably would have seen this as a jaunty story of rapscallion Congressmen getting one over on the lunacy of Prohibition. The older I get I see it for what it is… a bunch of patrician assholes living above the law they imposed on everyone else. In the immortal words of David Byrne: “Same as it ever was.”

Saturday Song

“Pancho and Lefty” — Townes Van Zandt