Grieving for the EPA and the planet.

In her New Yorker piece, “Earth Day in the Age of Trump”, Elizabeth Kolbert writes:

…millions of Americans will celebrate Earth Day, even though, three months into Donald Trump’s Presidency, there sure isn’t much to celebrate. A White House characterized by flaming incompetence has nevertheless managed to do one thing effectively: it has trashed years’ worth of work to protect the planet. As David Horsey put it recently, in the Los Angeles Times, “Donald Trump’s foreign policy and legislative agenda may be a confused mess,” but “his administration’s attack on the environment is operating with the focus and zeal of the Spanish Inquisition.”

One small consolation is that some of Trump’s orders don’t take effect immediately. “There is time enough before Mr. Trump’s ignorance translates into actual policy for the public to make its opposition to this anti-science agenda felt again.” – New York Times editorial, “Trump Risks the Planet”

And Michael Bloomberg gives me additional hope: “Climate Progress, With or Without Trump”

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I had a laugh watching Anne Hathaway and Jimmy Fallon sing Google-double-translated versions of hit songs, so I thought I’d run the fairly slangy dialogue from one of my favorite Michael Kitchen scenes through the filter. Have to hand it to Google Translate, it does a pretty accurate job with most languages I tried. Korean and Polish need a bit of work, though:

Hey, but I killed him.
It was an accident.
Well, he’s dead. I torture my wife, blindfolded.
He is dead. I did it. How good do you think it is?
Greg, would you lower your voice?
When they asked why, I would say “the least.” No, frankly, it is the tiredest thing I can do.
And that does not mean he’s dressed up. No.
In the luxury of his waxed car he fried a sharp and dirty bastard.

Hey, but I killed him.
It was an accident.
So, he’s dead. Bastard, bestowal on my wife, the thief blind me.
He’s dead, and I did it. How do you think how good?
Greg, would you keep your voice?
When they ask why, I will go, “This is the least” – no, frankly, it is very bloody at least I can do.
And not only did he deliver it. No.
Fried, dirty slurry fried in the luxury of his car.

I certainly hope Google Translate isn’t being used for any high-level discourse between the U.S. and North Korea. I wouldn’t put it past this administration.

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From the DVD bonus feature, Michael Kitchen chatting with Alison Elliot on the set of The Buccaneers.

Dancing the Virginia Reel in the ballroom scene.

 

Pity no behind-the-scenes footage of the negotiation scene.

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In these distressing times, there’s no better distraction from the woes of the world than working on this site and basking in Michael Kitchen’s magnificence.

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Sam managed to survive her bout with deadly infectious disease. The rest of us may not be so lucky, given Trump’s determination to cut programs vital to our ability to stem a pandemic, the real threat to national security.

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Michael Kitchen running on screen over the years.

Good to know that “An Hour of Running May Add 7 Hours to Your Life“.

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United Airlines is as bad as the border police in Caught on a Train. Or worse if racism was a factor:

American hegemony demands non-violence from protesters, but is quick to use violence against people who are peacefully not complying at UC Davis, Ferguson, Standing Rock – or even those who are just sitting in a plane seat. In every case, a lack of moral imagination, critical thinking and patience allowed a situation to a level of state violence, sometimes lethally, against people (mostly of colour). – “Thanks to United Airlines, is flying while Asian something to fear?“, The Guardian

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These two.

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It’s National Dog Bite Prevention Week. I feel sorry for all the mail carriers who must deal with the myth, “Don’t worry – my dog won’t bite.”

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A find via the Foyle’s War Appreciation Society and tumblr, Michael Kitchen and Joanna Lumley, the latter captured in this photo blowing a kiss with The Greatest himself, are among the celebrities in the audience at the taping of Muhammad Ali’s Greatest Hits in London on June 5, 1979.

MK at 5:03 and 14:14.

MK at 6:47, 18:22, and 20:31.


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There’s official incompetence of the sort Foyle routinely encounters, and then there’s Trump incompetence.

I don’t think we’ve reached peak Trump. The normal incompetent person flails and stammers and is embarrassed about it. But the true genius at incompetence like our president flails and founders and is too incompetent to realize his own incompetence. …Trump’s ignorance is not just an absence [of knowledge]; it is a rich, intricate and entirely separate universe of negative information, a sort of fertile intellectual antimatter with its own gravitational pull. – David Brooks, “The Coming Incompetence Crisis

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