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  • The Best Article Ever Written For Any Website On All The Intertubes – Part I: Introduction, Caveat, and Stakeout

    Introduction

    Thirty years ago, I helped my father build a house. I worked with him for the previous few summers on smaller projects…decks, screened-in porches, fences and the like, but that year I was finished with school and so for the first time I had a hand in the construction of a home from start to finish. I learned how to set up a transit level and surveyed the site with Dad, we discussed views, elevations, and placement options when the plans were still sketches, and later I walked through the completed home, room by room, checking for undotted I’s or uncrossed T’s before packing up the last of our tools and leaving the home to its new owners. This spring we will start building our sixtieth-ish*.

    ‘That’s really sweet The Hyperbole,’ the impatient glibers may ask, ‘But what does any of that have to do with Liberty, Limited Government, Beer, Pizza, Board Games, or Boobs?’ Good question, I’m glad you asked. Turns out we built all but one of those homes in the same gated, HOA-run community, and over the years I have watched as rules, regulations, fees, and fines skyrocketed, at times it seemed as if the powers that be were actively trying to discourage new construction.**. In the same time, I have also witnessed the development of new tools and products. Some of those changes added value to the final product, some of them only made it cost more. I imagine you can guess which was which.

    And so I figured that I would write a few articles comparing the building of that first home back in ’88 with this year’s model. Focusing on the above-mentioned observations, with the odd anecdote tossed in here and there, like the story of the building inspector who would walk through doorways and down stairwells with his thumb placed on top of his head with his fingers extended upwards*** to check headroom clearance. As per Brett’s instructions, I will try to use sentences and paragraphs but I can’t promise anything, I never done too good in writin’ class.

    Caveat

    My father likes to oldmansplain that when he was a kid the phrase “Why don’cha make a federal case out of it?” was a common rebuff when someone made too large of a deal over some perceived insult or slight. As he points out**** it was a rebuff because very few things were federal issues, today it’s a meaningless phrase because everything is a federal issue.

    Except, remarkably, residential home building which has largely stayed a local issue. To get a building permit In one county all you may need is the approval of your proposed septic system, in the next county over you might need to submit plans showing every little detail down to the color of the tile in the guest bathroom. Thus when I bring up a code change, some of you may have always lived under stricter codes, while others of you may not even have to comply with the old code that is being changed. In short, don’t take any of what I say as a general rule. Always check with your friendly and helpful local building code enforcement department official and get all necessary permits before you build that deck. Unless you can’t easily see it from the street and you can put on your shocked face and say “I need a Permit? For a tiny little stoop? I had no idea!” believably, if so get cracking, those post holes aren’t going to dig themselves.

    Stake Out

    Richard Dreyfuss #metoos all over Madeline Stowe while Charlie Sheen’s more talented brother watches and Forest Whitaker languidly mast…What’s that? …Oh, STAKE…OUT, not Stakeout. That makes a lot more sense. One of the first steps in building a house is figuring out where you are going to build it, as I mentioned above, back in 1988 my father and I surveyed the property to make this determination, by survey I mean in both the ‘looked over the grounds’ and in the ‘found corner pins, pulled strings down property and/or backset lines’ sense. Thus we made sure the house we intended to build fit on the lot in the orientation we wanted. In 2018 we still do the same but we ‘approximate’ more, ‘Close enough’ has replaced ‘lets double check.’

    You see, in ’88 after siting the house we would carefully stake out its’ footprint, so that the guy with the back-hoe knew where to dig and so that the representative from the HOA***** could verify that we were building where we should, and most importantly, so that WE could verify that we were building where we should. What could be more embarrassing (and costly) for a home builder than to build over a backset line or on the wrong lot? but much like how drug companies will kill their customers without government oversight, greedy builders will build on wrong. So now, In ’18 we are required to have a state licenced surveyor stake out the house so we figure ‘close enough’, it saves us a few hours but cost the homeowner $300-$500 in surveying cost.

    Uh…Dad, I think we have a little problem.

    This change happened fairly early on, perhaps in the mid 90’s. The association hired a local architectural firm to take over the inspections that up until then were done by a board member or volunteers on what was called the Environmental Control Committee. Turns out the lackey that the Architect sent out to do the inspections was an idiot******, and approved a number of jobs that encroached on backset lines. The association could have hired someone competent or required surveys in cases where the building is very close to the backset lines. Instead, they went one size fits all, whether you are trying to stuff a 10-gallon house on 5-gallon lot or you are tossing a hot dog of a home down a hallway of a lot, you are required to pay for a survey.

    Some of you may be thinking “What’s the big deal it’s just a few hundred dollars? and it’s a good idea to get a professional survey anyway.” Yes, it’s not a ton of money but bear in mind we don’t even have a building permit and haven’t moved one shovelful of earth yet. And if like 90% of our clients you recently purchased the lot the property itself will have been surveyed, the title companies make sure of that. The professed purpose******* of the stake out is to ensure that the proposed house fits on the lot, something a properly drawn plot plan does. And guess what? we have always been required to include a plot plan with our permit application. The stake out survey is a redundancy at best. It doesn’t protect the property owner, it only shifts liability from the builder to the surveyor, and allows the HOA to act like they are doing something by approving the stakeout, without having to actually check the stakeout.

    That’s it for Part One. If there is any interest in Part Two, I will delve into the permit process, and discuss Excavating, foul-mouthed masons, lasers, and more!!….

    Not sure if only the links posters get to sign off with a song or not [ED: go right ahead!], but if it’s cool here’s The Woggles covering Chubby Checker.

    *I haven’t kept count.
    ** And in some cases they were.
    *** Imagine an inverted Little Rascal’s high-sign.
    ****Repeatedly, Jesus wept, do all old people tell the same damn story over and over?
    ***** For a while it was a retired realtor who was also one of the first full-time residents of the community, in short, he knew what he was doing, the idiots that came after? not so much.
    ****** He once questioned whether the window in a bedroom met the egress size requirements, it did, also there was a patio door right beside it.
    ******* You may think it’s about ensuring that the house is actually built where it should be, it’s not. More on that in Part Deux, if there is a Part Deux.

  • Thursday Morning Links

    “Order in…Morning Links.”

    “You want cream and sugar with that, hun?”

    I’ll get yer links in while the place is still kind of empty. Once the morning rush hits, you’d be lucky to get as much as half a quote of a day old headline, without waiting for 30 minutes at least. So, lets start.

    Sports – Baseball… there was some macho strutting and posturing, with remarkably little actual damage for so much “fighting”.  Soccer stuff in Europe made people say “@#$%”. Basketball is now set for its playoffs. THERE WAS NO HOCKEY, I DON’T CARE WHAT YOU HEARD. HOCKEY STARTS AGAIN THIS FALL.

    Birthdays – Henry Clay (1777), Beverly Cleary (1916…still alive!), Tiny Tim (1932 – not alive), Herbie Hancock (1940), Ed O’Neill (1946), Tom Clancy (1947), David Letterman (1947), Scott Turow (1949), Shannen Doherty (1971), Brooklyn Decker (1987)…

    Happy Birthday to me…

     

    Links;

    • Um, … OK. Didn’t know the Canadian Air Force could, you know, reach Syria. I understand they have something sort of over there…But, way to boldly stand up against Trumputin and the rush to war… I guess.
    • I know all of you will be rocked to the core when you read this. I mean, the sacred guardians of the public…are corrupt shitbirds?! Wow, who woulda thunk it?!
    • Huh. I don’t think STEVE SMITH is going to be impressed. You know how he hates amateurs…and politicians. I wonder if Western feminists will decry what appears to be a real “rape culture”? Oh, who am I kidding.
    • I guess we can start getting an idea of what side the cops are on in the UK. Hint, it ain’t the victim’s side.

    Hope those links are savory and satisfying.

    Since I mentioned Herbie Hancock…have a predictable music link.

  • Wednesday Afternoon Links – The Hat and The Hair: Episode 70

    “‘Gas Killing Animal?’” the hair asked. “Will everyone know that’s Assad?”

    “Of course they will,” the hat replied. “He’s an Animal that Killed his own people with Gas. I think that’s very clear. Learn to read for context, dipshit.”

    “OK, but why put ‘smart’ in quotes? When you put something in quotes you are implying the opposite, i.e. that the weapons are dumb.”

    “I.e? I fucking E? You talk like such a fag.”

    “Oh, fuck you.”

    “Look,” the hat said, pushing the hair away, “I’m the one tweeting here, so you fuck off.”

    “Wait, wait,” Donald interrupted from the couch.

    “Yes, Donald? You have something to add?” the hat asked.

    “Like, what’s it called when you fart in bed, you know, when someone else in the bed and you fart?”

    “That’s a Hot Carl,” the hat said.

    “No, it’s not. That’s a Dutch Oven,” the hair replied.

    “Then what’s a Hot Carl?” the hat asked.

    “That’s pooping on a girl’s chest,” Donald replied.

    “No, that’s a Cleveland Steamer,” the hair said.

    “Then what’s a Hot Carl?” the hat asked again.

    “That’s putting Saran Wrap over a girl’s face and then pooping on it,” the hair replied.

    “Is that right?” Donald asked, confused.

    “Holy fuck, just look it up on Urban Dictionary,” the hair said.

    “Hold on, one second,” the hat said, furiously typing on Donald’s phone.

    “Who writes on this Urban Dictionary? Just black people?” Donald asked.

    “No, anybody can write in. It’s just a slang dictionary,” the hair replied.

    The hat cackled loudly and there was the noise of another tweet being sent.

    “What did you do?” the hair asked.

    “Fuck ‘em,” the hat said. “Just let them try and figure that one out.”

    “So what is it when you fart in bed?” Donald asked. “Do black people know? Did they put it in their dictionary?”

    “That’s a Dutch Oven,” the hair insisted.

    “Do black people fart in bed a lot?” Donald wondered.

    “Everyone farts in bed,” the hat said. “It’s a universal constant, like the speed of light in a vacuum or Ethan Hawke’s terrible hair.”

    “The Urban Dictionary is for everyone, Donald,” the hair said.

    “Who is Ethan Hawke?” Donald asked.

    “He’s so rich he looks homeless!” the hat said.

    “He’s a very dated cultural reference,” the hair said. The hat growled in response.

    “So you fart in bed and that’s a Dutch Oven,” Donald said. “What is it when you hold your Meliana under the covers and fart?”

    “That’s also a Dutch Oven,” the hair said.

    “Or, if you are in England, a Cotswold Bumbershoot,” the hat said. He sent another tweet.

    “What is it when you hold your Melania under the covers and fart but instead a lot of poop comes out?” Donald asked.

    “Are you feeling, OK, Donald?” the hair asked gently.

    “Like, a lot of poop,” Donald continued.

    The hat paused briefly and said, “Donald, that’s called a New Jersey Casserole.”

     

    https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AWtCittJyr0

  • The Hat and The Hair – Animation (Episode 1 – “Mirror”)

    CPRM has done it….and you will laugh. What is “it” you ask? We at Glibs proudly present CPRM’s animated version of SugarFree’s The Hat and The Hair.

  • Disabled Parking Fraud: A Libertarian Perspective

    By Tonio

     

    As we approach the festival grounds my friend whips out a disabled parking placard and we get waved through to the special, reserved disabled parking area near the entrance gate. I am appropriately embarrassed because none of the guys in the car are in any way disabled. Our driver has the placard because he occasionally transports his legitimately disabled elderly mother. But his mother is a hundred miles away, and I wonder how many other vehicles in the disabled parking area are parked fraudulently. According to the Virginia DMV: “The person to whom the placard or plates was issued must be traveling in the vehicle in order to use these spaces.”

    You don’t need a thesis to realize that “the problem of illegal parking in spaces reserved for the physically disabled will continue[…] as long as the benefits associated with parking[…] outweigh the perceived costs (i.e., legal or social consequences).” Disabled parking fraud is a big deal, but nobody knows how big. Virginia crime statistics, compiled by the State Police, don’t include statistics for placard-related crimes, but they do include other petty offenses as well as victimless crimes. None of the sources I found for this article listed convictions per state or other hard numbers. Both my own experience and the anecdotal evidence reported by others suggests that the problem is rampant. The number or laws and regulations addressing disabled parking fraud is also indirect evidence that there is a problem.

    One in eight California drivers had disabled placards in 2016, up from one in ten in 2014. Apparently California residents are quite prone to “losing” their placards since a 2018 law “prohibits DMV from issuing more than four substitute permanent placards during a two-year period.” Surprisingly, California’s standards for issuing disabled placards are not that much looser than Virginia’s, but the Golden State adds Optometrists and Certified Nurse Midwives to the list of healthcare providers who can certify people as disabled for placard purposes.

    Recently, my neighbor posted on FB asking that other neighbors be on the lookout for a disabled parking placard which had been stolen from her car. She was seemingly unaware that the placard was unlikely to be recovered because it is effectively a bearer instrument which can be used by anyone to park for free in metered spaces (in some localities) and to park in the convenient spaces reserved for the disabled (everywhere). My neighbor will have to report her placard as stolen in order to obtain a replacement but whoever ends up with her stolen placard is unlikely to be caught. I have never seen law enforcement or anyone else scan or record a placard number. Fraudsters prefer placards to disabled license plates for the simple reason of portability.

    Under Virginia law all varieties of placard fraud, including forging and selling placards, are Class 2 misdemeanors punishable by “confinement in jail for not more than six months and a fine of not more than $1,000, either or both.” Police, and in certain jurisdictions private security guards, are authorized to seize placards suspected of being used illegally and hold them until the suspect has been tried. Conviction for placard fraud can result in future ineligibility for disabled parking placards.

    Virginia disabled parking placards are issued by the DMV and require the signature of a physician, nurse practitioner, physician assistant, podiatrist or chiropractor.” The placards contain machine-printed serial number, barcode and expiration date. There is reciprocity for disabled parking placards among all US states, further expanding the opportunities for fraud. And there are also “Institutional placards… issued at no fee to authorized representatives of non-profit institutions or organizations that regularly transport disabled persons.” Which is totally not a loophole you could drive a commercial wheelchair van through.

    While it might be hard to forge an exact replica of a Virginia placard, it would probably be a simple matter to forge one that would be good enough for daily use using a color photocopier, cardstock, and perhaps a laminator.

    Several years back I saw a yoga panted, Volvo driving soccer mom whip into a disabled parking space at the supermarket, hang a disabled placard from her rearview, and stride perkily towards the entrance. Upon receiving the hairy eyeball from your author, she said: “It’s my mother, I’m grocery shopping for her.” Uh-huh. The universal belief, or at least the well-rehearsed story, is that if the shopping trip in any way benefits a disabled person then the use of the placard is legitimate. This belief shows up in many of the other sources I’ve linked to in this article and contradicts (at least) Virginia law.

    Fraudsters of all sorts rely on the goodwill of the public. Nobody wants to falsely accuse a disabled person of fraud. There are a number of plausible excuses for not having a placard – loss, theft, placard left in another vehicle. Fraudsters always have an excuse ready. You also run the risk of misidentifying fraud in cases of invisible disabilities, such as asthma where the symptoms manifest intermittently. And there’s the ever-popular IDGAF technique where people just park in the disabled spaces and dare anyone to challenge them, like the woman in the Kroger parking lot last weekend.

    I’ve wrestled with whether disabled parking fraud is an actual crime with which liberty lovers should concern themselves, or a victimless crime we should ignore. The disability movement views this as a crime against the disabled, but from a libertarian perspective they are neither more or less entitled to dibs or discounts on public parking spaces than anyone else. Statists claim that the state is the victim since fraudsters deprive the state of revenue from metered parking spaces. The state-as-victim argument does not sit well with libertarians, and the best libertarian position is to say that the state should not be involved in this in the first place  a position sure to anger everyone else, but which avoids lending support to either of two equally bad positions. The actual victims here are the private property owners who on the one hand are forced by ADA to provide disabled parking spaces, and on the other hand are open to ADA complaints and bad publicity when fraudsters grab all the disabled parking spaces and the legitimately disabled complain.

    Like many other issues, the liberty position on disabled parking makes us easy targets for sound bite criticism – “you libertarians hate disabled people, you oppose disabled parking spaces.” I know of no libertarian who objects to businesses voluntarily providing convenient parking for the disabled, but this is not an area in which the government should be involved. Particularly not the federal government. There exists a very lucrative ADA trolling industry where people go looking for ADA violations and sue businesses which do not comply with the myriad regulations the ADA has spawned. Government, always on the lookout for ways to expand its power and control, has been handed an Orwellian tool to solve a problem of its own making.

    Now the real dilemma – what does a libertarian do when confronted with blatant parking fraud? Snitching to the government is distasteful to libertarians. The Iron Laws tell us that the more you prop up busybodies and snitches the more likely you are to be next in their cross-hairs for things like code violations or victimless non-crimes. Complaining to the property owner is unlikely to result in any action since they risk negative publicity in the case of a legitimately disabled person who forgot to put their placard on display, etc. Like so many other problems, perhaps the best answer is to mind your own business if it doesn’t directly affect you.

    There is, predictably, a cottage industry in snitching on suspected fraudsters, which is run by a company selling disabled parking signage. From this we learn that actual enforcement is often lax, given the number of repeat offenders. Virginia also allows municipalities to deputize volunteers to enforce disabled parking laws (but no other laws), but whether this has ever been implemented is unknown. California DMV has a link where you can report suspected fraud. Even the disability community grudgingly acknowledges that maybe the free parking for disabled placards might be part of the problem. Incentives, how do they work?

  • Wednesday Morning Hump Day Links

    Happy Hump Day…No, not that kind of hump, you degenerates! Middle of the week…you know, “over the hump”… No?  Fine, we’ll make it about camels then. As suggested, the camel we gave an ID card to at Bagram AF will now be the Official Wednesday Camel of Glibs.

    Everyday is Hump Day with me!

     

    Sport – Baseball continues. If your team is not off to a great start, just tell yourself “150 games to go, relax.” If it is doing well, “YEAH!! THIS IS OUR YEAR!!!!” Something else is starting, but I don’t want to talk about it…

    No TV on tonight…

    Birthdays – Oleg Cassini (1913 – says something about fashion designer…not a space telescope?!), Ethel Kennedy (1928 – she wasn’t the one that got pithed, right?), Jeremy Clarkson (1960), Mark Teixeira(1980), Dakota Richards (1994). Slim pickings today.

     

    Links

    • Progsplain this? How many times does something like this have to happen, eh? But, once again, it will be someone or something else’s fault.
    • Well, this all sounds calm and not at all alarming. Nothing like waking up to “hey, lets have a lovely war, shall we?”… Now where did I put that Reserve paperwork again?
    • There are no ill effects from prohibition or punitive taxation. Pay no attention to any events that say otherwise.
    • OK, childish, but this made me snortlaugh all the same.

    Well, there you go. Off to commenting with ya!

  • Tuesday Afternoon Linkin’ (Like Brains on a Theater Balcony)

    Welcome to our Tuesday afternoon linkstravaganza. Sorry, all the top hats in the previous post got me into a punning mood. Feel free to assassinate me for it in the comments.

    Zombie Stadium lives on

    The 8th Wonder of the World (Texas Figurin’) is getting a new lease on life. It appears that no new tax or bond will be be raised.

    Cherophobia — the defining quality of Puritanism in general.

    I want to get old like this gentleman. 111 and still smoking cigars and drinking whiskey and coke.

    This young lady has put out a strong resume for a leading role in the Trump White House Press Operation.

    Flat-Earthers are 2-5% of the American population. Given the number of people who think they’re going to win the lottery, I’d rate the oblate-spheroid Earth propaganda educational materials as very effective. On another barely scientific subject — a specific, falsifiable near-term prediction about global temperature [8000 word rant about them being a bad metric for anything elided. edit fairy] readings. Since it actually looks like science, guess the predictions for 2019. The results will shock you!

    I think Iggy made it look harder than it was, although his eyes in some of the 70s-era shows make me think he really was trying to sing from a different reality.

  • Review – “The Young Karl Marx”

    I have long made grumblings of writing an article here, I just moved to a new house and started a new job so I decided to get to it while I still had some free time. The idea to do a review of this came when I was checking for nearby theaters on my movie pass app and the nearest theater happened to be an art house theater a couple of miles from my house. Living away from relatives we didn’t have any plans for Easter so my wife and I decided to check it out and leave our neighborhood of swap meets and men wearing bow ties selling bean pies in front of burger king to go see a movie in the local historic district where the locals continue the colonial tradition of brunch. The theater was a single screen theater with an old-style marquee with Karl Marx in big letters. The box office was staffed by a hipster male with a hairstyle typically reserved for male figure skaters and Final Fantasy characters. In order to buy popcorn and a soda I had to interrupt a conversation about Armie Hammer between a chubby woman wearing horn rimmed glasses and a skinny woman wearing horn rimmed glasses. The chubby woman took our order and despite appearing to work there I am still unsure what job the skinny woman could possibly have been doing. There were only about 6 other people at the movie mostly what appeared to be upper middle-class couples over 50.

    The film started with a scene like the human hunting scene in Planet of the Apes. People dressed in rags and covered in mud search the ground for sticks and the they hear a noise; the French police arrive on horseback and begin rounding them up and beating them with sticks. The next scene is the introduction of Engels and his wife. His wife is leading an argument between the workers and her boss Engels father. She and her sister end up quitting and Engles then tracks them down looking for an interview with the proletariat of Manchester. He finds them in an Irish bar, he approaches them about getting an interview and he is punched. He takes one punch and he drops like a chloroformed child, when he wakes up he is being nursed by a beautiful red headed Irish woman who later becomes his wife. Marx introduction sets the pattern for much of his actions through out the film. He is at a meeting of a socialist organization where he sits around tables, eats, drinks, smokes, complains about not having money and insulting his allies berating them for not being radical enough. He is writing for a publication in Germany and they are all about to be arrested and they are having an argument of what to do next while the police are breaking down the doors, he ends up writing for a man named Arnold Ruge. The film then skips to Marx in his kitchen eating and talking with his wife about their future and her past. Marx’s wife is as ridiculously French as Engels wife is Irish and both are played by actresses’ way out of the actors league. His wife had given up a life of luxury as an heiress in order to be with Marx but she is in love and is a true believer. This scene also features the first of several mentions of Marx being one of (((them))). His wife is threatening to go back to visit her family and ask for money because they have a newborn daughter, she pressures him to instead hit up Ruge for money and to pressure Ruge to sell some of his railroad stock. The film then shows Marx and his wife attending a rally for a politician named Proudhon. Proudhon is giving a speech where he declares that property is theft. Marx decides to speak to him after this and in this meeting, he impresses Proudhon and begins his rivalry with several of Proudhon’s acolytes. The film also begins another reoccurring thing where legitimate criticisms of Marx and socialism/communism in general are brought up and breezed past never to be addressed again. Marx questions how if property is theft, how can there be theft without property, the film purposes that the flaw with Proudhon’s statement is it is all philosophical with no real world application and that there must be a way to implement this idea for it to be worth anything. The rest of the film is about Marx’s journey towards fulfilling that goal but in the moment they all just kind of laugh it off get complimented on their French and move on to the next scene.

    In this scene, Marx is now visiting Ruge asking for money and makes reference to his railroad stock but he is unsuccessful, the meeting however is still fruitful it is there that he meets Engels.

    The meeting with Engles starts of hostile, he claims not to know him but soon he begins to insult him for being rich and out of touch based on his writings and their previous meeting, things are not going well but then Ruge is called away and they are left alone in the room and the fellating of each other’s egos then begins. Moments after Ruge leaves the room right after Marx has given him a through dressing down Engles calls Marx a genius, Marx returns the compliment and says that his report on the workers of Manchester which he had just insulted was a colossal work addressing something no one else has touched. The film then cuts to them out side having left Ruge without a word. They are now smoking cigars, grinning ear to ear and walking with an extra spring in their step. The homo erotic tension is so palpable you could cut it with a hammer and sickle. They decide to author a book together but then their plans are interrupted by the French police asking people for their papers, which seem to have fallen out of Engles coat at some point. They make a run for it and the only chase scene of the film commences. There are several staples of the chase sequence, chickens, construction sites and people yelling at them as they walk through their homes. They escape and meet up at a bar where they drink and talk about the loves of their life Marx talks about how great his wife is and Engels who has yet to marry the Irish girl because he is still afraid of his father says, “it’s complicated”. He and Marx then make a toast and kiss. I swear I watched this movie, I’m not making this up. The next several scenes are about Engels meeting and befriending Marx’s wife, and the beginning of the writing collaboration between Marx and Engels. They start by writing a defense of Proudhon against a journal called the Critical Critique, their reply is initially called Critique of Critical Critique something the film things is so clever it is played for laughs several times. Not long after it’s publication the good times then come to an end and Marx and his wife are told they have 24 hours to leave France.

    The film enters the low point of Marx’s life so far, he is in Brussels in exile from France where he was in exile from Germany. He has a second child on the way and he is now at the post office facing his dark night of the soul, his Jesus in the desert moment. He is at this post office in search of a job. He is quickly rejected from the position he applied for after promising to not engage in politics and providing an unsatisfactory handwriting sample. He then lowers himself even further and considers a non-white collar job offering to do anything. The film then cuts back to Marx’s house where his wife and her servant are being hassled by bill collectors only for Marx to walk in with a big grin on his face and an arm full of groceries and proceeds to pay the bill collectors from a full coin purse. He then tells him Engles had wired them some money and pulls out a lobster for dinner over which Marx, his wife and his servant discuss an offer that Engles has set up in England. Marx is hesitant to leave behind his currently unattended children but his true believer wife talks him into it and so he heads of alone to join the League of the Just.

    When he gets to England it turns out that their membership in the league of the just is not a done deal and Marx secures it by claiming that he was close personal friends with Proudhon and he can connect their organizations which is a large over statement. He is at best a friend but more accurately an acquaintance of his at this point. They then travel to meet with Proudhon who isn’t interested in being the contact, he tells them that he is far too busy and lazy to take on the additional work but is interested in working something out. Proudhon then gives them a copy of his new book The Philosophy of Poverty a training montage the commences where they are furiously reading his book, writing notes in the margins and writing a response. Their response The Poverty of Philosophy again follows Marx’s favorite themes of not radical enough and we need a game plan not more musings, again turning on a former ally. Shortly after this at a meeting with some members of the Justice League Marx does a through critique and take down of Kietling who at this point has only been nice to them and is a charismatic and outgoing, workhorse and useful idiot. They are later called to an official meeting with the league and considering everything they have done are expecting to be expelled but instead they are given carte blanche to plan the new direction of the organization. Marx has apparently nurtured Kietling who they mention several times throughout the rest of the film has given up. They finally go to a big meeting for the Justice League and they take it over. Engels forces a vote naming him as the speaking delegate and then proceeds to make a speech calling for violent overthrow of the current system, he then proceeds to rename the organization the communist party and replace its banner, a white banner with a shinning sun and shaking hands with the slogan “all men are brothers”, with a deep red banner with the slogan “workers of the world unite”. After this coup they must be tired because they are next seen at a trip to the beach where Marx is complaining about being tired of all the hard work and never getting to write what he wants to write so they argue and decide to write what he has always wanted to write a plan for a new system the Communist Manifesto. While Engels and Marx discuss this their wives have a weird conversation about families Marx had 2 kids and Engels’ wife refuses to have kids with him unless he gives up his money but is chill with her 16-year-old younger sister giving him some kids. They then proceed to write the manifesto in another writing montage and the film ends with the four of them putting the finishing touches on the first draft while Marx’s servant brings them drinks. And the credits play out to a Bob Dylan song. I think it was The Times are a Changin’.

    So far I haven’t talked much about Engels solo scenes. The reason is I can not place them on a timeline they are all the same. Engels has major daddy issues and his two central struggles in the film are seeking his factory owning papa’s approval while still hanging out with his cool commie friends. The other issue is he struggles with the fact that he is wealthy and a successful part of his father’s company. Engels in the film somehow makes an overweight man who between mouthfuls of food and drink, and puffs on a cigar talks about communism and complains about being unable to feed his family by not having a job the more likable character. Engels is also played by easily the worst actor of the film, for the most part the actors range between serviceable and good but Engels whenever tasks with anything in the nonverbal realm breaks out into faces that express a wide variety of ailments. The production value is surprisingly good, the film is well lit and the locations and costumes all are convincing. Where the film really falls apart in the editing and the script. The dialogue to their credit is cringe worthy not because it is unbelievable or unnatural but because it sounds like the things awful pretentious people would say. The overall structure and tone of the film is that of a Wikipedia article, its choppy and is the opposite of the old adage “show don’t tell”. My wife and I discussed politics afterwards and it didn’t go well, so unless you are politically aligned and looking for a hatewatch I would not recommend this for a date night.

  • Tuesday Morning Substitute Links

    “It is MISTER Servator!”

    I got the call to do links this morning. I think sloopy got trapped in a warehouse full of merchandise he is going to auction…

    “Top men…TOP. MEN… said it should go back in here somewhere.”

     

    So…Sport – One team had enough fortitude to take the field in Chicago yesterday (fine, they lost…what do you want, they are rebuilding!). Otherwise, the standings seem a mess. But it is early (just keep telling yourself that…Keep hope alive. Endeavor to persevere.). In Premiership rugby – the playoffs should be fantastic, if what I saw this past weekend is a preview. The Sale Sharks vs Wasps was a sight to behold. The very end featured determined offense, stout defense and terrible injury.

    Birthdays – Hugo Grotius (1583), Admiral Matthew Perry (1794), William Booth (Go Salvation Army! 1829), Joseph Pulitzer (1847), Chuck Connors (1921), Max von Sydow (1929), Omar Sharif (1932), John Madden (1936), Steven Segal (1952), Brian Setzer (1959), Mandy Moore (1984), Daisy Ridley (1992).

    “Yes…Happy Birthday to me.”

     

    Links

    • A slight step back from Trade Warz rhetoric? God I hope so. My ferverent hope is that Trump will blast out tweets saying “See – victory!!!” and then stop all but maybe a symbolic act or two.
    • Our own RC Dean had pretty good analysis of TEH GREAT TRUMP LAWYER RAID yesterday, so did Popehat (Ken). UPDATE: If Popehat is still crashing…try here. HIHN WARNING!!!!
    • Cosplayers? Furries? Both? You look, you decide.
    • Bot Lives Matter! Oops.

    Now then, off to the comments!

  • Monday Afternoon Back to Linking

    OMWC threatened to start driving his Free Candy van around my neighborhood if I didn’t make some actual links. And telling the neighbors why he was there. Since we just had a block (cul-de-sac?) party last weekend where I met and socialized with all of my neighbors, I guess I have something to lose. So let’s get to linking! Whoops, first some SPORTZBALL news — the Chicago Freakin Cubs have postponed their home opener. I once attended a home-opener at Wrigley Field and it is the coldest I ever remember being. Either today’s players really are soft or the AGW is all outside the North-Western quartisphere this spring. Go down to a 144 game season sez I. Take 12 off the front and six off the back.

    Only in the UN would disarmament be synonymous with “using against your own people”. Syria to take over chair of the UN chemical weapons disarmament council.

    I’m not sure if a former child actress (sorry OMWC) charging topless at Bill Cosby is going to help the plaintiffs. Or maybe the punishment is that she willingly took her top off and he’s too blind to enjoy it?

    It ain’t bad enough them La-TEEN-Ohs gotta come here and take our jerbs, but now they’re buyin’ all our gasoline (down there) and costin’ us more at the pump!

    Dark Matter experiment that has detected nothing for two decades, now finally sensitive enough to do so — if it exists. The only thing I’ve ever seen Dark Matter do is turn money into the null case repeatedly.

    How about some throwback?