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I was bitten by a centipede this evening.

It was a big centipede. I want to cry but refuse to do so. It bit my thumb and it really hurts. If I never post here again then I am dead because the centipede murdered me. I'm at my dead Japanese mother-in-law's house for Obon, the summer festival for the dead, and my husband at first didn't believe my cries about the giant centipede, but as in any horror movie that which seems impossible is real. He killed it. Then he said his mother was probably reincarnated as a centipede and was waiting for months to be able to bite me. Seems about right.

4th of July. A list of good American things.

It goes without saying that things are bad now. But there are good things!

Quilts. Yard sales. Going barefoot outside. Chewing gum. Running through lawn sprinklers. Ice cream trucks. Lemonade stands. Thrift stores. Free concerts in the park. Free gift with purchase. Serve yourself. Bumper stickers. Costco. Frisbee. Mason jars. Front porches. State fairs. Slumber parties.

Drive-ins, drive-thrus, take-out, doggy bags. Free refills. Barbecue potato chips. Candy bars. Ranch dressing. Big salads, salad bars. Happy hours. Rocky Road ice cream. Root beer floats. Cream soda. Sloppy Joes. Tomato soup and grilled cheese sandwiches. Popcorn balls. Caramel apples. Granny Smith apples. Dungeness crabs. Bing cherries. Wild rice. Cranberries. Peanut butter. Corn on the cob. Buckwheat pancakes with maple syrup. Ham and pineapple pizza. Turkey. Deviled eggs. Pumpkin pie. Buttermilk fried chicken. Banana splits. Eating with your hands. Eating fruit without cutting it up first. Cracker Jacks. Animal Crackers. Blue corn chips. Rice Crispy Squares. Diner slang: cold mud (chocolate ice cream); cow food (salad); nervous pudding (jello); dog soup (water).

Vaudeville. Broadway. The Marx Brothers. "Stormy Weather" (Lena Horne, Cab Calloway, the Nicholas Brothers). The Wizard of Oz. Singing in the Rain. Show Boat, "Old Man River." On the Town. South Pacific. Porgy and Bess. West Side Story. A Chorus Line. Balanchine's "Agon" (Arthur Mitchell and Diana Adams). Martha Graham. Bob Fosse. Robert Joffrey. Agnes DeMille. Judith Jamison in Alvin Alie's "Cry." Aaron Copland. Benny Goodman's "Sing, sing, sing." Billy Holliday's "These Foolish Things." Glen Miller's "Over the Rainbow." Louis Armstrong's "St. James Infirmary." Bessie Smith's "Nobody Knows You When You're Down and Out." George Gershwin's "Rhapsody in Blue." Scott Joplin's "Maple Leaf Rag." John Philip Sousa's "Stars and Stripes Forever." Tap dancing, break dancing.

Edward Hopper's "Night Cafe." The Chrysler Building. Chicago's skyscrapers. Frank Lloyd Wright's Fallingwater house. Andy Warhol. Jackson Pollack. Robert Motherwell. Googie architecture. Water towers. Billboards. Mark Twain. Henry Miller. Laura Ingalls Wilder. Gertrude Stein. Truman Capote's "Breakfast at Tiffany's." Anita Loos's "Gentlemen Prefer Blondes." The Legend of Sleepy Hollow. Ray Bradbury's "Dandelion Wine." Garrison Keillor's "Leaving Home." Bill Bryson. M.F.K. Fisher. Jack London. Ernest Hemingway's "A Moveable Feast."

Levis 501 shrink-to-fit button-fly jeans. Overalls. Jean jackets. Cut-offs. Bandanas. Cowboy boots, cowboy hats. Hanes T-shirts. Moccasins. Ray Ban sunglasses. Flannel shirts. Hawaiian shirts. Bowling shirts.

Slang. Ants in my pants. Sleep with the fishes. Drop a dime. As busy as a one-legged tap dancer. Names of cities: Enumclaw, Hoquiam, Mukilteo, Nooksack, Puyallup, Sammamish, Sequim, Tacoma, Tukwila, Walla Walla, Yakima, Steilacoom, Seattle.

And so much more.

Music for the 4th: Hoedown from Aaron Copland's "Rodeo"

Come, hate-watch Meghan McCain on "The View" with me.

She is horrible.

1 in 3 Americans Foresee Civil War

Justice Kennedy To Retire

Anniversary of The Battle of Okinawa

From "Japan at War, An Oral History":

"Tens of thousands of people moving like ants. Civilians. Grandfathers, grandmothers, mothers with children on their backs, scurrying along, covered in mud. When children were injured, they were left along the roadside. Just thrown away. ... The teachers, too, were
utterly ignorant of the horror, the terror of war. Japanese of that time were like that. 'Victorious battle!' 'Our army is always superior!' ... From the time we'd been children, we'd only been educated to hate them (Americans). They would strip the girls naked and do with them whatever they wanted, then run over them with tanks. We really believed that. ... So what we had been taught robbed us of life. I can never forgive what education did to us! Had we known the truth, all of us would have survived.

"The American, who had been firing wildly, must have noticed he was shooting girls. He could be seen from the hole my ten classmates and I had been hiding. They pulled the pin on their hand grenade. So unfortunate! I now stepped out over the corpses and followed Teacher. ... My grenade was taken away. ... I looked past them and saw my ten classmates. The night before those third-year students had been calling for Teacher to kill them quickly. Now, there was nothing left of them. The hand grenade is cruel.

"To my surprise, three senior students had been carried out. Their wounds had been dressed and bandaged and they were being given saline injections. Until that moment I could think of the Americans only as devils and demons. I was simply frozen. I couldn't believe what I saw. It was around noon, June 21. The sun was directly overhead. I staggered, crying, in the blazing sun. American soldiers sometimes called out, 'Hey, schoolgirl!' I was skin and bones and covered with filth. ... After the war, I refused to go to the ceremonies of memorial. I tried to forget as much as possible."

Samantha Bee: The Cult of Impeachment

Full Frontal, Samantha Bee: Migrant Kids, Trump Fixed it!; Trump Broke it!

A Midsummer Night's Eve

Trump is The Royal Nonesuch in "The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn."

The con men can't make money performing Shakespeare: "So the duke said these Arkansaw lunkheads couldn't come up to Shakspeare; what they wanted was low comedy -- and may be something ruther worse than low comedy, he reckoned."

"When the place couldn't hold no more, the duke ... made a little speech ... and at last when he'd got everybody's expectations up high enough, he rolled up the curtain, and the next minute the king come a-prancing out on all fours, naked; and he was painted all over, ring-streaked-and-striped, all sorts of colors, as splendid as a rainbow. And -- but never mind the rest of his outfit, it was just wild, but it was awful funny. The people most killed themselves laughing; and when the king got done capering, and capered off behind the scenes, they roared and clapped and stormed and haw-hawed till he come back and done it over again; and after that, they made him do it another time. ... Then the duke he lets the curtain down, and bows to the people ... .

"Twenty people sing out: 'What, is is over? Is that all?' The duke says yes. ... Everybody sings out 'sold,' and rose up mad, and agoing for that stage and them tragedians. But a big fine-looking man jumps up on a bench, and shouts: ... 'We are sold -- mighty badly sold. But we don't want to be the laughing-stock of this whole town, I reckon, and never hear the last of this thing as long as we live. No. What we want, is to go out of here quiet, and talk this show up, and sell the rest of the town! Then we'll all be in the same boat. Ain't that sensible?' ('You bet it is! -- the judge is right!' everybody sings out.) 'All right, then -- not a word about any sell. Go along home, and advise everybody to come and see the tragedy.'"

Unfortunately, I don't think the following will happen, there won't be a third night:

"The third night the house was crammed again -- and they warn't new-comers, this time, but people that was at the show the other two nights. I stood by the duke at the door, and I see that every man that went in had his pockets bulging, or something muffled up under his coat -- and I see it warn't no perfumery neither, not by a long sight. I smelt sickly eggs by the barrel, and rotten cabbages, and such things; and if I know the signs of a dead cat being around, and I bet I do, there was sixty-four of them went in."

Real Time with Bill Maher, New Rule: Conspiracy weary

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