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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

Anniversary of the first performance of Stravinsky's "The Rite of Spring." Paris, May 29, 1913.

"The theatre seemed to be shaken by an earthquake. It seemed to shudder. People shouted insults, howled and whistled, drowning the music. There was clapping and even punching. Words are inadequate to describe such a scene. Calm was briefly restored when the order was suddenly given to put up the house lights. It amused me to see how certain boxes, whose occupants had been so noisy and vindictive in the dark quietened down when the lights went on. ... I saw Maurice Delage (the composer), beetroot-red with indignation, little Maurice Ravel truculent as a fighting-cock ... Diaghilev had ordained a pause between the two scenes, during this the lights were turned up and police were called in to eject the most violent demonstrators, but no sooner had the curtain risen on the trembling group of girls in Part II, with their in-pointed toes, their bent knees and their right fists supporting their sideways-bent heads, than a voice called out, 'Un docteur!', then another, 'Un dentiste!', followed by a third with 'Deux dentistes!' A lady slapped the face of a man in a neighboring box, gentlemen challenged each other to duels, Comtesse Rene de Portals declared that she was sixty years old and that nobody had dared to try to make a fool of her before."

Stravinsky: "After the performance we were excited, angry, disgusted, and ... happy. I went with Diaghilev and Nijinsky to a restaurant. So far from weeping and reciting Pushkin in the Bois de Boulonge as the legend is (spread by Cocteau), Diaghilev's only comment was: 'Exactly what I wanted.' He certainly looked contented. No one could have been quicker to understand the publicity value and he immediately understood the good thing that had happened in that respect. Quite probably he had already thought about the possibility of such a scandal when I first played him the score, months before, in the east room of the Grand Hotel in Venice."

From Richard Buckle's "Diaghilev"

Hilarious: A Moderate Democrat Confesses His Sins (Seth Meyers)

The View's Meghan McCain tries to excuse Trump but the pussy on her chest is distracting.

The topic was the Trump doorman's claim of a Trump love child. Supposedly anti-Trump Meghan climbed into a time machine to excuse this sort of thing.

Meghan McCain: This has been going on ... I mean, in 1791, Alexander Hamilton paid off his mistress' husband. Paying off mistresses has been going on since literally the birth of our democracy, so ...

Joy Behar: What has been going on?

Meghan: What I just said.

Joy: That pussy on your chest is distracting. (Meghan is wearing a dress with a pussycat on it)

Everyone laughs and moves on to reality.

Remember to remember: the difference between an imperfect friend and a deadly enemy.

I will not move on, get over it, forget, do a "Sunshine of the Spotless Mind" erasure of the past. This is vital for future elections. Common sense.

New Rule, The Lesser of Two Evils:

After Trump's first 100 days, there's enough evidence "to ask those liberals who couldn't bring themselves to vote for Hillary because she was the lesser of two evils -- quite a bit lesser, wouldn't you say, now? And no, this isn't about reliving the last election, or my great love for Hillary (which never was), it's about winning the next election. And that depends on learning the difference between an imperfect friend and a deadly enemy. Jill Stein said of her electoral rivals, Hillary and Trump, 'To me, one is death by gunshot wound, and the other is death by strangulation.' My dear friend Cornel West said during the campaign that 'I think Trump will be a neofascist catastrophe and Clinton will be a neoliberal disaster.' I don't know what a leoliberal disaster even means, but whatever it is, isn't it better than a fascist one? Have you people lost your fucking minds?

"Before the election, Edward Snowden tweeted, '2016: a choice between Donald Trump and Goldman Sachs.' Yeah, so what happened? The anti-Wall St. crowd that were too pure to vote for Hillary ended up putting in Goldman Sachs people as Trump's top political strategist, the head of his economic council, and our treasury secretary. ... The only people from Goldman Sachs he hasn't hired are Goldman and Sachs. ... If Hillary was president, we wouldn't be turning the clock back on the one issue for which there is no more time: climate change. ... On so many issues, she wouldn't be complaining, 'It's complicated! Who knew?' SHE KNEW. She loves complicated. She's a reader."

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