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Thursday, April 11, 2024


Dan "D.B." Cooper

I feel old. Jen, Oni and I watched an ep if Leverage last night that centered around D.B. Cooper.  You know, the mystery man who hijacked Boeing 727 out of Portland, Oregon, demanded $200Gs (equal to $1.5 mil in 2024 buckos), four parachutes and a lift to Mexico.

After we watched the show, I mentioned that I remembered all the fuss and hooplah despite being just 13 when it first hit the news. Throughout the '70s, I followed the updates, reading how he was never caught, never found.

Jen was stunned—she thought Cooper and his daring, infamous heist was teevee fiction. Just part of the show. To be fair, Jen wasn’t quite two years old when Mister Cooper made his audacious leap.

*sigh* Jesus Skydiving Christ, I’m ancient.

In the 52 years since, seven people have either claimed to be D.B. Cooper OR say they totally know who he was. 

Everyone wants to be related or connected to someone famous or infamous.

I can’t help thinking that we’re more than the sum total of our choices, that all the paths we might have taken factor somehow into the math of our identity.
~ Blake Crouch, Dark Matter
The math of my identity? It’s basic grade school arithmetic.You know 1+1=2 and shit. I’m not a calculus kind of a babe.
Nothing exists. All is a dream. God—man—the world—the sun, the moon, the wilderness of stars—a dream, all a dream; they have no existence. Nothing exists save empty space—and you….

And you are not you—you have no body, no blood, no bones, you are but a thought.

~ Mark Twain, The Mysterious Stranger
This song’s playing in my head today.
You can climb a mountain, you can swim the sea
You can jump into the fire but you'll never be free, no no
You can shake me up or I can break you down

Oh, we can make each other happy

~ Harry NilssonJump Into The Fire
Why? Why not?
Man will never be free until the last king is strangled with the entrails of the last priest.
~ Denis Diderot
Tell it brother! VOTE!!!

I don’t follow or really understand the stock market so this take of mine is, mebbe, way the fuck off. Anytime I see one of those stock graphs/charts (whatever) I just think it’s an illustration of rich people emotions. CNN captures it all with the Fear & Greed Index.

There was the huge, unsurprising, fast dive in Trump Media stock . This could have been easily predicted by…well, even me.  Those foolish (and rich) enough to throw their money at anything Cheato’s behind are probably bumming and ordering a metric fuck-ton of martinis about now. Meanwhile, I’m laughing. It doesn’t take a finance wizard to know that Cheato’s a cheap, slimy fraudster and a heinously stupid-ass investment.

When I was with the carnival, one of our calls was “you can’t win if you don’t play.” Yeah and I can’t lose either.
For Arizona:

No one is more arrogant toward women, more aggressive or scornful, than the man who is anxious about his virility.
~ Simone de Beauvoir
Republicans of Arizona are limp, micro-dicked wonders who should all shut the fuck up, quit voting and sit in a dark corner contemplating every last one of their myriad fuck ups.

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