What is a minor curve on 8.5 inch wide-paper matched or paired (9mirrored w/?)*
What is SS or SS?**
I use my own macros (all PSS or APP)
Speculate, please.
*not all American English (4 sure)
**all HT, not PT?
What is a minor curve on 8.5 inch wide-paper matched or paired (9mirrored w/?)*
What is SS or SS?**
I use my own macros (all PSS or APP)
Speculate, please.
*not all American English (4 sure)
**all HT, not PT?


Most people know what going “dutch-treat” means. (Each person shares to the penny how much they spent on their own meal, for instance).
So what do I mean by double-dutched? What this signifies is how little is known about the New Netherlands, or New Amsterdam (not the tv show). It’s easy.
Think AJ (by that I do mean the 7th president – President Andrew Jackson. Read: “To the victor belong the spoils.”
Apparently, one of New York Senator’s — William L. Marcy — said it referring to the 1828 election, not President Jackson.
I wonder why Trump’s.father decided to deny his German lineage and went for Sweden instead of Holland or the Netherlands). Trump, Tromp could’ve been Dutch.

I wonder even more what picture will adorn the Oval Office in 2025? Will we have a “repeat?”
I suppose Trump could put up his own official portrait. Not many presidents have skipped a beat and get a four year respite to learn.

What does AGriculture – not to be confused with Petroleum or API – pay their lobbyists and what does the sectors spend for the whole lobby? Ignore the AG reference for now, a despotic office if there ever was one, given its Dutch origins.

With the combination of 1) Weedpatch, and 2) being a U.S. Congressional Page from former Speaker of the House Kevin’s 20th district, plus Kevin McCarthy of Kern County, which has never elected a Democrat despite receiving massive agricultural subsidies since the New Deal because of a Dixie New Deal Democrat (The Camps of South Carolina). I remain perpetually confused. Perhaps that’s the petroleum in the water I drank speaking.

Industry sectors do brag about their spending, so no need to worry about the Ethics Committees being busy this winter.





Any one who knows me knows I’m rather persistent when it comes to physicał protests. Anyone who really knows me knows if and why I ‘show’-up, for a …
protest politics


Any one who knows me knows I’m rather persistent when it comes to physicał protests. Anyone who really knows me knows if and why i ‘show’-up, for a …
protest politics




Kudos, David Nasaw! What a wonderful and insightful analysis, albeit a scary one.
Living on the late-nineteenth-century female muckraker journalist Ida Tarbell’s island– Roosevelt Island — which is under the 59th Street Bridge (as those in Manhattan call it, as opposed to the Queensboro Bridge, as those from Queens call it, though it was relatively recently renamed the Ed Koch Bridge after the late former New York City Mayor), gives one a lot of APP (American Political Perspectives).
The wet, dirty muck that Ida raked occurred after she checked herself into what was known as “Damnation Island” due to its appalling conditions and the way inmates from the all-male prison on the island took “care” of some of the women along with white male priests.
While now it remains Roosevelt Island, Cornell Tech dominates it. Former Mayor Mike (or Michael) Bloomberg awarded approximately 37 acres to Cornell, the only private-public Ivy League institution of higher learning.
So, I think I can speculate that Elon has been here at least once, if not more, and who knows? I might bump into him on the street.
I can envision Elon rallying or the bolstering the idea of creating Cornell Tech given its unique location, being controlled by New York State though operated by New York City and technically part of Manhattan. Perhaps he supported getting all tech, especially “tech” education, off the “left” coast and in the financial capital of the world — New York City in New York State, rather than any land mass “down under.”
As Cornell Tech changes Roosevelt Island, I’m glad to know I can count on insightful analysis by a CUNY Graduate Center historian, now retired, since I know his work on Hearst as well as Mellon and can rest assured that his historical analysis will include astute comments or make culturally appropriate comparisons to Robber Barons from one and two centuries ago, and how they dominated the late nineteenth and early twentieth centuries.




Here is a photo of my grandmother in 1913 in Des Moines Iowa– the caucus state. She would be thrilled-I think or should I say I speculate – to know not only was I given her first name by my parents but I am honoring her and her daughter Virginia Frick O’Brien in finally revealing Ruth’s married name.



Doing research in remote European country on anarchy, state(s), & political violence against “All others-and/or all Others.”
RuthOBrien.org temporarily dark or minimal content available. No access to plug ins by mirrored professional site. Professional IT retraining scheduled.
Relieved not professional political hackers, nor personal interference by Dutch Fulbright UCLA trained Islamic Center Ph.D.
Grants pending on above. IdeaImpact.org (non-partisan, non-profit est. 2914) grants available soon.








This category of posts is for all the blogs I write about PwD or Persons or People with disabilities as reflected in the Americans with Disabilities Act of 1990 as well as the 2008 Amendments and the California law for self-advocacy, particularly in opening up public accommodations to PwD.
COVID has made everyone PwD now.
Indeed, the two words taken are “essential” and “remote.” Essential is no longer the essential functions of a job or position but the actual category of work in terms of being an essential worker or a worker on the front line serving all of us.
Remote work is a stand in term, a proxy, or a substitute for finding accommodations that are reasonable. Teaching via Zoom is an accommodation and in the case of higher education, which is different than K-12, students may learn well, especially self-motivated doctoral students, for instance. Whereas children in pre-school or K-third grade are not going to learn as well and will be harmed by the absence of the social aspects associated with learning to boot.





Scary stuff in the news, not only Trump’s call to arms against #BLM and others, like #portlandprotest and #portlandmoms, or NPR’s Morning Edition announcing different states thinking that folks will voluntarily surrender their firearms, but what is happening in the proxy war between the Turks and the Armenians, with the Russians negotiating.
States’ rights are getting more important in the election as borders are going back to policies similar to what the U.S. Constitution replaced (read the Articles of Confederation), and given how all elections stem from zero-sum all-state politics (think states and land and how many votes per state when you visualize conflicts, like the New York, New Jersey, and Connecticut tri-state area; also remember Pennsylvania and how the middle states were so divided — unlike New England or the former Confederate South, and remembering where Delaware was in this same confederacy).
It is no wonder I like living in my once-safe apartment on Roosevelt Island, where we are governed by three jurisdictions, including being completely accessible for folks like me and Steve Kuusisto.
As such an odd rock (read entity under what Frederic Schwarz used to call the 59th Street Bridge rather than the Ed Koch Queensboro Bridge), we are part of Manhattan, but EMTs come from Queens, given that we are also New York State and New York City, and we have Cornell Tech, a very expansive private/public university that is part of Cornell University.
We also have no police, only “Public Safety,” a branch that when we moved here saw its chief forced to exit in disgrace after harming many PwDs (there were posters all over so I looked it up).
Getting my M.A., D.Phil., and Ph.D. at UCLA back when they had an active program on the Middle East and Rudolph P. Matthee’s dissertation sponsor was not only @BethBaron’s supervisor but the greatly talented Professor *Nikki Keddie https://www.gc.cuny.edu/…/History/Faculty-Bios/Beth-Baron, I was there during the Salmon Rushdie fatwa, inflaming the existing conflict at UCLA between faculty supporting the Turks and the Armenians, respectively, which was scary in a different way.
Then, in 1993, my very dear, dear friend was killed in a fatwa (the last one, Gary Sick explained, happened in Italy and was in fact the last one on European soil). I was spared hearing it on the news when Distinguished Professor Barbara Pfetsch and Cory Lieb accepted being my sons’ “earth parents.” https://www.polsoz.fu-berlin.de/…/bpfetsch/index.html (This was how I cemented the boys’ fluency not only in university-level Dutch but in German as well, given the summer camps they attended with their earth cousin Jonas).
I just told Frederic O’Brien that having been with a former partner who understood the Far East and the Middle East, and then having traveled extensively on my own — including hitchhiking everywhere — in the former East gives one-off sensibilities when you end up coming back to the UCLA Center for Social Theory and Comparative History to be convinced to leave political theory for American Politics, first by @StephenSkowronek at Yale University (I didn’t know of Rogers Smith’s work).
I took pride back in the 1980s in traveling extensively on my own, not just in the former Yugoslavia but in all the other countries I could manage to get into.
Back then, one ride from Hamburg (when they still called it West Germany) got you to Berlin. I took my GRE’s in the former American embassy, not in Zagreb, where I was studying with Gajo Petrovic (the only existentialist who was sought by both the Institute for Advanced Study in Princeton and the Martin Heidegger Archiv, which he accepted) and then added another twist that Intellectual Publics might know about by hitchhiking down to Dubrovnik, Croatia, not only to hopefully meet @Habermas but also to bump into those I already knew about, including Andrew Arato (I discovered Joel Rogers as well).
Not wanting to be associated with the American graduate students, I hung out with the German graduate students, creating a bond with Uwe Toellner as well as one American professor, who wrote Alienation https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Richard_Schacht
I worked with this Dissent Magazine crowd — not New York but the ones who wrote Dissent in Serbo-Croatian and reprinted the likes of the International Herbert Marcuse Society — as well as channeling my book on Obama (Out of Many, One by Ruth O’Brien) through the likes of JohnDewey, Hannah-Arendt-Gymnasium, @ReinholdNiebuhr, Saul Alinsky, and W.E.B. DuBois — American iterations of the very Dutch Baruch Spinoza Study Group (not the traditional version of him by my former colleague’s notion of Baruch Spinoza but rather more the rendition that Alan Ryan would have supported, and heck, even the great academic StanleyFish liked).
https://academic.oup.com/…/article…/87/5/1435/127532…
How come there is no emoji for ambivalent? At least there is an activity called “watching.”
*Unlike posts, this one is derived from FaceBook’s Stories or “What’s on Your Mind” space that is similar to tweeting so it is full of URLs and most names were tags of those people (so you can look them up for yourself:) and sometimes I use foreign language spellings like the Heidegger Archiv. It is part of my seminars’ blogs series.

Buying and reading “Alice Roosevelt Longgworth, from White House Princess to Washington Power Broker” by Stacy Cordery got me thinking about how her bitterness was reserved not for eugenics but her father on a personal level. Surprise, surprise TR and his New Nationalism were reminiscent of the Anti-Presidency President Trump. Trump’s new nationalism is a bit scarier. While his neglect of Alice reveals his sexism, misogyny and “tough” love which is really code for hating all those who are weak – and not privileged (i.e. SLAMs, SCAMs and SLIMs) Indeed Mary Trump gives evidence of her Uncle Donald’s perversity since in the way he treated his mom, who broke bones all the times, spent alot of it in a hospital bed in their house and in hospitals shows where all his ugly neos and isms come from. Teddy, at least, got his own body in shape. Is this better, I wonder?


Anarchy finally caught up with Netflix. There is no such thing as an out-of-wedlock child, let alone “illegitimate,” but there is a parentless child, at least genetically. We live in an “on” world (i.e. computers have no or difficult to find on/off switches. Remember the radio?!). The surveillance state is old news.
More importantly, we now have genetically parentless children. This is to say it is not just government-sanctioned surveillance any more than it is a state or states that deem a child legitimate or illegitimate, like Rich Lowry, editor of National Review.
FYI, my book from 2005’s title is Bodies in Revolt, anticipating this situation by 15 years. Now the title is quoted back to me on Netflix, no less, or was it Acorn — in any case it is from the English empire (either Australia, Scotland, or England).
I gave this book the subtitle an “ethic of care” or bodily fluidity (it’s in the text) not necessarily from nature or requiring any performativity (i.e. Judith Butler). Stateless, genetically-less, “clon”-ish Bodies in Revolt are not revolting bodies.
The state is not only useless. The state is not only managed by state-managers, but the state of the state and the world at large more than sovereign and powerful states (i.e. empires) are not just order-less but facilitate a wonderful notion of boundary-less-ness that is transformative yet the form here means “many” (e.g. asexual, not sexual, can become a performative “they.” I too am “they.”*
* Fred and Theo accept my formation, though Max does not.

Lights and Camera — Sunshine Laws and Shining Lights.
Few national political institutions open their doors to audio and camera and then shut them back down again, no matter how long our historic pandemic lasts.
Long before I knew that William Howard Taft designed the 1930 Supreme Court building and helped pass some of the most important reforms as the Chief Justice (his preferred position over the presidency), I got to wander the halls of the House of Representatives as a page in the late 1970s. I tried not to spend too much time underground (so I got stuck at the end of the day with errands as punishment, which was fine by me).
We went to school in the Cupola of the Library of Congress. I got to be the M.C. with the majority leader and future (now seen as corrupt) Speaker of the House, Jim Wright — who looked at me like I was “crazy” for suggesting that his tip to me would be to “imagine everyone in their underwear.”
Oh, and Jimmy Carter had already tipped my hat in the Rose Garden after I ratted out the corruption of the Capitol Page School. At the State of the Union address, my own congressman got drunk and called me “Ruthie” and we all lifted a bit of the new carpet for our scrapbooks, knowing that television was next.
I had to plead with my mother two years in a row, and Congressman William Ketchum finally gave us a couple of minutes and told her to let me apply. I’d never win the essay contest — he had no seniority, he had no standing — and this was the better way to shut me up.
I had the feeling that he felt sorry for my mom, though he was far from the first authority figure trying to shut me up — that distinction goes to the junior-high principal when I was 12, and before that to my mother’s siblings and her father. Plus I got to interview Ronald Reagan after he got denied the nomination in 1976 and the family thought that was a coup. I could only see how purple his hair really was.
And by the time I prepared to go to Claremont Men’s College — while our relatives established Brown University (in its pre–Rhode Island days) — Ketchum was dead (dropped dead on the tennis court). Then Congressman Chuck Grassley called my mom to say she should be proud of me.
We got briefed by the CIA, the FBI, and other types of security to watch out for cockroaches tossed down from the galley, and to look out for big and small packages that might carry explosives — we were, after all, overseen by the office of the Doorkeeper.
My mother’s bargain was that I agreed to be banned from going to any “corrupt” East Coast establishment, especially the Ivies. (Most of the 125 pages chose to go to “the city” or “the country,” which in California means Stanford or Cal, respectively; it had a different meaning on the East Coast.) The agreement was: no application to the dangerous-for-women Stanford, and why would you want to go to a college filled with engineers? No going to her alma mater, UC Berkeley; I could transfer there, but I decided going to England and Yugoslavia would be more fun than heading up to northern California.
My mom wanted me to go to Scripps (she regretted going to Cal and leaving Mills). It was only by the skin of my teeth on the campus interview that the Claremont-wide student tour guide said Claremont Men’s College was a better place for me, being interested in politics.
So that I don’t digress, let me leave it like a westerner. Once an institution gets a new carpet, they get new drapes, and the Supreme Court — thank goodness — is opening its doors to video. It’s catching up to the 1970s.
I, for one, will watch this even if I don’t watch the two hours of White House TV, DJT (reverse acronym, since I can’t punish my fingers to type the words).

Let the Games begin! As a nation, the United States (yes, all the states) of America (the continent we share with Canada and Central America), we have hit rock bottom — or very close to it.
Here are the Headlines: Kavanaugh (a.k.a. “the Trigger”); Democrats take Midterms; and 2020 goes to . . . the Democratic nominee, of course.
Social movements against Trump are NOW thriving. Two cheers for that.
P.S. I was sorry I missed my U.S. Capitol Page High School Reunion. I’m not going to share the graduation date, haha.

