Friday, March 30, 2018

The Three Most Useless Dicks in Christendom - Twitter Facebook and Me

I was suspended on Twitter last week. It happened as I was making a comment on a photo presented by a member I have long followed and previously commented on with many "likes" and or plastic "hearts". I thought I was thinking globally and acting locally to beat an old dead work horse.

I was commenting on a photo I saw in Twitter, a photo of Don Jr, Eric and Donald Trump Sr. standing together and labeled it "the three most useless dicks in Christendom".

It was a phrase I invented on the Staten Island Ferry decades ago, commenting mentally, long B.T., Before Twitter, on a photo image in the NYT of the three royal boys in England posed together on Edward's wedding day. It is a phrase my old brain turns to when I see a crowd, of three, grouped males in politics business or religion, twats on the image side of the media scam. 

As soon as I entered the comment, my screen went blank with the YOU ARE SUSPENDED notice and a reason being I was a "suspected robot" whatever that means. 

That free speech which I tried always to be polite in except in the figure of a PIG of a "man" in politics named Trump was instantly erased in the new Global Culture. 

Booing the umpire at the baseball game or political forum is as natural as apple pie or once was when it was made of non-mutated (non-GMO) apples and real sugar and not the industrial waste of HFCS.

Well anyway, I guess I have used it before on Twitter that label "the three most useless dicks in Christendom" on photos with say Ryan, Trump and McConnell huddled together in anti-humanism camera pose. It was the first time I think I saw a family photo of that man actually standing in real time with his two rich spoiled idiot sons. 

I complied with checking the "I am not a robot" box and giving a cell phone number which I did not give before, was grandfathered into membership of the T forum over five years ago and knowing what I know about credit from having once worked in the mortgage business know that these days all things considered, once they have you cell phone number they have everything on YOU - name - dob - ss# - credit rating etc. All the things necessary to gauge and design a brainwashing plan of marketing attack on your meager amounts of disposable income and credit card debt to fulfill your artificial American myth of the "Pursuit of Happiness" in the 21st century. 

So if twitter is hacked by enemies of the United States, they know where I live and where my polling place is etc. and depending on the wind and or whim of some right winged Billionaire / Oligarch nut, foreign or domestic, maybe even my one little vote does not even matter just as I mentioned in my version of the new world order as designed for the Wharton Global Spreadsheet

Well I had to stand back and suddenly look back, in Twitter I was afraid to exercise my freedom of speech and did likes and retweets but could do no replies for fear of being thrown out of Twitter again for repeating a phrase of two that senile old geezers like me are prone to do, nature of the beast and all that. 

And considering how the secular version or is he really a "chrischan" and is the "antichrist" after all, and how he talks, twitters non stop dictem ex cathedra and the media and banks, corporations  and ruling right wing oligarchs like it, I decided to leave this artificial "social media" millennial device, pale virtual version of once real, now dead American town square. 

I therefore deactivated my Twitter account and will just sit on the porch in my old age rocker and await the angel of death etc. 

Perhaps the only real thing I as a person, old school and or obsolete, have done in years.

I have also deactivated my FB for similar reasons, in that I cannot trust whoever runs Twitter or that Harvard boy at FB that sold out my country to the Russkies in 2016. 

If profitability over morality is the motto, mission statement of the new Global Town Square and or Global Culture, they we are all truly Fuked.

Have a nice day ;-)


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Thursday, March 29, 2018

My First Egg Roll

 I had occasion to mention to my son the other day that I never had a real egg roll with any "Chinese Food" I ate as a child in Philly. That my father having been a cook in the Army in WWII made his own American version of Chinese food that mirrored the La Choy canned version. Whether improvised or was following an old Army recipe I do not know and cannot verify as I do no longer speak to a mean spirited older sibling out West.

The "Holy Trinity of Cajun Cooking " onion, celery and green pepper were julienne cut and cooked in chicken broth and sometimes bits of  with chicken left over over the previous night's dinner. Served with rice and canned noodles and canned bean sprouts ( the secret ingredients ), another two, canned La Choy products.

People who lived through the Depression and or World War Two got nutrition out of a can and not a refrigerated supermarket case such as Orange Juice or Pineapple Juice or Grapefruit Juice. Great on the vitamin front on those steel can dispensers of joy.

That my first egg roll was as a back office Wall Street bank employee working overtime because the FED was down or had not yet settled passed it normal daily 6:30 PM closing time. That the bank fed us a dinner from a fast food Chinese place or the Greek restaurant across the street in which case it was not sweet and sour pork, fried rice and egg rolls but cheese burger and fries served up in a round  aluminum dish with clear plastic dome covering. 

And what is duck sauce in little plastic packets. And Chinese mustard, a weapon from the third world? Days of epiphany and divine enlightenment.

No Chinese dives, pizza (tomato pie) parlors in our old MAGA factory town working class in Harrowgate, Philly. Where George Wallace carried it by double digits in the 1968 election. A guy my PC parents voted for but would not admit to, to their PC kids.

First fast food before McDonalds in our factory town in Philly in the late sixties was Gino's. Those working their way East 50k franchise MickeyD's were something we saw on the national news but were yet to see many locally. 




I am saying all this in case the Millennials have no clue of never not having anything in the marketing stream since day one of their existence. All there, choices, everywhere. Always. 

No god or saint these days to worship and adore and be cult member of except your cell phone and or appropriate apps. 

Amen? Whatever.


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Wednesday, March 28, 2018

James Topham Brady - 1815 / 1869 - Family Tree of Sorts.


James Topham Brady - 1815 / 1869 - Family Tree of Sorts.




James Topham Brady 1815-1869






"Adoptive Son" Father Thomas J Ducey, 1846-1909


Father Thomas S Brady, 1792-1842

Mother Ann Brady,  ? -1836

Brother Thomas A Brady, 1813-1847

Sister Eliza J Brady, 1819(?)-1839

Brother John R Brady, 1822-1891

Sister Ann(?) "Annie" Brady Moore, ? - ?

Sister Susanna J Brady Moore, 1825-1907

Sister Delia Brady Lane, 1831-1911

Sister Maria Louise Brady Jarvis,  ? - 1900

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Dedicated to my great grandmother Mary Brady McShea - born in Pottsville Pennsylvania 1845 - a Brady cousin of sorts. 

Many thanks again to Delancy23 for researching and helping me find Great Grandmom.




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Saturday, March 24, 2018

Crew of Great Eastern in NYC 1860 Honored at Banquet Lafarge House - Dinner Speaker James T Brady Esq.

Crew of Great Eastern in NYC 1860 Honored at Banquet Lafarge House - Dinner Speaker James T Brady Esq.



Library of Congress - circa 1860




NY Daily Tribune 7 July 1860


Circa 1860


NY Evening Express 7 July 1860


Great Eastern Docked in NYC 1860 - Pier 11th to 12th Streets and Hudson River


SS Great Eastern




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Friday, March 23, 2018

Marine Lieutenant Thomas A Brady Killed at Tampico, Mexican War 1813-1847


Marine Lieutenant Thomas A Brady Killed at Tampico, Mexican War 1813-1847


Thomas A Brady was the older brother of famous in their day James Topham Brady, lawyer and Judge John R. Brady. 

All three sons of Irish immigrant parents escaping the stacked deck against native Roman Catholic Micks in their homeland and the Act of Union 1801 with Great Britain. 

Story goes that Thomas S. Brady and pregnant wife Ann, or so the story goes, their passenger ship arriving in the shelter of New York Harbor in 1812 only minutes ahead of a British Man of War in hot pursuit, harassing and attacking all bound for America shipping in the so called War of 1812 during the Napoleonic World War with Britain.

Father parent Thomas S. Brady started in Newark NJ where Thomas A Brady was born in 1813 before moving over to Manhattan. Many people in those days from Brooklyn and Jersey would go by boat to Catholic church services at St. Peter's, the only RC church for miles around. That wooden church at the time in downtown Manhattan. 

Famous lawyer and Tammany backroom king maker James Topham Brady was born in Manhattan in 1815 and lived on Warren street, only a few steps from there to City Hall or St. Peter's in the middle of a very poor dock area that was the center of the Irish immigrant area in New York in that second decade of the 19 century. 

Thomas S. Brady made a small school in his attic where he tutored in Latin and taught many young and ambitious sons of other would be middle class in their own nativc Ireland who reinvented themselves in the strange English speaking American Republic in its early days. 

Many boys that played togetheror were tutored by the senior Brady would become the backbone of business, banking, politics of New York City in decades to come. Among those boys in play and study with the Brady boys the first American Cardinal John McCloskey of NYC. That small tight knit New York Irish community would see immigrant sons dominate future politics of the Tammany machine with lawyers, district attorneys, judges, aldermen etc. 

That Thomas S Brady was self taught and studied nights and passed the bar, entered politics as an alderman and magistrate and eventually ended life as a sitting judge in the local courts. 

James did some public service but did not like it. But he was immensely successful as an orator and trial lawyer. John was the one who would become a judge, a highly respected judge on the local New York Supreme Court. It was Judge John R. Brady who was called upon in the middle of the night to swear in Vice President Chester A Arthur as President of the United State in 1881 upon the death of President Garfield who finally succumbed to injuries of being shot in an assassination act of a radical at the Buffalo World's Fair. First swearing in of President Arthur at his home on Lexington Avenue and second swearing in a few days later in Washington DC.

The oldest son for some reason, a lawyer by training, joined the Navy / Marine Corp and died in some skirmish  prior to the official win at Tampico which really was only a foothold invasion as a prelude for the later bigger prize of the port of Vera Cruz. 

As far as I can tell, the elder Thomas S Brady, James Topham Brady and John R. Brady are buried in the old St. Patrick's Cathedral on Mott Street in Little Italy/Chinatown in down town Manhattan. Buried in the Brady family vault in the catacombs below the old Cathedral. I presume Thomas A. Brady is buried in Mexico. 

The old cathedral burned down in 1866 and the archdiocese was not going to rebuild except for all the rich and influential Micks in business and Tammany politics who had relatives and loved ones already buried underneath the burned out wooden church. Rebuilt, it is now a parish church and called the old St. Patrick's Cathedral.  The present cathedral was already under construction in 1864 mainly as a Tammany Hall boondoggle project to launder money through inferior materials and no show jobs etc. Which is why they recently spent 200 million to keep the place from falling down again etc. 

Anyway, all these earlier immigrants had a comfortable niche made for themselves in the new world when the Irish Potato Famine hit and a tidal wave of immigration hit the United States with New York City as the epicenter of that man made British genocide fueled by the Corn Laws with a phony government price set for wheat grown in the UK as a means to profit off it in England and even sell it overseas. That the peasants / catholic serfs in Ireland could not afford wheat and or bread. That they fed themselves on one strain of potato that succumbed to blight in the middle 1840s. That all through the famine the British landlords profited off of wheat production and exports even as the serf class starved. No wonder the early immigrants like the Bradys saw the unfairness of British rule and immigrated to America, Canada and Australia one generation prior to that human disaster. 

One of those strange things of how evil in the UK actually profited the descendants of immigrants forced to leave with a better life elsewhere and now the UK on the edge of a cliff cutting itself off from Europe with BREXIT. Karma. Whatever.




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Friday, March 9, 2018

Georgina A Davis - Artist, Illustrator 1848-1925 - #WomensDay #WomensHistoryMonth

Georgina A Davis - Artist, Illustrator 1848-1925




A self portrait instead of a "selfie" in a man's world of art and illustration, one has to wonder if artist "G. A. Davis" is not flipping her byrd at the conventional way her self-satisfied colleagues, and probably paid more for their work, view themselves but rather how they view a woman in the art world in a group photo of sorts in the 1894 The Quarterly Illustrator. 

Independent and careful to protect her privacy? A person alone in a large city. Her address in The Quarterly Illustrator 1893 lists her home address as West New Brighton in Staten Island, Richmond County, New York. A rural setting then, no house numbers back then near the ferry to "the City".

A veteran of over 100 credited illustrations with the Frank Leslie publications, Popular Monthly, Leslie's Illustrated Weekly and Newspaper from 1880 onward put her reputation as artist on the map even if being a female. 

Her forte, pictures of women in various congregations of the tribe at home and in public.

Her quick eye and memory after stalking the President elect Cleveland's child's nanny in a park in a resort town on a daily baby carriage ride in the sun got her the one up on the guys as to viewing the Presidential Child that Mrs. Cleveland refused all press access to and compiling a sketch from memory of a child in its carriage merged with a photo of Mrs. Cleveland, into a national sensation in the press for a first look at the First Child dubbed "Baby Ruth" Cleveland in Frank Leslie's Popular Monthly Magazine. 



1894


Frank Leslie's Illustrated Weekly 21 Dec 1893







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