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December 19, 2007

Back Then

Michael Blowhard writes:

Dear Blowhards --

Rick Darby -- who was there -- watched a recent History Channel documentary about 1968. Great passage:

That's the liberal mentality for you: people can't be trusted to make their own judgments and draw their own conclusions. They are racists to the bone, ready to run amok unless the information they receive is carefully filtered by their betters in the media.

Gerard Vanderleun -- who was there too -- points out that Bill 'n' Hill were, er, co-habiting nearby. Funny passage:

If the Clintons, during their first prolonged cohabitation, were at all "normal" for the time their evenings at home would have consisted of
  • rolling a fat doobie, probably three or four;
  • whipping up some chicken curry
  • smoking a fat doobie;
  • getting some dim candles going along with a stick of incense
  • putting on a tried and true series of records; and
  • hopping into bed and, as we said then, "balling" until they passed out.

That was pretty much the standard evening's entertainment in the summer of 1971 in Berkeley.

Why doesn't anyone use the term "balling" these days?



posted by Michael at December 19, 2007


The term "balling" meant, as I recall, entirely recreational sex with zero emotional commitment. You said "balling" deliberately to shock and offend others with your hard hearted indifference to your partner.

What is really puzzling about the Clintoons is that they never seem to have advanced beyond 1971 in Berkeley. I lived in San Francisco then, and played regularly at coffee houses on Telegraph Avenue. In particular, the Clintoons seem never to have dropped the racial orthodoxy of the left from that era.

The Bay Area white left is always infatuated with the idea of unifying with black thugs to foment revolution. At its worst, this brought about the People's Temple debacle and the SLA-Patty Heart kidnapping. The Berkeley/Oakland border is where leftist radicals and Oakland black thugs meet and conspire. What is really attracting them is always inter-racial screwing and drugs. That tends to get lost in the Marxist rhetoric.

When I see the Clintoons kissing fat Al Sharpton's ass, I am reminded that nothing has changed for the radical left. In Woodstock, a poster of Mumia, the cold blooded murderer of a white Philadelphia cop, adorns the wall of the Community Center.

When I was a kid, I was sucked into this bizarre racial scam. Living among blacks in Brooklyn and Jersey City changed all that. The left, from my viewpoint, has become doggedly, unashameably racist. Somehow, in an effort to hold onto the verities of 1968 and 1971, the left continues to advocate total irresponsibility, welfare checks and quotas as the solution for blacks. Of course, never discount the Manhattan affect. Wealthy white Manhattanites love to pontificate about how white residents of the boroughs should deal with black crime and drug abuse.

And, I'll be blunt. About 90% of this is the result of the sexual fantasies of white liberals. Nothing wrong with sexual fantasies, except when you allow them to run your political life. Black men are the heroic savages of white liberal girl's (and effiminate white gays') dreams. Since every nuance of white liberal girl's imaginations must be humored, we pay a terrible price.

Posted by: Shouting Thomas on December 19, 2007 1:38 PM

'Balling' as a term for 'sexual intercourse' privileges the male genitalia as the norm by which an act, historically exploitative of womyn, is defined, thereby perpetuating precisely those patterns of male dominance from which womyn have struggled collectively to liberate themselves.

Womyn prefer the term 'ovarying', or more festively, 'egging'.

Posted by: PatrickH on December 19, 2007 4:53 PM

"...until they passed out..."

The older I get, the better the simplicity of that kind of program sounds. I'd replace the doob with some cheap but decent red vino.

If they had only just kept on like that, instead of being ambitious, what a better world this would have been.

Posted by: Lex on December 19, 2007 7:14 PM

My theory: the increasing use of the word "balls" in the sense of courage and audacity has rendered "ball" as a term for sexual intercourse a bit too confusing.

Posted by: Peter on December 19, 2007 8:25 PM

Shoutin' Thomas - I must say, you have distinct literary style. Like Joyce or Donne, when I see the first sentence I know it's you.

I'll take dope and sex over Empire any day.

Posted by: Bhh on December 19, 2007 10:36 PM

The last time I heard the term "balling" used in a sexual context, it was a fantasy about "balling Sandra Bollack".

Posted by: kurt9 on December 21, 2007 4:42 PM

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