No Surrender

Post by North Carolina NAACP.

Well, At Least The Local NJ Police Are Taking Dr. Snyderman's Quarantine Seriously.

Best coverage on the ongoing massive-yet-oddly-krypto-story of the "NBC Ebola Quarantine That Was So Voluntary It Had to Be Made Mandatory" is till coming from Planet Princeton.

Upside is that the story has finally hit one mainstream outlet, the New York Daily News, of all outlets.  Kudos to them for:  "NBC Ebola Crew Unable to Contain Itself"  and "No Soup for You."

It's A Small Small Small Small World, especially if you choose not to believe in cause and effect.

Oh, come on, Nancy.

You couldn't just say no?


"Several Planet Princeton readers have reported seeing NBC News Chief Medical Editor Dr. Nancy Snyderman in public over the past day.

Snyderman allegedly was seen sitting in her car outside of the Peasant Grill in Hopewell Boro this afternoon. A reader reported that a man who was with her got out of the car and went inside the restaurant to pick up a take-out order. Another man was in the back seat of her black Mercedes. Snyderman had sunglasses on and had her hair pulled back, the reader said."



State of New Jersey Issues Quarantine Order for Snyderman and Crew.

Forewarned is Forearmed

One feels there may be an upsurge in blogging activity all of a sudden.  Not a promise, just a mere possibility.  There's Martha Coakley to support and Scott Brown to defeat.  There's desperate people beginning to impeach Hillary Clinton before she's even a candidate for president.  B-B-B-Benghzi, Boko Haram, beheadings, bombings, human torment of every sort (as usual, alas).  There's Ray Rice KO-ing the woman he loves, then dragging her unconscious body, face-down, out of an elevator, saying, to onlookers, "She's drunk, right?  No cops."

Speaking of drunk, lest we forget, here's Scotty:

 Not so long ago, either.

Will NH beam Scotty up to the Senate?  Or will they beam Scotty up elsewhere?

Not Wanting to Waste One's Barbara Bush-esque Beautiful Mind et alia

on much more Woody, one has found an article which says pretty much what one woulda said had one spent one's time on him, so do read this here article, a fine analysis of Woody's response, his no mea culpa published in the New York Times.  Sleazy dude.

Woody or Woodn't He?

One has not blogged here for a looong time, but one fears the Woody thing may change that.  One shall see.

It's that rape culture thing, one just can't quit reviling it.  Well, one could, but why would one?

Heeeee-ere's Woody!  Oh no, wait, heeeee-ere's Woody! 

And heeeeee-re's a fun primary source.

And here's a re-cap of problems for Allen that won't be going away.

Of interest to yours truly:  that Ms Farrow, post Soon-Yi,  had been very generous in offering visitation to Mr. Allen.  Allen had already been attending therapy to address and to change his history of inappropriate behaviors toward Dylan.

During a visit on August 4th, Ms Farrow was away from home with a friend, Casey Pascal. Farrow's children were being supervised by Ms Groteke, and her friend Casey's babysitter Ms. Stickland was looking after the 3 Pascal children.

There was also a French tutor in the home.  The French tutor testified that on that day she found Dylan had had no underpants on. 

Ms. Stickland told her employer, Ms Pascal, on that day, that she had seen something that bothered her.  It was this:  having gone into a room looking for one of the children, she saw Allen kneeling down in front of Dylan, his head in Dylan's lap.


For fifteen or twenty minutes that day, Ms. Groteke, Ms. Farrow's nanny, was unable to locate either Dylan Farrow or Woody Allen.  Dylan Farrow says that she knows where they were and that she remembers very well what happened.

Allen says she's mistaken.  Well, he didn't say exactly that, but, you know, brainwashed, making it up, a thought disorder, la la la.

And this statement by Mr. Allen's experts:  “We believe that Dylan’s statements on videotape and her statements to us during our evaluation do not refer to actual events that occurred to her on August 4th, 1992.”

They heard what the little girl said.  They decided the events she spoke of weren't actual.  Okay.