Monday, January 06, 2014
Liberty/Freedom - Not Up To Code
There have been a few interesting discussion threads over at Gerard Vanderleun’s blog American Digest over the past few days, in which the comments shine a light on the subjects of liberty and freedom, and, by extension, which political party one aligns themselves with in the attempt to retain liberty and freedom.
In one post, titled “Learned Helplessness:” Comment of the Month at the Turn of the Year [Bumped + 3], a number of commenters hold in scorn individuals of more Libertarian political leanings, for allegedly sabotaging Republican political candidates’ election chances, equating said libertarian leaning individuals, foolishly, as enemies almost worse than Democrats. To which I respond with this thought, which I posted in comments at Radley Balko’s The Agitator back in November 2003.
Why is there such a confounded need to label yourself or align yourself within a group? Can we not just be men with like minded ideas of liberty and sovereign individuality? Even if some of your political ideologies differ in regards to the size of government, as compared to other labeled individuals, does the group label offer you any kind of safety, or is it just a need to belong that is being fulfilled by the label? The group mentality, in most instances, only provides a bludgeon to use against other groups.
But it was a portion of a comment on another post at Vanderleun’s, which consisted of a mere photo, titled January 3 2014: So, how cold is it tonight inside some random hotel in Minnesota?, which is the actual impetus for this post and this post’s title.
…AND, the light switch is on the hinge side of the door - I’m pretty sure that is a code violation…
That comment, addressed to an aspect of a photograph, a photograph for pete’s sake, is indicative of just how enslaved Americans have become to the government and its bureaucracy. Is that light switch not to “code?” Heaven help us, how can we survive without the state and their mountains of code?
Americans’ liberty and freedoms are indeed in jeopardy, and hearing what I believe is a conservative individual commenting that a light switch is not to code, after viewing one, single photo, does not bode well for American freedom and liberty overall. Americans are being conditioned to be complete slaves to the state, and the conditioning appears to be working. America’s liberty and freedom is not up to code.
UPDATE 01.10.2014: Updated permalink to “Learned Helplessness” post, which is now archived.
Friday, January 03, 2014
It is not unusual to hear politicians praising Fidel Castro and Cuba, nor is it unusual to hear movie stars and media mouthpieces praising Fidel Castro and Cuba, nor even an occasional baseball player praising Fidel Castro and Cuba, which makes one wonder how these useful idiots would survive actually living as a Cuban. Not a Cuban with connections to Cuba’s commie power holders, but as a regular old Cuban individual with a ration card.
Patrick Symmes wondered about this and actually gave it a try, living in Cuba for 30 days as a Cuban, and in reading Symmes’ account of those days shows that Cuba is no commie paradise. Symmes’ account of those days is titled Thirty Days As A Cuban (pdf of 13 pages).
There is nothing paradaisical about living in a commie country, and Cuba is no exception. It is, inglorious Cuba.
Link to Symmes’ piece via Otto Odecker.
Thursday, January 02, 2014
Whose Fault Is It?
The above photos showing Jews compliantly lining up to register themselves as Jews in Weimar Germany in 1942, and Connecticut residents compliantly lining up to register themselves as weapons owners in 2013, at the order of the government, are juxtaposed as an alleged indictment on the evils of government.
Indeed, governments are often evil, but, I think the actual indictment this comparison should elicit should be leveled at “we the people” for sheepishly complying.
Oh, congratulations by the way … now your gov’t knows where all those firearms are.
This will be useful when they eventually decide to confiscate ‘em;
and that registration form will be probable cause for a search, with or without a warrant.
If you’re lucky, they’ll knock first.
Tuesday, December 31, 2013
I recently stumbled upon the book A Gallery of Girls by Coles Phillips, for far less than the price listed at that link, and I thought I’d share a few of my favorite illustrations from the book.
In order of their appearance, they are titled “Hoot Mon,” “Her Move,” “The Midshipmite,” and, my personal favorite, “Corn Exchange.”
This is one book I think that I will break down into individual prints to frame, there are a total of 39, so that they can be enjoyed daily in my home, though I am open to selling the complete book.
Pieces of Paper Can Do Nothing
Tam on gun registration schemes.
Time and again, gun registration schemes lead to massive non-compliance, are ignored by criminals, and eventually turn into a handy checklist for confiscating authorities to come by and pick up the guns…
It is an easily demonstrable fact that gun registration does nothing… indeed
can do nothing
... to prevent crimes: I will write my name and address and the serial number of a gun on this sheet of paper and hand it to you. Then I will leave the room. Using that piece of paper and nothing but that piece of paper, stop me from shooting something with the gun. I’ll bet you twenty bucks you can’t.
The only way you can use that sheet of paper to stop me from shooting something is to hand it to another person with a gun and tell them to come get mine. (bold and separation by ed.)
Monday, December 30, 2013
The Fallacy of “Giving Back”
...While giving generously to the needy and to the talented is a long American tradition, the term “giving back” suggests a prior “taking away,” i.e., theft. That single adverb “back” embodies the core conceit of the modern progressive liberal: that wealth is theft, requiring atonement; that unequal wealth—the fruit of a successful meritocracy—is criminal; that “society” is the only rightful owner of all that any individual can build and earn.
Via a Donald Sensing post titled Why I don’t “give back” to the community.
Tuesday, December 24, 2013
A Lovely Little Film
Mister De Vries (93) sits at his window awaiting his death. Until one cold winter day he is surprised by the arrival of a parcel. When he subsequently sees a pigeon flying off he knows that this is no ordinary message. His time has come. Mister De Vries momentarily hesitates to open it. When he chances it, he finds his old Frisian skates. There’s only one thing to be done.
Linked via Fred Lapides.
Monday, December 23, 2013
An Ode to Machinery
Erin O’Brien has penned an ode to machinery, which, in many cases, is becoming vintage machinery, though not quite obsolete. The piece recalled to my mind one of the first full time jobs I held after high school as an apprentice machinist, cutting my teeth in the tool and die industry running a Blanchard grinder, before graduating to the operation of the largest vertical and horizontal boring mill in the shop I was employed, working the graveyard shift from 8:30 p.m. to 6:30 a.m. As I read through the post, I could almost smell the odors of a machine shop floor. Erin’s piece is titled Tears and steel.
Friday, December 20, 2013
Though I may disagree with my internet friend, Greg Swann, on a number of issues, he floats an idea in his most recent post which I fully agree with, and which is rather practical for a large majority of individuals. Want to get Washington’s attention? Produce no wealth to be looted – once a month on #JohnGaltDay
The idea of a general strike of producers is appealing as a general idea, but no one wants to lose everything as a stand-alone martyr.
The solution is to have a one-day strike, a John Galt Day, once a month. If, on the first full work day of every month, everyone who is sick of being enslaved by parasites were to take the day off — producing nothing — the vampires in Washington would get the news in no time.
F*cked In The Ass
Regardless of the alleged popularity of anal sex, and in light of the current obsession over Duck Dynasty star and Duck Commander patriarch Phil Robertson stating he prefers women over men for a sexual partner, for the same reasons over 95% of men prefer women, does anyone really think that the phrase f*cked in the ass, or “I’m gonna f*ck you in the ass,” is a term of endearment?
Monday, December 16, 2013
Quality of Will
Commenting on the narcissistic behavior of Barack Hussein Obama at the Nelson Mandela memorial in a piece at the New York Post titled How the West was lost by the selfie president, Michael Goodwin poses the following question.
Hitler’s greatest mistake was being born too soon. If he were on the march now, would there be will in Washington and London to stop him?
If, and it’s a big if, there were/are men of good will in politics, good will as described by Fran Porretto, then the answer to Goodwin’s hypothetical question would be yes.
Unfortunately, there is a distinct lack of quality of will, good will, in politics, and there has been for some time. The type of wills people throughout the world have to contend with nowadays in politicians is akin to the type of wills that Lenin desired in socialist lackeys, as articulated in Lenin’s Telegram to Comrades Kuraev, Bosh, Minkin, and other Penza communists.
Chairman of the Council
Of People’s Commissars
From Moscow, the Kremlin.
To Comrades Kuraev, Bosh, Minkin and other Penza communists.
Comrades! The uprising by the five kulak volosts must be mercilessly suppressed. The interest of the entire revolution demands this, for we are now facing everywhere the “final decisive battle” with the kulaks. We need to set an example.
1. You need to hang (hang without fail, so that the people see) no fewer than 100 of the notorious kulaks, the rich and the bloodsuckers.
2. Publish their names.
3. Take all their grain from them.
4. Appoint the hostages — in accordance with yesterday’s telegram.
This needs to be done in such a way that the people for hundreds of versts around will see, tremble, know and shout: they are throttling and will throttle the bloodsucking kulaks.
Telegraph us concerning receipt and implementation.
PS. Find tougher people.
Don’t kid yourselves. The only types of wills involved in politics are wills to power, lacking any semblance of quality, or unquestioning lackeys such as the type that Lenin surrounded himself with.
Will The Real Santa Please Stand Up
One would not be remiss in thinking that Santa Claus is, in fact, real, and not simply Yes, Virginia, there is a Santa Claus real, based on the amount of press being generated over Megyn Kelly’s dumb remarks; might I add dumb blonde dumb remarks as I mentioned here; regarding the racial makeup of Santa and Jesus.
And while anthropology may support Santa and Jesus as being white folk, science ya know, Tam pretty much nails what color Santa is.
...SANTA CLAUS IS WHATEVER COLOR YOUR PARENTS ARE, MORON!
And while I find Tam’s Santa color hypothesis very supportable, I would be remiss if I did not point out that Santas throughout the world are Rare Exports from Finland. Ho, Ho, Ho!
Link to anthropological support of Santa being white obtained here.
Thursday, December 12, 2013
Perennial Problems of Man Quote
It is not easy to understand that the perennial problems of man’s existence in history will reappear on every level of historical achievement in a period when the changes in conditions of his life are so great as to create the illusion that new conditions and achievements have eliminated the perennial problems. (ital. by ed.)
Reinhold Niebuhr, The Nature and Destiny of Man, Charles Scribner’s Sons, New York, 1949, II. Human Destiny, pg. 181
Monday, December 09, 2013
It seems, somehow, incongruous to preface the word mush, a thick porridge, with the word delicious, as not many individuals will necessarily consider mush a culinary treat, but it can be.
Moes (mush) is a stick to your ribs kind of meal, good to sit down to in the winter months. The recipe is quite simple, and, I think, probably quite healthy for you too. Here’s how my Mum makes it, and us kids still follow the recipe to this day.
Peel five (5) pounds of potatoes (my Mum prefers Michigan white potatoes but good russets will do) and put in large pot, just barely covering with water. Don’t forget to salt them.
Add 1/3 to 1/2 cup barley
Take a good sized bundle of kale and coarsely chop and place on top of potatoes in pot (pack it in as the kale will reduce during cooking)
Top the kale with a quality mettwurst or smoked sausage of your choice
Bring this to a boil and cook until potatoes are tender to the fork
When potatoes are cooked through, remove pot from stove
Remove mettwurst to a plate and set aside for the moment
Pour off water remaining in pot (be sure to set some of this aside in case you need to add a bit of moisture later)
Mash together the potatoes, kale and barley, adding set aside water if needed
Slice the mettwurst into 1 1/2 to 2 inch chunks to serve alongside the moes
You’re ready to eat some delicious mush.
My Mum always serves dill pickles with moes, and she also likes to pour a bit of apple cider vinegar on her moes. Though I pass on the vinegar, myself, dill pickles are a nice accompaniment. Enjoy.
Tuesday, December 03, 2013
Message to Police, Lines in the Sand
Video, which runs 7:46, can be viewed at any of the above links.