Archive | April, 2011

>With Any Luck…

30 Apr

>…Or at least industriousness, by the time you read this, I will be on my way to a gathering of the Indiana Historical Radio Society, an organization to which I am unable to devote as much tame time as I’d like.

Someone over Tam’s way lauded the British Royal Family (IMO, the nation-state version of purse dogs and I’m much relieved to see they’ve decided to outcross back to wild stock again, as the breed had got a bit odd-looking in the previous generation) as the “custodians of living history.” And maybe they are; other than dragging an entire nation (and a goodly chunk of the rest of the world, at least the parts that speak some flavor of English some of the time) to a standstill every time they get married or crowned or have the poor timing to die, they’re a harmless enough affectation. (Not so much in the way of custodians, though — I doubt a one of them would know how to use a mop bucket, even after it bit them. Um, on second thought the Queen might; she seems sensible enough).

But you know who else is a “custodian of living history?” You are and places like Etsy and eBay are, too. Every time you turn that bedanged Colonial chestnut roaster or the hideous set of matched Art Deco splatchet forks into money by putting them in the hands of some yoik who thinks they are the greatest things evar, you have successfully custodialized some history. I should not be in the least surprised to learn that more of that sort of thing is going on now than has ever gone on before.

And you don’t even need blue blood to do it! (This is good — those horseshoe crabs take a lot of looking after.)


>State Of Ninnies

29 Apr

>It’s a beautiful place, with no shortage of natural wonders or clever and productive people; but the trouble with a place where you can get anything on the ballot is that there are plenty of persons — or tallish, hairless/featherless bipeds that have (mostly) learned to not make messes in the house — who have absolutely no grasp of “none of your business!”

And this time ’round, out in the Golden Pear State (look it up), in San Franciso, where happy, smiling people covered in tattoos and scarifications, with piercings through every bit that’s pierceable, will greet you and politely ignore your goggling eyes, they’ve put a proposal to outlaw (male) circumcision on the ballot.

I haven’t got a dog in that fight, bein’ female and not a mother, nor livin’ in Cally-forn-i-a; but I find myself goggling not at the innocent folks who have gone in for heavy decoration but the sheer, ignorant effrontery of the sort of shaved ape who thinks his personal prejudices and whims outweigh, gee, decades of custom, centuries of religious practice and, f’pity’s sake, deals made with G-d?

–Sure, you can tell me I’m an agnostic — but the parties to the cited arrangement are not.

Right about now, you prolly think I’ll go Godwin; but I shan’t. I don’t have to. I just wonder when San Franciscans will move on up to the year 1290 and put an Edict of Expulsion up for vote?

The tyranny of the mob, sooooo much better than the tyranny of a single man. And so very much more wise, too. You betcha.

>"One-Party Nation"

28 Apr

>From the Could Not Have Said It Better Myself Dep’t, Wick Allison:

When people tell me we need a third political party in America, I tell them they are wrong. What we need is a second party in America.

…The difference being, Wick voted for Mr. Obama (and endorsed him in print) — the linked article being subtitled, “Why I am recanting my 2008 endorsement of Barack Obama.” (We can, finally, be pretty sure that it’s not over his birth certificate).

Semi-relatedly, The Week offers five takes on why he-who-must-not-be-named (R0n P@u1) is running for Prez again. Who knows, maybe this time his own party’ll let him say a few words at their convention?


27 Apr

>Or the lack thereof. A huge headache is drillin’ in via my left ear. It’s just the weather getting synerjiggy with my normal migraine but it has fair driven most thoughts from my head.

I’m not polit-blogging quite as much as I have in the past, largely because I think at the Federal level the system is unfixably broke, in both the “not working” and “no money” senses. Between the Party of Spending and the Party of Spending Even More,* the FedGov is at this point in time running on bad checks and (relatively) good reputation and as Larry Correia pointed out back on the 15th, the finances are so unprecedentedly far out of whack, there is no tellin’ how it will fall when it falls, let alone what form it will take. (And do not even talk to me about planned collapse; whle there are plenty of rats gnawing away at the foundations, their contributions are barely a patch on the huge damage done by elected and appointed officials who refuse to believe water runs downhill — and by majorities who vote for the voteable fools and liars.)

One thing’s for sure, the superbigsavings budget Congress came up with is a bad joke; it replaces a cowflop with…a cowflop with a ribbon it! Dig in, kids. If you don’t like that, there’s a proposal to jack up the taxes on the companies and people who employ us, which, as any simpleton know, could not possibly result in even more bankruptcies, layoffs and offshoring. Oh heavens no. And meantime, the party that was chanting No Blood For Oil elected their Own Very Special Peace-Loving Guy who got us in another war in oil country! Oh, hurrah. Meanwhile, our other wars sputter on, all of ’em producing the FedGov’s primary tangible product, maimed young people.

The collapse, when it comes, may look a bit like the fall of the old Soviet Union. We are fortunate in the U.S. that we’ve got State governments (at least, if you like governments). Many of them are even solvent, or nearly so and when — not if, when — the Federal Government of The United States of America augers in, the States will likely be able to cobble something together. If they can manage to dodge debt collectors after the Feds, there may be a path out.

But the clock is ticking. I hope things hold together long enough for the Golden Age of Commercial Space Travel to really get cranking but I have my doubts. It’s a pity — there is wealth enough up there to even prop up the bloated monstrosity headquartered in the District of Columbia; but do you want that? Perhaps the best we can hope for is that it falls slowly.

It’s sad. I never thought things would take this sort of a turn, not in this country; but we are within a few years of internal passports (if I don’t hurry up and get a passport so I can get a RealID driver’s license, I won’t even be able to travel far), government is getting back into the business of tellin’ businesses what to do (after FDR and Nixon’s efforts mostly landed in the toxic waste dump of history reeking quietly as a warning) the wheels keep spinning and spinning as the country sinks into the mud while grinning politicians call it “progress.”

Gah! A pox on ’em all!
* Interchangeable, if you don’t mind repainting.

>Another Blogger Blooms

27 Apr

>SF writer, libertarian anarchist, freelance curmudgeon and all around individualist Carl Bussjaeger has a real blog now!

His website was always a bit bloggish but it was hand-carved and not quite so easy to update — so I’m hoping this means we’ll be hearing more from him.

Plus, he now has control of his books, available at Amazon, and has cut the prices!

>Stumbling Over Diamonds

26 Apr

>I was sitting here, munching on breakfast and looking at Sitemeter, when I followed a an incoming link that led me, in a roundabout way, here. From there, I landed at Antitango’s place and from there — well, from there to the single best gun-forum thread I’ve ever seen: O. A. Bierkle’s 1917.

An amazing connection opens the door to a human-level glimpse of history about an outstanding man.

You wanna know what this-here Innernet is good for? There it is.


25 Apr

>Soooo…. I figured the Brew Pub would be open; I mean, how could they not…?

Pretty easily, as it turned out. But no matter; intrepid scouts quickly located those few places that were open (Brugge among them) and ’twas determined that Canal Bistro, right next to the turtle-threatening sculpture, would be our spot.

And a good thing it was; there’s nothing like saganaki, battered and deep-fried calimari, gyros, lamburgers (!) and/or a good Greek salad to pep up a chilly, rainy day — nothing, that is, except good company: …Not my day for photography. But clockwise from lower left, we have Brigid, The Jack, Joanna, Old Grouch, Dave (Scout 26 of The Cancer Ward — his very first Indy BlogMeet), Nathan, an empty seat (cos that’s mine) and Tamara K!

The food was great and there was even a little excitement outside, but that I will have to let others tell and/or leave for another time, as I’m back to the eye-doctor, to see if they’ll maybe sell me some contacts.

Should I admit to seeing things like this? I’d always wondered where they came from….