Day by Day Cartoon by Chris Muir

Showing posts with label history. Show all posts
Showing posts with label history. Show all posts

Monday, February 2, 2015

Worth reading

If you don't know L Neil Smith's work, you have missed a great true Libertarian.

Americans Have Obeyed Their Last Gun Law
The Bill of Rights was the make-or-break condition that allowed the Constitution to be ratified. No Bill of Rights, no Constitution. And since all political authority in America "trickles down" from the Constitution, no Constitution no government. And, since the Bill of Rights was passed as a unit, a single breach, in any one of the ten articles, breaches them all and with them, the entire Constitution. Every last bit of the authority that derives from it becomes null and void.
Let's review:
No Second Amendment, no Bill of Rights.
No Bill of Rights, no Constitution.
No Constitution, no government.
Once again, to make sure that the dumbest lawyer in the room gets it:
No Second Amendment, no Bill of Rights.
No Bill of Rights, no Constitution.
No Constitution, no government.
Why a so-called law professor can't figure this out is beyond me. No doubt, in part, her mind has been damaged by years of law school, No doubt she regards the Bill of Bights as an obstruction to an agenda that she feels more loyalty to than she does to the Constitution, that of converting a nation of free and independent individuals into an ant-farm, Recall that the head of the most violent, lawless government we've had to suffer under since 1865, also claims to have been a law professor.
Go read the whole thing -  and get some of his books - great reads!
 

Tuesday, September 23, 2014

Injun Summer

It's that time of year again:



INJUN SUMMER
John T. McCutcheon
Chicago Tribune
September 30, 1907



Yep, sonny this is sure enough Injun summer. Don't know what that is, I reckon, do you? Well, that's when all the homesick Injuns come back to play; You know, a long time ago, long afore yer granddaddy was born even, there used to be heaps of Injuns around here—thousands—millions, I reckon, far as that's concerned. Reg'lar sure 'nough Injuns—none o' yer cigar store Injuns, not much. They wuz all around here—right here where you're standin'.
Don't be skeered—hain't none around here now, leastways no live ones. They been gone this many a year.
They all went away and died, so they ain't no more left.
But every year, 'long about now, they all come back, leastways their sperrits do. They're here now. You can see 'em off across the fields. Look real hard. See that kind o' hazy misty look out yonder? Well, them's Injuns—Injun sperrits marchin' along an' dancin' in the sunlight. That's what makes that kind o' haze that's everywhere—it's jest the sperrits of the Injuns all come back. They're all around us now.
See off yonder; see them tepees? They kind o' look like corn shocks from here, but them's Injun tents, sure as you're a foot high. See 'em now? Sure, I knowed you could. Smell that smoky sort o' smell in the air? That's the campfires a-burnin' and their pipes a-goin'.
Lots o' people say it's just leaves burnin', but it ain't. It's the campfires, an' th' Injuns are hoppin' 'round 'em t'beat the old Harry.
You jest come out here tonight when the moon is hangin' over the hill off yonder an' the harvest fields is all swimmin' in the moonlight, an' you can see the Injuns and the tepees jest as plain as kin be. You can, eh? I knowed you would after a little while.
Jever notice how the leaves turn red 'bout this time o' year? That's jest another sign o' redskins. That's when an old Injun sperrit gits tired dancin' an' goes up an' squats on a leaf t'rest. Why I kin hear 'em rustlin' an' whisper in' an' creepin' 'round among the leaves all the time; an' ever' once'n a while a leaf gives way under some fat old Injun ghost and comes floatin' down to the ground. See—here's one now. See how red it is? That's the war paint rubbed off'n an Injun ghost, sure's you're born.
Purty soon all the Injuns'll go marchin' away agin, back to the happy huntin' ground, but next year you'll see 'em troopin' back—th' sky jest hazy with 'em and their campfires smolderin' away jest like they are now.




From his pipe the smoke ascending
Filled the sky with haze and vapor,
Filled the air with dreamy softness,
Gave a twinkle to the water,
Touched the rugged hills with smoothness,
Brought the tender Indian Summer
To the melancholy north-land,
In the dreary Moon of Snow-shoes.
— Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
     Hiawatha 1855





Wednesday, June 18, 2014

The lost, first Air Force One

Presidents had planes, but President Eisenhower had the first Air Force One...



Many of these planes are displayed at Wright-Patterson AFB in Dayton. This one is sitting in the Arizona desert, slowly rotting away.

Thursday, February 27, 2014

How governments turn despotic

From 1946...



Too many of the points made here are evident in today's America.

Sunday, August 18, 2013

A bit of history

1942 U.S. Army Harley.


Original scabbard for a Thompson on the front.
I did some repairs on it for a friend.

Friday, March 29, 2013

A moving story

Go see what Old NFO has found.

Check out the rest of his entries today - lots of interesting history sitting out in the Pacific that we will likely never see otherwise.

Saturday, July 21, 2012

Real fireworks!

I've always thought a modern fireworks display could be performed on the Moon, using 100-MT hydrogen bursts with suitable doping substances to make pretty colors. It wouldn't have to be just gratuitous waste of good nukes, either - they could be used to excavate for those Lunar cities we have been denied so far.

H/t Ace of Spades



Tuesday, December 20, 2011

Monday, November 21, 2011

Musical interlude

The origins of both Muzak and Sirius?






This is the origin of the principle of the tone generator in my old Hammond organ, I guess.

Found at 2D Goggles.  Thanks to Roberta for finding that in the first place.

Correction - not quite the same as the Hammond - http://magneticmusic.ws/mmalternators.PDF