(Written for a friend 😉)
The saying has a folksy, feisty vibe, some might say a particularly American vibe, so, if we could get it to catch on, the Left of course would deplore it. Yet the first time I ever heard it was (wait for it!) on NPR, maybe ten years ago. The interviewee was pointing out the pretty much inarguable fact the the solution to the problems of everybody in the world cannot be to come here; people will have to bloom where they’re planted. Even back then, the interviewer didn’t like it, but the best she could muster was a noncommittal grunt.... [Read More]
American Thinker is a part of my daily life, for good reason. Steve McCann has an interesting life story and can see inside the chicanery that substitutes for our commonweal.
In these times of frenzy, whimsey and complete lack of serious thought by our betters, a serious person who takes responsibility and soldiers on despite regret for being so stupid in such an age, must decompress now and then.
The Red Headed Irish Wisecracker and I paid a visit to the northern grandchildren last weekend, and decided to do a minimum vacation on the drive home. We drove the circuit at Mount Rainer National Park , stayed at a friendly motel off the interstate and then paid a long overdue visit to Mount Saint Helens.... [Read More]
We need to explore this issue.
First off, I love Italy and Italians. I speak a bit of their language, visited a lot of Italy, I have many Italian American friends, and thousands of hours of experience with the ‘race’ having lived years in South Philly.... [Read More]
OK, What Is It?
PLEASE, Don’t blurt out the answer if you know, a few of you may know. I’ve had this for a long time and used it a few times. It’s made in the good old USA and I strongly doubt that they are still being made.... [Read More]
Note: Ratburger friends, I will have to post pictures soon.
Summer in Northwest Montana goes by in a blur. One breezy, sparkling day, a season I call “late spring” emerges out of the weeks of rain, mud, fog, and false starts. I’m ogling the blossomy landscaping at our McDonald’s drive-through and thinking that this must be the prettiest corner of the prettiest region in the US. We’ve arrived, and I vow to hold on to each day so that the months don’t flip by quite so quickly. But then after just a couple family visits, an out-of-town trip, several smoky days we hope will go away, and some weeks of tourist-packed traffic, we’re suddenly back to new teacher training at my job. And then I see the back-to-school supplies at WalMart. And finally—the death knell for summer—come the first crimson leaves that signal we’re about to enter that other season, that one that is unpredictably glorious, and we hope long, but always the gateway into weeks of bleak indoor weather.... [Read More]
i admit to having money in the stock market. And in the last few days all I can say is: uh-oh.
I mean, I expect the market to fluctuate, and it’s so high now,afew hundred points lost are….well,we don’t consider stepping onto the ledge.... [Read More]
Angelo is once again publishing smart ideas about our cultural war and its likelihood of turning hot.
In his essay from 1960 entitled Why I Am Not a Conservative, Friedrich Hayek wrote
…by its very nature it [conservatism] cannot offer an alternative to the direction in which we are moving. It may succeed by its resistance to current tendencies in slowing down undesirable developments, but, since it does not indicate another direction, it cannot prevent their continuance. It has, for this reason, invariably been the fate of conservatism to be dragged along a path not of its own choosing. The tug of war between conservatives and progressives can only affect the speed, not the direction, of contemporary developments.
…conservatives have been guided by the belief that the truth must lie somewhere between the extremes with the result that they have shifted their position every time a more extreme movement appeared on either wing.... [Read More]
Jack Carr, a former U.S. Navy SEAL, burst into the world of thriller authors with 2018’s stunning success, The Terminal List. In it, he introduced James Reece, a SEAL whose team was destroyed by a conspiracy reaching into the highest levels of the U.S. government and, afflicted with a brain tumour by a drug tested on him and his team without their knowledge or consent, which he expected to kill him, set out for revenge upon those responsible. As that novel concluded, Reece, a hunted man, took to the sea in a sailboat, fully expecting to die before he reached whatever destination he might choose.
This sequel begins right where the last book ended. James Reece is aboard the forty-eight foot sailboat Bitter Harvest braving the rough November seas of the North Atlantic and musing that as a Lieutenant Commander in the U.S. Navy he knew very little about sailing a boat in the open ocean. With supplies adequate to go almost anywhere he desires, and not necessarily expecting to live until his next landfall anyway, he decides on an ambitious voyage to see an old friend far from the reach of the U.S. government.... [Read More]