November 14, 2018
And so, the question comes down to simplicity itself. Is there a universal, perhaps better described by a term that drives modern American Liberals into mindless rage,” a gift from beyond the stars” or, for those less eloquent, “natural law”, right for anyone anywhere in the world to be allowed entry into this country? And are we, enshrouded by this right, obliged to accept, feed, clothe, nourish, nurture, provide premium cable, and surcease from the heartbreak of psoriasis to one, to all?
Walls work. Ask the Chinese. Ask Hadrian. Ask the East Berliners. Ask the Israelis. Ask the Hungarians Ask the people living in Westin where the fire house is walled.
Reductio ad absurdum depends on whose Gore is being oxed, right?
Trump, il magnifico to his goombahs, said that the Frogs were starting to learn German before the Americans got there. [It is perhaps apocryphal but Pershing is supposed to have said “Lafayette, we are here” when he landed in 1917. I hope he did because it would put paid on the bill from our Revolution. Speaking of which, Burke’s comments on the French version are still valid. We had Madison and Jefferson; they had Robespierre and Madame De Farge. “That rice is cooked.”] I am not into “painting the lily” but Trump should have said “twice”. My son Sean called me from Paris on Bastille Day, 1982. He told me that he thought everyone could speak English but nobody wanted to. “Ask them what language they were speaking on D-Day” was my typically ugly American reply. The last time those “cheese eating surrender monkeys” won a war was when they gave a Texas-sized ass whupping to the raping, looting, pillaging radical Islamic terrorists at Tours 13 friggin” centuries ago. And if it weren’t for the Irish – check the names on the labels – Bordeaux would be producing Riunite, French Fries, and Boone’s Farm, maybe $2 buck Chuck.
Angela Merkle wants a “real, true European army”. Be sure you have plenty of film in the camera when German kameradan salute a Polish officer. Tell the Basque Rangers that the Russians are really Spaniards and they’ll fight like Spartans. I think it will still be best to keep Serbs and the Croatians in different regiments. Special duty for the stout Flems, the mighty Walloons, and the stern Montenegrians? Every body in Europe wanted NATO for 3 reasons 70 years ago: Get the Americans in, Keep the Russians out, Keep the Germans down. The worry, the threat, is not so much from the Russians, as their country is in decline, but rather from the radical Muslim terrorists – Did I just repeat myself? – all of whom were invited in like Charley Brown telling Lucy that he will hold the ball for her to kick. They will breed themselves into a majority and then they will make the Inquisition look like a day at the beach. Thus, we may live to see the end of History.
T. Woodrow Wilson sent 75,000 troops to guard the border after Pancho Villa invaded the United States. One of the marks of a sovereign country is the ability, the strength, and the resolve to secures its borders. For the same reason that I buy fire insurance, not because my house will burn down, but rather because I think it may burn down, so must it secure my borders. A brief digression – “Breathes there a man with soul so dead who never to himself has said, ‘This is my own, my native land’,,,” Some A-10s ready to hose down the mob trying to climb the wall, a picket line of Bradley fighting vehicles to pick off any stragglers and the lessons of the Pullman Strike are taught as often as necessary for them to be relearned. President Cleveland sent in the Army to break the Pullman Strike. When he read the telegraph telling him that there were casualties he wired back instructing to make sure that you killed enough. Article 4, Section 4 of our Constitution gives the President black letter law instructions on what to do.
I have been writing about Amy’s great uncle Corporal Leonard Putnam, a 42 year old piano salesman form Jersey City who was killed on Okinawa – his Presidential citation reads “in the Pacific area” – on May 25, 1945. He and his wife, Milly, had no children. As long as I write about him he will be remembered. I now mention Lt. William Sauer, USMC, a Marine aviator, who was killed in January, 1967. The day he died in his F-4 Phantom he was accepted into astronaut training. He was graduated from Seton Hall Prep in 1961 and from Seton Hall University in 1965. He was both a friend and a fraternity brother.
“He shall not grow old, as we that are left grow old:
Age shall not weary him, nor the years condemn.
At the going down of the sun and in the morning
We will remember him.”
“By destroying traditional social habits of the people,
by dissolving their collective consciousness into
individual constituents, by licensing the opinions of
the most foolish, by substituting instruction for education,
by encouraging cleverness rather than wisdom, the upstart
rather than the qualified….liberalism can prepare the way
for that which is its own negation: the artificial, mechanized or
brutalized control which is a desperate remedy for its
chaos.”
The Idea of a Christian Society
T.S. Eliot
Varsity letter winner at Harvard
The only American buried in Poets’ Corner
I fracked my first oil well in 1974 about 175 miles south of Houston. It was in Duval County, the place where LBJ got the well-deserved sobriquet of “Landslide Lyndon”. It was the place where the plans for the DC Vietnam Wall, the one with all those names of dead GIs, were hatched. Fracking has been around since 1947. Its first commercial use was in 1951. You run a pipe down to a “tight” formation, usually shale, and then you inject sand, dirt, flame, chemicals acid – Around the same time an American oil company contemplated exploding a nuclear device – anything to “fracture” the formation and release the trapped hydrocarbons. For a variety of reasons – Reagan decontrolling the price of oil, 2 oil guys named Mitchell and Hamm, slant drilling, Obama’s hostility to 21st
century technology on Federal lands, et al – the United States went from sucking hind tit to being top dog in the energy exporting business. Sorry about that Iran, Russia, and Venezuela. It is owed to the ledger to say that quite a few guys decided to go where no one had ever gone before and bet stacks of Black chips to see what was below the Austin Chalk, the Bakken, the Marcellus both the Eastern and the Western Overthrust, and my favorite, the Permian. When it comes in you don’t win short money. One of the toughest tickets to score is the Petroleum Club in Houston on February 29, every leap year. The Rolex Presidential, be it gold or platinum, can account for 1560 days but not for 1561. Thus, the movers and the shakers, the guys who see what’s over the next hill, gather to set their watches. And that’s what makes the dog hunt in the oil patch. In fact, that’s what make the dog hunt all over. As my Uncle Adam once said, “Look not to the beneficence of the innkeeper if you seek a meal and a night’s lodging but rather look to his rational self-interest to secure both.”
“He was born with the gift of laughter and a sense that the world was mad.”
Kevin Smith
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