Friday, August 05, 2005

Going, going, gone

Back to Camp Freehold for the weekend. Ya'll take care 'a th' place while I'm gone, 'K?

Is your pantry DEA approved?

Some Georgia storeowners have run afoul of our Drug Warriors (you'll need BugMeNot). They're guilty of selling items such as kitty litter, Sudafed, antifreeze, aluminum foil, charcoal and coffee filters to a police undercover agent working a sting.

You know, I'm probably screwed. In 5 minutes time, I could get all this together in a pile at my house.

Kitty litter? I've got 4 cats--I go through 15 pounds of it a week. I have 60 pounds in the building right now, and I usually keep 80. Sudafed? I used to buy it in 100 count bottles before my sinus surgery, and we still keep it around the house, although in smaller amounts these days. Antifreeze? Well hell, I do own two vehicles that use it.

How about aluminum foil? Well, I have that 1000' roll that I salvaged 3 years ago from a failed business that I'm still trying to use up. Charcoal? Walmart had Kingsford on sale for something like $8 for 40 pounds. I stocked up. Coffee filters? Part of the survival preps--you use them to filter out the big chunks before you run it through your Big Berky.

I just hope I don't have any fender washers or pipe that's the wrong size, or ATF will get in on the action too.

Anarcho-tyranny is alive, well and livin' large. God rest the Republic.

What's old is new again

Once again, Fred Reed is at his politically incorrect best. The target of his current column is community based policing. A few quotes:

An advantage, or disadvantage, of having been in the news racket too long is that you see the same nostrums proposed again and again.

The police are terrible at hearts-and-minds just as soldiers are, and for the same reasons: They are incorrigibly authoritarian, clean-cut blue-collar believers in personal responsibility and self-discipline who find themselves shepherding anarchistic, often ethnically disparate people who donÂ’t care about anything the cops believe.


A common phrase among the police is, "I'’m going home tonight." They will humiliate a citizen before they will take a round in the head.

Fred's thesis is that our police are seen, by certain segments of the population, as an occupying army. This is because these segments are so far removed from what we think of as "mainstream America" that they may as well be residing in some Third World Hell-Hole. And as is our experience when we send the military into TWHHs, the police are first welcomed, then feared, then resented, then attacked. (See, unfortunately, The Dominican Republic, Vietnam, Haiti, Lebanon and Iraq. Each exhibits some level of this phenomena.)

I've only been to one really large city, but I can see this same dynamic at work in the smaller cities and towns where I have visited and lived. It fits in nicely with the observations of many that the great American melting pot has disappeared and that our "multi-cultural society" is now breeding a nightmare scenario of takeover by disaffected minorities. We can see this well under way in France, Holland, Sweden and several other European nations today.

It also explains the continuing "police horror stories" such as the LA toddler shot in the head by a SWAT team, and this story about Indshopkeeperseprs in Georgia who have been charged with selling products to meth cookers (you'll need BugMeNot). The first is "I'm going home tonight" writ large, the second is a failure of the melting pot to introduce these people to our American culture (although it also has overtones of anarcho-tyranny).

Additionally, the price of the failed policies of our homegrown wanna-be Socialists are starting to add up. Fred notes, "The baby carriages hold the fourth consecutive generation on welfare." That fourth generation will grow up in those TWHHs that we're allowing to grow right here in River City.

I suspect we're seeing the beginning of a societal breakdown of epic proportions. If the situation doesn't change, we will likely need all the beans and bullets we can stock up on.

Almost Heaven

(Via The Countertop Chronicles)

Peggy Noonan, speech writer for Presidents, has happened across the state of West Virginia during her summer travels. As with most newcomers, she's entranced.

As the son of a pair of West Virginia refugees, I can understand. I spent my summers (until I was 16 and went to work) in God's Country, and the best summer of my life was one of those summers. My Dad, at 81, who has lived in North Carolina over 30 years, still thinks of West Virginia as "home". There is something about the place....

I still get to go back occasionally, but far too occasionally, and see what remains of the family. They still live in the small towns that are the heart and soul of the state. They'll live out their lives there, and contently be buried there--at home.

There's a lot to be said for that attitude.

Wednesday, August 03, 2005

And then it got busy

Sorry about the light week. I've been busy with some personal stuff. It wasn't supposed to be like that this week....

Hopefully tomorrow gets back to normal, and I'll bring you up to speed on my concealed carry class. In the meantime, here's something cool to surf.

Monday, August 01, 2005

Sauce for the goose

It seems that Helen Thomas is a bit upset that her "kill herself" comment was made public.

Reporter Albert Eisele notes "...that reporters aren't that happy when the tables are turned. "Nobody has thinner skin than reporters."