Saturday, December 16, 2006

Lest we forget

Today is the anniversary the beginning of one of the bloodiest battles of World War II--The Battle of the Bulge. Over 160,000 casualties were incurred on both sides. Fought during some of the worst weather of one of the worst European winters in decades, our troops. either weary from battle or new and untried, fought the Nazis to a standstill, then threw them back. Some historians say this battle may have shorted the war by months, as the Nazis used their last remaining supplies in a last ditch effort to turn the tide.

There is a certain movie of the same name I believe I will watch tonight, after all is done and the house is quiet.

Thursday, December 14, 2006

Picture? I don't see any picture.

OK, not all cops are bad. Stipulated.

However, enough are that we always need bear in mind that it happens. In that spirit, Claire Wolfe has a very interesting picture in this post, with a link to a Radley Balko post on his blog, The Agitator. Be sure to read the whole post; it's quite interesting.

Now here's the interesting part. Claire actually posts the picture. Radley doesn't, I'd guess copyright reasons. He does link to it, however, the link is broken--"Image not available." Hm-m-m. I go to the web site for the 61st College Photographer of the Year, and guess what? No photo. It's been removed "at request of photographer".

The photo was taken of a small incident during a Durham drug raid. Justin Cook, the photog, is from Chapel Hill.

Now check this map to see if you get the picture.

Are you thinking what I'm thinking?

Monday, December 11, 2006

Speaking of political correctness

In researching the piece below, I ran across this:

The 10 least politically correct movies ever

I own 6 of them. How many do you own?

A modest proposal

(With apologies to Jonathan Swift.)

I've often said I do my best thinking in the shower. (Sorry for that visual, those of who who know me in the real world.) Something occurred to me to day, and I think I may be onto something with it.

Political Correctness has out of control. Don't believe me? Here's just a couple of headlines from the last few days:
I'll spare you a long list; I know of you have blood pressure problems.

The question is "How do we fight political correctness?" I say fight fire with fire. For my example, I'm going to use the names of sports teams.

For the last several years, we've seen an increasing number of teams taking fire for the names of their mascots, and many of them changing their mascots to something more acceptable to the PC crowd. Many teams with names referencing anything Indian, er, Native American, have changed their names, and the Washington Redskins pretty much fight a yearly battle to stay the Redskins. Other mascots who happened to have firearm handy have been disarmed, and God help you if you're team was "The Rebels".

Now here's how I see this working. We have a mythical high school football team here, the Silver Valley Indians. Ack, can't have that, since it's disparaging to the Native Americans who once lived in harmony with nature in this area before the E-e-e-vil White Europeans arrived and took their land from them. Let's instead honor the area's historic connection with silver mining, and call them the miners.

Oh, not so fast here. This area was settled by the Scots-Irish, and by dingy they labored in those mines, working 18 hours days and dying in mine accidents so that some rich so-and-so could get richer. You're not going to denigrate (opps, can't use that word) belittle the contribution of my ancestors just because they had the misfortune to be poor!

OK, we'll call then the Silver Valley Deer. After all, we have a lot of deer around here, and since deer are fast and agile runners, what better mascot for a football team. Right?

No you won't! I will not stand for anyone taking advantage of helpless animals, even to the point of stealing their name to apply it to a barbaric sport like football. Deer are gentle and pastoral creatures, who would be just fine if we would all stop hunting them and driving our cars in places where they still run free, free like the wind!

Alright, let's just call them the Silver Valley Alphas, after the first letter in the Greek alphabet. I don't think so, sparky. Calling the the Alphas is simply a not-so-subtle putdown of the teams that are further down the Greek alphabet, and it will harm their self esteem in ways we can't yet comprehend Besides, who says we should use the Greek alphabet anyway? What about the Zulu alphabet, or the Mayan, or the Easter Islanders so that we can honor their contributions to alphabets world-wide?

Getting my drift? Once you start being politically correct, there's no end to it. The more you try to stay PC, the harder it becomes, until your belief system wraps you up and smothers you in indecision, lest you offend someone, somewhere.

Let's use their own belief system, and choke them to death on it. Every time someone tries to go all PC on you, one-up them. Tie them up with their own BS and beat them senseless with it.

And of course, since we'll be hypocrites in doing so, we get to be the ultimate in non-PC while doing it. Bonus Points!


Or as they say, "Once more with feeling!"

The Bulldogs won 13-7 over an excellent opponent, James Kenan High School, at Kenan Stadium at UNC-Chapel Hill on Saturday. This game was a defensive battle, as opposed to the Dogs entire season, which was a series of offensive blowouts.

These young men showed a lot of maturity in this win. While playing excellent defense, on offense they committed a number of costly mistakes, resulting in a high amount of penalty yardage. Still, they were able to overcome these errors and bring home their third 1AA football championship in a row.

Next year won't be so easy, as the team will lose 16 seniors to graduation, including our best back and half back. I guess we'll get to see how our JV "grows up".

The Family Freeholder indulged in a post-game celebratory dinner at the Ramshead Rathskeller, a Chapel Hill fixture. If you ever get there, be sure to try a "Gambler", either a single or a double. Food to die for.

Go Bulldogs!