Mr. President, Keep it Closed

Well, something happened last night, either my IT guy got it figured out, or the Windows 10 update did some good, or a miracle. My money’s on my IT guys – but this seems to be working again. Yay! 😂

Which of course means I have nothing prepared, Oh well.

I ran across this the other day, and it sums it up very well, from Dov Discher at The American Spectator.

Go back to Genesis 39, the story of Joseph, Potiphar, and the seductive wife of Potiphar whom Joseph spurns for fear of G-d. (If you are biblically illiterate, you also can find it towards the end of the first half of Andrew Lloyd Weber’s “Joseph and the Amazing Technicolor Dreamcoat.”) In no time, the woman accuses Joseph of attempted rape. Why, then, is he not executed? Really, why did the Pharaoh not execute a man accused of attempting to rape the wife of a top national officer? Henry VIII chopped off such people’s heads faster than a Food Network host preparing a salad of cabbage and lettuce. Why was Joseph “only” sent to prison? Because no one believed the wife. They knew what she was made of. But they had to impose something punitive on Joseph, the imported Hebrew slave, to enable the high-ranking Potiphar politically to save face.

That’s the Bible. But in the United States circa 2018, a Perjury Blasey Ford not only becomes a national hero, but also is followed by a long line of #MeTooPhonyRapeAccusers. By now, a few of them even have admitted point-blank that they lied to the Senate under oath. Others have faded into the background. It is to the everlasting shame of Sen. Chuck Grassley and his Republican-majority Senate Judiciary Committee that the perjurers all will get away scot-free without a day in jail or even a $5 fine. But that is the state of America today. The lying and perjury is even worse on college campuses, and the pointless federal Department of Education existed under Obama to empower Potiphar Wives and Columbia-Barnard mattress girls.

So it goes throughout so much of the federal Government. We do need the military to protect us from threats overseas. We need an agency to collect tax, if tax we must pay. We need airport security on the ground (like TSA) and in the sky (like air traffic controllers). We need the post office. We need honest federal judges and courts and the staff that enable them to administer justice. But we do not need a great many of the agencies, departments, nor a great many of the 800,000 meanwhile-furloughed government workers. We have to pay their salaries; that money does not come from trees. We work hard for our families, earning what living we can. When we bring home our pay, we are not looking for business partners in Washington to share any percent of it in return for their drafting a new federal regulation or typing it or filing it or rewriting it. No one minds paying salaries of the fraction of federal workers who provide truly important services. However, for a large number of them, if they lose their government jobs and end up doing what my wife, my kids, my siblings, their spouses, my parents, my grandparents, my nieces, my nephews, my neighbors, my friends, my professional colleagues, and my enemies all have done — and work in the private sector — we all will be the better for it. In time, even hundreds of thousands of those 800,000 also will appreciate why a Government shut-down is a delight.

Yep, maybe we should simply consider that 25% of the government closed – would anyone notice? Sounds good to me, but I’m a simple man, and people in Washington like to complicate things, usually to cover their ass in case some simple guy with common sense asked sensible questions. Doc ends with this, and we need to make it so.

Every time a police officer or a fire chief or a Kate Steinle spending a happy weeknight with her Dad at the amusement park or local pier gets shot to death by an illegal alien, the tally will ratchet higher. Every opioid death. Every case of human trafficking. The voters in the middle in the swing states will decide, as they always do. If that is what the voters want, then so be it. If not, then the Wall will come.

Yup, it will.


Send in the clowns

Well my network is not behaving well yet today, but this is excellent, from The American Spectator.

Ok, I give up on copying on here so follow the link and enjoy. Come back and tell me what you think.


Sometimes the Good Die Young

It’s funny how our lives develop. When I was in sixth grade, dad asked me out of the blue, whether I wanted to continue in the township school I was attending, or switch to the new consolidated one, next door. He didn’t attempt to influence my decision in any way, although he did mention that they were going to have a football team. 🙂

Well, if you looked at me, even then, it was pretty obvious that basketball wasn’t my sport, but football might well be. That’s what I saw in the mirror as well. It was a pretty easy choice, really, and academics did enter into it, new chem labs, and all new stuff in the shop (that I would only manage to find 6 weeks for in high school).

But football was important too. The striving to be the best, the physical conditioning, and especially the teamwork Intermural sports are probably one of the best features of American education.

Then that fall, dad came home on Friday with three tickets to a Purdue Game. Then, as now, Purdue was kind of a spotty team. Any given day, they could beat the best in the nation, but you could be pretty sure this was not that day. Len Dawson was long since graduated and Bob Griese was a few years in the future. (Yep, I saw him play four times in college).

And that is how I became a Purdue fan and has a fair amount to do with how I became a Purdue Alumni, as well. My grades weren’t bad, and a fair number of people said I was smarter than the grades indicated. That’s certainly possible, high school bored me silly. So I did the sensible thing, I applied to the school my sisters attended, Valparaiso University, the one my brother in law attended, Purdue, and another local school, Notre Dame.

Rather a bit like kicking the can down the road, all accepted me. Purdue won, not least because it was affordable, being the Indiana Land Grant college. My BIL, a Purdue civil engineer, said I could do the work of an engineer, but would never make it through school. Truer words were never spoken. I didn’t, and I’ve done the work for 40 years.

Probably a lot of stories much like this, about Purdue, and other Universities, all over the world. I’m nothing special, after all. But some are.

If you watch college football, you likely saw the Purdue – Ohio State game last fall, where Purdue ran all over the number 2 team in the country. If so you heard something new. Purdue base chant for more or less ever has been “IU Sucks” always appropriate given our feelings for that place down south. It wasn’t heard that night though, it had changed to “Cancer Sucks”. All due to one man.

That man was Tyler Trent, he was a twenty-year-old sophomore, who had to withdraw from his beloved Purdue, and died shortly after Purdue’s bowl game.

Hammer and Rails says it this way:

Coach Brohm also stopped by that evening, and even though Tyler was in the middle of his second cancer fight, his story took off from there. In 15 months he would participate in the Iowa Wave, work for the Exponent covering Purdue’s NCAA Tournament run, continue his fight against cancer, and inspire a nation. When Purdue stunned Ohio State in October it was Tyler’s night. He nearly did not make it to that game, but I am convinced that the energy of that night lifted him these last two and a half months. It sustained him past what his doctors thought. Unfortunately, cancer sucks. Hard. Tyler fought, but now his fight is over.

In the last 15 months the nation has gotten to know Tyler. What amazed me throughout was that it was never about his own fight. When Tyler would tweet it would rarely be about his condition. He only gave updates when they were major, like when he was forced to withdraw from school. Instead, he wrote about about what he could do for others. Here was a young man that knew his time was limited, but he spent every second doing what he could for others. He inspired others. He encouraged others. He strengthened them. His upcoming book is about pulling off an upset of cancer even though it will not physically benefit him. He spoke of how he was encouraged that samples of his tumor might lead to a cure someday, ignoring that meant there was no cure yet for him.

I was always in awe of his humility and his desire to serve.

Mark 10:45 says: “For even the Son of Man did not come to be served, but to serve, and to give his life as a ransom for many.” This is the example we are called to follow, and Tyler knew what it meant to serve. Even though his body was failing him, his final tweet from two days ago was about that service:

He’s entirely correct, and it says much about the Big 10 that after the ESPN Interview, at the Ohio State Game, all year both sides joined in the chant: “Cancer Sucks” It does, and its not often that the President of one of the great American Universities takes time to remember a sophomore who has died. But Mitch Daniels did

And so he’s gone, but we of Purdue, and many others will always remember him, and try to emulate him, for I suspect that this is a lesson that John Purdue would teach us as well.

The funeral service will be held on Tuesday, Jan. 8 at 6 p.m. at College Park Church in Indianapolis. It will be live-streamed here.

#Tyler Strong, indeed, and Rest in Peace for your mission here is done.

Spreading the Fire

On December 11. Candace Owens and Charlie Kirk spoke to a group at the RAC Club in London about the formation of Turning Point UK. It is interesting, and heartwarming to see the interest of the cousins across the water in their message, of freedom.

We have been called “the last, best hope of mankind” for years now. What is contained in that phrase is that we are the keeping of the flame, in that city on a hill that we remember so well. Watch and enjoy, and carry the message far and wide.

This is how the fire will spread. John Kennedy said it well

  We dare not forget today that we are the heirs of that first revolution. Let the word go forth from this time and place, to friend and foe alike, that the torch has been passed to a new generation of Americans—born in this century, tempered by war, disciplined by a hard and bitter peace, proud of our ancient heritage—and unwilling to witness or permit the slow undoing of those human rights to which this Nation has always been committed, and to which we are committed today at home and around the world.

Let every nation know, whether it wishes us well or ill, that we shall pay any price, bear any burden, meet any hardship, support any friend, oppose any foe, in order to assure the survival and the success of liberty.

And who later that day also said:

  Now the trumpet summons us again—not as a call to bear arms, though arms we need; not as a call to battle, though embattled we are—but a call to bear the burden of a long twilight struggle, year in and year out, “rejoicing in hope, patient in tribulation”—a struggle against the common enemies of man: tyranny, poverty, disease, and war itself.  Can we forge against these enemies a grand and global alliance, North and South, East and West, that can assure a more fruitful life for all mankind? Will you join in that historic effort?

  In the long history of the world, only a few generations have been granted the role of defending freedom in its hour of maximum danger. I do not shrink from this responsibility—I welcome it. I do not believe that any of us would exchange places with any other people or any other generation. The energy, the faith, the devotion which we bring to this endeavor will light our country and all who serve it—and the glow from that fire can truly light the world.

We truly are the Revolutionaries, for we have maintained our freedom, we have kept the fire burning, and it may well again spread like a California wildfire. Remember when we won our freedom, a direct consequence was the French Revolution and the freeing of South America, and we continue to lead the world, even in freedom’s ancestral home, from which she has been increasingly driven.

But as long as America stands, the dream lives.

And thrice in a hundred years, America and Britain have together rescued Europe and the world from the dark night of tyranny. Now it is a new century, but the old enemy remains, as he always will.

The Bonhomme Richard

The British report they may have found the remains of the Bonhomme Richard, John Paul Jone’s flagship when he fought the Serapis, off Flamborough Head on the east coast of England.

This, of course, is the battle (and a hard-fought one) where he gave the Continental Navy, and all Americans down to this day, an ideal to live up to with his reply as to whether he had surrendered after his colors were shot away. He said.

“I have not yet begun to fight.”

Thus are traditions formed. From J. L. Bell of Boston 1775.

Last week the British press reported that marine archeologists announced the discovery of the wreck of the Bonhomme Richard, the French-built Continental Navy warship commanded by John Paul Jones during his most celebrated battle.

The Yorkshire Post reported:

Mystery has for decades surrounded the exact location of the wreck. It went down in flames during the American Revolutionary war, at the bloody Battle of Flamborough Head in 1779, in which Jones led a makeshift flotilla of French ships into the North Sea, harassing commercial shipping as far as Bridlington.In a deadly skirmish in which both sides claimed victory, Jones – who had fled his native Scotland to become one of the first commanders in the rebel service – took over the 50-gun British frigate HMS Serapis, and went to America a hero.

And where did Jones’s foundering flagship end up? The Post said:

Previously believed to be some six miles out to sea, explorers now say the site is walkable from the beach and visible from the cliffs above. . . .“You can walk out on to the wreck from the shore. You can literally go to the beach and look in the water and see where it is. And you can go on the cliffs and look down on it and see the shadow’s outline. . . . It’s not where everyone thought it was going to be. We have made a brand spanking new determination of where the wreck is actually located.”

It should be noted that Bell reminds us:

Another wrinkle to this story is that U.S. government would claim the wreckage, as it does any U.S. naval ship anywhere in the world. Back in 1779, of course, the British government didn’t recognize the U.S. of A. or its laws. But that was what all the fighting was about, wasn’t it?

So we’ll see, if it is, and if it becomes an attraction. It surely is a storied battle.

Sovereign Brexit and Scare Stories

I don’t know about you, but I’m tired of outlandish scare stories, whether offered by US government officials trying to foment a coup against the President, or in this case, Britons who are afraid of the big bad world and seek to shelter behind ‘Druncker’ Junker. I can see why the permanent government that we often call the deep state dislike President Trump, it is understandable, but the government is not sovereign in America, the people are, and the people have spoken.

It is less understandable why the world’s paramount trading nation would wish to cower behind the protectionist EU. Britain is the nation that pioneered free trade and thereby created the world we inhabit. The only things I can see is that it is very easy to get quite rich, personally, with Brussel’s favor, and also very easy to be responsible for nothing, simply blaming the EU for everything.

In any case, the other day, Brexit Central published an open letter from a British businessman to the Prime Minister. It is the kind of cool and aloof common sense we have a right to expect, and that the cousins are getting far too little of. It is quite long, but every word is necessary, so read it, especially if you are British (it’s only a bit less relevant for the rest of Europe, I think). And its an excellent reminder for Americans as well, about how important trade is.

Dear Prime Minister,

I have watched with a sense of appalled inevitability your recent unsuccessful visit to Brussels, characterised as it was by a lack of ideas, an absence of combativeness and a reckless and relentless desire to cling on to every rotten element of the vassal state deal that you and your small Remainer clique of advisers in Downing Street have concocted with the EU. Harsh words? Perhaps, but they are words that are endorsed – sometimes in more polite phrases, sometimes in less polite phrases – by the vast majority in our country and even of our Parliament.

Why are you so recklessly clinging to every suspect element of this ‘Brexit in name only’ deal? Many believe the problem all began with your still-secret promises made to Nissan, the car manufacturer in Sunderland, shortly after you took power in 2016. You have never published those promises. Many of us guess that it was partly as a result of those promises that in your talks with the EU you then gave away – whether in ignorance or because you never truly meant to leave the Customs Union – every possible negotiating element that would allow the United Kingdom to pursue its own independent economic and trade policies. Was that so? Can you not come clean with the electorate and tell us what those Nissan promises were, how much they are now constraining you and how much your desire to cling to your secret agreement with one company, Nissan, has led you to all this foolishness? Because if that is the case, then the honourable thing for you to do would be to resign and let someone else – someone not burdened by that promise – create a way forward for our country that is not shackled by that apparently all-constraining Nissan cursed promise.

If there was no such promise, then I am puzzled by your insistence that a WTO-terms deal – what is most truthfully termed a ‘Sovereign Brexit’, the thing that 17.4 million people actually voted for – must be ruled out by you. Your Remainer friends who dominate the media have managed to spin non-facts into a general belief that a Sovereign Deal would be catastrophic. Your grid in Downing Street has, month after month, delivered to a credulous press and public a remorseless stream of doom-laden statements by those rent-seeking members of the business community on whom you have chosen to rely to spin your message. Yet neither you, nor the spinners, nor your business allies, actually ever credibly articulated what the specific negatives of such a deal would be (the contemptible catastrophe forecasts by your discredited Treasury modellers, and by your apparently politically motivated Governor of the Bank of England, are no longer believed by anyone – as I am sure you must know).

Keep reading at A plea to the PM from a Leave-supporting businessperson: Stop the scare stories and embrace a Sovereign Brexit

There’s little for me to add to this, except to lament that this person is not 1) and American businessperson or 2) in charge of Brexit. With their clarity of insight they would have been out a year ago, and making a ton of money for Britain, instead, they are lions led by donkeys weasels.

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