Thursday December 18, 2014
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I have several of these already; but I'd like to get the rest though!
And, some of these, I've never heard of. Looks like a treasure trove.
Thanks for the tips, I'll look them up!
Right, you are. :-)
Thanks, Kim. That was nice.
Yeah, Pat, I love to hear honest to goodness history. And, you're right about the books we read today. It isn't just the history of our locales that grow foggy; but history of everything.
I have some very old 'history' books, dating back to the late 1800's, and what they relate then, has little semblance to that written today. Everything is colored to fit the author’s fancy, or the fancy of the multitudes.
Nor, do they go back to those documents so depended upon by our forefathers. For, example consider the law we are reacting to here. Those people of old relied on incisive books like Blackstone and Plutarch (Who himself lamented the bias in the writings of history, at that time.) Men who saw the truth of things, and laid them down, that others might follow.
Who, outside of a few lawyers, even know what Blackstone wrote and why? The people who are trying to force European legal values on our property would do well to read Blackstone’s “The right of Things”, wherein he delves into property rights in England in the mid 18th century. It is upon his defining such things that caused our founders to mimic much of his views in our Federal Gov’t; and making the right to do as you please with your own property a basic tenet of the Constitution.
So, people today, digesting this modern biased history, economics, city politics and policies, and the supposed guidelines for them to follow, don’t really know the truth. Only the truth as it was described to them, through the colored lenses of the biased teachers. It is the same in schools today. Our colleges are filled with people who intend to teach their pet theories, not the truth. My son is in his 4th year of college, and it is amazing the stuff he tells us is common fare in classrooms today.
Ah, "If only". That says it all.
It's like driving a car, with only the rear view mirror to guide us. And, that view is so blurred and vague that it is near useless. So then, we see these laws proposed, but if we had a clearer picture of the future, we could more readily anticipate how to draft the laws for better impact. And, how can that clearer picture of the future be seen, without clear history to guide us?
How do we make laws that can't be dribbled away by judges bent on ruining them? How can we make them so that sadistic use can't usurp their impact on us?
Thus you see the need for the people to exert the ultimate authority over this runaway government; that breeds further usurpation in local governments, such as the abuse of eminent domain; or in the case of this law, the twisted adoption of codes detrimental to our citizens.
For laws and law makers are imperfect, we don't learn from our past. As a writer said over 2500 years ago "The thing that hath been, it is that which shall be; and that which is done is that which shall be done: and there is no new thing under the sun. Is there any thing whereof it may be said, See, this is new? It hath been already of old time, which was before us?
So, to break the cycle, the framers made a provision, knowing this situation would come about, in that the people themselves, by law, could, outside the framework of that existing law, make law to correct the abuses of our highest government; and, thereby, making sure that we can correct the abuses of that highest government. In doing that, it can once again protect us from over zealous local and state governments enforcing foreign thoughts, concepts and provisions upon our citizenry, as this law tries to correct.
The question is, can we rise to the level it will take to do so? And, can we make it so that laws like this one aren't necessary?
Not sure about Tom, but I followed it really well.
Interesting. Ever consider how few people of times past, even a few of us remember now? Like Mr. Harrison, remembered here because he had a noisy generator. A few others might remember him because he ran a good garage. But, what of those older folks that he remembered? What of them? Some would have been notable in his mind. But, to us, imagined shadows in the mind of someone we; or someone we know, vaguely remembers.
Maybe he fondly remembered the old man that ran the sawmill, or the old cowboy that he remembered riding his horse into the store when he was a kid. Or, the banker that was good enough to give him his first loan. The preacher who took time to talk to him. All lost to history. Remembered by people who themselves are just a fleeting memory of a few of us.
Ever wonder what will be remembered about us? And, by who? And, for how long? :-)
Some, like Ben Franklin and Shakespeare had the ability to leave impressions that last, but not many. The cook who made such great hash? Who remembers her, outside of grand kids, or great grand kids? And, even family can't retain knowledge of her past four or five generations, before the memories are simply not passed on. How many of us can remember the name of all four great grandfathers, much less what was notable in their lives?
What about the law makers? Ever consider how many thousands of laws have been passed by our government? They're still on the books, but few of us are even cognizant of most of them. And, what of the men who passed them? We remember the Woodrow Wilson's, Queen Elizabeth I and the Teddy Roosevelt's, but so very few, out of so many who impacted our lives, without our knowledge of them. How then can we anticipate the future, if we know so little of our past?
I have a good friend who was at that base in Kansas back then. Those were Atlas Agena missiles. Liquid fueled, whereas the Minuteman was solid propellant. Very dangerous systems. The Atlas was the rocket that put John Glen in Space. The skin was so lightweight that a man could hit it hard with his fist, and damage it, beyond repair. And, most interesting of all is that its fuel was kerosene mixed with Liquid Oxygen. Plain old kerosene with some additives. But, what the heck, that's about the same stuff jet engines use. The additives are just tweeked a bit more. :-)
Yeah, we were so far back in the sticks, in Alabama, that we thought we were normal. :-)
As for being cooked? I got chewed out, big time, by a sergeant when he caught me cutting across a restricted pad at Ellsworth AFB in S. Dakota. But, I got a flight mechanic in a lot more trouble than me. I was walking past the end of a B-52, on my way to my squadron's hanger. I was about half-way past the plane when I realized the 50 cal. guns in the tail of the 52 were following me. That gave me the creeps, so I double timed into the restricted area, to get away from those guns. That got this sarge's attention, and he asked me 'What the h... are you doing in this restricted area?'
When I explained, he swore, and after chewing me out, he yelled for the ground crew's chief, and got on him for leaving the radar on in the tail of the 52. You know poop rolls down hill, and before I passed beyond hearing I heard the crew chief laying into the tech who'd forgotten to switch it off.
Now, that can't hold a candle to that fellow camping out in front of the radar antenna. But, I always wondered if some of my eccentricity has been a result of that. After hearing about him, I guess I've worried for nothing. :-)
At the LCF's (Launch Control Facilities) each had a MARS station, with its big hundred foot antenna. With that, they could talk all around the world on the MARS system. They warned us not to walk near it, or we'd be toasted like a marsh-mellow. From your friend's experience, that was far-fetched, as well.
Oh, BTW, have you seen the series Fox News has been doing on eminent domain abuse? An old black man who was a veteran with terminal cancer, forced to move from his little house and garden to facilitate a mall, and a group of people forced out of an apartment complex (All black) for the same reason? And, one of those was living in the complex because he'd lost his home to the same process a few years before.
And, being in Texas right now, I'm proud for our AG's stance against the BLM. Have you heard about that? It makes the Bundy story in Nevada tame, although this is just in the starting stages.
Yep. I didn't know what indoor plumbing was until I was about 8. And that was when I visited my rich relatives. :-)
I grew up on a 2 mule farm. (Sometimes 1.)
I used to draw water from a well (13 turns on the windlass from bottom to top) for my Mom to wash clothes outside. She did have a wringer washer on the back porch; but when the power was off, which was quite often, (They got power there the year I was born) she'd break out the old scrub board.
When I was even smaller, my job was to keep the fires going, under the old iron kettles she heated water in.
Hard to believe I was doing that until I was about 13, and 6 years later I was an electronics specialist on Minute Man Intercontinental Ballistic Missiles capable of putting nukes in Moscow. :-) My, how things had changed (In my world) from the 19th century lifestyle to things most folks didn't even know much about until the late '80's. All in a span of 6 years.
All to say, sure, life in many ways would be better, to go back to those older ways. (But, not for the ladies that would have to wash clothes outside, though.) :-)
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