(from The Feral Irishman)
A person “passed gas” Sunday afternoon on an American Airlines jet forcing all passengers to deplane. The incident caused nausea and headaches and complaints from passengers that they felt “ill”.
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How sad that this reminded me of an incident from my distant past.
I was in Junior High (8th Grade?) in Mr. Procopchek’s Mechanical Drawing class. We rotated mechanical drawing, metal shop and wood shop each semester.
And, being a shop class, it was all boys. This was 1964-65.
And, in the middle of class, Phil Cupp cut one. Seriously long and loud, from the back of the classroom (I almost wrote from the rear! 🙂 )
And the guys began giggling and retching, as the unseen biological cloud of death wafted it’s way toward the front of the class.
And Mr. Procopchek became more and more annoyed, asking us to keep working and to act like adults.
That is, of course, until the cloud reached his desk at the front of the class!
He made a face, cracked the windows, and told us to exit in an orderly fashion for a few minutes…
Seriously. Chemical warfare or terrorism!
Phil was a classroom god for the next week or so.
It was that easy to impress junior high boys.
Tom Palmer lectures on modern threats to liberalism and individualism, exploring the philosophical roots of these threats and explaining the danger they pose. He touches on the theocratic threat of Islamism and the leftist threat of identity politics, but the bulk of the discussion focuses on the recent re-emergence of the type of nationalist, racist collectivism previously exhibited by fascists in the 1920s, 30s, and 40s.
The slides associated with Palmer’s lecture are posted on SlidesLive.
I’m a ‘conservative’ libertarian. I disagree with the National (Libertarian) Party on a number of points, mostly regarding open borders.
But, I still believe all liberty-loving folks need to band together, regardless of minor sticking points, to battle the evils of Statism.
Lest we lose it all over infighting!
I wrote previously about my youthful experiences in the Playboy Club, with ‘friend’ Chip. (Playboy Club Memories)
(and my unrequited lust for Bunny DJ, who treated us both well!)
It occurred to me there are additional stories. This is one of them.
(Sadly, it’s NOT about DJ…)
I’ve written before about having been a semi-pro magician in my youth. Chip also dabbled in magic – it was one of the things that (unfortunately) bonded us. So, we looked askance at those who pretended to be the real thing.
Charlatans, we called them.
Often, in the Phoenix Playboy Club, they had a medium/mind-reader. His name was Dr. Richard Ireland. He was a Phoenician, and had a church here surrounding his psychic abilities.
We looked askance at him, as well.
One night, when Chip went to the club (I had to work, or something). Dr. Ireland was doing his act, part of which was having his eyes covered with gauze and bandages, followed by a cloth blindfold. Then, he passed around a large, glass bowl to receive ‘offerings’ and questions from the adoring crowd.
And he began to do ‘readings’.
Chip decided to play his game. He was certain the good doctor couldn’t see anything, trussed up as he was. Chip wrote him a check (which was undoubtedly rubber – knowing Chip), folded it into the smallest package possible, and dropped it into the bowl.
As the evening progressed, Dr. Ireland emptied the bowl and answered questions placed therein. When he got to Chip’s check, he did not unfold it. As he had with the previous questions, he placed it on top of his head – even if the bandages and blindfold were not in place, he could not have seen ANYTHING.
And he said, “Mr. (last name excised), Thank you for your most generous contribution. But I must return your check to you, so that you may sign it!”
Of course, all jaws in the room dropped!
There are more things in heaven and earth, Horatio,
Than are dreamt of in your philosophy. – Hamlet (1.5.167-8), Hamlet to Horatio
(DJ, if you are out there, please email me!)
My apologies, posting this Sunday night. Monday morning early, the contractors will allegedly arrive to finally begin closing the dry wall beneath the previous plumbing leak. This has been since MAY, so we’re taking a ‘we’ll see’ attitude!
(from The Art of Manliness, in part)
Even though the modern world isn’t any more dangerous than it was thirty or forty years ago, it feels like a more perilous place. Or, more accurately, we inhabit the world today in a way that’s much more risk averse; for a variety of very interesting and nuanced reasons, our tolerance for risk, especially concerning our children’s safety, has steadily declined. So we remove jungle gyms from playgrounds, ban football at recess, prohibit knives (even the butter variety) at school, and would rather have our kids playing with an iPad than rummaging through the garage or roaming around the neighborhood.
Unfortunately, as we discussed in-depth earlier this year, when you control for one set of risks, another simply arises in its place. In this case, in trying to prevent some bruises and broken bones, we also inhibit our children’s development of autonomy, competence, confidence, and resilience. In pulling them back from firsthand experiences, from handling tangible materials and demonstrating concrete efficacy, we ensconce them in a life of abstraction rather than action. By insisting on doing everything ourselves, because we can do things better and more safely, we deprive kids of the chance to make and test observations, to experiment and tinker, to fail and bounce back. In treating everything like a major risk, we prevent kids from learning how to judge the truly dangerous, from the simply unfamiliar.
Fortunately, we can restore the positive traits that have been smothered by overprotective parenting, by restoring some of the “dangerous” activities that have lately gone missing from childhood. The suggestions below on this score were taken both from 50 Dangerous Things (You Should Let Your Children Do), as well as memories from my own more “free range” childhood. If you grew up a few decades back, these activities may seem “obvious” to you, but they’re less a part of kids’ lives today, and hopefully these reminders can help spark their revival. While each contains a element of danger and chance of injury, these risks can be thoroughly mitigated and managed by you, the parent: Permit or disallow activities based on your child’s individual age, maturity level, and abilities. Take necessary precautions (which are common sense and which I’m not going to entirely spell out for you; you’re a grown-up, not a moron). Teach and demonstrate correct principles, and supervise some practice runs. Once you’ve created this scaffolding of safety, however, try to step back and give your child some independence. Step in only when a real danger exists, or when your adult strength/dexterity/know-how is absolutely necessary. And don’t be afraid to let your kids fail. That’s how they learn and become more resilient.
In return for letting your children grapple with a little bit of healthy risk, the activities below teach motor skills, develop confidence, and get kids acquainted with the use of tools and some of the basic principles of science. Outside any educational justification, however, they’re just plain fun — something we’ve forgotten can be a worthy childhood pursuit in and of itself!
23 Dangerous Things You Should Let You Kids Do
Unlike many of you out there, I grew up in a city. And, my Dad was largely absent. I was given boundaries, though. Don’t cross these streets; Don’t play with these kids; Let us know where you are; Be home for dinner @ 6 o’clock.
Other than that, I was pretty much left to my own devices. Playing in old abandoned houses and construction sites, climbing into open manholes and irrigation conduits. Picking through discarded trash for treasures. Making rocket fuel and fireworks. Dissecting unexploded fireworks. Dirt clod fights. Rubber band guns with projectiles!
I wasn’t foolhardy, but I wasn’t a namby-pamby either!
I remember when my Dad’s .22 rifle went missing. He accused me of taking it, but was most upset I hadn’t asked! (I didn’t take it – it was stolen and later recovered by the PD)
From what I’ve observed, most kids (and most adults) don’t play outside or explore anymore. Instead, they are inside getting carpal tunnel…
(And not in the traditional way! 😛 )
Toss your kid outside, without their electronics. And tell ’em not to return until dinner-time.
They might learn something!
I’ve always been behind the times in both music and technology to deliver said music. Especially since I got married in my late twenties and had a family and a job, with all the requisite trials and tribulations therein.
I had (and still have) vinyl, went to cassettes, then CDs. I bought an MP3 player in the early 2000s. But never had the money to fill it.
Life. It’s both a cereal and a board game. And my listening to music got somehow waylaid. 😦
But, I’m here alone in my rented room, doing my morning routine with the blog. And something was missing.
I tried Pandora for a while, but it never hooked me.
J. told me recently about Spotify. So, I thought I’d give it a try. On both my PC and my new cell phone! (NOW with earbuds that actually fit!)
Maybe I’ve missed ‘my’ music too much, but now I’m immersed in it via Spotify. Free, with a few commercials every so often. Or, one can pay.
Of course, I’ve no funds.
So, FREE it is!
Currently, I’ve been vacillating between Dave Brubeck, Gordon Lightfoot, and the Person of Interest soundtrack.
Yeah, I’m eclectic!
(FTC – Spotify gave me nothing save the free music they give everyone! go away!)
My college mate, friend, and boss (when I worked security at the closed Legend City amusement park, in the 70s) has passed away.
Fair Winds and Following Seas, My Friend!
We only recently reconnected on Facebook after a 30 year absence.
As Father’s day is looming, I was going to write initially something about my Father, his Father, my Grandfather, or having been a father, etc….
But, you guys have already seen this in this venue.
I was a step-child. And my step-mother and I were not in agreement on most things. Like how to treat me. And my father was largely absent. My childhood memories are largely not pleasant ones.
Here’s what John’s stepson and one of his daughters had to say about him.
For Father’s Day.
John Conneally was my step-father from my body’s age of 8 1/2 to 14 1/2 and helped Tina Poling-Conneally raise me during those years. He introduced me critical analysis, science fiction, the concepts of leadership, teamwork, discipline, tactics, strategy, deduction and showed me what being brilliant without much solid, applicable way to make it useful for one’s self and society as a whole. As invaluable as they all are the most important one for me is the latter, and it motivates me more and more each day.
John died sometime either last night or today of complications from leukemia, liver failure and lung cancer. He had exposure to horrendous chemical wastes and other environmental hazards while in the Navy which very likely caused his leukemia and the liver and lung cancer came from self-medicating with tobacco and alcohol to keep his highly sensitive and strong soul from feeling and dealing with the internal awarenesses the society he grew up in had zero ability to teach him how to handle; John would have been a capable medicine man, shaman, holistic therapist and healing artist had he been born into this part of the world in the 80’s to today.
He lived as best a life as he could and I am glad I was able to be influenced by his life, both the good and the bad. May his pathways now lead him through all the misconceptions _and_ perfection of his life he just left. May his soul reach out to the wonders he sought and may be achieve them increasingly and unceasingly.
May he be able to choose rebirth, if and when he wants to from the realms of Experience that are without sufferings, pain fear and lack. May his lives and experiences between lives be of benefit to himself and All Beings.
Fare well, John Conneally. I am praying for you and perhaps we’ll meet again someday in much better and healthier ways.
Love to you.
It’s a very hard thing, to think of someone you love in the past tense. Rest in peace, Dad. You are already missed.
My wish for all of you as parents is to be as well thought of and loved in hindsight, as John’s children have of him.
(Bet you thought I forgot!)
Long time readers of this blog may remember my Life is replete with folks named Robert, Bob, David, Dave and similar variants.
Why? I’ve no idea.
I was thinking this morning about someone who may have been the first.
No, not the physician, Indian artist or mediator (as far as I know).
Yep. His name was(is) Robert Davidson(!)
…and a meme began!
He pretty much raised himself. His parents were older (and somewhat self-involved). I’ve no idea what his mother did. She seemed to be absent a lot. His father was a retired Air Force Lt. Colonel. He spent most of his time (when I saw him) drinking liquor in their living room (where we weren’t allowed) and listening to his music. His older brothers led their own lives, and seemed to be tangentially involved with raising him, trading off duties as it were.
He had a younger sister with mental and physical issues. She followed us around like a puppy. The last I heard, she was living more-or-less on her own in assisted living.
But Robert had innate talents. Auto mechanics, electronics. And he was the first of our age on the block to do cool stuff.
Build custom bicycles, grow his hair long, get busted for shoplifting (and escape store custody!), smoke dope. (The first time he showed me a ‘baggie’, I thought great, I’m going to prison!) Joy-riding in his parent’s car, before he was licensed. He spent a Summer stealing VW Bug engines, and never got caught! (or so I was told…)
And the one that really ticked me off: Became intimate with a girl. This ticked me off because he was two years younger than I!
The last I heard, Robert got into computers and was working for the community colleges in this capacity. With another of my friends (from the magic club) named DAVID!
See, it never ends. 😛
And, with all the Internet tools now available, I’ve been unable to reconnect with him. Too common a name, I guess. David is in the wind, as well.
I was never a fan of Batman, the television series. Correction, I didn’t understand camp.
(You must understand, I was in junior high, preparing to graduate to high school, and thought myself a serious intellectual. 😛 )
I did remember Adam West from a previous episode of Robert Taylor’s The Detectives, though. I liked him in that role.
Most persons who become type cast eventually fade away, unless they have amazing talent and staying power. George Reeves killed himself (or was murdered). And Baby Boomers will always associate him with the Superman TV series.
Mr. West worked long before he was Batman, and long afterward. Sometimes as cartoon voice-overs, but not always. He didn’t just do car shows with the Batmobile. He embraced the Batman mythos, and made it his.
And, not unlike Patrick Stewart (in American Dad), he made his famous voice even more famous in ‘adult’ cartoons, like Family Guy. (as the Mayor of Quahog).
He passed after a short bout with leukemia. Having had a blood disease, myself, this definitely got my attention.
He will be missed.
April 21, 2017 (Suarez International)
There are cultural myths that all civilizations seem to adopt. Once they do, it is virtually impossible for them to let go of such myths, even when pursuing them is no longer viable. With the west is the myth of egalitarian inclusion. The idea that all men want the same things, that we can all get along, and that with acceptance and understanding, we can all live together in peace under beautiful rainbows.
Such a naive world view ignores the incessant jihad that the west has faced for a generation. And that jihad, both violent and overt, as well as cultural and covert.
Just this week, we not only had a Black American Jihadist shoot and kill a number of “white devils” in California, but we also had a French Policeman killed and another seriously injured in a proactive jihad ambush in Paris. It has become so common, and seemingly accepted that I will bet you cannot name all the terrorist events in the USA in the last 12 months.
Another factor in this is the west’s abject fear of being considered unfair or (gasp) racist. Even if we stop to consider that a religion or a political movement is not based on race, the language remains. And the word has power over westerners. At some point westerners, and I suspect the Europeans will be first, will have to ask themselves what is the greater danger – being called a racist or losing their civilization.
Another third cultural habit of the west is self-hatred and a deliberate ignoring of history. The self-hatred I don’t know whence it came. I will bet it has some basis in liberal-socialist thinking.
Perhaps one of the readers can comment.
But the ignorance of history is a crucial element here…specially for the young. History is rewritten to fit the modern narratives which support the other cultural habits and myths. But not knowing the real story is a problem. What would a man do, for instance, who had never been told that a hot stove will burn his hand. He would not know what he faced when coming in contact with one. Ignorant of the effects of hot steel on his hand, he would go ahead with his plans to touch it.
Islam has been on a mission to conquer and convert the world for a thousand years. At first, as shown in the video below, the methods have been via military invasion and conquest. But today, the would-be invaders are using far more subtle means. Theirs is the slippery slope of compromise and appeasement…the “cultural” and “societal” jihad that some writers speak of. And with every point of compliance from western nations, they take another small step toward their objectives. The west has helped in that mission by its policies. And if steps are not taken to change the west will lose…and it will lose by defeating itself.
So here is a history lesson. Its not very long, but it is informative.
Just yesterday, ISIS attacked people at a Shiite shrine in Iran. This evil is not just for Western democracies. Of course, the Shia Iranians have their own agenda.
It’s been estimated that 10 to 15% of Muslims worldwide have been ‘radicalized’. While still a small minority, that’s not an insignificant number.
Islam is the fastest growing religion in the World.
This ‘problem’ is not easily solved.
Liberal fascists must be running out of Confederate generals to banish to the memory hole. Now they are going after heroes of the Texas Revolution, starting at the top:
The Sam Houston statue has been at Hermann Park since 1925, but a group that calls itself Texas Antifa has started a campaign to take down this and any other landmark that bears the name Sam Houston. …
[Last] Thursday, the group posted on its Facebook page saying, “Texans agree the disgusting idols of America’s dark days of slavery must be removed to bring internal peace to our country.”
The group also suggested Mayor Sylvester Turner should back the removal of the statue, because of his ethnicity and political affiliation.
Turner is a black Democrat.
(Again, for the cheap seats) EDITING (DESTROYING) HISTORY MAKES IT EASIER FOR TOTALITARIAN FORCES TO TAKE OVER. Witness the PRC, North Korea, Vietnam et al.
Not to mention, Sam Houston brought so much more to history than being a slave owner. Just as Andrew Jackson did to New Orleans. Or George Washington to this Republic.
Wake up and stop these fascist control freaks!
I believe in the United States, warts and all…