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Every year they try to over hype the flu virus. I think they’re super hyping the virus this year. We can’t keep letting them get away with this crap. If they get away with it? There will be another one I assure you. There is something about controlling the masses by keeping them in a […]
I live in Southern California. I wish I lived in Jefferson; more exactly, I wish there WAS a state of Jefferson. Bill and Scott’s recent dialogue about secession necessarily focused on California, as California exemplifies the many reasons one might consider such a move. Bill and Scott brought up a few salient points, but what they both may have missed was their propensity, along with many of us, to look at such issues from a sociological/ city planner perspective. I don’t think this is entirely wrong by any means, but I fear it could be limiting in understanding why, as in California’s case, there’s a strip of land that seems to be able to wreak havoc on the rest of the state inland of that land.
People formed towns and later cities on the need for mutual protection, services, and ready access to each other. I think the arguments about trade guilds and more literate people, over time, having opportunities to do work that wasn’t dependent on “huge tracts o’ land” made the idea of not living immediately next to one’s food source more viable. As the means of transportation improved, the ability to live in more concentrated areas, knowing the food was coming in from further away, helped up the safety and comfort quotient of living in an urban area, at least before various pollutants became issues. Over time, an interior lifestyle becoming dependent on exterior staples (i.e., food and water) seemed logical, since the concentration of peoples concentrated the decision-making power, and farmers and such were still intimately dependent on the urban markets.
Eventually, cities like San Francisco, which was the ultimate cow-town, populated primarily by those from that market that were once outside of that town and whose businesses still resided in, say, Stockton, or Sacramento (which could move goods efficiently by water), took it for granted that they were a city that was a decision-making center, supported by the countryside, which represented, for all practical purposes, nobody. The usual hegemony of the urban/urbane took root, and the resultant hubris about the city’s value, especially since the costs of creating it were going beyond its own borders, has led to the belief/practice that a city like San Francisco is indispensable, and those outside of that city owe it everything. Thus, when a city like San Francisco develops a liberal ideology to pacify its citizen, it creates a narrative that the rest of us see as the vacuous pabulum it is, but which helps justify its own existence in its eyes, and which ultimately fogs the city dwellers’ minds to seeing nothing but their own philosophy and that being applied everywhere.
At some point, the coastal cities of California, effused with their own self-importance, believe, for example, that the nice thing to do would be to un-dam (and thus damn) the Hetch-Hetchy, and let the salmon, or whatever wildlife seems to be of a romantic bent that year, be free. The idea that the cost of electricity would be prohibitive to living in that city, along with the cost of food, and maybe even the water itself, is too remote to believe. After all, each city is surrounded, even inundated, by conveniences. A false sense of self-sufficiency rules the day while the farmers are starved out, and multiple industries that support those cities die away. San Francisco, and cities like it, remains smug in its fatuous complacency.
Meanwhile, a city councilwoman, wondering why people are reluctant to pick up human feces at $184,000/yr. and live in the city, insists that those in the support structure of California shouldn’t complain. After all, if they run out of bread, they can eat cake. And if the Delta smelt needs all the water, the inland people can just grow desert crops, or take water from the Colorado, for crying out loud….
The Republican Party and Conservative movement have a big problem right now. I think that there are two areas in which they are lacking substantially: Making the common-sense case for conservative values and against socialism to the American voters, and not widening the tent enough to let in all of the disillusioned #Walkaway Democrats. Yes, […]
Tommy and his family went to a park that has a public swimming pool. He and his wife sat on a bench and his kids played in the pool. His eight year old daughter told him that a man grabbed her bottom in the pool. Tommy asked her to identify him. When he confronted the […]
In which the decadent West has a lot of fun playing with a vehicle originally developed by the Soviets–which didn’t really work in the way they wanted, because all it wants to do is fly instead of skim just above the ground/water. There’s possibly a metaphor in that…. Goes pretty well with Bill’s “The Cold […]
50 points for anyone who gets the reference
I’m from Texas, but as a result of the vicissitudes of life, I find myself mired here at the end of my life, living in the borderlands between The Communist People’s Democratic Republic of Seattle and Eastern Redneckia where Seattlites dare not go without a spare set of pearls to clutch. I’ve always, wherever I […]
I received these two posts on my FB feed today by high school friends who still live in CA. This is what IS going on there. They need to be dealt with.
Friend #1:
“We got mail in ballots but didn’t request them. Went to vote in person. I took my ballot with me. The ballots they gave us were provisional and were the Democrats ballot so my husband had to write in Donald Trump. The rest was the same. I gave them back the one they gave me and used my mail in one. What really bothers me is mail in ballots don’t get counted unless any race is too close to call. 😡“
Friend #2
“I voted…kind of. Voter fraud rant incoming:
First of all, I went to my registered polling place to vote in person, which is what I’ve done since I was 18 years old. It’s silly, but it’s just my thing. As they’re looking through my name, it says “vote by mail” beside it.
PROBLEM #1 – I’ve never registered to vote by mail…as stated before, I vote in person, always have, always will. Their answer – “sir, you’ll have to vote provisionally” (meaning my vote essentially will not be counted).
PROBLEM #2 – Here’s where it gets interesting. I was able to fix the vote by mail issue with my process. Unfortunately, for some strange reason, I was registered as “no party.” For those that know me, I have been a registered Republican since I was 18 years old and have NEVER changed my party. And the answer to this you ask? The only option for me now? Vote provisionally…
How exactly does this happen? How can someone, without my knowledge, not only change my party, but change my status, determining how I vote? I have the answer…voter fraud. It has hit new heights here in California…all to silence the conservative vote.
As I was inside my polling place, I wasn’t the only one who was encountering this bizarre situation. In fact, multiple pages of the blue, provisional ballot form were filled out. During my time inside the polling place, just about half the people that came in were being told to vote provisionally. So what did I do? I asked about it…
“Just curious, all these issues today with the provisional ballots…are they all republican?” The volunteers put their heads down, but surprisingly answered my question. “Yes.”
Where and when does this end? Our votes are being scrapped, our rights are being taken away…and most everyone doesn’t even realize it. I am so disgusted I don’t even know what to do. This has to be fixed…now!”
As a civilization prospers and grows it is accompanied by an increasing resistance to recognize and deal with harsh and violent realities. Who will make the hard choices in the future?
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As a civilization prospers and grows it is accompanied by an
increasing resistance to recognize and deal with harsh and violent realities. Who
will make the hard choices in the future?
ScrappleFace comes out of self-imposed exile.
Following disappointing performances in early primaries and caucuses, former Vice President Joe Biden today suspended his campaign for the Democratic nomination for President of the United States, and announced he’ll throw his support behind the winner of the South Carolina primary, the former Delaware Senator, Joe Biden…
My husband has been a very proud member for many years now, and I use his log in to listen to ALL the shows. Love Right Angle! We are praying for Bill’s recovery as he is very dear to us. This past weekend my husband shared The Apollo podcast with our 17 year old son […]
A farmer is a paradox – he is an overalled executive in his office; a scientist using fertilizer attachments; a purchasing agent in an old hat; a personnel director with grease under his fingernails; a dietician with a passion for alfalfa, aminos and antibiotics; a production expert with a surplus; and a manager battling a price-cost squeeze.
He manages more capital than most of the businessmen in town. He likes sunshine, good food, state fairs, dinner at noon, auctions, his neighbors, his shirt collar unbuttoned and, above all, a good soaking rain in August.
He is not much for droughts, ditches, throughways, experts, weeds, the eight-hour day, grasshoppers or helping with housework.
Farmers are found in fields, plowing up, seeding down, rotating from, planting to, fertilizing with, spraying for, and harvesting. Wives help them, little boys follow them, the Agriculture Department confuses them, city relatives visit them, salesmen detain them and wait for them, weather delays them; but it takes Heaven to stop them.
A farmer is both Faith and Fatalist. He must have faith to continually meet the challenges of his capacities amid an ever-present possibility that an act of God (a late spring, an early frost, tornado, flood, drought) can bring his business to a standstill. You can reduce his acreage, but you can’t restrain his ambition.
Might as well put up with him, he is your friend, your competitor, your customer, your source of food, fibre, and self-reliant young citizens to help replenish your cities. He is your countryman, a denim-dressed, business-wise, fast-growing statesman of stature. And when he comes in at noon, having spent the energy of his hopes and dreams, he can be recharged anew with the magic words, “THE MARKET’S UP!”
Since the Enemedia is doing its best to bury this story, I thought I’d start this week’s rant where the last one ended by linking to a video I shot 4 years ago of actual whistleblower Phil Haney. In it, Phil describes in detail the infiltration of the Muslim Brotherhood into the highest levels […]