Before you know it everyone will be casting a nostalgic eye back over 2019. Thanksgiving incredibly looms less than three weeks away. Then Christmas. Then... well you know.
I began my year trying to do some tiny little bit of good for a fellow named Buddy Woodall whose case was profiled in a Netflix series (The Confession Tapes Episode 6) and whos going to spend the rest of his life paying for two murders he didnt commit because you cant get a retrial for having a stupid jury. Sorry Buddy.
My first spring attempting to nurse along a couple of orchards (mostly pecans and apples at this point) was beset by several problems such as voracious deer that chewed right through the protective netting I laid out... but that kind of discouragement is Life 101. To see the republic dissolving around our ears was rather harder to take especially since I had begun reading Solzhenitsyns Gulag Archipelago for the first time as I must guiltily confess; but then how many newly minted" Ph.D.s in History do you suppose have ever been exposed to a line of it? Learning about the bureaucratic inferno that follows when Gods most arrogant creatures try to correct all of the design mistakes" in human society andat the same timewatching new waves of college graduates give the thumbs-up to suppressing speech ruining small businesses terrorizing families in suburbia decriminalizing crime energizing a magnet for chronic human slavery producing a wildlife holocaust in the quest for clean" energy... yeah Ill take the sharp-toothed deer please.
At about this time my son had introduced me to Jordan Peterson on YouTube... and I discovered as well that I could only watch Jordan via streaming on clear days since Internet out here in the boondocks has its drawbacks. Welcome to the edge of the grid! Thats where I said I wanted to be in retirement so... as es. It was Peterson who nagged me into reading Solzhenitsyn. Somewhere along the way I also blundered into Diana West.
Diana West... American Betrayal. All I learned from this book was that FDRs insuperably pompous idiocy was undergirded by a thick layer of Soviet operatives (over 500 strong) that Japan would never have bombed Pearl Harbor without the sabotage of skillful diplomacy from D.C. (but I already knew this from Herbert Hoovers Freedom Betrayed) that Harry Hopkins engineered the passage of heavy water and uranium by the ton to the Soviet Union via Lend-Lease that our beachhead in Italy established after tremendous loss of life was abandoned because Stalin didnt want us straying through Eastern Europe that the carnage of D-Day was indeed owed entirely to FDRs servile submission to Uncle Joes will that most of the Jews exterminated under Hitler could have been saved had Moscow not dictated our foreign policy that Hopkins and his fellow Roosevelt-puppeteers ignored the pleas of Admiral Canaris and other high-ranking Germans to assist their overthrow of Hitler that our government actually left upward of 20000 American boys (mostly freed from German and Japanese prisons) to rot in Stalins gulags without a peep... all of the foregoingall of itto court some kind of convergent" ideological marriage with Stalins totalitarian insectification of humanity. Also know as progressivism. And West scarcely hints at the Russian role in garbling our Japanese negotiations as the war wound down such that the dropping of the Bombs was deemed necessary by Truman when it could easily have been averted. The construction of the Soviet Empire demanded that competitors for territory in the Far East be cleared off the board.
How much truth can one man take at the age of sixty-five?
Meanwhile as summer morphed into fall (a summer that was supposed to have warned us of climate change" with its record number of dry days and high temperaturesfollowed by a fall that has come crashing through with unusually cold wet vigor) I watched my one-time heroes in Congress leave a slimy collaborative trail straight to the sidelines as the jackals gathered around the President. Andrew Napolitano Ben Shapiro Jonathan Goldberg... Ben Sasse Mike Lee Ted Cruz... were not talking Mitt Romney here: these are (were) persons of premier intellect and character. Where are the snows of yesteryear?
In my bid to live within the limitations of HughesNet I discovered the Podcast; and there much to my delight I further discovered Frank Gaffneys Secure Freedom Radio along with Tom Fittons Freedom Watch and Sarah Carters mostly fluff-free broadcast (thats a compliment: I hate fluff Mssrs. Crowder and Hunter). Trouble is I was once again plumbing the depths of truth overload". How many days in a row can you hear that Communist China is well on its way to preparing an insect farm for us idiot Americans as we supply all the raw material ( la FDR Administration)? Personally I am thankful to the Democrat Party for helping me to view my exit from this world with equanimity and even great joy as I enter my final laps... but I have a son. The rest of you have children and grandchildren. Is Hell big enough deep enough to contain as many Judases as busily engineer our ruin?
Sarah Carter opined yesterday (in a days-old broadcast that I played during my workout) that we have lost the ability to make up our differences and be civil to each other. Bless your gentle heart Sarah... but the party who always had to clam up at faculty gatherings or family reunions was yours truly not the legions of virtue-signaling exhibitionists around him. The incivility sits almost entirely on one side of the table. Its the same side that wants to leave unwanted babies to die after a failed abortion to lavish taxpayer dollars on criminal vagrants to reward child-molesters and slavers with free entry into the country to let small entrepreneurs starve if they wont kneel at the altar of LGBTQ Pride". Theres no middle ground where one can pitch a tent and meet with purveyors of such moral atrocity whether their service to chaos is deliberate (Harry Hopkins) or arrogantly unwitting (FDR). We have no coherent society left. We have California expelling its toxic influence into neighboring states the way wildfires are eating their way across its own townships. Were in nuclear meltdown.
I need to get up now and go unwrap my brave little orange tree: I need to find out if she survived last nights onslaught of global warming". And then I need to haul my potted bell peppers back out on the porchfor today is clear and sunny. These howling apes in clothes can go about their business of destroying everything their ancestors created in population centers all over the world. If HughesNet permits Ill publish my not-so-uplifting ramble for a few eyes in a few parts of the world where Internet isnt yet severely filtered. Tend to your gardens brothers and sisters. They wont betray youeven the deer wont undermine youif you bend your stiff neck and study how they grow.
Before you know it everyone will be casting a nostalgic eye back over 2019. Thanksgiving incredibly looms less than three weeks away. Then Christmas. Then... well you know.
I began my year trying to do some tiny little bit of good for a fellow named Buddy Woodall whose case was profiled in a Netflix series (The Confession Tapes Episode 6) and whos going to spend the rest of his life paying for two murders he didnt commit because you cant get a retrial for having a stupid jury. Sorry Buddy.
My first spring attempting to nurse along a couple of orchards (mostly pecans and apples at this point) was beset by several problems such as voracious deer that chewed right through the protective netting I laid out... but that kind of discouragement is Life 101. To see the republic dissolving around our ears was rather harder to take especially since I had begun reading Solzhenitsyns Gulag Archipelago for the first time as I must guiltily confess; but then how many newly minted" Ph.D.s in History do you suppose have ever been exposed to a line of it? Learning about the bureaucratic inferno that follows when Gods most arrogant creatures try to correct all of the design mistakes" in human society andat the same timewatching new waves of college graduates give the thumbs-up to suppressing speech ruining small businesses terrorizing families in suburbia decriminalizing crime energizing a magnet for chronic human slavery producing a wildlife holocaust in the quest for clean" energy... yeah Ill take the sharp-toothed deer please.
At about this time my son had introduced me to Jordan Peterson on YouTube... and I discovered as well that I could only watch Jordan via streaming on clear days since Internet out here in the boondocks has its drawbacks. Welcome to the edge of the grid! Thats where I said I wanted to be in retirement so... as es. It was Peterson who nagged me into reading Solzhenitsyn. Somewhere along the way I also blundered into Diana West.
Diana West... American Betrayal. All I learned from this book was that FDRs insuperably pompous idiocy was undergirded by a thick layer of Soviet operatives (over 500 strong) that Japan would never have bombed Pearl Harbor without the sabotage of skillful diplomacy from D.C. (but I already knew this from Herbert Hoovers Freedom Betrayed) that Harry Hopkins engineered the passage of heavy water and uranium by the ton to the Soviet Union via Lend-Lease that our beachhead in Italy established after tremendous loss of life was abandoned because Stalin didnt want us straying through Eastern Europe that the carnage of D-Day was indeed owed entirely to FDRs servile submission to Uncle Joes will that most of the Jews exterminated under Hitler could have been saved had Moscow not dictated our foreign policy that Hopkins and his fellow Roosevelt-puppeteers ignored the pleas of Admiral Canaris and other high-ranking Germans to assist their overthrow of Hitler that our government actually left upward of 20000 American boys (mostly freed from German and Japanese prisons) to rot in Stalins gulags without a peep... all of the foregoingall of itto court some kind of convergent" ideological marriage with Stalins totalitarian insectification of humanity. Also know as progressivism. And West scarcely hints at the Russian role in garbling our Japanese negotiations as the war wound down such that the dropping of the Bombs was deemed necessary by Truman when it could easily have been averted. The construction of the Soviet Empire demanded that competitors for territory in the Far East be cleared off the board.
How much truth can one man take at the age of sixty-five?
Meanwhile as summer morphed into fall (a summer that was supposed to have warned us of climate change" with its record number of dry days and high temperaturesfollowed by a fall that has come crashing through with unusually cold wet vigor) I watched my one-time heroes in Congress leave a slimy collaborative trail straight to the sidelines as the jackals gathered around the President. Andrew Napolitano Ben Shapiro Jonathan Goldberg... Ben Sasse Mike Lee Ted Cruz... were not talking Mitt Romney here: these are (were) persons of premier intellect and character. Where are the snows of yesteryear?
In my bid to live within the limitations of HughesNet I discovered the Podcast; and there much to my delight I further discovered Frank Gaffneys Secure Freedom Radio along with Tom Fittons Freedom Watch and Sarah Carters mostly fluff-free broadcast (thats a compliment: I hate fluff Mssrs. Crowder and Hunter). Trouble is I was once again plumbing the depths of truth overload". How many days in a row can you hear that Communist China is well on its way to preparing an insect farm for us idiot Americans as we supply all the raw material ( la FDR Administration)? Personally I am thankful to the Democrat Party for helping me to view my exit from this world with equanimity and even great joy as I enter my final laps... but I have a son. The rest of you have children and grandchildren. Is Hell big enough deep enough to contain as many Judases as busily engineer our ruin?
Sarah Carter opined yesterday (in a days-old broadcast that I played during my workout) that we have lost the ability to make up our differences and be civil to each other. Bless your gentle heart Sarah... but the party who always had to clam up at faculty gatherings or family reunions was yours truly not the legions of virtue-signaling exhibitionists around him. The incivility sits almost entirely on one side of the table. Its the same side that wants to leave unwanted babies to die after a failed abortion to lavish taxpayer dollars on criminal vagrants to reward child-molesters and slavers with free entry into the country to let small entrepreneurs starve if they wont kneel at the altar of LGBTQ Pride". Theres no middle ground where one can pitch a tent and meet with purveyors of such moral atrocity whether their service to chaos is deliberate (Harry Hopkins) or arrogantly unwitting (FDR). We have no coherent society left. We have California expelling its toxic influence into neighboring states the way wildfires are eating their way across its own townships. Were in nuclear meltdown.
I need to get up now and go unwrap my brave little orange tree: I need to find out if she survived last nights onslaught of global warming". And then I need to haul my potted bell peppers back out on the porchfor today is clear and sunny. These howling apes in clothes can go about their business of destroying everything their ancestors created in population centers all over the world. If HughesNet permits Ill publish my not-so-uplifting ramble for a few eyes in a few parts of the world where Internet isnt yet severely filtered. Tend to your gardens brothers and sisters. They wont betray youeven the deer wont undermine youif you bend your stiff neck and study how they grow.