Unbelievable!!

Just a short comment today. I work from home and today is a busy day.

Taken from The Spectator Online from the UK.

http://www.spectator.co.uk/melaniephillips/2293196/pinch-yourself.thtml

“You have to pinch yourself – a Marxisant radical who all his life has been mentored by, sat at the feet of, worshipped with, befriended, endorsed the philosophy of, funded and been in turn funded, politically promoted and supported by a nexus comprising black power anti-white racists, Jew-haters, revolutionary Marxists, unrepentant former terrorists and Chicago mobsters, is on the verge of becoming President of the United States. And apparently it’s considered impolite to say so.”

What more can be said?

Grandma and ‘shine.

My grandmother was Lena Estell Miller. She was born in 1886 to Herman and Tilla Horine newly arrived from Hesse, Germany. After the death of my grandfather, she came to live my parents and me in 1958. Grandma stood 5’2″ and on her best day weighed 100 lbs. During the 1930’s, Grandma, like many others in southern Illinois, supplemented the family income with the product of her still. Grandma’s specialty was Applejack.

Now, Grandma was a straight and narrow Christian lady of the old school. But, after a hard day, she did like a little nip of her applejack. When Grandma moved in, she brought a number of jugs with her and stored them in our basement. In all, Grandma must’ve brought about 25 gallons of applejack.

My Grandfather Miller was a farmer near Cairo, Illinois, not too far from where the Mississippi met the Ohio. When the Great Depression hit, money got scarce. Everyone in that area, the Illinois Ozarks, knew how to make a still or knew of someone who did. Running a still at that time, in that area, was a proven method for a second source of income. The demand for ‘shine did not end with prohibition. In many areas the demand increased. Grandma’s ‘shine brought a nice income through the mid-30’s until Grandpa decided to move further north and get a job in the mines. Grandpa, in addition to farming, was a skilled blacksmith with skills in demand in the mines.

In 1936, Grandpa and Grandpa moved to Benton, Illinois in Franklin County. There were six coal mines near Benton and four mines six miles south in West Frankfort. There were also numerous apple orchards in Franklin County as well. By this time, the demand for Grandma’s product had diminished and the efforts of the revenuers had increased. Grandma decided to retire from the ‘shine business—except for a little for herself.

When Grandma moved in with us, she brought along her still. It was small; standing no more than four feet high. Grandma set it up in an old henhouse right next to Dad’s one-acre apple orchard. Every September, Grandma would pick up the best of the apples that had fallen in the orchard, peel and mash them, and for the remaining weeks of September, the old henhouse was infused with the aroma of apples and applejack.

Years later, when Grandma had passed on, Dad and I cleaned out the basement and we found some of Grandma’s old jugs. One still had some applejack. Dad said he wanted to show me something interesting. We took the jug out behind the garage. Dad cleaned out an old tuna can and filled it with applejack from the jug. He lit a match and tossed it into the tuna can. To this day, I can still remember the bright blue flame dancing on the surface of the applejack.

Range Report


I took a friend, David, out to the range Sunday afternoon. It was sunny and windy with temperatures in the low 50’s. David had been asking questions about acquiring a CCW permit. He’d been increasingly concerned and was joining the NRA to show support for the Second Amendment.

David grew up with guns, had been a hunter, but had not much experience with handguns. My intent with this session was to give him a basic familiarization with revolvers and pistols, give him the basic firearm gunhandling safety primer and to shoot a basic course.

He met me at my house and we drove out to the range. Along the way, I gave him a printout of Cooper’s Four Rules and went over each one. We also discussed the prerequisites for applying for a CCW, training and a overview of some of the training topics.


For this session, I took two S&W revolvers, a 4″ Model 19 and a 2″ Model 442 snubbie with 100 rounds of .38Spl ammo. On the other side, I brought my full-sized 1911, a Kimber Classic Target that I’d used for IDPA, an Officer sized 1911, a Para-Ord LDA, and a Kahr P45. All three in .45ACP.

We set up the targets and I lead with 8-rounds out of the Kimber at 10 yards. I hadn’t shot the Kimber in some time and I was pleased that I was able to create a nice grouping. I’m not too accurate with handguns. I wear bifocals and arms length is right a the demark between the two lenses. The result is that my front sight is always fuzzy.

It was David’s turn. I drew out the sight picture he should make, told him how to grip the Kimber, to grip it tightly and just move his trigger finger slowly. David’s first shot was dead center. I made sure we had a photographic record to give David some bragging rights.

David’s first round at 10 yards from my full-sized Kimber 1911.

We fired all our ammo, cleaned up the range and left just before dusk. David had a great time, I found a new shooting partner and we both had a great time together. David will be joining the ranks of the “Gunnies” soon. He’s reviewing his options on a pistol. I think he’ll pick up a revolver for his first handgun.

It was a great Sunday afternoon.


The Ten Cannots

I read a number of blogs daily. One of my favorites is the Bayou Renaissance Man. He is an expatriate South African, former soldier, and minister now living in Louisiana. The text below is taken from his blog and is worthy of comment and dissemination. It you like, please drop by his blog and say, “Hello.”

Thoughts before the election #1


Today I’d like to introduce you to William J. H. Boetcker (1873-1962). He was a Presbyterian minister, renowned for his motivational public speaking, and had the knack of putting important truths into concise, easily-grasped points.

Among his most famous ideas are the ‘Ten Cannots’, dating from 1916. They’re often attributed – mistakenly – to Abraham Lincoln.

  • You cannot bring about prosperity by discouraging thrift.
  • You cannot help small men by tearing down big men.
  • You cannot strengthen the weak by weakening the strong.
  • You cannot lift the wage earner by pulling down the wage payer.
  • You cannot help the poor man by destroying the rich.
  • You cannot keep out of trouble by spending more than your income.
  • You cannot further the brotherhood of man by inciting class hatred.
  • You cannot establish security on borrowed money.
  • You cannot build character and courage by taking away man’s initiative and independence.
  • You cannot help men permanently by doing for them what they could and should do for themselves.


I think the ‘Ten Cannots’ say a great deal about our present society, particularly its emphasis on ‘big government’ and ‘handouts’ and ‘welfare’ and suchlike. I don’t believe in any of them. If a given candidate (or political party) has a position that contradicts most of the ‘Ten Cannots’, the odds are that I can’t support them. If the positions of all candidates (or parties) contradict the ‘Ten Cannots’, I’ll have to vote for the person or party who contradicts the fewest of them, on the principle of choosing the lesser of the evils confronting me.

Boetcker also coined the ‘Seven National Crimes’:

  • I don’t think.
  • I don’t know.
  • I don’t care.
  • I am too busy.
  • I leave well enough alone.
  • I have no time to read and find out.
  • I am not interested.


These may or may not apply to our politicians, but they sure apply to us as voters! We should be asking ourselves whether we’re guilty of any of these attitudes: and, if so, we should try to change that.

A Journalist View on Media Bias.

Michael S. Malone writes in an editorial on ABC New’s website that, “the traditional media are playing a very, very dangerous game — with their readers, with the Constitution and with their own fates.

The Fourth Estate, the Media at large, has a planned part to play in the conduct of this nation. The original concept by the creators of the Constitution was to develop an extra-governmental watch-dog for the benefit of the people. The Fourth Estate has, in the words of Sean Hannity, died. Killed by the raw, unabashed bias of the media for liberal politics and the mad rush to elect Barack Obama. As Malone writes, the demise of journalism was not so much by the lack of reportorial efforts, but the restrictions imposed by the editors and publishers of the media. Here is an extract of Malone’s editorial.

Media’s Presidential Bias and Decline

Columnist Michael Malone Looks at Slanted Election Coverage and the Reasons Why

Column By MICHAEL S. MALONE

Oct. 24, 2008 —

The traditional media are playing a very, very dangerous game — with their readers, with the Constitution and with their own fates.

The sheer bias in the print and television coverage of this election campaign is not just bewildering, but appalling. And over the last few months I’ve found myself slowly moving from shaking my head at the obvious one-sided reporting, to actually shouting at the screen of my television and my laptop computer.

But worst of all, for the last couple weeks, I’ve begun — for the first time in my adult life — to be embarrassed to admit what I do for a living. A few days ago, when asked by a new acquaintance what I did for a living, I replied that I was “a writer,” because I couldn’t bring myself to admit to a stranger that I’m a journalist.

You need to understand how painful this is for me. I am one of those people who truly bleeds ink when I’m cut. I am a fourth-generation newspaperman. As family history tells it, my great-grandfather was a newspaper editor in Abilene, Kan., during the last of the cowboy days, then moved to Oregon to help start the Oregon Journal (now the Oregonian).

My hard-living — and when I knew her, scary — grandmother was one of the first women reporters for the Los Angeles Times. And my father, though profoundly dyslexic, followed a long career in intelligence to finish his life (thanks to word processors and spellcheckers) as a very successful freelance writer. I’ve spent 30 years in every part of journalism, from beat reporter to magazine editor. And my oldest son, following in the family business, so to speak, earned his first national byline before he earned his drivers license.

So, when I say I’m deeply ashamed right now to be called a “journalist,” you can imagine just how deep that cuts into my soul.

Malone continues…

The Presidential Campaign

But nothing, nothing I’ve seen has matched the media bias on display in the current presidential campaign.

Republicans are justifiably foaming at the mouth over the sheer one-sidedness of the press coverage of the two candidates and their running mates. But in the last few days, even Democrats, who have been gloating over the pass — no, make that shameless support — they’ve gotten from the press, are starting to get uncomfortable as they realize that no one wins in the long run when we don’t have a free and fair press.

I was one of the first people in the traditional media to call for the firing of Dan Rather — not because of his phony story, but because he refused to admit his mistake — but, bless him, even Gunga Dan thinks the media is one-sided in this election.

Now, don’t get me wrong. I’m not one of those people who think the media has been too hard on, say, Republican vice presidential nominee Gov. Sarah Palin, by rushing reportorial SWAT teams to her home state of Alaska to rifle through her garbage. This is the big leagues, and if she wants to suit up and take the field, then Gov. Palin better be ready to play.

The few instances where I think the press has gone too far — such as the Times reporter talking to prospective first lady Cindy McCain’s daughter’s MySpace friends — can easily be solved with a few newsroom smackdowns and temporary repostings to the Omaha bureau.

No, what I object to (and I think most other Americans do as well) is the lack of equivalent hardball coverage of the other side — or worse, actively serving as attack dogs for the presidential ticket of Sens. Barack Obama, D-Ill., and Joe Biden, D-Del.

If the current polls are correct, we are about to elect as president of the United States a man who is essentially a cipher, who has left almost no paper trail, seems to have few friends (that at least will talk) and has entire years missing out of his biography.

That isn’t Sen. Obama’s fault: His job is to put his best face forward. No, it is the traditional media’s fault, for it alone (unlike the alternative media) has had the resources to cover this story properly, and has systematically refused to do so.

Why, for example to quote the lawyer for Republican presidential nominee Sen. John McCain, R-Ariz., haven’t we seen an interview with Sen. Obama’s grad school drug dealer — when we know all about Mrs. McCain’s addiction? Are Bill Ayers and Tony Rezko that hard to interview? All those phony voter registrations that hard to scrutinize? And why are Sen. Biden’s endless gaffes almost always covered up, or rationalized, by the traditional media?

And finally, comments concerning “Joe the Plumber.”

Joe the Plumber

The absolute nadir (though I hate to commit to that, as we still have two weeks before the election) came with Joe the Plumber.

Middle America, even when they didn’t agree with Joe, looked on in horror as the press took apart the private life of an average person who had the temerity to ask a tough question of a presidential candidate. So much for the standing up for the little man. So much for speaking truth to power. So much for comforting the afflicted and afflicting the comfortable, and all of those other catchphrases we journalists used to believe we lived by.

I learned a long time ago that when people or institutions begin to behave in a matter that seems to be entirely against their own interests, it’s because we don’t understand what their motives really are. It would seem that by so exposing their biases and betting everything on one candidate over another, the traditional media is trying to commit suicide — especially when, given our currently volatile world and economy, the chances of a successful Obama presidency, indeed any presidency, is probably less than 50/50.

Furthermore, I also happen to believe that most reporters, whatever their political bias, are human torpedoes & and, had they been unleashed, would have raced in and roughed up the Obama campaign as much as they did McCain’s. That’s what reporters do. I was proud to have been one, and I’m still drawn to a good story, any good story, like a shark to blood in the water.

So why weren’t those legions of hungry reporters set loose on the Obama campaign? Who are the real villains in this story of mainstream media betrayal?

The editors. The men and women you don’t see; the people who not only decide what goes in the paper, but what doesn’t; the managers who give the reporters their assignments and lay out the editorial pages. They are the real culprits.

Malone’s conclusion is that the editors of the various print and electronic media have deliberately restrained commentary and criticism about Obama and his liberal, socialist goals and tactics, while unleashing the wolves against McCain, Palin and conservatives at large. Malone’s editorial is a telling indictment against the current state of the Mainstream Media, the lack of ethics and in general, condemnation of Journalism as it is currently practiced.

For the full article, go here.

A Journalist View on Media Bias.

Michael S. Malone writes in an editorial on ABC New’s website that, “the traditional media are playing a very, very dangerous game — with their readers, with the Constitution and with their own fates.

The Fourth Estate, the Media at large, has a planned part to play in the conduct of this nation. The original concept by the creators of the Constitution was to develop an extra-governmental watch-dog for the benefit of the people. The Fourth Estate has, in the words of Sean Hannity, died. Killed by the raw, unabashed bias of the media for liberal politics and the mad rush to elect Barack Obama. As Malone writes, the demise of journalism was not so much by the lack of reportorial efforts, but the restrictions imposed by the editors and publishers of the media. Here is an extract of Malone’s editorial.

Media’s Presidential Bias and Decline

Columnist Michael Malone Looks at Slanted Election Coverage and the Reasons Why

Column By MICHAEL S. MALONE

Oct. 24, 2008 —

The traditional media are playing a very, very dangerous game — with their readers, with the Constitution and with their own fates.

The sheer bias in the print and television coverage of this election campaign is not just bewildering, but appalling. And over the last few months I’ve found myself slowly moving from shaking my head at the obvious one-sided reporting, to actually shouting at the screen of my television and my laptop computer.

But worst of all, for the last couple weeks, I’ve begun — for the first time in my adult life — to be embarrassed to admit what I do for a living. A few days ago, when asked by a new acquaintance what I did for a living, I replied that I was “a writer,” because I couldn’t bring myself to admit to a stranger that I’m a journalist.

You need to understand how painful this is for me. I am one of those people who truly bleeds ink when I’m cut. I am a fourth-generation newspaperman. As family history tells it, my great-grandfather was a newspaper editor in Abilene, Kan., during the last of the cowboy days, then moved to Oregon to help start the Oregon Journal (now the Oregonian).

My hard-living — and when I knew her, scary — grandmother was one of the first women reporters for the Los Angeles Times. And my father, though profoundly dyslexic, followed a long career in intelligence to finish his life (thanks to word processors and spellcheckers) as a very successful freelance writer. I’ve spent 30 years in every part of journalism, from beat reporter to magazine editor. And my oldest son, following in the family business, so to speak, earned his first national byline before he earned his drivers license.

So, when I say I’m deeply ashamed right now to be called a “journalist,” you can imagine just how deep that cuts into my soul.

Malone continues…

The Presidential Campaign

But nothing, nothing I’ve seen has matched the media bias on display in the current presidential campaign.

Republicans are justifiably foaming at the mouth over the sheer one-sidedness of the press coverage of the two candidates and their running mates. But in the last few days, even Democrats, who have been gloating over the pass — no, make that shameless support — they’ve gotten from the press, are starting to get uncomfortable as they realize that no one wins in the long run when we don’t have a free and fair press.

I was one of the first people in the traditional media to call for the firing of Dan Rather — not because of his phony story, but because he refused to admit his mistake — but, bless him, even Gunga Dan thinks the media is one-sided in this election.

Now, don’t get me wrong. I’m not one of those people who think the media has been too hard on, say, Republican vice presidential nominee Gov. Sarah Palin, by rushing reportorial SWAT teams to her home state of Alaska to rifle through her garbage. This is the big leagues, and if she wants to suit up and take the field, then Gov. Palin better be ready to play.

The few instances where I think the press has gone too far — such as the Times reporter talking to prospective first lady Cindy McCain’s daughter’s MySpace friends — can easily be solved with a few newsroom smackdowns and temporary repostings to the Omaha bureau.

No, what I object to (and I think most other Americans do as well) is the lack of equivalent hardball coverage of the other side — or worse, actively serving as attack dogs for the presidential ticket of Sens. Barack Obama, D-Ill., and Joe Biden, D-Del.

If the current polls are correct, we are about to elect as president of the United States a man who is essentially a cipher, who has left almost no paper trail, seems to have few friends (that at least will talk) and has entire years missing out of his biography.

That isn’t Sen. Obama’s fault: His job is to put his best face forward. No, it is the traditional media’s fault, for it alone (unlike the alternative media) has had the resources to cover this story properly, and has systematically refused to do so.

Why, for example to quote the lawyer for Republican presidential nominee Sen. John McCain, R-Ariz., haven’t we seen an interview with Sen. Obama’s grad school drug dealer — when we know all about Mrs. McCain’s addiction? Are Bill Ayers and Tony Rezko that hard to interview? All those phony voter registrations that hard to scrutinize? And why are Sen. Biden’s endless gaffes almost always covered up, or rationalized, by the traditional media?

And finally, comments concerning “Joe the Plumber.”

Joe the Plumber

The absolute nadir (though I hate to commit to that, as we still have two weeks before the election) came with Joe the Plumber.

Middle America, even when they didn’t agree with Joe, looked on in horror as the press took apart the private life of an average person who had the temerity to ask a tough question of a presidential candidate. So much for the standing up for the little man. So much for speaking truth to power. So much for comforting the afflicted and afflicting the comfortable, and all of those other catchphrases we journalists used to believe we lived by.

I learned a long time ago that when people or institutions begin to behave in a matter that seems to be entirely against their own interests, it’s because we don’t understand what their motives really are. It would seem that by so exposing their biases and betting everything on one candidate over another, the traditional media is trying to commit suicide — especially when, given our currently volatile world and economy, the chances of a successful Obama presidency, indeed any presidency, is probably less than 50/50.

Furthermore, I also happen to believe that most reporters, whatever their political bias, are human torpedoes & and, had they been unleashed, would have raced in and roughed up the Obama campaign as much as they did McCain’s. That’s what reporters do. I was proud to have been one, and I’m still drawn to a good story, any good story, like a shark to blood in the water.

So why weren’t those legions of hungry reporters set loose on the Obama campaign? Who are the real villains in this story of mainstream media betrayal?

The editors. The men and women you don’t see; the people who not only decide what goes in the paper, but what doesn’t; the managers who give the reporters their assignments and lay out the editorial pages. They are the real culprits.

Malone’s conclusion is that the editors of the various print and electronic media have deliberately restrained commentary and criticism about Obama and his liberal, socialist goals and tactics, while unleashing the wolves against McCain, Palin and conservatives at large. Malone’s editorial is a telling indictment against the current state of the Mainstream Media, the lack of ethics and in general, condemnation of Journalism as it is currently practiced.

For the full article, go here.

The Haint

Living in the country gave Dad an opportunity to indulge in one of his pleasures—‘coon and fox hunting. Dad raised dogs as a sideline to farming and working the mines and was famous locally for his field trial dogs and awards. Over the years he raised various hounds, Blue Ticks, Foxhounds, Beagles and Bassets. We always had dogs and during the summer, night-running, that is hunting raccoons and foxes was a prime sport.

A night-run would usually start with one of our neighbors stopping by in the late afternoon, or Dad stopping off at some neighbors on the way home from the mines and making “arrangements.” About 8 o’clock in the evening, Dad and I would gather up the dogs in the back of his government surplus GMC pickup and we’d head off to Miller’s bridge in the Big Muddy River bottoms. By 9 o’clock, there would be a half dozen to a dozen pickups and cars parked along the road on both sides of the bridge. Whoever arrived first would start a fire and put on a bucket of water for coffee. Others brought their refreshment in crockery jugs and mason jars.

After the dogs were let loose, we’d stand around sipping coffee, sodas for me and the other boys. A few of the men passed around jugs and mason jars. Soon the men would tell stories about local democrat politics, union politics, or long-gone gansters like Charlie Birger, whom Dad saw hung in 1929. Amid all the talk, everyone kept an ear out listening to the running dogs. When the dogs found a trail, their barks changed. We would listen and speculate on the location of the dog pack. Often the dogs would chase a fox or ‘coon in a circle around the trucks and back and forth across the river. On occasion, the dogs would chase a deer and not return home until late the next day. More often, their barks would change to howls and we’d know they had something treed. When that happened, off we’d go with lanterns held high and a pistol and rifle or two.

This night, the dogs got on the trail of something different. From time to time we’d hear a high-pitched squalling, almost a scream. Whatever made the sound would stop and let the dogs catch up and we’d hear dogs barking, howling, and the unknown something screaming. The fight would last a few minutes and then the chase would take off once again. We followed the dogs about two miles into the brush, briars and trees of the bottoms when we heard the dogs barking “Treed!”

The tree was a large oak on a small rise in the middle of a slough. We held the lanterns up (mostly kerosene, white-gas Coleman lanterns were too expensive) and shine some flashlights into the trees to see what had been caught.

It wasn’t a ‘coon or ‘possum. It was long, almost slinky, dark furred and much larger than a ‘coon. The animal would let loose a loud squalling scream that made some of the men think we’d treed a “panther.” While we were speculating on the nature of the beast, it dropped from the tree into the middle of the pack of dogs and the fight was on!

Dogs barked, growled and howled, the animal squalled and screamed, men shouted and hollered. A few wanted to shoot the animal, but no one dared because the dogs were too close. In a few minutes, the dogs started running off in all directions. It wasn’t long before we noticed the dogs were all gone and in the dark we could hear the animal hissing, circling us just outside the light of the lanterns. Once or twice, someone caught the animal in the light of a flashlight and took a shot. I don’t think anyone ever came close to hitting it.

Dad and I finally got home about five in the morning. Mom was fit to be tied and Grandma had just got up to begin breakfast. Dad said he didn’t know what we’d found. Grandma called it a “Haint.” She said she had heard them from time to time all her life out in the river bottoms.

Years later when I was in college, I passed through the University museum, a short-cut between buidings, and saw the animal, mounted on display. The sign called it a Fisher. The mounted animal was quite small, the size of a large housecat. The one Dad and I saw was much larger, as large as a large dog, large enough to fight a dozen dogs and win. I’ve never seen one since, but I still remember it’s scream.