July 4th National Tea Party


This coming Saturday, July 4th, 2009, is the next National Tea Party. My wife and I attended the last Tea Party in Kansas City and it was a great success. BTW, that’s my picture in that posting.

This coming Saturday, is the next National Tea Party. You can find the closest Tea Party to your location at http://www.teapartyday.com/. In Kansas City, there are fourTea Parties listed, one at the J. C. Nichols Fountain on 47th Street in the Plaza area. Another will be in Independence, another north of the river in Kansas City, North and still another in Lees Summit.

Please plan on attending one in your locale.

Words can’t describe how I feel


I had to go into the office today. This was the first time in over a year because my company laptop went toes-up and I had to get it fixed. So, I spent a good part of this morning and afternoon running from one office to another. And, it was hot!

Betwixt offices I listened to Rush on the radio. Just before he went off the air, a caller announced that she’d finally read all 300 pages added just before the vote. In that mess were provisions for a government inspection required before you could sell your house. It had to be “green”, meet all EPA requirements and contain “government approved” wiring, appliances, windows and insulation, etc. If you didn’t meet the required specifications, you couldn’t sell your house until you did!!!

This is tyranny. At the present time, as long as the seller was truthful with buyer about the condition of the house, the two parties could negotiate selling/buying terms until both parties were satisfied. Now, the government will make that decision and that means another new federal bureaucracy, more waste and more tax money to fund the new agency.

Arrghhh!!!!

A Hole in the Clouds

From the International Space Station in orbit comes this photograph.

Stunning pictures of ‘hole in the clouds’ as astronauts witness volcano eruption from the International Space Station

By Eddie Wrenn
Last updated at 4:28 PM on 24th June 2009

A chance recording by astronauts on the International Space Station has captured the moment a volcano explosively erupted, sending massive shockwaves through the atmosphere.

Sarychev Peak, one of the most active volcanoes in the world, had been sitting quietly in the Kuril Island chain near Japan for 20 years, when it suddenly sprang to life on June 12.

Fortuitously, the International Space Station was flying overhead at the time, and managed to capture this spectacular image of the ash-cloud tearing through the atmosphere, sending clouds scattering in its wake in a perfect circle.

Enlarge Bird's Eye View: Safe from harm, NASA scientists look down on the Sarychev Peak volcano as the dramatic eruption takes place. The force of the blast sends clouds scattering

Bird’s eye view: Safe from harm, NASA scientists look down on the Sarychev Peak volcano as the dramatic eruption takes place. The force of the blast sends clouds scattering

A Hole in the Clouds

From the International Space Station in orbit comes this photograph.

Stunning pictures of ‘hole in the clouds’ as astronauts witness volcano eruption from the International Space Station

By Eddie Wrenn
Last updated at 4:28 PM on 24th June 2009

A chance recording by astronauts on the International Space Station has captured the moment a volcano explosively erupted, sending massive shockwaves through the atmosphere.

Sarychev Peak, one of the most active volcanoes in the world, had been sitting quietly in the Kuril Island chain near Japan for 20 years, when it suddenly sprang to life on June 12.

Fortuitously, the International Space Station was flying overhead at the time, and managed to capture this spectacular image of the ash-cloud tearing through the atmosphere, sending clouds scattering in its wake in a perfect circle.

Enlarge Bird's Eye View: Safe from harm, NASA scientists look down on the Sarychev Peak volcano as the dramatic eruption takes place. The force of the blast sends clouds scattering

Bird’s eye view: Safe from harm, NASA scientists look down on the Sarychev Peak volcano as the dramatic eruption takes place. The force of the blast sends clouds scattering

Marshal O

I was reading Farmgirl’s account of the police chase in Smalltown, CO. Like many small town police forces, the local LEOs sometimes aren’t the sharpest knife in the drawer. Her account made me remember a lawman from my childhood, Marshal O H. For my privacy’s sake, I’ll not provide this lawman’s real name.

I grew up near Benton, IL. Benton was a farming and coal mining town and the Franklin County seat. Benton also had a “suburb” or as the residents like to say, Benton was a suburb of West City, IL. The two towns were adjacent and grew from two coal mining communities that gradually grew together. Benton had, at that time, a population of around 10,000 people. West City was, at best, a tenth of that.

Getting back to Marshal O. Marshal O was the city Marshal of West City. In fact, I think he was the only law enforcement officer of West City. At least, he was the only one I remember. You see, Marshal O was the template that was later used to develop the character, Barney Fife.

Case in point. The time is 1960, plus or minus a year. Ruger had just begun to sell their single action version of the Colt Single Action Army pistol. Marshal O fell in love with it and bought two, first in .357mag and later in .44mag. He wore them western style one on each hip and would often parade down the line of bars that made up the business district of West City.

Like many small town marshals of that era, Marshal O was paid poorly. Very poorly, but unlike other poorly paid folks, Marshal O could supplement his salary by rigorous law enforcement—traffic fines. He got a cut from every offender he bought in before the West City, JP. Usually this was speeding and other vehicular offenses, but also for truants. In addition to his other duties, Marshal O was also the Truant Officer. Consequently, he roamed West City during the school week looking for school age kids not in school. He liked to find a high schooler cutting classes and out with a car because then he’d get a twofer.

Late in the spring of that year, a kid from another town in the county owned a Ford that he’d been adding some “enhancements.” Perhaps he was working with some of the local moonshiners, perhaps not. But this kid liked to drive—fast. And, through nearby West City. He really liked to tweak Marshal O’s nose.

Marshal O’s squad car was his personally owned vehicle, a 1958 Pontiac. Marshal O had spent quite a large amount of money on “enhancements” on his car as well, plus lights, siren and a radio set up on the Benton and Franklin County radio nets. If Marshal O chased a speeder into neighboring Benton or out into the county, he was very consistent in notifying those agencies that he was in hot pursuit. It also gave him credit for the eventual capture and a few more $$ in his tip jar.

On this particular day, the kid came roaring down the curve entering the west side of West City, right past one of Marshal O’s ambush sites. The kid was spotted and the chase was on. The two tear through West City into Benton, down some side streets to North Main and then north on Illinois Rte 37. The kid weaved in and out of traffic. Marshal O followed lights, blazing and siren screaming.

A few miles north of Benton, according to the report in the Benton Evening News, the kid turned off on a gravel road. At this point, amid all the dirt, gravel and dust, the kid was winning and Marshal O thought he was about to escape and there’d be no one to pay for the new paint job the Pontiac would need after all the chips created by the kid’s flying gravel.

It was getting dark. The sun was about half way down, and the dust made visibility worse so Marshal O decided it was time for drastic measures. He drew his Ruger, rolled down the window and tried to shoot out the kid’s tires. Uhhh, I did say Marshal O wasn’t the sharpest knife in drawer, didn’t I?

Boom! Marshal O fires his first shot. The kid keeps going, a little faster perhaps.

Boom! He fires the second shot. The kid keeps going and the separation is increasing.

Boom! Marshal O fires the third shot and the car engine quits. Marshal O’s Pontiac engine, that is. The kid disappears down the road in the midst of dust.

The next day, Marshal O’s Pontiac is on display out front of the Pontiac dealer “waiting for a bay to open.” Across the hood are three large bullet holes. There is another hole in the radiator, another in the battery, and the prized dual, 4-barreled carb is in pieces.

Marshal O shot his own horse, so to speak. The Evening News printed a picture on the front page of the paper’s next edition, and Marshal O fed county gossip for months. At the beginning of the following fiscal year, the West City city council deleted the office of City Marshal and made a deal with Benton to have the Benton police provide coverage for West City.

Marshal O tried to get other LEO jobs in the county. He even tried to get a job as a Sheriff’s Deputy but no one wanted him. His reputation had preceded him. I don’t remember what happened to Marshal O after that. All-in-all, West City saved some money by having Benton take over from Marshal O.

Primer News

This just in…

Primer news from Sinclair, Inc. All out now but expecting more in soon.

Ministry of Defeat

I came across this book review whilst on the internet (h/t to Chris Nuttall). I don’t have a link to the source of this particular review, but it shouldn’t be difficult to find if you want to read more. Here is a link to a blog that discusses the book, although not this particular review.

Caveat: I’m a bit of an Anglophile. My father was born in the UK. But, I do NOT support the British government and their slavish, tyrannical treatment of their people.

Ministry of Defeat

(Richard North)

The odd thing about the American defeat – if such a word can be used – in Vietnam is that it came about through internal problems, not military defeat. The Viet Cong were beaten. The North Vietnamese Army was beaten. The bombing of North Vietnam was shockingly effective (although this was not appreciated at the time.) The US effectively won the war. It was defeated by the home front and an astonishingly effective propaganda campaign. Not for the first time, the communists probably didn’t believe their own success.

The odd thing about the British ‘victory’ in Southern Iraq is…well, it was a defeat. Worse, it was a defeat that came about because of flawed political and military decisions, taken not by the men on the spot, but men in Whitehall. The scale of the disaster was never understood by the home front – even I didn’t know the half of it, and I am as well-informed as any civilian could reasonably hope to be – due to a compliant media and a sheer lack of comprehension. The British government preferred to believe it’s own ‘spin’ rather than the truth. In doing so, they betrayed the British soldiers who went to war without the right equipment and no clear plan, and the country itself. Charges of treason would not be inappropriate.

That is the conclusion, one I strongly endorse, of this remarkable book. There are actually relatively few British writings on the subject of Iraq, although Sniper One and Eight Lives Down provide some insight into the lives of the soldiers there. It should be noted that Sniper One paints a picture of Basra – and Iraq – that was at variance with the official government-promoted version of events. Ministry of Defeat provides an overall history of the occupation – something that has been sorely lacking – and details, in a very ‘take no prisoners’ attitude, just went wrong in Iraq.

The core of the matter, North writes, is that the British Government refused to recognise that it had a serious problem on its hands. As the militias gained power in Basra, the government preferred to believe that it wasn’t a serious issue – little more than a public order issue – and convinced itself that Britain’s expertise from Northern Ireland gave it an advantage over the US. That might have been true if the expertise had actually been used (it wasn’t)…but in any case, Basra was not Northern Ireland. This little piece of self-delusion cost lives, Mr Blair! The troops in Ireland had far better intelligence and much higher troop levels. Much has been made of the shortage of American troops after the Fall of Baghdad, but the British had the same problem and, unlike the US, the MOD learned fuck-all from the experience.

If that wasn’t bad enough, the equipment procurement process was badly screwed up. When the RAF was being allowed to spend billions on the Eurofighter, the Army had to make do with the Snatch Land Rover – which Northern Ireland experience had shown was badly under-armoured – which caused the deaths of many British soldiers. The issue was not that the British Army was under-funded – although soldiers were being underpaid for their role – but that the money was being spent on long-term programs that would not provide useful equipment (if that) in time to be useful.

It is quite typical, as Donald Rumsfield pointed out years ago, that countries go to war with an army that is unprepared for the task. It is rather less typical that a country would go to war, find itself in serious shit…and then continue blithely developing technology that was effectively useless, prepared for the wrong war. Instead of fighting the last war, the UK was looking towards a hypothetical European RRF, one of Tony Blair’s pet projects. Billions have been spent – for nothing. Common sense would tell someone of Blair’s intelligence – surely – that a European force wasn’t on the cards. When has the EU ever agreed on an enemy?

The British media also comes in for bashing. Not, it should be noted, for the largely American left-wing media army bashing, but for being the dog that didn’t bark. The MOD generally tried to spoon-feed propaganda to the British TV, which largely ate it up and came back and begged for more. Early signs of trouble were ignored, or taken out of context, and even when the media did pick up on signs of trouble, they never understood the underlying factors behind the war. The media did pick up on problems with the Snatch vehicles, but took the ‘under-funded military’ line rather than realising the truth. Reporters who questioned the army line, such as Christina Lamb in Afghanistan, found themselves blacklisted.

The core reason for British ‘success’ in Iraq, North notes, was that the UK never really had control over Basra. The Shia inhabitants of the area, after the events of 1991, preferred to organise themselves rather than trust the coalition. Iran was seen as a better ally by some, a deadly threat by others, but always as a far more significant player than the coalition. Under constant attack, the British forces were slowly withdrawn from the area, conceding control to the militias, who started to loot, rape and slaughter at will. The inglorious end to the story – the retaking of Basra by Iraqi forces with American support in 2008 – was barely a footnote in the British media.

The contrast between Iraq and the Falklands is staggering. The Falklands were another ‘come as you are’ war, one fought by a far more determined PM for limited goals…and one that Britain came closer to losing than anyone would like to admit. After that war, the lessons were learned and incorporated into new developments. Iraq seems, instead, to be the forgotten war. If that wasn’t bad enough, most of the mistakes are already being repeated in Afghanistan.

This is an angry book, written by an angry man. It isn’t pleasant reading for anyone with a British heritage, but it is necessary reading. God help us.