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Monday, November 15, 2010

A Wise Old Hunter Once Told Me ...

... Never go hunting on opening day.


Yes, it occurred on opening day, up in Alleghany County.

Want to know why you never want to go in the woods on opening day?

"The group of 10 to 12 hunters was using the deer drive tactic, where one or more hunters drive deer toward others waiting to shoot."

For the love of God.

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Yeah, we used to do this dove hunting in open fields of corn stubble.  But # 9 shot only stings when you get hit.  Besides you're shooting upward more or less most of the time.  A 7mm magnum round will go right through you and your other 11 companions too.

There Can Be Only One History

And that's why it's important that historians get it right the first time (and all revisionists should burn in hell).

This is a rather small matter.  But one that I still find to be an odd lot.

How did "historian" and author Joy Masoff get it so wrong when she penned "Our Virginia, Past and Present"?

You may have heard all the hubbub created by her revelation that black slaves were recruited by and fought for the Confederacy during the Civil War.  Which was news to me, a serious student of history.

Though it probably didn't deserve all the cerebrovascular apoplexy that it fostered (as might have been expected, the Roanoke Times editorial team jumped into the "controversy" with veins popping, mouths agape, and requisite indignation on prescribed sleeve), it still is a moderately bad boo-boo.

I keep going through my memory banks trying to figure out how in the heck this notion could have made its way into her book.  And I come up with zilch. (Thousands of slaves were deployed in those years to build fortifications and dig trenches for the Confederate armies, but one has to make a sizable leap in calling that "fighting.")

So I'll blame it on indigestion. (The Roanoke Times blamed the author for being from New York; I'm willing to go along with that one too.)

Whatever happened, I'm betting the author learned a lesson in all this.  Get history right.  Or embarrass the living crap out of yourself.

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The link above is to a Roanoke Times column brought to us by John Long, director of the Salem Museum.  A cautionary memo to Mr. Long: Someone at the Times hates you.  How else to explain the photo of you that the paper continues to use?  The one that makes you look like a complete goof?


Demand a new one.


Unless that's as good as it gets.


In which case get a ghostwriter.

After All These Years ...

I've learned over time to rely on the good old smell test to determine whether or not "scientists" knew what they were talking about when they made what seemed to be really wacky pronouncements based upon really weird theories justified by the strangest of evidence.

And I suppose I first adopted that test back when said "scientists" announced to the world that automobile refrigerant was causing dangerous paroxysms to occur in the outer regions of the stratosphere.

Remember when chlorofluorocarbons (or CFC's as they were affectionately called) were all the rage among activist "scientists" back in the 70's?  A rage taken up by Washington's mindless liberals who immediately called for draconian legislative measures?  A trend that resulted in R-12 (a tried-and-true and cheap automobile refrigerant) being effectively banned here in the USA?  

R-12, and your air conditioning system, we were told, were causing these massive holes to appear in the ozone layer of the upper atmosphere.

Believe it or not.

Smell something?

Well, all these years later ...

See "Stubborn Antarctic Ozone Hole refuses to change," by Anthony Watts.

"Maybe it is because the major catalyst isn’t CFC’s after all?"

I want my R-12 back.

And I want every one of those "scientists" and liberal hysterics who caused it to be banned banned.

Where Gov't Provides a Brief But Memorable Benefit

This is kinda cool.  I once had to pay for this sort of thing:


Right there!  A little to the left.  Yeah, right there! 

Now a federal employee is willing to give it to me for free.

Don't let it be said that we're opposed to all government ... intrusions ... into our private lives.

Dither Dither

Precious American lives are being lost.  And for what?

"We have to assemble a coherent narrative . . . that everyone buys into," said a senior administration official who answers to a president who made a solemn withdrawal from Afghanistan pledge in July, but who now argues in favor of staying the course into 2014, but without any clear motivation for doing so, and who can be expected to make a different solemn pledge sometime in the next lunar calendar.

Our young men and women in uniform deserve better than this.  If Obama is going to order them to their deaths, shouldn't he give them a halfway decent reason for doing so?

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Then:


Now:


What does that even mean?

Go Ahead. Play Their Game.

The liberal press in this country is back to giving ... friendly ... advice to the Republicans who effectively hold the power in Washington. That advice?


And good advice it is.

Start by avoiding any discussions that have to do with homosexuals in the military, a social issue if there ever was one.

And let the Washington Post editorial staff know that you are doing as asked when it calls for an end to "Don't Ask, Don't Tell," as it is doing this morning.

But ... but ... but ...

A Wake-up Call To Washington Republicans

We're not playing around, fellas.

A question: Wasn't it in 2006 that the GOP lost control of both the House and the Senate?

They can blame George W. Bush.



Or they can look in the mirror:
Republicans will face many fiscal tests as the next Congress unfolds, not least writing new budget rules that make it harder to tax and spend. But if Republicans mean it when they say they understand that their mandate from voters is to stop the Washington spending spree, they'll start by restraining themselves.
Want the tea party to become the Tea Party?  Ignore us again.

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Are you listening, Bob?