Sunday, October 28, 2012
My apologies for the formatting, apparently Marxists aren't very conscientious, and really I just don't give two shits about their wanton behaviors. 1. Abolition of private property in land and application of all rents of land to public purpose.
2. A heavy progressive or graduated income tax.
3. Abolition of all rights of inheritance.
4. Confiscation of the property of all emigrants and rebels.
5. Centralization of credit in the hands of the state, by means of a national bank with state capital and an exclusive monopoly.
6. Centralization of the means of communication and transportation in the hands of the state.
7. Extension of factories and instruments of production owned by the state; the bringing into cultivation of waste lands, and the improvement of the soil generally in accordance with a common plan.
8. Equal obligation of all to work. Establishment of Industrial armies, especially for agriculture.
9. Combination of agriculture with manufacturing industries; gradual abolition of the distinction between town and country by a more equable distribution of the population over the country.
10. Free education for all children in government schools. Abolition of children's factory labor in its present form. Combination of education with industrial production, etc. etc.
So, is the U.S. a "free country" today? Hardly! Not compared to what it once was. Yet, very few Americans today challenge these Marxist institutions, and there are virtually no politicians calling for their repeal or even gradual phase-out. While the United States of America may still have more freedoms than most other countries, we have nonetheless lost many crucial liberties and have accepted the major socialist attacks on freedom and private property as normal parts of our way of life. The nation, whose founders included such individualists as Thomas Jefferson, George Mason, James Madison, John Adams and Patrick Henry, has gradually turned away from the principles of individual rights, limited constitutional government, private property, and free markets and instead we increasingly have embraced the failed ideas and nostrums of socialism and fascism. We should hang our heads in shame for having allowed this to happen.
But, it is not too late to reverse these pernicious burdens and instead enact pro-freedom reforms to put our nation back on track again. It can be done.
In some ways the Left has a head start over us on the pro-freedom Right. The enemies of American freedom do admittedly dominate the entertainment industry, television news media, and academia -- but we have the tremendous strategic advantage that reality (including man's nature) is on our side; so, unlike the socialists and "liberals" (welfare-state fascists), we are not in the position of having to advocate a system which constantly tries to "make water to go uphill" -- or force human beings into a rigid utopian staitjacket based on the whims of some clique of central planning bureaucrats. We know that individual freedom for peaceful people within a constitutional republic works in practice; our country's history demonstrates that. The piecemeal abandonment of those principles and institutions which once made America great has proved to be a a dead-end road to failure. That is why I tend to be a long-term optimist even though things often look pretty glum in the meantime. Just as Prohibition was eventually repealed, I feel encouraged that such key statist achievements as the income tax, government schools, fiat money/central banking (the Federal Reserve), "environmentalist" regulations, property forfeiture laws, and other Marxist planks and leftist institutions can be rolled back and repealed altogether, although it may take several decades.
Those who would carry forward the ideas and principles of self-ownership, private property, free markets, laissez faire, the rule of law, and constitutionalism which informed America's founders must become more active on the key ideological battle fronts. We need more influence not just in politics, but in areas of entertainment, academia, journalism, think tanks, churches (we need our own individualist Walter Rauschenbushes), literature, art, and other venues of expression and activism.
Marxism and socialism have proved to be colossal failures all over the world. As Frederic Bastiat wrote in his classic The Law just prior to his death, "let us now try liberty"!
Take it how it's written, that's what we do with the 'Good Book'!!!
Thursday, December 31, 2009
Saturday, December 12, 2009
Okay ... so I have a fair few updates to give you, which is why I'm actually writing a full post. As my regular followers know, my schedule does not follow the 1960's model of Monday-Friday, 9-5. I am, in fact, working Wednesday - Sunday 11pm-7am, and even that changes from time to time. So ... armed with that knowledge ... on with the adventures in driving story.
On Wednesday night, I was heading into work, through the snow and the muck. Hmm ... for those of you who don't know ... here in Omaha NE we got around a foot of snow Tuesday night. So I'm tooling down the road, I hit the on ramp for the expressway and halfway down the ramp I spun out. Now, mind you, I have a 4x4; it's a baby 4x4 ... but still. However ... when I landed front wheels into an embankment of snow, I was unable to push, pull or prod my little Suki truck out. I was thinking to myself ... 'hell's bells, I'm gonna need to call my dad and have him come out in the cold'.
Alas and luckily some VERY excellent sameritans stopped to help. One of these fine fine people had a truck with a winch and pulled my little Suki truck right out!!! Oh good times. Adventures abound. Needless to say I was tense and on the verge of an anxiety attack the entire rest of the way to work. I did get there, without further incident.
I have been pretty blessed and have avoided being sick this fall and winter flu season. *knocks wood* However, this evening (after my evening nap before work) I woke up achy from head to foot. I'm hoping it subsides after a good and fair amount of sleep.
Speaking of sleep, mah doggies do not let me sleep more than 4 hours at a time. (Which has likely contributed to my illness here folks!) Saturday morning when I get home ... I'm playing with them for an hour, locking them back in the kitchen and closing my bedroom door to sleep for at LEAST 6 hours straight. I must do this, sorry pooches!!!
Another note on the Pooches ... Kadee is a loverly doggy ... Sookie can now be renamed 'destructo'. Oh yeah ... if there's a scrap of paper or plastic somewhere ... ANYWHERE ... she'll find it ... and rip it to shreds. My vacuum is getting a workout.
On a final note, I do believe I'm going to take some photography classes at the local community college this coming spring. Hopefully, you'll be seeing more original photos from yours truly. I'll keep you up to date on all that.
Now, I'm going to crawl under my desk and take a nap, do not disturb.
It is by the fortune of God that, in this country, we have three benefits: freedom of speech, freedom of thought, and the wisdom never to use either.
What’s your favorite movie quote of all time?
My favorite? It's still, "Yipee ki ay, Mother F*&$er" Gotta love Die Hard.
adjective: Covered with freckles.
From Latin lentiginosus (freckled), from lentigo (freckle), from lens (lentil).
"I realised that my freckly Celtic complexion wasn't a curse I had to endure for life, and my offensively lentiginous skin could be smoothed into picture-perfect ivory."
Archaic Torso of Apollo
We cannot know his legendary head
with eyes like ripening fruit. And yet his torso
is still suffused with brilliance from inside,
like a lamp, in which his gaze, now turned to low,
gleams in all its power. Otherwise
the curved breast could not dazzle you so, nor could
a smile run through the placid hips and thighs
to that dark center where procreation flared.
Otherwise this stone would seem defaced
beneath the translucent cascade of the shoulders
and would not glisten like a wild beast’s fur:
would not, from all the borders of itself,
burst like a star: for here there is no place
that does not see you. You must change your life.
Rainer Maria Rilke
Tasty Potato Latkes
Typically served for Hanukkah, latkes are a traditional side dish beloved by people inside and outside the Jewish culture. Grated potatoes are held together with an egg liason and fried for a crispy potato cake made silky from the olive oil. Non-dairy sour cream keeps this dish kosher, but if that's not part of your tradition, try this cake topped with real sour cream or with plain yogurt. Latkes are a crowd-pleasing side dish, but they also make a delicious base for appetizer dips and spreads.
4 medium potatoes, about 1 1/2 pounds
3 tablespoons olive oil
2 eggs, slightly beaten
2 cloves garlic (optional)
1/2 teaspoon salt
2 tablespoons cooking oil
Non-dairy sour cream
Peel and finely shred potatoes. In a mixing bowl combine potatoes with olive oil, eggs,garlic (if desired), and salt. Using 1/3 cup mixture for each latke, press mixture into patties about the size of the palm of your hand, squeezing out excess liquid.
In a large skillet heat oil over medium-high heat. Carefully slide patties into hot oil.
Cook over medium-high heat about 2 minutes or until latkes are golden brown, turning once.
Repeat with remaining batter. Add cooking additional oil during cooking, as needed.
If necessary, reduce heat to medium to prevent overbrowning. Drain on paper towels and keep warm. Serve with non-dairy sour cream, if desired. Makes about 10 latkes. (Nutrition information is given per latke plus 1 teaspoon non-dairy sour cream.)
Thursday, December 10, 2009
Okay … so the Holidays are upon us. You might have noticed, I haven’t been blogging much. Honestly, it’s not that I’m so busy … but I am highly addicted to Facebook games at the moment.
I know I know … I’m sort of a dork. I am however, doing things for the holiday too, got my tree up, got some presents and wrapped them. So it’s not all FB all the time.
I actually only have a few more things to pick up and wrap for Christmas and then I’ll be done.
I’m planning on being back more regularly after the first of the year, until then my blogs will be pretty sporadic.
In the meantime, a short tug-o-war video for you.
I’m thinking I probably should have put it to music.
I’m testing out windows live writer, to see what it does on my bloggy blog … YAY!!!
Oh … super easy to add piccies!
I think I’m diggin’ this!
Monday, November 30, 2009
Sometimes it's hard to be human
Sometimes you have to have empathy
But not always
My President doesn't have to be on TV all the time!!!
Could he be doing something better? Like LEADING the country? YES he could!!!
Wednesday, November 25, 2009
Wednesday, November 11, 2009
Hullo folksies and bloggers and whatsiwhositers!!! How's your weekend going so far? Mine was pretty fantastic!!! I have Thursdays and Fridays off ... so the beginning of my workweek is Saturday at 11pm. Really not too shabby but there's always something wrong with starting your week on a Saturday. *sighs* Brightest Blessings,
Such is life when you live in a world that's 24/7/365!!! I know you all are happy for your produce, pampers, scott towels and such ... which is why I LOVE to come to work on the weekends!!!
I'm so freakin' pleased that I've installed Windows 7, I can't even begin to tell you how much better it is than Vista!!! I love love love it!!! *end gush*
My kidlets were pretty playful this weekend. I got a couple of shots of them ... but they were rather supine at the time. Hehe!!
I have no more news ... so here's a bit of a funny for ya ... and then on with the show!
What is Generation Y? I've wondered this myself... Now I know.
- The Silent generation , people born before 1946.
- The Baby Boomers , people born between 1946 and 1959.
- Generation X , people born between 1960 and 1979.
- Generation Y , people born between 1980 and 2009
Why do we call the last one generation Y? I did not know, but a cartoonist explains it eloquently below...Learned something new today!
Come to the edge, he said. They said: We are afraid. Come to the edge, he said. They came. He pushed them, And they flew...
If you could go back in time to another decade, which decade would you choose and why? Would you want to return or stay there? What if you could bring one other person with you?
noun: One who does useless work.
From Latin nihil (nothing).
"You may find yourself worrying that you're turning into a nihilarian."
Ode on Solitude
Happy the man, whose wish and care
A few paternal acres bound,
Content to breathe his native air,
In his own ground.
Whose heards with milk, whose fields with bread,
Whose flocks supply him with attire,
Whose trees in summer yield him shade,
In winter fire.
Blest! who can unconcern'dly find
Hours, days, and years slide soft away,
In health of body, peace of mind,
Quiet by day,
Sound sleep by night; study and ease
Together mix'd; sweet recreation,
And innocence, which most does please,
Thus let me live, unseen, unknown;
Thus unlamented let me dye;
Steal from the world, and not a stone
Tell where I lye.
Stuffed Shells w/ Arrabbiata Sauce
12 ounces (1 box) jumbo pasta shells (approximately 36 shells)
2 tablespoons olive oil, plus extra for greasing baking sheet
6 ounces thinly sliced pancetta, diced
2 teaspoons dried crushed red pepper flakes
2 garlic cloves, minced
5 cups marinara sauce
2 (15-ounce) containers whole milk ricotta cheese
1 1/3 cups grated Parmesan
4 large egg yolks
3 tablespoons chopped fresh Italian parsley leaves
3 tablespoon chopped fresh basil leaves
1 teaspoon chopped fresh mint leaves
1 1/2 teaspoons salt
1/2 teaspoon freshly ground black pepper
1 cup shredded mozzarella cheese
Lightly oil a 12 by 9 by 2-inch baking dish and set aside. Lightly oil the baking sheet and set aside.
Partially cook the pasta shells in a large pot of boiling salted water until slightly tender but still quite firm to the bite, about 4 to 6 minutes. You will continue cooking the shells in the oven after they have been stuffed. Using a slotted spoon, drain pasta shells and place on oiled baking sheet, spreading them out so that they don't stick together and allow to cool.
Heat the oil in a heavy medium saucepan over medium heat. Add the pancetta and saute until golden brown, about 5 minutes. Add the red pepper flakes. Add the garlic and saute until tender, about 1 minute. Add the marinara sauce. Bring the sauce to a simmer, stirring often.
In a medium bowl, stir the ricotta, Parmesan, egg yolks, basil, parsley, mint, salt, and pepper. Set aside.
Preheat the oven to 350 degrees F.
Spoon 1 1/4 cups of the sauce over the prepared baking dish. Fill the cooked shells with the cheese mixture, about 2 tablespoons per shell. Arrange the shells in the prepared dish. Spoon the remaining sauce over the shells, then sprinkle with the mozzarella.
Bake in the lower third of your oven until the filling is heated through and the top is golden brown, about 25 to 30 minutes.
Tuesday, November 10, 2009
I really am around folksies ... AND I have some excellent news too!!! I finally upgraded my home laptop to Win7 and it's speedy fast now. What does that mean, you ask? It means that I can read and comment on blogs from home now. I can upload piccies and whatnot too. I can do a lot more on blogger than I could ever do before!!! WOOT WOOT!!! I love that!
Other than that ... I have been reading your blogs. I haven't really felt very good the last few days, sort of addled in the brain due to sinusitis ... so nothing clever is coming to mind.
I'll tell ya a little bit about Sookie and Kadee though. Sookie of course always wants to play ... and sometimes Kadee does and sometimes she doesn't. Kadee backs herself into a corner and Sookie won't let her out. I've resorted to using the water torture method for curbing this behavior. Sookie is now shooting me quizzical looks at this new phenomenon!
However, on Tuesday night ... the two of them were tearing after eachother through the apartment ... Kadee was chasing Sookie, it was good to see.
I was a bit afraid that Kadee would feel tortured yet again by another dog. (The reason she was at the shelter was because her original owners had her and her sibling. Kadee's sibling was a bully, and Kadee isn't very good at sticking up for herself)
My food plan is a bit shot again because of my schedule change, but I'll get back on track with that next week. I'm maintaining the loss I've had though, and being sick this week will probably help a bit too. *winks*
I will be settling in on my Sunday Book Stroll and I'll be doing that once a month. Probably the last Sunday of every month. I'll give you notice before it goes up though. The next one will be on The Lovely Bones
I'm going to be super sleepy Wednesday morning (I'm writing this on Tuesday but you'll probably be reading this Wednesday night so this will be in the past tense then. I sort of feel like I'm Hiro from Heroes ... travelling through time and such)
I only got four hours of sleep today, owing to the fact that I had to pick up my pc, get on the horn to the cable company, and then reformat my harddrive. Which by the way is EASY PEASY LEMON SQEEZY with Win7. Win7 is my NEW best friend!!!
That's all ... on we go with some other stuff ... *sneezes and sniffles*
I'd like to extend a special thanks to all of our veterans. Thanks so much for ensuring our freedom. It's certainly more than our government does for us! Bless You!
All blame is a waste of time. No matter how much fault you find with another, and regardless of how much you blame him, it will not change you
If you had one night left to live, what would you do? Would you prefer to spend your final night with a loved one or alone? What would you choose for your last meal?
(wow this one is kind of morbid!!!)
If I had one night left to live ... I'd spend a little time with my family ... and a lot of time getting it on with someone ... really ... nearly anyone would do! LOL
noun: A terrifying experience, similar to a nightmare, felt while awake.
Coined after nightmare, from a combination of day + mare (an evil spirit believed to produce nightmares). Ultimately from the Indo-European root mer- (to rub away or to harm) that is also the source of mordant, amaranth, morbid, mortal, mortgage, ambrosia, and nightmare.
"Reports like these give me a deep and sickening feeling, somewhere between a daymare and deja vu."
Will V-Day Be Me-Day Too?
World War II.
Dear Fellow Americans,
I write this letter
Hoping times will be better
When this war
I'm a Tan-skinned Yank
Driving a tank.
I ask, WILL V-DAY
BE ME-DAY, TOO?
I wear a U. S. uniform.
I've done the enemy much harm,
I've driven back
The Germans and the Japs,
From Burma to the Rhine.
On every battle line,
I've dropped defeat
Into the Fascists' laps.
I am a Negro American
Out to defend my land
Army, Navy, Air Corps--
I am there.
I take munitions through,
I fight--or stevedore, too.
I face death the same as you do
I've seen my buddy lying
Where he fell.
I've watched him dying
I promised him that I would try
To make our land a land
Where his son could be a man--
And there'd be no Jim Crow birds
Left in our sky.
So this is what I want to know:
When we see Victory's glow,
Will you still let old Jim Crow
Hold me back?
When all those foreign folks who've waited--
Italians, Chinese, Danes--are liberated.
Will I still be ill-fated
Because I'm black?
Here in my own, my native land,
Will the Jim Crow laws still stand?
Will Dixie lynch me still
When I return?
Or will you comrades in arms
From the factories and the farms,
Have learned what this war
Was fought for us to learn?
When I take off my uniform,
Will I be safe from harm--
Or will you do me
As the Germans did the Jews?
When I've helped this world to save,
Shall I still be color's slave?
Or will Victory change
Your antiquated views?
You can't say I didn't fight
To smash the Fascists' might.
You can't say I wasn't with you
in each battle.
As a soldier, and a friend.
When this war comes to an end,
Will you herd me in a Jim Crow car
Or will you stand up like a man
At home and take your stand
That's all I ask of you.
When we lay the guns away
Our Victory Day
WILL V-DAY BE ME-DAY, TOO?
That's what I want to know.
Spaghetti w/ Pinot Grigio and Seafood
1 pound spaghetti pasta
1/4 cup olive oil
3 shallots, chopped
3 cloves garlic, minced
3/4 cup chopped sun-dried tomatoes
1 1/2 cup Pinot Grigio (or other white wine)
1 pound shrimp, peeled and deveined
2 pounds clams, washed
1 teaspoon kosher salt
1 teaspoon freshly ground black pepper
2 cups arugula
Bring a large pot of salted water to a boil over high heat. Add the pasta and cook until tender but still firm to the bite, stirring occasionally, about 8 to 10 minutes. Drain pasta.
Meanwhile, heat the olive oil in a large heavy skillet over medium heat. Add the shallots and the garlic and cook for 3 minutes, until tender but not brown. Add the sun-dried tomatoes and cook for another minute. Add the wine, shrimp, and clams. Bring the liquid to a boil. Reduce the heat and simmer, covered, until the shrimp are pink and the clams have opened, about 7 minutes.
Add the spaghetti to the seafood mixture. Add the salt and pepper and stir to combine. Add the arugula. Stir gently and place on a serving platter. Serve immediately.