Tuesday Open Thread 

28 comments to Tuesday Open Thread 

    • “We musn’t underestimate “American blundering”. I was with them when they “blundered” into Berlin in 1918.”

      Everyone remembers the romance when they think of Casablanca, but I remember the dialogue. It’s got one of the wittiest scripts ever written, right up there with Pulp Fiction and The Apartment. I could lieten to Bogart and Rains and all the others recite that dialogue all day. Everything else – the romance, the intrigue, the underlying pro-freedom themes – just icing on the cake.

  • Scott M.

    The cheapjack fraud of the FBI


    And the CIA,which should be abolished.

  • Scott M.

    What REAL SOCIALISM be like!


    North Korea is State Capitalism,get it?

    • It’s very simple, Scott. We know that real socialism will work to peacefully create a utopia, because socialists tell us so. Therefore, whenever socialism is tried and that doesn’t happen, that proves it wasn’t real socialism.

      I could easily see a horror movie being made with this kind of logic. Like, an insane serial killer who goes around putting a gun to people’s heads and says, “I know for a fact that when I pull this trigger, the bullet won’t go into your head and kill you.” Then he pulls the trigger and inevitably kills the person, so he shrugs and says to himself, “must not have been a real gun”, and then he moves on to the next victim. That’s basically what socialists do to the world.

      • Ken in NH

        There are plenty of true believers who are like that, but there are also plenty of megalomaniacs who recognize socialism as the vehicle for concentrating power to themselves. And those people are the ones who always rise to the top…every…f’n…time. And the f*ckwits who continue to support socialism never notice.

    • I’ve read of that before. Starving to death far from home is sad. Starving to death cold (and that is a feeling made vivid by the sudden, massive plunge into winter we experienced here last night) really gives me the shivers. I have a brother who loves to camp in the winter. I’m not sure we’re really related.

      • It reminds me of this Jim Reeves song…

        Or the old poem about Sam McGee (Robert Service I believe?)

        • Dr. Schplatt

          The Cremation of Sam McGee
          By Robert W. Service

          There are strange things done in the midnight sun
          By the men who moil for gold;
          The Arctic trails have their secret tales
          That would make your blood run cold;
          The Northern Lights have seen queer sights,
          But the queerest they ever did see
          Was that night on the marge of Lake Lebarge
          I cremated Sam McGee.

          Now Sam McGee was from Tennessee, where the cotton blooms and blows.
          Why he left his home in the South to roam ’round the Pole, God only knows.
          He was always cold, but the land of gold seemed to hold him like a spell;
          Though he’d often say in his homely way that “he’d sooner live in hell.”

          On a Christmas Day we were mushing our way over the Dawson trail.
          Talk of your cold! through the parka’s fold it stabbed like a driven nail.
          If our eyes we’d close, then the lashes froze till sometimes we couldn’t see;
          It wasn’t much fun, but the only one to whimper was Sam McGee.

          And that very night, as we lay packed tight in our robes beneath the snow,
          And the dogs were fed, and the stars o’erhead were dancing heel and toe,
          He turned to me, and “Cap,” says he, “I’ll cash in this trip, I guess;
          And if I do, I’m asking that you won’t refuse my last request.”

          Well, he seemed so low that I couldn’t say no; then he says with a sort of moan:
          “It’s the cursèd cold, and it’s got right hold till I’m chilled clean through to the bone.
          Yet ’tain’t being dead—it’s my awful dread of the icy grave that pains;
          So I want you to swear that, foul or fair, you’ll cremate my last remains.”

          A pal’s last need is a thing to heed, so I swore I would not fail;
          And we started on at the streak of dawn; but God! he looked ghastly pale.
          He crouched on the sleigh, and he raved all day of his home in Tennessee;
          And before nightfall a corpse was all that was left of Sam McGee.

          There wasn’t a breath in that land of death, and I hurried, horror-driven,
          With a corpse half hid that I couldn’t get rid, because of a promise given;
          It was lashed to the sleigh, and it seemed to say: “You may tax your brawn and brains,
          But you promised true, and it’s up to you to cremate those last remains.”

          Now a promise made is a debt unpaid, and the trail has its own stern code.
          In the days to come, though my lips were dumb, in my heart how I cursed that load.
          In the long, long night, by the lone firelight, while the huskies, round in a ring,
          Howled out their woes to the homeless snows— O God! how I loathed the thing.

          And every day that quiet clay seemed to heavy and heavier grow;
          And on I went, though the dogs were spent and the grub was getting low;
          The trail was bad, and I felt half mad, but I swore I would not give in;
          And I’d often sing to the hateful thing, and it hearkened with a grin.

          Till I came to the marge of Lake Lebarge, and a derelict there lay;
          It was jammed in the ice, but I saw in a trice it was called the “Alice May.”
          And I looked at it, and I thought a bit, and I looked at my frozen chum;
          Then “Here,” said I, with a sudden cry, “is my cre-ma-tor-eum.”

          Some planks I tore from the cabin floor, and I lit the boiler fire;
          Some coal I found that was lying around, and I heaped the fuel higher;
          The flames just soared, and the furnace roared—such a blaze you seldom see;
          And I burrowed a hole in the glowing coal, and I stuffed in Sam McGee.

          Then I made a hike, for I didn’t like to hear him sizzle so;
          And the heavens scowled, and the huskies howled, and the wind began to blow.
          It was icy cold, but the hot sweat rolled down my cheeks, and I don’t know why;
          And the greasy smoke in an inky cloak went streaking down the sky.

          I do not know how long in the snow I wrestled with grisly fear;
          But the stars came out and they danced about ere again I ventured near;
          I was sick with dread, but I bravely said: “I’ll just take a peep inside.
          I guess he’s cooked, and it’s time I looked”; … then the door I opened wide.

          And there sat Sam, looking cool and calm, in the heart of the furnace roar;
          And he wore a smile you could see a mile, and he said: “Please close that door.
          It’s fine in here, but I greatly fear you’ll let in the cold and storm—
          Since I left Plumtree, down in Tennessee, it’s the first time I’ve been warm.”

          There are strange things done in the midnight sun
          By the men who moil for gold;
          The Arctic trails have their secret tales
          That would make your blood run cold;
          The Northern Lights have seen queer sights,
          But the queerest they ever did see
          Was that night on the marge of Lake Lebarge
          I cremated Sam McGee.

    • Only went to one once, dragged there by a relative. Scuzzy as all get-out, and I felt sorry for the girls. They tried to look cheerful, but they were clearly miserable, standing around half-naked in the dreary cold, getting leered at by strangers for a $4 latte. Some of them have even gotten busted giving sexual favors for extra money. Like pron and strip clubs, I agree that we have to tolerate them as the price of living in a free country, but I don’t have to like them, especially when they open them in neighborhoods with families.

      • I like attractive women as much as any other heteronormative male would but the entire concept seems off to me.

        The “Hooters” and “Twin Peaks” of the world make a little more sense because you are there for an extended period of time, where you interact and converse with your waitress. But to buy a cup of coffee form some shack inhabited by a barely clothed lady…I don’t really get it. I get that some have expanded their operations to include other “services”. Which should be prosecuted to the full extent of the law…but it just strikes me as strange.

      • Dr. Schplatt

        I suppose it’s a bit of a step up from the purple haired, Hershey Kiss shaped Michelin Man/Woman, with more metal stuck in it’s face than a 90lb catfish who proudly displays their armpit hair out the drive-thru window at Starbucks.

  • I can’t tell you how funny it is to see liberals who have spent the last year tearing down statues pretend to be angry about Trump rolling back national monuments.

    You’ve gotta wonder if, at some point, there’s some kind of a hypocrisy black hole that these people are going to fall into, some kind of singularity created by the sheer force of their hypocrisy.

  • Rufus

    I’m not optimistic this will happen, but one possible, good outcome of the current state of political affairs in the U.S. is more and more people may come to the realization that a large, centralized government is bad and the best system is one where we are free to form political unions with the smallest groups necessary to solve civic issues.

    Our Congress is awful. It has been for a long time and just seems to get worse and worse. There is corruption anywhere anyone bothers to look. The IRS mistreated citizens. We have proof members of the FBI are trying to overthrow a freely elected President. The IRS and FBI refused to comply with Congressional requests for information. We’ve had several Attorney’s General who were biased hacks. And on, and on, and on… Governors refuse to enforce laws they don’t like. Judges interfere with the Executive branch when they don’t agree with legal actions.

    Surely more and more Americans are awaking to the obvious reality that these people do not deserve to have power over us or our money.

    • Dr. Schplatt

      Or, like the lazy, uneducated, slobs so many people are becoming, they’ll just snuggle down warmly into the soft woolen, asbestos laced comforter of subservience like most of Europe and Asia has and wait for Uncle Sam to spoon feed them rotten milk.

    • Scott M.

      What slays me is the people who blab about the “right to privacy” ,all the while putting their entire lives on Wastebook and Snapchat.

    • If liberals were thinking clearly, they’d already realize how bad centralized government is. Almost everything they hate – war, slavery, segregation, crony capitalism, lobbyism, tax breaks for the rich – comes from government policies, not the private sector. Their message basically is, “we hate everything the government does, and we want to make it bigger!”

      Of course, they are just positive that as long as the RIGHT people are finally put in charge, we can make government huge and overarching and everything will be awesome.

      • Rufus

        I don’t get why Republican candidates don’t bring this up all the time in debates.
        Everything liberals advocate for already exists. Everything they complain about is already possible. They are already completely free to do it all.

        A debate question comes up about health care. After the Dem candidate answers (lobbying for free this or that), the Republican candidate should simply state, “I agree that people need care and am glad we already live in a country with great, 1st class health care and hundreds of charitable organizations dedicated to providing care for those in need. If we can get some of the famous and wealthy folks on your side of the aisle to donate to those charities, or donate some of their money to purchase health insurance for those in need we can ensure everyone has coverage.”

        A debate question comes up about education. After the Dem candidate answers (lobbying for free this or that), the Republican candidate should simply state, “I agree that American children need to be educated and am glad that we already live in a country with many, many options in most all communities, including hundreds of charitable organizations dedicated to educating children. If we can get some of the famous and wealthy folks on your side of the aisle to donate to those charities, or donate some of their money to purchase tuition for those in need we can ensure everyone has coverage.”

        It’s all there. Everything they want. It all exists and people are free to purchase if for others. Bring that up. Continuously. When they say people won’t donate of their own free will throw it back at them. Accuse them of selling Americans short. Point out how charitable Americans are. Point out the differences in giving between red states and blue states. Give examples of times when individuals formed groups to meet communal needs without government help, and how trusted and successful those institutions have been.

        • I once brought that up with a liberal co-worker. She kept saying “I support this or that big government policy because I care about [disadvantaged group].” My response was, great, so why not go start a charity to help that group? She’d never give me a straight answer, but would just accuse me of not caring enough about those groups. The honest answer, I suspect, is that she wanted everyone to participate in helping out, so she wanted government to force us all to. To me, that’s like putting a gun to someone’s head and saying, “give all the money in your wallet to a homeless person or I’ll blow your brains out!” and then patting myself on the back for helping the poor.

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