Sunday, April 24, 2022

How America Became La La Land

Via Hal

How America Became La La Land

America these last 14 months resembles a dystopia. It is becoming partly the world of George Orwell's Nineteen Eighty-Four, and partly the poet Homer's land of the Lotus-Eaters.

Nothing seems to be working. And no one in control seems to care.

The once secure border of 2020 vanished. Two-million people have crossed the southern border illegally in the last 12 months. Millions more are on the way.

The Biden Administration unilaterally and simply destroyed existing immigration law.

More @ Townhall

1788. China to Make Electric Tumbrils

The Vineyard of the Saker

We—I, and my spousal unit, Violeta—pulled into DC after a conventionally miserable flight from Guadalajara in seats apparently designed for dwarves with our feet almost in our pockets and Delta trying to sell us beer at seven dollars a can. I didn’t get it. If you can sell watery brew at seven balloonishly inflating greenbacks a can, why do you need an airline?

The occasion was a visit to a woman with whom I immediately became involved, though with Violeta’s permission. She weighs seven and a half pounds and has a smile that would make a dead man weep. This may have little geopolitical importance, though.

Anyway, the proud father celebrated having produced, or coproduced, a baby who probably deserves a world run by psychiatrically less fascinating adults, by taking about a dozen of us to Fogo da Something, a Brazilian restaurant on Pennsylvania across from the Trump Hotel. This costs $64 a head for all the meat and salad bar you could eat, desserts and drinks extra, so with tip you can crawl out, stuffed and economically depleted, for about $90. Salad bar good, desserts swell, meat tasteless. You can do better for a sixth the price at La Carreta, down the lake from us in Mexico.

More @ The Saker

My visit to the mound today


Confederate Mound Oak Woods Cemeter

I took my visit to the mound today, in Oakwood Cemetery, Hallowed ground for 6k plus, gone but not forgotten men from long ago. This was my greeting at the gate.

When people are not allowed to pay homage to the dead, society, ceases to exist. 

"It is foolish and wrong to mourn the men who died. Rather we should thank God that such men lived."~~ George S. Patton


Is this how it ends? Disrespect for our dead?


Your Northern Copperhead Friend
~~Greg

GROWING UP ON THE FARM IN THE 1900s By: Milton Schrader 90-year-old Korean war veteran

 

Farm life was different than it is now as we had no electricity or running water. When nature called, we had to go to an outside toilet which consisted of a small building 5 x 4 with two holes to sit on. 

 Imagine now going to an outside toilet with temperatures 20 below zero and snowing. We had a cookstove that used corn cobs, wood, or coal to cook our food. We had a heating stove manufactured by a company called "Warm Morning" which used coal to heat our rooms in the winter. Farming was done with horses during the early depression years of the dirty '30s which took considerable time and effort. Banks closed one after the other in 1929. Many lost most of their savings, which resulted in many families going hungry.

More @ Old Houses Farms and Country Photography