Thursday, September 30, 2021
Wednesday, September 29, 2021
Lincoln’s Total War
Who has not heard of Wounded Knee? Most know at least the general facts surrounding what is acknowledged as an atrocity committed by the army of the United States. On December 29th, 1890, the 7th Cavalry surrounded a band of Ghost Dancers—a spiritual movement of the Lakota Sioux—near Wounded Knee Creek. The soldiers demanded that the Indians surrender their weapons. As the Indians made to comply, a fight broke out between an Indian and a soldier and a shot was fired. When it was over, it is estimated that between 150 to 300 Indians—nearly half of whom were women and children— had been killed; the cavalry lost 25 men. Wounded Knee is considered the last major confrontation in the deadly war of extermination waged by the American government against the Plains Indians.
More @ The Abbeville Institute
[Photos] Quy Nhon's Rustic Charms in the 1965
Saigoneer makes no attempts to hide our love for Quy Nhon.
The Binh Dinh Province capital seemingly has it all: mountains for hiking, pristine coastlines, a unique food scene and fascinating history that includes the rise of Nguyễn Huệ and his brothers, as well as the life of Hàn Mặc Tử. It is thus a special pleasure to marvel at the city when it was even less-developed and still had many scenes to get our ventricles throbbing.
These photos taken in 1965 by American Tom Robinson reveal a Quy Nhon of red dirt roads and working fishing boats, farmers going about their daily affairs, and a growing collection of western architecture spurred on by the increasing presence of foreign residents.
The collection presented by Flickr user manhhai reveals that before it straddled the line between tourism destination and an essential provincial capital, Quy Nhon existed in the quaint nexus between an urban center and agricultural outpost.
More @ Saigoneer
AFFIDAVIT OF LTC. THERESA LONG M.D. IN SUPPORT OF A MOTION FOR A PRELIMINARY INJUNCTION ORDER (Not Verified)
I haven't been able to verify this, just that the article has been posted on other blog/sites.
Alleged affidavit of Lt. Col. Theresa Long, M.D.
An alleged affidavit by this US Army official is doing the rounds. There is no PDF or authenticated affidavit on the internet but the contents are knowledgeable and potentially genuine (copy here – also see this).
I will, however, not be able to spend time to look into it unless someone shares an original, signed PDF.
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Via LargeMarge ".Please, read and memorize paragraphs 31 and 32.
.Synopsis:
* inoculations harm more than help
* natural immunity is thirteen times more effective than inoculations
* inoc flight crews are grounded
* SecDef austin orders "...all necessary force..."
I personally observed the most physically fit female Soldier I have seen in over 20 years in the Army, go from Collegiate level athlete training for Ranger School, to being physically debilitated with cardiac problems, newly diagnosed pituitary brain tumor, thyroid dysfunction within weeks of getting vaccinated.
More @ Deep Capture
Australia: Counter-terrorism squad confronts UNARMED construction workers marching Melbourne's streets to protest the world's longest and harshest lockdown.
Via David
Watch the EXCLUSIVE footage @OzraeliAvi captured of the moment a counter-terror squad confronted UNARMED construction workers marching Melbourne's streets to protest the world's longest and harshest lockdown.
— Rebel News (@RebelNewsOnline) September 23, 2021
Full report: https://t.co/PBVYnso3zT
SIGN UP: https://t.co/cZE10wSMP6 pic.twitter.com/PArwMvKqSG
Biden's Vax Mandate To Be Enforced By Fining Companies $70,000 To $700,000?
Via Jonathan "It appears they intend to starve us into submission? As I relax this morning with my coffee and quietly read the morning news, I thought I might have a momentary respite of peace, but then I realized that evil never sleeps and that satan and his minions are always about seeking our destruction. We are at war with evil and we are all behind enemy lines now. Keep your powder dry renew your strength in Our Lord and Savior Jesus Christ. In the end, We Win! Stay well and blessed my friend. Frosty, behind enemy lines in The Great State of Texas."
By Adam Andrzejewski, CEO/Founder of OpenTheBooks.com; originally published in Forbes
President Joe Biden didn’t just announce a Covid-19 vaccine mandate on companies employing 100 or more people, he plans to enforce it.
On Saturday, Speaker Nancy Pelosi’s House quietly tucked an enforcement mechanism into their $3.5 trillion “reconciliation” bill, passed it out of the Budget Committee, and sent it to the House floor.
Buried on page 168 of the House Democrats’ 2,465-page mega bill is a tenfold increase in fines for employers that “willfully,” “repeatedly,” or even seriously violate a section of labor law that deals with hazards, death, or serious physical harm to their employees.
More @ Zero Hedge
Tuesday, September 28, 2021
Mexican Sketches
Despair in the Empire of Graveyards: Or Gilbert and...
Fred on Everything
When I got here eighteen years ago, to make a telephone call to the States you had to go down the late to Chapala where there was a storefront with maybe a half dozen booths. A clerk dialed the number for you from a central desk and you paid by the minute. Getting a landline phone in your house could take years. Now of course cell phones are everywhere and no one seems to want landlines. A 4G contract with unlimited calling to Canada, the US, and Mexico and enough data that we use it for music in the car goes for under eighteen dollars a month. Various companies offer fiber to the house for WIFI. And if you want 200 channels of awful TV with twenty minutes of commercials per hour, you can get them.
Much has not changed. There is the same corruption, the police are crooks, and the narcos kill each other in droves. The guns still pour in from America. There is still real poverty in places. Yet the middle class is now about half of the country. Over the long haul things have gotten better, but not at anything like the Chinese rate. A measure of the improvement is the decline in interest in emigrating to the US.
We live on the north shore of Lake Chapala, roughly an hour south of Guadalajara. It is a fairly prosperous region. Schools are decent. My stepdaughter Natalia attended two public schools in Guad, one here at Lakeside, and went to high school in Jocotepec, a berry-growing agricultural town on the west end of the lake. The latter two I have seen. They reminded me of American schools before the country went woke. Many schools in Mexico have uniforms, but here they dress neatly in jeans, shirts, dresses on the casual side.
The internet has brought massive changes since I arrived. Pre-internet, a farming town like Joco had almost no connection with anywhere else. There would be a few a.m. radio stations and maybe a minimal public library. That would be it. Guad was too far away for frequent visits. It was, you know, like the sticks. Really, really the sticks.
Then came the net, first dial-up accessible only to a few. Then cell towers appeared, smartphones, and WiFi.
Almost suddenly, kids were listening to Korean rock bands and radio
stations across Latin America and Europe and of course the US. This was
enormous. Flat screens proliferated and people were watching YouTube,
Netflix, opera, the New York Phil, movies both good and awful. Many
learned passable English from movies. Teenagers being teenagers, they
soon learned to “espofear los servidores,”
I remember when Natalia, then maybe thirteen, ran up and announced that she had just discovered a wonderful new kind of music. “Se llama Cone Tree.” Soon she knew more about Johnny Cash and Dolly Parton than I did.
Sex roles (that sound like something you would get at a doughnut shop) have changed greatly since I visited Saltillo in the Sixties while hippying around. Friends, engineers in their early twenties, told me that a woman’s place was still supposed to be in the kitchen, the church, and the bedroom. This version of male dominance was nothing like the venomous Moslem variety, and anyone who even thought about female genital mutilation would likely have ended up in a ditch, but it was restrictive.
By the time I got here, this was falling apart. Universities today are littered with girls, certainly the Universidad Marista where Natalia did her undergrad. It is not true that all Mexican doctors and dentists are women, but it sometimes seems so. At a recent quinceaños, a sort of growing up party for girls of fifteen, I met a bigger sister who had popped high on her math (Mexican) SATs) and been accepted in robotic engineering at (I think) the Tecnológico de Monterrey, Mexico’s premier engineering school. It is of note that university education has improved immensely, though as best I can tell it is, with exceptions, only fair compared with American schooling before the country went woke. Today, if I had new children, I would rather send them to Mexican schools than American. Yet schools proliferate. The Tecnológico has campuses in thirty-eight cities, for example.
Mexico outside the big cities remains as it has always been since my arrival, and long before, which has its good and bad side. Violeta and I make a pastime of driving to towns within maybe a hundred miles of Lakeside, passing through scraggly green and dun growth that I much like. The pueblos, many of which I didn’t know existed, are variations on a standard theme, central plaza with gazebo in the middle as bandstand during fiestas, and church facing the plaza. They remain stubbornly Mexican devoid of such horrors as McDonald’s, not designed at corporate. Though the plan is the same, the execution is always different and often lovely. I don’t know how many of the residents are still believers, many I think, but the Church provides a commonality, a social bond, and everyone enjoys the celebrations of saints’ days. The Church, a common race, and common language provide the cultural stability that keeps the country from fragmenting under political problems.
These towns might be described as sleepy and quiet, but the latter only if you do not regard bird calls, the playing of children, and Julio Iglesias from maybe a car radio as noise. There is a localness, a placeness if that is a word, that makes them pleasant to live in.
The downside is a lack of dynamism. Mexicans in general do not have the drive of, say, the Chinese, being content with family and a placid life. You could do worse.
Our drives through the outback produce memorable moments. Recently on a narrow winding road through not much of anywhere, a buitre—buzzard—waddled in the middle. These birds are not made for walking, and do not do it well. It refused to get out of our way. We blew the horn. No. I yelled out the window. No. For what seemed a long time we paraded together at maybe two miles an hour, Honda CRV and ungainly bird. Finally it lumbered aloft.
Them is today’s thoughts. Now I’m going to get a beer and watch our hummingbirds. They don’t really need watching, but I do it anyway.
Hey Brock,
TPTB unpublished my shops Facebook page Gregs My Mechanic. I have been thrown in FB jail several times this year for things I had shared in Messenger and not things I had posted.
No mercy no quarter.~~Greg Swiston
OK, so this is Bullshit. they removed the page in its entirety because I butt hurt the little Fairies in fact-check land. You can silence the messenger but not the message. The post in question was of one of my grand nieces with the title I'm a great uncle again and the picture was of Emma about 20 minutes old in her birthday suit and they called it child porn and unpublished the page. They have removed all traces of it, the only left overs are my personal page and they have even restricted me from posting on the Woodart page but not here, FUCK THE ZUCK!
My (Side hustle) Uncle Greg’s Woodart is still up but I am not allowed to interact with it.You hit me when you re-posted my sad panda story, I had done fairly well with putting that behind me and you made me realize that time flies.
Your Northern Copperhead Friend
~~Greg
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