Quote of the Election

Thomas Sowell on Locke v. Rousseau with respect to this election, via Peter Robinson in Forbes.com:

Then there is Thomas Sowell, the economist and political philosopher. He prefers an older way of looking at American politics–a much older way. In his classic 1987 work, A Conflict of Visions, Sowell identifies two competing worldviews, or visions, that have underlain the Western political tradition for centuries.

Sowell calls one worldview the “constrained vision.” It sees human nature as flawed or fallen, seeking to make the best of the possibilities that exist within that constraint. The competing worldview, which Sowell terms the “unconstrained vision,” instead sees human nature as capable of continual improvement.

You can trace the constrained vision back to Aristotle; the unconstrained vision to Plato. But the neatest illustration of the two visions occurred during the great upheavals of the 18th century, the American and French revolutions.

The American Revolution embodied the constrained vision. “In the United States,” Sowell says, “it was assumed from the outset that what you needed to do above all was minimize [the damage that could be done by] the flaws in human nature.” The founders did so by composing a constitution of checks and balances. More than two centuries later, their work remains in place.

The French Revolution, by contrast, embodied the unconstrained vision. “In France,” Sowell says, “the idea was that if you put the right people in charge–if you had a political Messiah–then problems would just go away.” The result? The Terror, Napoleon and so many decades of instability that France finally sorted itself out only when Charles de Gaulle declared the Fifth Republic.

That’s not the QotD. That’s lead-in for it:

Take it all together, Sowell believes, and this election will prove decisive.

“There is such a thing as a point of no return,” he says. If Obama wins the White House and Democrats expand their majorities in the House and Senate, they will intervene in the economy and redistribute wealth. Yet their economic policies “will pale by comparison to what they will do in permitting countries to acquire nuclear weapons and turn them over to terrorists. Once that happens, we’re at the point of no return. The next generation will live under that threat as far out as the eye can see.”

“The unconstrained vision is really an elitist vision,” Sowell explains. “This man [Obama] really does believe that he can change the world. And people like that are infinitely more dangerous than mere crooked politicians.”

Read the whole piece. Print it out and pass it around.

WTH is This?

WTH is This?

My wife came back from a thrift store with an antique (says “1916” on the bottom!)

What the hell is it?


Any clues?

UPDATE: The container is about 8″ tall, the wood-ball-on-iron-stick assembly is about 12″ in overall length.

UPDATE II: OK, we’ve concluded that it’s a fire starter. That would explain why there are ashes in the container. My guess is that the original pumice-stone or unglazed ceramic ball was replaced at some point with a wooden one.

Thanks!

A Comment Made of WIN!

A Comment Made of WIN!

From Breda’s excellent post, Death & Taxes, “Old NFO” wrote:

Today on my way to lunch I passed a homeless guy with a sign that read “Vote Obama, I need the money.” I laughed.

Once in the restaurant my server had on a “Obama 08” tie, again I laughed as he had given away his political preference — just imagine the coincidence.

When the bill came I decided not to tip the server and explained to him that I was exploring the Obama redistribution of wealth concept. He stood there in disbelief while I told him that I was going to redistribute his tip to someone who I deemed more in need–the homeless guy outside. The server angrily stormed from my sight.

I went outside, gave the homeless guy $5 and told him to thank the server inside as I’ve decided he could use the money more. The homeless guy was grateful.

At the end of my rather unscientific redistribution experiment I realized the homeless guy was grateful for the money he did not earn, but the server was pretty angry that I gave away the money he did earn, without his consideration of whether I should have even have don’t(sic) that; though in my opinion the actual recipient needed the server’s money more.

I guess redistribution of wealth is an easier thing to swallow in concept than in practical application.

I bow in your general direction!

Quote of the Day

Quote of the Day

The Weathermen’s plans included putting parts of United States under the administration of Cuba, North Vietnam, China and Russia and re-educating the uncooperative in camps in located in the Southwest. Since there would be holdouts, plans were made for liquidating the estimated 25 million unreconstructable die-hards.

The most interesting moment of the video comes when (Undercover agent Larry) Grathwohl asks the viewer to imagine what it’s like to be in a room with 25 people, all of whom have master’s degrees or higher from elite institutions of higher learning like Columbia, listening to them discuss the logistics of killing 25 million Americans.

Actually, it’s easy. What’s hard to imagine is sitting in a room full of plumbers discussing the same thing. – “Concerned American”, Western Rifle Shooters Association, The Plan

John Ringo, the ANTI-PC Author

John Ringo, the ANTI-PC Author

John Ringo, of “Oh John Ringo, No!” infamy has authored another book, The Last Centurion which is, as far as I am able to ascertain, intended to cause the Patchouli crowd to suffer massive brain aneurysims. In fact, as long as she has not seen the “Ghost” series of novels referred to in that first link, I’m relatively confident that this book would cause Rachel Lucas to spontaneously ovulate.

I’m only about a third of the way through it, and I won’t give you any spoilers if you intend to read it, but it’s about the simultaneous occurrence of a killer flu pandemic and global cooling worldwide in 2019-2020. It’s written “blog-style” by the author – essentially (so far) running posts of explanation of “how we got to where we are now” for the uninformed. The main character is writing in first-person of his experiences and observations of what happened, when and why. A précis is here.

And he is VERY anti-PC.

As one reviewer objected:

(T)he beginning of The Last Centurion is about as interesting (to me, at any rate) as reading one of the zillion blog posts by people who cannot stand the junior senator from New York and go on for paragraphs about how HRC is the second coming of Eleanor Roosevelt, only uglier and more thuggish. Still, since this was John Ringo, I skimmed through the polemic because I knew there was some quality combat SF in there somewhere.

Which there is; only problem is that there’s only about 3-4 short chapters worth, and then we’re back in CONUSstan where the Army does the best it can to save the country from mass starvation, economic collapse, and the kind of political coup both Reagan and W were accused of preparing. Needless to say, they do this in spite of the increasingly deranged President and apparently without much help from the Air Force, Navy or Marines. It reads like the bastard child of Atlas Shrugged and Gust Front, only without John Galt or the Posleen . . . .

I haven’t gotten to the “quality combat SF” yet. I am, however, enjoying the polemic.

Here’s an excerpt that I found particularly fascinating – John Ringo on American Exceptionalism:

The U.S. is a strange country. Growing up in it I never realized that, but spending those tours overseas really brought it home. We’re just fucking weird.

Alex de Touqueville(sic) spoke of this weirdness in his book Democracy in America way back in the 1800s. “Americans, contrary to every other society I have studied, form voluntary random social alliances.”

Look, let’s drill that down a bit and look at that most American of activities: The Barn Raising.

I know that virtually none of you have ever participated in a barn raising. But everyone knows what I mean. A family in an established community has gotten to the point they can build a barn or need a new one or maybe a new pioneer family that needs a barn puts out the word. There’s going to be a barn raising on x day, usually Saturday or Sunday.

People from miles around walk over to the family’s farm and work all day raising the barn. Mostly the guys do the heavy work while women work on food. That evening everybody gets together for a party. They sleep out or in the new barn, then walk home the next day to their usual routine.

ONLY HAPPENS IN AMERICA.

Only ever happened in America. It is a purely American invention and is from inconceivable to repugnant to other cultures.

A group of very near strangers in that they are not family or some extended tribe gather together in a “voluntary random social alliance” to aid another family for no direct benefit to themselves. The family that is getting the barn would normally supply some major food and if culturally acceptable and available some form of alcohol. But the people gathering to aid them have access to the same or better. There is a bit of a party afterwards but a social gathering does not pay for a hard day’s work. (And raising a barn is a hard day’s work.)

The benefit rests solely in the trust that when another family needs aid, the aided family will do their best to provide such aid.

Trust.

Americans form “voluntary random social social alliances.” Other societies do not. Low trust societies do not. (Example omitted)

In other countries an extended family might gather together to raise the barn or some other major endeavor. But this is not a voluntary random alliance. They turn up because the matriarch or patriarch has ordered it. And family is anything but random societally. (However random it may seem from the inside.)

You know, I’d never considered that.

The entire chapter is pretty fascinating, and I’m enjoying the book very much. In fact, I think as soon as I hit “Publish” I’m going to go to bed and read some more!

Choices, Choices . . .

Choices, Choices . . .

OK, now that the Mustang is sold and I have some cash in hand, I can get a pretty serious piece of ordnance.

For me, that means a 7.62×51 gas gun.

As I mentioned previously, I was giving serious consideration to a Fulton Armory Peerless M14, but delivery on those is running 12-18 months. Through my previously mentioned awesome readers, I found out about Ted Brown Rifles and LRB Arms forged M14 receivers.

I contacted Ted and told him what I wanted. He replied that it would run about $3,800 and six months.

Hmm . . .

Punt?

So I thought about something not quite so. . . precise. A DSA SA58 seems like a good idea. But what model, and what options?

Start with the Bull Barrel model, add a muzzle brake (yes, even though I hate muzzle brakes, it’s semi-auto and I want fast follow-up capability), go for the Extreme Duty scope mount, Match trigger option, pan & tilt bipod, replace the buttstock with the Precision version, get ten extra Steyr 20-round magazines, and have everything finished in Desert MirageFlage DuraCoat:

$3,300 and about five months.

Both options still need optics. The M14 would get a NightForce 5.5-20X50. The SA58 would get an ACOG 6X TA648-308.

The M14 should be capable of hitting clay pigeons reliably at 500 meters. The SA58 should be capable of reliably keeping a magazine on a silhouette at 600 meters. The M14 cost more, and doesn’t include 10 magazines. (M1A/M14 magazines are about $35-40 each.)

I can’t afford (nor do I want) both.

Any comments or suggestions (well, most comments or suggestions, anyway) would be appreciated.

UPDATE: I just ordered 11 20-round magazines from 44mag.com, and I have an email in to Ted Brown.

Thanks, y’all. An M14 it is.

I Have the Best Readers

I Have the Best Readers

Man, the comment threads recently have been full of WIN! Y’all are impressive.

I just wanted to make that generally known.

As an aside, it looks like blogging is going to be taking a back seat to work soon. Starting Monday I will be working four 12-hour shifts (M-Th) and then 10 hours on Friday, not including the four hour drive home (returning on Sunday to start over.) At the present time, that schedule will run for two weeks, then I’ll spend a week back in Tucson, and then back to the jobsite for two more weeks (with weekends at home unless the job demands that I stay over the weekend.)

This is supposed to go on until the project is finished, and completion is scheduled in early December.

Like I believe that.

Needless to say, blogging will be light.

. “. . a pork conveyor for incumbent congressweasels.”

The Quote of the Day from the inimitable Tam. Here’s the full flavor:

But Tam,” you say “We’ve already mapped the moon! We’re playing with R/C model cars on Mars!

Yes, but after we mapped the moon and hit a few golf balls around up there, we just turned our back on the whole thing. Scrapped our huge boosters. Used an outdated, overengineered flying garbage truck as a make-work program for NASA and a pork conveyor for incumbent congressweasels. Got in the way of private progress with government interference that would have strapped airbags on the Wright Flyer and prevented them from flying at Kitty Hawk lest they wound some rare sand flea.

Read the Whole Thing.

The Obama Youth Vote

The Obama Youth Vote

Rachel Lucas discusses her Freshman Chemistry classmates in a long and heartfelt rant.

These are the people who will vote for Obama because they believe in entitlement.

As Rachel says:

In case I wasn’t clear enough, my “issue” with these kids is that they expect the help and that they don’t believe they could do anything without it. That is not a good thing. If your parents put you through college, and you did well and you appreciated it, GOOD. I am 100% happy for you and think it’s fabulous, and I’d do the same thing for my kids if I had them, as long as they held up their end of the bargain.

The point is that these kids I’m talking about DON’T hold up their end of any sort of reasonable bargain. They get 49’s on their tests because they only studied for 4 hours. They bitch about driving a Civic instead of an Accord. They complain about their parents’ rules while they suckle the teat all the way up to age 25.

And once of the parent’s teat, it’s not a long jump to Uncle Sugar’s.