Best of Me Symphony #67 is Up.

Gary at The Owner’s Manual has posted the latest collection of 60-day or older posts for our review. If this picture doesn’t draw your attention,

I don’t know what would. (If it weren’t for the cup sizes, I’d think that was a Michelle Malkin / Ann Coulter grudge match.)

My entry is in honor of last week’s resurrection of the “origin of rights” question: It’s Not All Faith, from July of last year.

In the recurring theme here of “Our Collapsing Schools,” I also strongly recommend Durrr from the blog Sakrata. Excerpt:

Where are the education standards? How come the elementary, middle, and high school teachers that taught these people still have jobs, and how come these students never had to take their classes over again until they learned how to form a sentence? When I was in elementary school, if you didn’t grasp a concept, it was 3rd grade for you all over again until you managed to get a grip, or were sent to the school across town that specialized in difficult cases. How come these students in college don’t have full schedules this semester of remedial English and composition classes so they aren’t unleashed on society with Frankenstein-esque writing skills?

The answer comes in the next paragraph. And the conclusion is spot-on.

Gary’s idea of recycling oldies-but-goodies is an excellent one. The blogosphere is rightly oriented towards the here-and-now, but the internet provides us a photographic memory, and we ought to employ that power as much as possible.

This Should be a Fascinating Thing to Follow.

Via Centerdigit comes the new blog The Last Nail. From the opening post:

I’ve always been into designing things. As a squirt I made drawings all the time. Blueprints of all types. Office buildings that were huge giant seven-hundred-story upside-down pyramids impossibly balanced on single points, factories and scientific machinery that transformed entire city’s human waste into delicious popsicle treats called Billiard Pops. Young kid mind you – like ten years old. I designed boats, flying machines, cars (land, air, and subterranean rock-boring), I charted neighborhoods and patches of woods, I made scale drawings of every floor of my family’s house and marked every hiding spot (color-coded, of course, according to hiddenness).

My obsession with pointless time-sucking scale drawings marched forward with robotic creepiness, acquiring new appendages, growing bigger and stronger like Voltron. Pointless repetition, unwavering and bland. If I had a company it’s motto would have been “Providing You with Endless Detail for No Reason.” Reams and reams of exact replicas of animals. I recently discovered all of these drawings. Weird stuff. It was like going through some sicko’s case file.

So flash forward and I’m seventeen working in a bakery with a bunch of lesbians and some carpenter comes in to get a coffee. He sneezes and I say “bless you,” and he says, “I don’t need your fucking blessing.” We throw some convo back and forth a couple minutes and then he offers me a job laboring for him. I take it instantly and thus begins my career in construction. This guy turns out not only to be an amazing carpenter, but the carpentry is a part of his way of life. He’s like a carpenter Buddhist. Teaches me all about the philosophy of it, the respect of the tools and the wood, appreciation of the different architectural styles — he had you seeing ghosts. Ghosts of all the artisans that built and carved Boston with their bare hands.

Then I meet this beautiful super talented girl and fall madly in love with her and she strives like hell to funnel my crippling attention to random detail into large labeled bottles. Realistic projects.

We decide to buy an old crusty house and fix it up. We search Mass for a house we find one: a 650 square foot dumpy-ass bungalow twenty minutes south of Boston. Previous owner had a yen for scattering player pianos around his backyard, making walls out of toasters and TVs, flashing people in his bathrobe, but not for cleaning or home improvement. Rough shape, but good bones, so we pick it up for short dough.

See, here’s the catch with me: I’m good with details, designs and doing super creative artisan work with my hands, BUT, as it is fully demonstrated by the aforementioned Bible thing, I have no big picture. No higher meaning for anything. No ability to see the layout of time be it retrospectively or futuremindedly. So my fiancée does as much as she has time for, but I’m an organizational boat anchor that can never be reeled up. She’s just gotta set sail and drag my barnacle-encrusted ass along the ocean floor. You can ask me how long the project took and I can probably piece it together like a crime scene but I don’t really know.

My fiancee and I bought our second house, a 954 sq. ft. run down ranch in Boston’s Metro West region, and we’re doing a massive addition and renovation. This house is different than the last. Bigger house, bigger scope, bigger money and it could be a financial and emotional disaster if I don’t keep my documentation razor sharp. That’s where this site comes in. At any stage of this project I want to be able to look over my shoulder back down the road where I’ve been and see every gas station, burger joint and motel in crystal clear detail. This site will be my tool to map, chart, and thus maintain constant control of the timeline of this project. This time I’m logging everything, every step of the way, every detail, down to the last nail.

Interesting! And he writes well, too! I’m going to have to add The Last Nail to my reading list and hit that site at least once a week.

Books, Books, Books!

My blogging, if you’ve noticed, has been somewhat less voluminous as of late. I’ve been reading – a LOT. I just blasted (no pun intended) through Abigail Kohn’s Shooters: Myths and Realities of America’s Gun Cultures, done some selected reading from Prof. Saul Cornell‘s Whose Right to Bear Arms Did the Second Amendment Protect? (I skipped the last piece, authored by Michael Bellesiles), I read (with relish) Bill Whittle’s Silent America: Essays from a Democracy at War (dead-tree edition – one essay per night,) and Apollo, by Charles Murray & Catherine Bly Cox, the story of the race to the moon from the perspective of the engineers tasked with getting us there – and back. That one ate a lot of hours normally dedicated to sleep. And I have been doggedly slogging through Prof. Randy Barnett’s post-doctoral thesis, Restoring the Lost Constitution: The Presumption of Liberty. (I’m almost done with that one. It’s my lunchtime reading, and it is NOT a light read.)

Over the Christmas/New Year’s time off I read Hugh Hewitt’s Blog: Understanding the Information Reformation that’s Changing Your World. Hugh doesn’t have a setting below “Wide Open” does he? Before that I managed to find a copy of Dr. Thomas Sowell’s excellent Vision of the Anointed: Self-Congratulation as a Basis for Social Policy. In between all of that, I’ve snuck in the stray novel or two. Or six.

So when I say I read a lot, you can understand why for my birthday my family and friends all gave me the perfect gift: Gift certificates to book stores. I just came back from Barnes & Noble. Today’s selections:

William Gibson’s Pattern Recognition

P.J. O’Rourke’s Peace Kills: America’s Fun New Imperialism

Jared Diamond’s Guns, Germs and Steel: The Fates of Human Societies

Lt. Col. Dave Grossman’s On Killing: The Psychological Cost of Learning to Kill in War and Society

(Man, I read a lot of books with colons in the titles!)

I wasn’t able to find a copy of James Webb’s Born Fighting: How the Scots-Irish Shaped America – another colon-separated title. I’ll have to order that, or see if they have a copy at the used book store. I haven’t used that gift certificate yet.

Anyway, all that reading has been cutting into my writing time (because I haven’t stopped reading off the blogs, or even slacked off much.) Hopefully I’ll have some inspiration to write some more of my trademark Den Bestian-length essays, but I’m not promising anything at the moment.

(Now, which should I start reading first….)

I. Will. Be. Dipped.

Mr. Klein responded. Here is his reply, in its entirety:

Mr Baker,

*bubble burst*

You’re absolutely right on my not reading the entire sight and jumping to conclusions.

“I don’t have a god. But fuck you right back anyway, not that I expect you bothered to read anywhere near this far. Your lips would get too tired”

– I did happen to read the entire response you wrote back – and liked it very much.
I also like your quick wit and ability to backup your statements –
I would like to do the same in this e-mail – unfortunately I do not have the time at the moment.

-Michel Klein

PS. Agnostic myself – I admire someone who hasn’t consumed the kool-aid. On the subject of IQ – I last tested when I was 6yrs old, with a number very similar to yours. I don’t have enough information to put any weight to that, other than my assumption that it’s higher than most of the U.S. population. My apologies for being a schmuck and jumping to conclusions about you from one paragraph on your website, I very much enjoy *spirited* outlooks/viewpoints – I think I may have to read a lot more of your site.

Mouth hangs agape.

Perhaps there is some hope, after all!

Naaah. Probably not.

Edited to add: Mr. Klein’s original missive reminded me of a piece I wrote back in December. His peg fits perfectly into the philosophical hole I wrote about in On Guillotines and Gibbets. Read it (hopefully again) and see if you agree.

“Public Health Care” Update.

Found also at Sky News, a little unscientific poll on how well Brits trust their hospital system. The question, “Do you feel safe in our hospitals?” The response:

“Apparently not.”

As someone once noted, “Public Health Care” seems like a great idea, until you reflect on “Public Restrooms,” and “Public Transportation.”

Ban Guns? Then People Just Get Creative.

Like this little device:

‘PHONE’ GUNMAN JAILED

A man has been jailed for five years for having the latest deadly weapon to hit the streets – a gun disguised as a mobile phone.

Leon Ellison, 26, fired the miniature weapon with two live rounds in a busy street in Nottingham following a fight.

He admitted possession of a firearm, described as a tiny, silver, mobile phone-shaped weapon.

You’ve got to wonder how many of these things are out there.

(But gun control WORKS! Do it some more, ONLY HARDER!)

The Fourth Edition of the Carnival of Cordite is Up!.

AnarchAngel hosts this week, and it’s quite a post! There are over twenty entries this week (two are mine, and uncharacteristically not Den Bestian essays for a change!) Go read!

Happy Birthday to Me, Happy Birthday to Me.

I just got in my birthday present to myself. A thousand prepped and primed .223 cases from Top Brass. These are Lake City headstamped, cleaned, resized, trimmed, and primed with Winchester Small Rifle primers. All I’ve got to do is dump a powder charge in and seat a bullet. I’ve got enough WCC-846 pulldown powder (from Jeff Bartlett) left to load a thousand cases already. Now I’ve got to order a thousand Hornady 75 grain BTHP Match bullets from Sinclair. That’ll be next month, though.

I can build a sub-MOA load good for 600 yards for about $0.20 per round, or I can go to Ammoman and pay the same price for stuff that won’t hold 2 MOA, and isn’t really any good past 300 meters.

Or I cay pay $0.36 a round for Black Hills ammo no better than my handloads.

And that, ladies and gentlemen, is why I handload.

Edited to add:

And this is what my pet load is capable of out of my AR-15 at 100 yards if I do my part:

Woohoo! I Gotta Moonbat!.

We’re on a roll now! I got my first real vicious hate mail! To wit:

To whom it may concern,

I was reading your website and was highly intrigued by the information and
opinions you provide.

On that note:
“Here’s something for you to think about: Chomsky, in my opinion, isn’t an American in anything but legal citizenship. He belongs in Europe. But if he were there, and said things about those governments as he does here about ours, I doubt his voice would be tolerated, much less celebrated.”

You make a grave mistake in the above opinion. You expect other Americans to respect your views/opinions on guns – yet you *shoot* them down when they express their opinions -eluding to the fact he doesn’t deserve to be a U.S. citizen OR is unpatriotic because of his personal views. America is BUILT on freedom of speech – yet you contradict your views on the freedom to bear arms by telling someone they don’t have the right to speak their mind about his government or his country – hypocrit

You attitude is the exact reason this counrty is going downhill – FAST.
Let me assume a few things about you:
You drive an SUV/Large Truck (prob. w/a gunrack)
You are christian
You voted for Bush
You are a conservative Republican

Got ya nailed eh? People like you will be the downfall of the UNITED States. Everyone is entitled to their opinions/beliefs – and to state they are unpatriotic or don’t deserve to live in their Homeland is BULLSHIT (you’re accustomed to that smell, right?)

You are close-minded and have a low IQ – did you enjoy drinking the cool-aid? You can’t think for yourself and must join the Christian Jihad that the rest of you conservative zealots blindly follow without question.

The day when we as a country get invaded by the rest of the world for imposing our conservative christian views will be a great one. I hope assholes like you – Including our president and every other lacky blindly following him, will get what’s coming to them. We need to cull the flock – and you’re high on my list.

-Fuck your god,
Michael Klein

My email (yes, he emailed!) response:

Mr. Klein

Please, let me burst your bubble.

You make a grave mistake in the above opinion. You expect other Americans to respect your views/opinions on guns – yet you *shoot* them down when they express their opinions -eluding(sic) to the fact he doesn’t deserve to be a U.S. citizen OR is unpatriotic because of his personal views. America is BUILT on freedom of speech – yet you contradict your views on the freedom to bear arms by telling someone they don’t have the right to speak their mind about his government or his country – hypocrit(sic)

Try reading the WHOLE piece, rather than giving up six paragraphs in. I specifically state: “The KKK is a small bunch of losers who feel that somebody has to be inferior to them, and their teeth have been pulled (no pun intended.) But this is America – like Chomsky, they have a constitutionally protected right to spew their venom, and we have a constitutionally protected right to ridicule them. America is a great country because it provides a marketplace where all ideas can be expressed to survive or fail on their merits. The KKK and Chomsky have small followings because their ideas fail in that marketplace. Repressing them would give them legitimacy they don’t deserve. That’s also why we don’t ban Mein Kampf. It deserves to be read, to remind us of what those ideas lead to. America is hardly the only place where bad ideas originate.”

Continuing, you write:

You attitude is the exact reason this counrty is going downhill – FAST.

And I believe the same about the radical left. Since you didn’t bother to read the whole piece, or apparently much else on my site, I’m not surprised that you leap to erroneous conclusions.

Let me assume a few things about you:

Be my guest.

You drive an SUV/Large Truck (prob. w/a gunrack)

I drive a Ford Ranger, which is a small truck. No gunrack (surprise!)

You are christian

LOL! This PROVES you didn’t read much on the site. Nope. I’m a heathen. Small ‘A’ atheist to the core.

You voted for Bush

Not with any real relish, but any other option (Kerry) would have been a COMPLETE disaster, as even Markos Moulitsas (Daily Kos) has admitted. I love Bush’s foreign policy, but his domestic agenda leaves a GREAT deal to be desired.

You are a conservative Republican

I’m registered as a Democrat. I’m more of a small “L” libertarian. I actually believe in small government and low taxes. The Republicans just talk that game. I support ending the War on (some) Drugs™, Social Security reform (real), better border security, originalism in the courts (and especially on the Supreme Court), and keeping the goddamned government out of my private life. I support gay marriage, but am less sanguine about gay adoption. I support a woman’s right to choose to terminate pregnancy – up to the second trimester, whereupon it had better be for serious health reasons, because somewhere during the gestation period that fetus becomes a human being with all attendant rights – rights equal to the mother’s. I put that line as somewhere during the second trimester, so to err on the side of caution I think the demarcation line (admittedly arbitrary) should be at the end of the first trimester.
But more than anything else, I think people ought to say what they mean and mean what they say. I think Bush is about the only Federal level politician that does that – on either side of the aisle. So I am a Bush supporter – except on those specifics on which I oppose him. On the side of the Democrats, however, I haven’t seen anybody (possibly excepting Zell Miller) willing to be forthright, except about wanting to curtail my individual rights.

Got ya nailed eh?

Not even close. What does that say about you?

You are close-minded and have a low IQ

Pot? Meet kettle. Last time I tested, my IQ was about 138. Yours? (The words you were looking for were “alluding” and “hypocrite.”) You mistake a closed mind for an informed and considered opinion. There’s a difference, not that you could discern it.

The day when we as a country get invaded by the rest of the world for imposing our conservative christian views will be a great one.

Tsk, tsk. And they keep telling us that the Second Amendment is a useless appendage to the Constitution. “The day we as a country get invaded by the rest of the world” will be the day the rest of the world finds out what an armed populace is for. Not that I expect it to happen. The rest of the world has done a great job of becoming pacifist and disarming, now that we’ve effectively defeated Communism. That is, except for the religious extremists who would like to impose their radical Islamic views on the rest of the world. And what are they going to invade us with? They can’t make any of the weapon systems they use, and the French certainly can’t out-produce us in an all-out war. All the Jihadis have is terrorism.

But by advocating a desire to see the U.S. invaded by a foreign enemy, you’ve just outed yourself as a domestic one. But you’re not un-American, right? Just “the opposition.”
I hope assholes like you – Including our president and every other lacky blindly following him, will get what’s coming to them. We need to cull the flock – and you’re high on my list.

You forget: I’m armed. To do that, you’d actually have to risk your hide, and I don’t think you’ve got the testicular fortitude. And hypocrite? That would be you – I don’t mind that Chomsky exists. I think his ideas need to be heard so that they can be dismissed by people who can think as the bullshit they are. You, on the other hand, want to see me “culled” (that’s radical leftist for “re-educated”) because you disagree with my opinions and my right to express them.

All I have to say to that is: Try.

PLEASE.

Yours truly,

Kevin Baker

(p.s.: I don’t have a god. But fuck you right back anyway, not that I expect you bothered to read anywhere near this far. Your lips would get too tired.) 😀

Ahhh! I feel much better now!

UPDATE, 3/12: Mr. Klein RESPONDED!