Maggie's Farm

A re-post from last spring:

Mohonk. My Gramp's favorite place, and one of my Pa's favorites, if you don't include Tuscany or Norway. When you arrive, your first view of the place in the woods�is astonishing. Great rock-climbing in the Gunks.

Tanglewood. Stay in Lenox, or at the 200 year-old �Red Lion in Stockbridge, not too far from Maggie's Farm.

Chatauqua.�Yes, it still exists and is going strong, with mental stimulation.

The Mount Washington Hotel. A grand year-round place, if you ski or snowshoe.

Chatham Bars Inn.�Mostly summer, on the elbow of the Cape. My preference for the Cape is early September: water is warm, the crowds thin out, and the migratory birds are everywhere.

Monhegan Island. Get away from it all, even more so than Cuttyhunk.

Wellfleet. The real old regular-folks Cape, without the nouveau riche of Nantucket and Martha's Vineyard and their Hummers.

Photo: Monhegan Island, from this guy's photo site

Pre-posted for your reading pleasure, like all of Bird Dog's posts this week:

Are men boring? Women think so. They never met me.

Inconspicuous consumption. The less money your peer group has, the more bling you buy.

Giving poor kids laptops does nothing for them.

Saudi-run VA school teaches hate. But if some cultures hate, then isn't tolerance of hate multiculturally tolerant?

The utopian origins of Dilbert's workspace

The few, the proud. Harvard's 5 ROTC grads

Politics and religion: Permitted, but not encouraged?

The Myth of Equality: Bynum in The New English Review

Why the FCC should not exist

Get ready for the oil price drop

Boortz never actually delivered this comencement speech, which he wrote in 1998 to protest never having been asked to deliver one. Here's a sample of it:

Now, I realize that most of you consider yourselves Liberals.  In fact, you are probably very proud of your liberal views.  You care so much. You feel so much.  You want to help so much.  After all you're a compassionate and caring person, aren't you now?  Well, isn't that just so extraordinarily special.  Now, at this age, is as good a time as any to be a liberal; as good a time as any to know absolutely everything. You have plenty of time, starting tomorrow, for the truth to set in.

Over the next few years, as you begin to feel the cold breath of reality down your neck, things are going to start changing pretty fast... including your own assessment of just how much you really know.

So here are the first assignments for your initial class in reality:  

Pay attention to the news, read newspapers, and listen to the words and phrases that proud Liberals use to promote their causes.  Then, compare the words of the left to the words and phrases you hear from those evil, heartless, greedy conservatives.  From the Left you will hear "I feel." From the Right you will hear "I think."  From the Liberals you will hear references to groups -- The Blacks, the Poor, The Rich, The Disadvantaged, The Less Fortunate.  From the Right you will hear references to in dividuals.  On the Left you hear talk of group rights; on the Right, individual rights.

That about sums it up, really:  Liberals feel.  Liberals care.  They are pack animals whose identity is tied up in group dynamics.  Conservatives and Libertarians think -- and, setting aside the theocracy crowd, their identity is centered on the individual.

 You can read the whole thing, with the background, at Snopes

Some Father's Day eye candy, courtesy of Theo:

The Lord appeared to Abraham by the oaks of Mamre, as he sat at the entrance of his tent in the heat of the day. ²He looked up and saw three men standing near him. When he saw them, he ran from the tent entrance to meet them, and bowed down to the ground. ³He said, “My lord, if I find favor with you, do not pass by your servant. ⁴Let a little water be brought, and wash your feet, and rest yourselves under the tree. ⁵Let me bring a little bread, that you may refresh yourselves, and after that you may pass on—since you have come to your servant.” So they said, “Do as you have said.” ⁶And Abraham hastened into the tent to Sarah, and said, “Make ready quickly three measures of choice flour, knead it, and make cakes.” ⁷Abraham ran to the herd, and took a calf, tender and good, and gave it to the servant, who hastened to prepare it. ⁸Then he took curds and milk and the calf that he had prepared, and set it before them; and he stood by them under the tree while they ate.

⁹They said to him, “Where is your wife Sarah?” And he said, “There, in the tent.” ¹⁰Then one said, “I will surely return to you in due season, and your wife Sarah shall have a son.” And Sarah was listening at the tent entrance behind him. ¹¹Now Abraham and Sarah were old, advanced in age; it had ceased to be with Sarah after the manner of women. ¹²So Sarah laughed to herself, saying, “After I have grown old, and my husband is old, shall I have pleasure?” ¹³The Lord said to Abraham, “Why did Sarah laugh, and say, ‘Shall I indeed bear a child, now that I am old?’ ¹⁴Is anything too wonderful for the Lord? At the set time I will return to you, in due season, and Sarah shall have a son.” ¹⁵But Sarah denied, saying, “I did not laugh”; for she was afraid. He said, “Oh yes, you did laugh.”

My heart leaps up when I behold
              A rainbow in the sky:
          So was it when my life began;
          So is it now I am a man;
          So be it when I shall grow old,
              Or let me die!
          The Child is father of the Man;
              I could wish my days to be
          Bound each to each by natural piety.
                                          "My heart leaps up," 1802.

Intimations of Immortality from Recollections of Early Childhood (1803-06)

  I

          THERE was a time when meadow, grove, and stream,
          The earth, and every common sight,
                    To me did seem
                  Apparelled in celestial light,
          The glory and the freshness of a dream.
          It is not now as it hath been of yore;--
                  Turn wheresoe'er I may,
                    By night or day,
          The things which I have seen I now can see no more.

                                   II

                  The Rainbow comes and goes,
                  And lovely is the Rose,
                  The Moon doth with delight
            Look round her when the heavens are bare,
                  Waters on a starry night
                  Are beautiful and fair;
              The sunshine is a glorious birth;
              But yet I know, where'er I go,
          That there hath past away a glory from the earth.

                                  III

          Now, while the birds thus sing a joyous song,
              And while the young lambs bound
                  As to the tabor's sound,
          To me alone there came a thought of grief:
          A timely utterance gave that thought relief,
                  And I again am strong:
          The cataracts blow their trumpets from the steep;
          No more shall grief of mine the season wrong;
          I hear the Echoes through the mountains throng,
          The Winds come to me from the fields of sleep,
                  And all the earth is gay;
                      Land and sea
              Give themselves up to jollity,
                  And with the heart of May
              Doth every Beast keep holiday;--
                  Thou Child of Joy,
          Shout round me, let me hear thy shouts, thou happy
                    Shepherd-boy!

                                   IV

          Ye blessed Creatures, I have heard the call
              Ye to each other make; I see
          The heavens laugh with you in your jubilee;
              My heart is at your festival,
              My head hath its coronal,
          The fulness of your bliss, I feel--I feel it all.
              Oh evil day! if I were sullen
              While Earth herself is adorning,
                  This sweet May-morning,
              And the Children are culling
                  On every side,
              In a thousand valleys far and wide,
              Fresh flowers; while the sun shines warm,
          And the Babe leaps up on his Mother's arm:--
              I hear, I hear, with joy I hear!
              --But there's a Tree, of many, one,
          A single Field which I have looked upon,
          Both of them speak of something that is gone:
              The Pansy at my feet
              Doth the same tale repeat:
          Whither is fled the visionary gleam?
          Where is it now, the glory and the dream?

                          (The rest of the ode is below the fold)        

Sempre libera, from Traviata:

It is not as a child that I believe and confess Jesus Christ. My hosanna is born of a furnace of doubt.

Fyodor Dostoevsky, The Brothers Karamazov

However, some of us will remain on the farm to milk the chickens, feed the cows, let in the mouse and to kick the dog - and we have also pre-posted and re-posted some good stuff to keep things interesting here.

So stay tuned!

We will be based in Stresa. Will bring camera and my usual pitiful photo skills. The best part is that, unlike Florence, Rome, or Milan (we are bypassing Milan), there is not much to buy up there. No shopping to speak of. And internets? I won't even bother to try. Or maybe I will try to post some photos if I can.

Photo: The Grand Hotel Majestic, in Stresa on Lago Maggiore.

Re the Supremes' Guantanamo decision, Scotus Blog. Also, Powerline. Also, Dem Project.

Obama admits he is in favor of higher gas prices

Time to learn what Credit Default Swaps are, because they are the next big mess.

David Warren: Silencing Canadian clergy

Survival tips for time travel to 1000 AD. (h/t, Attack Machine)

Dude, Where's my recession? Insty

All bad weather is henceforth from Global Warming. More from Chicken Little.

How does your compensation compare? h/t, Dr. Bob's Weds. links

The religion of peace. SDA, with an example.

Image: The Iowa, at work. h/t Theo. Raw violence can be strangely beautiful.

Clematis on a picket fence in CT this month. Thanks, reader.

Over the transom:

The presidential primary season is finally over, and it is now time for gun owners to take a careful look at just where apparent nominee Barack Obama stands on issues related to the Second Amendment. During the primaries, Obama tried to hide behind vague statements of support for “sportsmen” or unfounded claims of general support for the right to keep and bear arms. What's his record? 

FACT: Barack Obama voted to allow reckless lawsuits designed to bankrupt the firearms industry.¹

FACT: Barack Obama wants to re-impose the failed and discredited Clinton Gun Ban.²

FACT: Barack Obama voted to ban almost all rifle ammunition commonly used for hunting and sport shooting.³

FACT: Barack Obama has endorsed a complete ban on handgun ownership.²

FACT: Barack Obama supports local gun bans in Chicago, Washington, D.C., and other cities.⁴

FACT: Barack Obama voted to uphold local gun bans and the criminal prosecution of people who use firearms in self-defense.⁵

His real record, based on votes taken, political associations, and long standing positions, shows that Barack Obama is a serious threat to Second Amendment liberties. Don’t listen to his campaign rhetoric! Look instead to what he has said and done during his entire political career. Read the rest:

So long as man remains free he strives for nothing so incessantly and so painfully as to find someone to worship.

Fyodor Dostoevky, The Brothers Karamazov

A guy once told me that he left his only copy of a (typewritten) book manuscript in a NYC taxicab. Never saw it again. He was in a hurry, on his way to copying it before delivering it to a publisher. It was a novel. He tried to rewrite it, but finally said the hell with it. Now he just writes essays.

Brit secret security documents left on train.

DO NOT accidentally carry your very favorite Spyder penknife in your pocket when on your way to a flight. It ends up in the garbage can. Happened to me last time.

The garbagemen must have fun finding goodies in those airport cans. That was a $55 pocket knife.

I remember also getting hassled at Canadian Customs a couple of years ago as they rummaged through my luggage. "Any knives?" they asked. "Well, my Swiss Army Knife is in there." This was a hunting trip. Big lecture about bringing knives into Canada, and they took it away from me. Good grief. But it was a rusty old one, and the essential beer bottle-top opener was rusted into the case.

It's a good thing they didn't find the sharpened grapefruit spoon I always travel with, in case I encounter a good grapefruit.

The Anchoress writes up a storm: Go ahead, impeach him

What's in your spouse's wallet?

Are the media ever going to tell us what Obama believes? Related: Not the Jim Johnson I knew. Getting mighty crowded under that bus.

Mr. Sun is letting us down. No sunspots = cooler climates. Is Maggie's Farm the only website that favors global warming?

Coyote: "perhaps 99% of all government policy failed on incentives issues"

Financial advisors' scare tactics on seniors. Sounds like they learned these tricks from the Dems. Related: How long will you live?

Where are all those Priuses?

Daily (marital) sex - for one year. A burden, but do-able - depending on the book I am into. A true gentleman never disappoints a lady in need.

Drones for the people!

McCain vows to crack down on free enterprise. What? Well, nobody's perfect, right? Speaking of imperfection, the YouTube of McCain's slip-ups

Memo to Barack Hussein Obama: You were somehow taught American etiquette wrongly - or never bothered to learn it. We do take these signs of respect seriously. These traditions bind us, symbolically, as one proudly free people to our remarkable history, in a solemn way which is well-deserved and has been hard-earned. Folks who have served know what to do, automatically but not without feeling. For me, such ceremonies bring tears to my eyes.

From US Flag.org:

The Pledge of Allegiance and National Anthem

The pledge of allegiance should be rendered by standing at attention, facing the flag, and saluting in the appropriate manner. When the national anthem is played or sung, citizens should stand at attention and salute at the first note and hold the salute through the last note. The salute is directed to the flag, if displayed, otherwise to the music.

The Salutes

To salute, all persons come to attention. Those in uniform, or veterans, give the appropriate formal military salute. Citizens not in uniform salute by placing their right hand over the heart and men with head cover should remove it and hold it to left shoulder, hand over the heart. Members of organizations in formation salute upon command of the person in charge.

Non-citizens are not expected to do these things, and America-haters and academics - and even those who prefer for reasons of taste to be modest in their patriotism - will not be arrested if they do not follow the national etiquette - which represents something far larger and deeper than the word "etiquette" can capture.

For your further information, Barack, our national anthem happens to be The Star Spangled Banner. Admittedly unsingable by the average bear, but written in 1812 - a time of trial while a young, hopeful, idealistic, and fragile but brave nation was under attack. In fact, they (the Brits) were the last enemy until 9-11 to effectively attack our Capital.

I find myself thinking the old "America - Love it or Leave It" these days. It's a cliche, and a bit crude for California Chardonnay sippers, but it contains many important Yankee truths in its simple words. "Don't Tread on Me" is simple, too. So is "God Bless America." Millions aspire to come here, and break laws to do so. Perhaps many wish to leave this terrible place? Be my guest. It's not a good fit for you. Find a freer or a better place, and leave today. I'd suggest Dubai, France, Singapore, South Africa, or North Korea. Not England - it's become Moslem and you would be an oppressed dhimmi. Not Canada: no free speech. Argentina might be pleasant.

Maggie's Farm could raise a large fund for one-way tickets to "elsewhere."

Nor is there any embarrassment in the fact that we're ridiculous, isn't it true? For it's actually so, we are ridiculous, light-minded, with bad habits, we're bored, we don't know how to look, how to understand, we're all like that, all, you, and I, and they! Now, you're not offended when I tell you to your face that you're ridiculous? And if so, aren't you material? You know, in my opinion it's sometimes even good to be ridiculous, if not better: we can the sooner forgive each other, the sooner humble ourselves; we can't understand everything at once, we can't start right out with perfection! To achieve perfection, one must first begin by not understanding many things! And if we understand too quickly, we may not understand well. This I tell you, you, who have already been able to understand... and not understand... so much. I'm not afraid for you now.

Fyodor Dostoevsky, The Idiot