Sell It

So one of the big news stories of the day is the (their numbers) $1,700,000,000 marijuana bust in California. 450 agents have been working on collecting and destroying 432,000 plants. Mexican drug cartels have been growing it on National Forest land so they don’t have to deal with the cross border transportation issues.

What are they thinking? Paying Federal agents to collect and destroy a cash crop that in their own estimation is worth 1.7 billion dollars? California is broke, handing out IOUs in place of tax refund broke, can’t pay their bills and may have to default broke. America has lost the War on Drugs just like it loses all the wars it isn’t really trying to win. Let’s surrender.

Sell this pot and let California pay some of it’s bills. Give up the medical pot charade. Legalize it. Tax it. Sell it like alcohol. It’s a waste of law enforcement resources, and it has lead to encroachment of individual freedoms with some of the paramilitary efforts police have been using in the last few decades

Anyway, no drug, not even alcohol, causes the fundamental ills of society. If we’re looking for the source of our troubles, we shouldn’t test people for drugs, we should test them for stupidity, ignorance, greed and love of power.
–P.J. O’Rourke

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Why doesn’t Blogger Fix this Problem?

Blogger account http://www.blogger.com/profile/07931108327742702307 left me the following comment on my last post:

宋香君 said…
希望能有更多心得與我們分享~ ……………………………………………………

He’s been kind of a frequent commenter, but he always says the same thing. And the dots at the end of his comments are to Oriental porn sites like this one. I’ve been deleting his spam and have tried to report this to Google, but it has gotten to be an everyday thing. So, for the rest of you that leave me comments, or would like to leave me comments in the future, I’m sorry that I have felt like I have to turn on comment moderation.

I don’t have any real problem with porn, as a libertarian I think you have a right to rub body parts with other adults, take pictures, and offer them on the internet to other adults that want to look at them. What I don’t think is honorable is spamming non-related websites with comments to your offerings.

In fact when you get right down to it, I think people that write destructive computer viruses, malware, spam, unwanted pop-up ads, or leave shit like that comment above on my blog should be banned from using a computer or accessing the internet for life. Since that’s not going to happen, when you leave me a comment, expect to have it tell you that your comment is awaiting moderation. It can be positive or negative, as long as it is on topic, I will approve it the next time I log on.

The number one rule of thieves is that nothing is too small to steal.
–Jimmy Breslin

Stand By Me

The movie Stand By Me, and the novella of the same title by Steven King captured something true about adolescent boys. The movie compresses the events and friendships of years into a couple of days, to tell a story of boys on edge of adulthood. Here’s the trailer, which doesn’t really do the story justice.

If you take the time to see the movie, I had a friend like Chris. We were in Scouts together. He was better at everything, tougher, fearless. We were always doing something outside, out in the woods with BB guns, or hiking an old railroad line looking for artifacts. We were lucky kids. We grew up in America.

Teddy: Boy, you don’t know nothing! Mighty Mouse is a cartoon. Superman’s a real guy. There’s no way a cartoon could beat up a real guy.
Vern: Yeah, maybe you’re right. It’d be a good fight, though.

–Dialogue walking down the tracks in Stand By Me

In the Gloaming

Borepatch stopped in on his way home from Atlanta with Son 1.0 and along with another local club member, we went to the range after work. Shotguns at clays, Ar-15s and 1911s at paper.

Here he is prone, with my AR-15. The last rounds at the end of a range visit. He returns to the People’s Paradise of Massachusetts tomorrow, but today he got to be a citizen.

I do not believe in people owning guns. Guns should be owned only by the police and military. I am going to do everything I can to disarm this state.
–Michael Dukakis

Fourth of July, 1948


This memory goes to the heart of what I am writing about. America as it was. Here’s the Fourth of July as my father remembers it:

Fourth of July was my number one favorite.  On that day we had fireworks, and my father would take me to Jumbo’s Store to get the fireworks a couple of days before the holiday.  Jumbo’s was owned by a man of Syrian decent who had a big goiter on his neck.  It made him look grotesque, and we kids were afraid of him.  He was a friend of my father, and I was not scared of him when I was with my father.  The fruit store he ran was very dirty, and my mother told my father not to buy any fruit from him.  He only had fireworks on the Fourth of July, and it seemed like the whole store was filled with them at that time.  My father would buy me penny rockets, one inch, two inches and cherry bombs.  Later on when I had money I earned, I had to buy my own.  All of my friends had fireworks, and we would spend the day before the fourth and the Fourth of July setting them off.  Cherry Bombs were my favorite, because you didn’t have to light them, but could set them off by throwing them at a hard surface. They made a lot of noise, and we would throw them at each others feet.  Two inchers were also my favorites, and you could throw them if you didn’t hold them too long after you lit them.  Every so often, there was a newspaper article about some kid who blew his fingers off, or burned his hand playing with them.  The penny skyrockets were also fun.  We put them in an empty milk bottle and they would soar up in the air after they were lit.  I remember setting some penny rockets off in the street in front of my house once, and it landed on the roof of a house across the street, while it was still burning.  I stood watching it, hoping and praying it would go out before it set the house on fire.  Luckily it did.  There was also a parade on the Fourth of July, and most of the town population would go downtown to see it.  I always went to the front of City Hall to watch it.  People would wave flags, and kids would set off fireworks.  It was a happy time. In 1948 or 1949 the state banned fireworks because they said too many children were getting hurt by them.  It ruined the Fourth of July for me. 

The United States is the only country with a known birthday.
–James G. Blaine