Monthly Archives: September 2013

Then, and now

The UT Tower sniping has pretty much faded from local memory, but one aspect of it should be remembered for how things worked in 1966.

“After the first fifteen minutes, the sniper was pinned down by students and other civilians who’d spontaneously flocked to the university area with deer rifles.”

People were trusted, then, to do the right thing. Some didn’t, of course, but many did. Nowadays we’re all lumped in with the creeps who don’t. And we “shelter in place” like cowards while waiting for the police to arrive. Only to find out that their first priority is to go home safe at the end of their shift.

A similar Austin incident now would probably have a bigger toll than 1966’s seventeen dead and thirty-two wounded, all in those first fifteen minutes before the deer rifles spoke.

Via Instapundit, who agrees with a reader comment that lefty Austin is no longer a real part of Texas. Maybe, but I can’t think of a city in Texas today (or anywhere else in the country, see the Navy Yard massacre) that could now replicate Austin’s civilian defenders of 1966.

I have a dream

The more Barry’s incompetence, mendacity and general indifference to the majority of Americans, i.e. those of the Caucasian persuasion, become apparent, the more we can expect to see his court media hunting down racial slurs, real or imagined. Even inventing a few, when it suits them.

It’s the Democrat’s oldest ploy. Well, since 1964, anyhow. Before that they specialized in racial slurs of their own. Hell, they organized the Ku Klux Klan. Now, though, they gotta deflect attention from reality, which is pathetic beyond belief. Who could have guessed that the first black president would turn out to be a racist scumbag?

Me, I think the Great Divider’s claim on our sensitivity to the his half-race is long past its shelf life, left behind on one of Mooch’s expensive vacations or else the golf course where the GD spends most of his time. Time to send him a crate of bananas, followed by another crate of watermelons. Yup. A blunt message to let him know we are past playing his race games. Give his pet media something to howl about. Then ignore them all. I, uh, have a dream.

Some great music for pennies a pop

The computer game Neptune Gasoline never made it to production but that certainly wasn’t Jonathan Geer’s fault. My favorite Austin pianist/composer has done more than a few game soundtracks (thirteen so far) and Neptune Gasoline was one of his better efforts.

Fortunately, even if the game cratered, the music still is available in MP3 format at pennies a pop. My favorite there is A Thousand Light Years at 3:32 for a mere 89 cents, or more if you want to be generous and help out a talented guy who has the proverbial bright future ahead of him, shades and all.

Or try Eye of The Pond at 2:02, from Jonny’s soundtrack for Sparkle 2, an arcade puzzle game that is apparently pretty popular.

And don’t miss JG’s score for the PC adventure game OwlBoy, when it becomes available. No MP3s for sale yet, but you can preview the main theme of the really cool music here on YouTube.

Ireland bound

Mrs. Charm departs this morning for the airport and a day mostly in the air (Austin to Newark to Shannon) for eight days in Ireland with friends from Kansas City. They’ll be staying out in the country towns of Kenmare, Doolin and Dingle.

Mr. B. and I will be roughing it, eating Kosher hot dogs and cold cuts and him his favorite TV dinners and EZ Mac. In short, we’ll be glad when she returns, full of tales about the rainy, chilly Irish weather, no doubt. In September!

Did you know that Ireland shares the same latitude (53rd parallel north) as Lake Winnepeg in Canada? Also parts of Alaska? Yup. It is that many miles north. Hundreds of them north of Texas. No wonder so many Irish have emigrated to the US. They came to get warm.

Tell me again, why are chemical weapons so awful?

It’s bad enough that a nation’s youth wind up fighting (and dying in) the wars their elitist “leaders” start and then sit back and watch from a comfortable chair with servants bringing them refreshments. But what’s with all this WMD whoop-de-do?

Nukes I can see. Yep, you could do a real mass number on a whole city that way. Nagasaki, for instance. Also biologicals, perhaps, though they would be somewhat easier to contain the swifter you could plan, manufacture and deploy preventative pharmaceuticals.

But chemicals? They’re called “gas,” apparently to scare civilians and save lazy journalists an extra sentence or two, but they’re usually heavier-than-air and so not at all easy to disperse, even in a crowded subway car. The Tokyo sarin attacks in ’95, were bad enough, but still managed to kill only thirteen, and permanently injure about fifty, and that was on several cars.

And, when you get down to the nitty-gritty, except for the inevitable bowel voiding and vomiting, chemicals leave a pretty nice corpse for the loved ones to gather round before the planting—much nicer than a pile of steaming offal, which would be the result of even an incompetent machinegunning inside that aforementioned subway car.

But, somehow, machineguns escaped the WMD label. Pure twaddle.

Our coming winter: colder than usual

I was thinking back on Labor Day when I cut back the Antique Roses in the Back Forty whether I should go the whole hog one-third trim, or do what I did which was just give them a haircut and plan to give them another one in January, instead of waiting to Valentine’s as is customary with this breed.

Now I wish I had gone the one-third, because January could be icy (probably not snowy, that’s hardly ever true here) according to WeatherBell meteorologist Joe Bastardi. His conclusion is terse: “Another colder, snowier than normal winter is on the way, in my opinion. I would prepare using a blend of 02-03, 09-10 as two-thirds, with 04-05, 06-07 as one-third…”

If the latter half of the statement is confusing, it refers to analogue winters which is Bastardi’s favorite method of forecasting because it frequently works. The winter of 2010, for instance, was so cold here that the green elephant ears in the front beds turned black and fell on the ground. They grew back, of course, from the roots. Go here for his not very technical, reasonably easy to understand explanation with lots of pretty graphics.

Yom Kippur, forty years ago: Lu Yehi

Whatever it is about decadal anniversaries, they seem to affect everyone. Hence today’s commemoration of Israel’s Yom Kippur War when the Syrians, etc. attacked a few hours after sundown and into the high holy day.

It was a near thing, especially in the Golan Heights, where the relic hulks of a few destroyed Syrian and Israeli tanks remain at strategic points on the landscape as permanent reminders.

Snoopy the Goon’s preferred reminder is Lu Yehi (May it be):  “…written by our late and much beloved Naomi Shemer 40 years ago, during the war, is part of our collective inheritance and is forever associated with that war.”

Go there and listen. Here are the lyrics in English.

 

ALL WE PRAY FOR
There is still a white sail on the horizon
Opposite a heavy black cloud
All that we ask for – may it be 

And if in the evening windows
The light of the holiday candles flickers
All that we seek – may it be

May it be, may it be – Please – may it be
All that we seek – may it be.

What is the sound that I hear
The cry of the shofar and the sound of drums
All that we ask for – may it be

If only there can be heard within all this
One prayer from my lips also
All that we seek – may it be

May it be…

Within a small, shaded neighborhood
Is a small house with a red roof
All that we ask for, may it be

This is the end of summer, the end of the path
Allow them to return safely here
All that we seek, may it be

May it be…

And if suddenly, rising from the darkness
Over our heads, the light of a star shines
All that we ask for, may it be

Then grant tranquility and also grant strength
To all those we love
All that we seek, may it be

May it be…

 

 

May you have an easy fast tonight and tomorrow as you think of these things.