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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.

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.

Waiting for the Ole Miss catastrophe

Hard to believe the Longhorns defense could have improved sufficiently in six days to erase their BYU beatdown—550 rushing yards allowed. My Mississippi cousins are happily anticipating tomorrow’s Ole Miss game. They always win the tailgate, they like to say, but this time they have a good chance to win the game.

Even former Texas safety Kenny Vaccaro, now lighting up opponents of the New Orleans Saints, says the problems are on the field, not with the coaches on the sidelines. No grit, no leadership, no execution. At least we have one good Texas game to watch tomorrow (Aggies vs Alabama) even if the QB in College Station is a self-centered jerk who will never make it in the NFL.

UPDATE:  Hoo-Boy, do these 2013 Longhorns suck. No defense and very inconsistent offense. After three scoreless quarters, including the whole second half, they lost 44 to 23. Kansas State next week undoubtedly will be more of the same—only the KState score will be a lot higher.

As for the Ags, they almost beat Bama a second time, but lost 49-42. Despite Manziel the bad-boy wonder-worker and his last-minute 95 yard TD.

AND:  Mrs. Charm, taking Mr. Boy to lunch out near Cedar Park day after the game, reports seeing a Longhorn flag in someone’s front yard: It was at half-staff and upside down. Yep.

Rule 5: Helicopter hottie

One of the better email forwards I’ve ever received, this one from J.D. over at Mouth of The Brazos. I want to believe this is one of the Obozo court media embarking for another bit of suck-up stenography, but I have to admit I never saw one this striking in 35 years in the biz, nor quite in this way, of course. Except in fantasy. Ah, fantasy. Life’s recurring, ennobling pleasure.

Classic gun threat and defense

“Alexander directs his muzzle roughly at the robber’s larynx from a distance of only inches, while maintaining his left hand in a position to deflect an attempt by the robber to raise his own handgun. Alexander says he followed this action by informing the robber that ‘you need to get out of here before I blow your head off.’”

With some free legal analysis from the law professor-proprietor of the blog Legal Insurrection. Who says that, as usual with these cases of right-to-carry, stand-your-ground gun defense, no shots were fired. Brandishing with a promise to kill was enough to drive a robber away.

Will there be a Christmas truce, too?

It’s tempting to follow Norman Podhoretz’s theory that Obozo’s Syria Circus isn’t ineptitude but a nefarious plot to make the USA look stupid. Because otherwise, with its shifting claims of really tough strikes, but not too really tough, mind you, it’s clowns all the way down.

But it could be our favorite Nobel Peace Prize winner has decided he actually likes rattling sabers now and then and he’s trying to channel LBJ and his turn-the-screw attacks on North Viet Nam.

They were supposed to, you know, bring the Commies to the Paris peace table, whether square, rectangular or round, so that Lyndon could get re-elected for having won an unpopular war. And if so does this mean Obongo will eventually be offering Baby Assad a Christmas truce?

UPDATE: Looks like Lurch’s “trust us” b.s. turned into an apparently offhand remark about letting Russia secure Baby Assad’s chemical weapons which has now morphed into Obongo’s new no-strike-Syria policy. And after all that two-bit histrionics. Geeze Louise. There’s obviously no Xmas “truce” in the offing now.

MORE:  Or Not. Is Obozo being played by the Russians? Who better?