Category Archives: Obsessions

Planned Parenthood endorses infanticide

Margaret Sanger would be sooo proud. She always wanted to get rid of the “human weeds,” as she so deftly put it in the NYTimes in 1923. Really.

So the abortion mill known as Planned Parenthood (no parenthood involved, really, just the absence thereof), which mainly does business with black and Hispanic women (those “weeds,” you know) wants to let “mom” decide whether to keep alive an aborted late-term baby who is breathing. Except, uh, if she said no, that would be murder, guys.

Why not San Francisco, Kim?

It’s closer to North Korea, whose idiot dictator apparently has targeted our fair village on the Texas Colorado for the reception of one of his new photoshopped ICBMs.

Perhaps he is enraged at Austin’s recent banning of plastic bags, which might be (unbeknownst to us all) a North Korean product? Presumably they produce something besides bombast, phony photographs and comical military uniforms.

Or is it that our Leftism is sullied by too many military retirees of a conservative bent? Fear not, Jong-un, their electoral power is negligible. In any case, the worm should turn his paper trajectories more to the northwest and bombard the more populated San Francisco. It is even less purely Socialistic, amply demonstrated by its unanimous support of gay marriage, surely a threat to manly Marxist paradises everywhere.

Learning stand-up bass

Another fine evening with the Local On-Call Orchestra last night playing Old Time for contra dancers. Five fiddles (two melody, our chord viola, and me and another beginner on harmony), two mandolins, a banjo, a guitar and a stand-up bass (also called bull fiddle).

“Well, I won’t have any doubt about the rhythm,” I told the bass player who was standing beside my chair. He smiled. Said he was six weeks into learning the instrument. ‘Course he also reads music and plays piano and electric bass guitar. So why the bull fiddle, I asked.

Said he’d always been interested in it and then a friend wrote a song in which one line went “Ninety percent of playing the bass is owning one.” So he bought one and started playing it.

Yesterday’s global cooling

The pols like to keep the little people agitated with one scare or another—see the Boy Emperor’s current gun control campaign which has no chance of becoming law—because it helps keep the snooze media busy while hiding the thieving they’re actually, uh, spending their time and our money on.

The Texas Legislature does it every biennium with some threat of, say, new regulations for abortion (the snooze media backs abortion, you see).

Hence global warming/climate change’s little-remembered antecedent: global cooling leading to an imminent Ice Age. Ah, but these are scientists who preach this stuff, you say? Not really, they’re politicos with science degrees who depend on federal funding to keep their university jobs. And who controls the funding? Congratulations. Now you’re catching on.

Via Powerline, which has a neat video clip showing one “activist” who lately has preached warming actually preaching cooling way back when. Gotta love the Internet.

Our black or Jewish ancestor

I’ve told Mr. B. that he can legitimately claim an African-American ancestor. It would work as an Affirmative Action gambit these days if that should ever be needed. IF, that is, we buy into (or pretend to) the widespread claim that South Carolina planter/slave owner Gideon Gibson was a mulatto.

He was, indisputably as far as my family is concerned, our six greats uncle because we descend from his sister Hannah Gibson and her daughter Marcia Saunders Murphee.

Marcia (nicknamed Massey) married Claudius Pegues III Jr., a disabled Revolutionary War veteran and my four greats grandfather whom my late mother (and subsequently one of her granddaughters) used to establish membership in the Daughters of the American Revolution.

Although if mother knew anything about Hannah and Gideon Gibson she never spoke of them to me. Neither the African nor a possible Jewish connection would have appealed to her, to put it politely.

I prefer the claim that these Gibsons (sometimes spelled Gupson) were, in fact, Sephardic Jews, possibly originally from Portugal. Not that such exalted sources as PBS and Tulane University would necessarily agree. Indeed, large numbers of African Americans claim descent from Gideon and we know what openly daring to disagree with black people will get you nowadays.

But genealogy is very far from an exact science, and other than establishing a link to a person, old (and frequently misspelled) public and private records are at best ambiguous—we have no idea, for instance, whether Gideon called himself a mulatto, or whether some officious British colonial clerk decided he was one based on his skin color, hair texture and/or facial features.

We do know that Gideon carried documents proving he was a free man, because he showed them to the then governor of South Carolina (1740s), which was duly recorded, but the documents could as easily have been his release from indentured servitude—rather common in his time—as any manumission from slavery.

So we are pretty much left to believe what we like. And what I like is the idea that Gideon and Hannah Gibson were not half or less Africans at all but Melungeon Jews, Sephardics in flight (and often in secret) from the Catholic Inquisition which had driven their ancestors from Spain and Portugal.

Although I’m sure the African claim would make a much better Affirmative Action gambit than the Jewish one.

Rule 5: Happy Valentines

Ms Carver without her gun. But, as you can see, her capacity is unimpaired.

Rule 5: Jordan Carver

Would you say her magazine has too much capacity? Or maybe just enough?