Category Archives: Scribbles

Bugs Bunny is Seventy

Huh? He doesn’t look a day over sixty-five. He is, after all, a veteran of the Pacific War, “nipping the Nips” in World War II. Here’s a previous birthday flicker with Elmer Fudd, Sylvester, and Yosemite Sam. So, what’s up, Doc?

Via Sullivan’s Travelers.

The Wanderer: The Last American Slave Ship and the Conspiracy That Set Its Sails

The title of this fascinating work is a phony, as journalist/author Eric Calonius makes clear in his text. The truth seems to have been too much for his New York publisher to bear. That is the author’s sidebar unveiling of the little known late 1850s business offices of slave traders in New York City and their slave ships  down at the wharves of Lower Manhattan.

Calonius shows how these Yankee slave dealers gathered their capital from Northern businessmen and sent their ships to West Africa to buy African slaves low and then sell them high in Cuba and the Caribbean. Then they hosed down their Middle Passage decks and steamed home to New York.

All under the disinterested eyes of corrupt port officialdom (despite federal law making American slave-trading a crime punishable by death). The focus on the Wanderer and the thundering editorials by The New York Times against the few Southern hot-heads who took it to the mouth of the Congo River for slaves and then back to Georgia therefore seems disproportionate as well as hypocritical.

The author smartly weaves the Wanderer tale in with the 1850s politics of North and South and other events, such as the John Brown raid, that precipitated the Civil War. The tracing of the descendants of one Wanderer slave is a nice touch. Would have been better, though, to have included a few of the unwilling passengers of the more numerous New York slavers who continued to operate well into the war. You know, the war supposedly fought to free the slaves.

Rule 5 rocks

Indeed, one pic of the voluptuous and demonstrably-cute young French singer-exhibitionist Alizee, has brought me in the neighborhood of five hundred hits in the past three days alone.

As the embodiment (so to speak) of blogger Stacy McCain’s Rule 5, that is not a surprise. However, she still has a ways to go to beat out my previous (and ongoing) hit-makers, Lake Travis in drought, Port Aransas from the air, and Miles Austin’s girlfriend. Nevertheless, I’m grateful, both to Rule 5 and the fetching Ms. Alizee. Have a nice day, dear. You deserve it.

The Flying Barrel

F3f3oClockResearching my book on radar development in Texas, I encountered the Grumman F-3F, the last American military biplane fighter. Nevermind why. Pilots called it the “Flying Barrel,” not very affectionately would be my guess.

Mexican invasion? Naw

The online Cypress Times of little Cypress (northwest of Houston) is gaining notoriety today for this apparently inaccurate report of a Mexican drug gang’s cross-border invasion of some ranches near Laredo. A little call to the watch commander of the Laredo PD seems to have cleared it all up. Heh.

Via Instapundit.

Blogger crackdown?

Another call for it, this time from a CNN toady. Don’t these people get tired of trying to abuse the First Amendment in the name of, ahem, their use of the same? I know I am tired of them doing it. But, then, I never watch them anyhow. And that,  right there, is probably the crux of their angst: more people would rather read the Web than watch them.

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Rule 5: Alizee

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