Category Archives: Scribbles

Another Vietnam wannabe unmasked

This one is a politician. The attorney general of Connecticut, no less. And a Democrat, of course. No surprise, either way. They always seem to be politicians (when they’re not academics, so many of whom dodged the draft in the 60s and 70s). What gripes me about them is they lie about us and their lies perpetuate myths, or as I had a character in a short story put it, “the lies that everyone knows are true.” Because of these weenies.

Via Instapundit

UPDATE:  Looks like this clown will walk away from it. A prosecutor who has prosecuted many a liar for lying. Irony.  Course it helps that the liberal media is covering for him. No surprise. He is a Democrat, after all. One of their own.

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Downtown Comfort

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First B-ball injury

Mr. B. came away from today’s game with a sprained wrist after being knocked down on the court as he tried to dribble away from two very aggressive opponents. He’s okay, but he did a little howling first. After last week’s great scoring performance, he had nothing to show and his team lost 25-5.

He had one really nice shot before the injury, shooting from the vicinity of the foul line. The official blew his whistle while the ball was in the air, so the fact that it swished through the net didn’t count at all. Frustrating. Next weekend is the WAYA playoffs and then organized basketball is over for him until basketball camp in late July.

TEXAS: A Historical Atlas

What a book. The colorful new atlas, which aims to supplant a popular one published in 1990 by the same author, A. Ray Stephens, seems to have it all. It’s even prettier.

Step back a few decades, and you see the strengths in its graphical presentations, the data usually sorted by counties. The dwindling of farms, from their peak in 1900 to the present’s paucity. The dramatic rise in urban populations and extension of the railroads–including a photo of a train crossing the dramatic Pecos High Bridge, built in 1882. Major aquifers, native-plant regions, and location of the worst tornadoes. Go back farther and, well, how about the distribution of slaves in 1850 and again in 1861? A lot fewer than you might think.

There are weaknesses. The modern distribution of cattle, of all things, notably does not include (the fact is noted but the reason left unstated), the numbers of cows in the miles-long industrial feedlots of the Panhandle.

As Mrs. C. says: “Coffee-table books are supposed to be pretty and not controversial.” By that measure it’s not surprising that it’s less informative the closer it gets to its publication date. For one, illegal immigration from Mexico (the politically-correct phrase “undocumented workers” is used) is dismissed as merely “producing much rhetoric.” A few hundred thousand people a year swamping schools, emergency rooms and charities and increasing the danger on highways is more than rhetoric.

No, most of the strengths are in the past, with special maps and diagrams for Mexican Texas, the early explorers from 1519, the grants of the empresarios and major early roads, the Texas Revolution. The modern section is eclectic: mapping nuclear and coal-fired power plants, the lumber industry, distribution of major crops, colleges and universities, and ethnic and racial groups by county.

All-in-all, and despite the faults,  an invaluable reference work of which I was pleased to receive a review copy. One only wonders why it’s published by the University of Oklahoma Press.

More Port Aransas

PortABoogieBoardBoogie-boarding at Port A, where there is still no threat from the BP oil-spill.

Calderon: Protect our safety valve

Mexican President Calderon is upset with Arizona for refusing to be Old Mexico’s political safety valve and continue accepting illegal immigrants. Why, if this refusal catches on Mexico’s oligarchy might have to stave off revolution by actually creating new jobs for its own people.

Which would cut into the economic status quo enjoyed by Calderon and his cronies. So much easier to encourage poor Mexicans to go north and work for the gringos. And wax indignant at any threat to the goverment’s favored practice, i.e. screw the gringos. And, of course, his fellow Mexicans.

Fried Okra

GoliadStreetSceneDowntown (well, on the square) Goliad where dinner is just $6.99