Category Archives: Scribbles

Coming Apart: The State of White America, 1960-2010

We’ve known for years the seldom-discussed fact that black American families were disintegrating. Too many black fathers seemingly are unable to marry the (white or black) mothers of their children or to stick around to help raise them. They are often unwilling to work, and frequently wind up in prison. Then their abandoned children grow up and follow suit. More single mothers with babies. More fleeing and imprisoned fathers.

Author Charles Murray doesn’t discuss any of that. He apparently learned not to after the Bell Curve. What he does, via voluminous statistics, surveys, a few anecdotes and much good writing, is show that this pursuit of irresponsibility has now spread to an appalling percentage of formerly working class white American men and women. In a growing new lower class, these men are isolated, intentionally unemployed and on welfare. The women are struggling with single parenting. Among them, the traditional American virtues of industriousness, marriage, religious observance, and community involvement have almost vanished.

You can see the declining industriousness on just about any urban street corner where the beggars have long been almost uniformly white and black men seeking cigarettes and beer money their food stamps will not buy. No Asians, very few Latinos. They’re too busy working, taking care of their families, going to church and helping out in youth sports or Cub Scouts. Illegal immigration just might be the prop that keeps our burgeoning welfare state from collapse.

Murray doesn’t mention that either. He tries to be optimistic in the face of an analysis that points to national doom. Our expanding welfare state helps this new lower class grow and raises the ante in unprecedented national debt. Murray hopes for a Great Awakening in which the majority finally figure out that the feckless and corrupt politicians of both parties are taking us all for a ride, but it seems more likely we’ll first have to follow Europe into bankruptcy.

Mr. President, give Maher his $1 million back

So is Rush Limbaugh’s crude incivility to Ms. Fluke unique? Hardly.

“…the grand pooh-bah of media misogyny is without a doubt Bill Maher—who also happens to be a favorite of liberals—who has given $1 million to President Obama’s super PAC.

“Maher has called Palin a ‘dumb twat’ and dropped the C-word in describing the former Alaska governor. He called Palin and Congresswoman Bachmann ‘boobs’ and ‘two bimbos.’ He said of the former vice-presidential candidate, ‘She is not a mean girl. She is a crazy girl with mean ideas.’

“He recently made a joke about Rick Santorum’s wife using a vibrator. Imagine now the same joke during the 2008 primary with Michelle Obama’s name in it, and tell me that he would still have a job.”

Mr. President, give this gutless Hollywood swine his money back! It’s the least you can do for, uh, civility. So far the call is being ignored. No surprise.

Meanwhile, fans of Rush are fighting back, and enemies of Maher, likewise.

Then, I call on you in the name of liberty

It’s traditional here to read this aloud on the 2nd of March, which is Texas Independence Day. Even big-Lib Gov. Ann Richards did it when she was in office.

Commandancy of the Alamo

Bexar, Feby. 24th, 1836

To the People of Texas & all Americans in the World– Fellow
Citizens and Compatriots–

I am besieged by a thousand or more of the Mexicans under Santa Anna–I have sustained a continual Bombardment & cannonade for 24 hours & have not lost a man–The enemy has demanded a surrender at discretion, otherwise the garrison are to be put to the sword, if the fort is taken–I have answered the demand with a cannon shot, & our flag still waves proudly from the walls–I shall never surrender or retreat.

Then, I call on you in the name of Liberty, of patriotism & everything dear to the American character, to come to our aid with all despatch–The enemy is receiving reinforcements daily & will no doubt increase to three or four thousand in four or five days. If this call is neglected, I am determined to sustain myself as long as possible & die like a soldier who never forgets what is due to his own honor & that of his country–Victory or Death.

William Barret Travis, Lt. Col. comdt.

Much more detail at this classic site. And a contemporary view via the Alamocam. After 176 years you can still “hear” some of the Alamo in this Deguello bugle call of No Quarter. The dictator’s troops played it before their final, successful dawn assault on March 6, 1836.

Hector the Hero

This Scottish lament, a pretty song which I recently learned to play on the violin, has a curious history to go along with its curious title.

It was composed in 1903 by Scottish fiddler J. Scott Skinner to honor a friend—a Scottish general in the British army who was publically accused of homosexuality with boys. Which is pedophilia rather than homosexuality, but folks weren’t drawing distinctions in those days, and homosexual sex was illegal. You could go to prison for it.

A government commission later exonerated him but it was too late for the general.  He had promptly killed himself— either confirming the accusation or simply acknowledging that his name would be forever besmirched.

“Lament him, ye mountains of Ross-shire;
Your tears be the dew and the rain;
Ye forests and straths, let the sobbing winds
Unburden your grief and pain.”

 

Scottish Shetland fiddlers Jenna Reid and Aly Bain play a nice version of it here. Needless to say my own version (so far minus their good vibrato and delicate sustained bowing) is rather robotic, but, hey, I’m working on it.

Science Fiction Recommendations

I’ve finished several new ones lately, some I’ve reviewed at Amazon and others I haven’t, either for lack of time or indecision about how to put my conclusions about them. Even when I enjoyed them as much as I did these.

Ashes of Candesce seems to be the end of an incredibly imaginative five-part series. Count to A Trillion is another dandy, also a far-future story, that won’t lose your interest.

Then, there’s Night Trains, a time-travel tale, the sort of thing I don’t normally read but I’m glad I read this one. And Chronospace, another time-traveler. Hmm. I guess I do read them.

And, of course, there’s In The Lion’s Mouth, the latest installment of an absorbing Celtic space-opera series. And, while you’re at it, don’t miss Permanence, more far-future story-telling worth your time.

Or you could take the more classic, Instapundit recommendations route.

Wyoming prepares for the worst

The Wyoming legislature’s new doomsday bill may be overblown. They might need an army, an aircraft carrier (!) and their own currency?

On the other hand, the national debt does stand at an unprecedented $15 trillion, and the MSM keeps looking the other way—letting Obozo lie about what he’s doing while the missus keeps taking expensive vacations on our dime.

Meanwhile, gasoline is now above $5 a gallon in Los Angeles. Where, indeed, will it end?

Concludes VDH:  Probably near $10 a gallon.

Via Instapundit.

Beware Muslim judges, the American ones

If, that is, you have chosen to do what no American political comedian dares to do, i.e. mock the Prophet Mohammed.

Like this poor fellow in Pennsylvania. The self-identified Muslim-American judge let his Muslim attacker off and, instead, berated the victim in court. Smooth, yes?

Mock Jesus, sure, no problem. Moses? He’s all yours. The “edgy” American political comedians do them all the time. But Mohammed? Not on your life. Or theirs.

UPDATE:  Now the judge claims he’s a Lutheran. But he’s still bashing the victim. Can’t insult them Mooslems. No, sir.