Monthly Archives: October 2013

Buffalo soldiers, banana wars and budget fights

Buffalo soldeirs

We white people have had a fairly rough time of it.  Black buffalo soldiers running around all over the west whupping our Indians and taking their land away from them.  http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Buffalo_soldier

No sooner finished beating the last of the tribes onto their own land on reservations than those buffalo soldiers were off getting us into the Banana Wars.  http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Banana_Wars

Hell, a century ago they were down in Honduras and Nicaragua rampaging around protecting the interests of the American Fruit Company.  Yeah, no oil, no heroine.  Bananas.  Fruit.

General Smedley Butler was in command, and here’s what he had to say about those buffalo soldiers and what they did:

Perhaps the single most active military officer in the Banana Wars was U.S. Marine CorpsMajor General, Smedley Butler, who saw action in Honduras in 1903, served in Nicaragua enforcing American policy from 1909–1912, was awarded the Medal of Honor for his role in Veracruz in 1914, and a second Medal of Honor for bravery while “crush(ing) the Caco resistance” in Haiti in 1915. In 1935, Butler wrote in his famous book War Is a Racket:

“I spent 33 years and four months in active military service and during that period I spent most of my time as a high class muscle man for Big Business, for Wall Street and the bankers. In short, I was a racketeer, a gangster for capitalism. I helped make Mexico and especially Tampico safe for American oil interests in 1914. I helped make Haiti and Cuba a decent place for the National City Bank boys to collect revenues in. I helped in the raping of half a dozen Central American republics for the benefit of Wall Street. I helped purify Nicaragua for the International Banking House of Brown Brothers in 1902-1912. I brought light to the Dominican Republic for the American sugar interests in 1916. I helped make Honduras right for the American fruit companies in 1903. In China in 1927 I helped see to it that Standard Oil went on its way unmolested. Looking back on it, I might have given Al Capone a few hints. The best he could do was to operate his racket in three districts. I operated on three continents.”

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Banana_Wars

Like General Smedley Butler, most of us white people feel pretty badly about what those Buffalo Soldiers did to our Indians and those Mexicans in Mexico, Honduras and Nicaragua.  But now even though it’s Iraq and Afghanistan, it’s still going on a century later.

Doesn’t be anything we white people can do to stop it.  They’re taking over.  Can’t even get a budget passed in Congress because of what the Banana wars are costing.

About all that’s left for us white people to say is, “Thank you for your service.

Old Jules

Pore old Columbus

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Think about it. The guy got laughed all over Europe trying to sell an idea.  Didn’t mean any harm, just wanted to find a short way to Asia.  Finally got old Isabella to take him seriously enough to finance a looksee, found what he wasn’t looking for.

So what does he get for a reward?  Hell.  They name WASHINGTON freaking DC after him.  Sheeze.  Everyone in town snorting COLUMBIAN.  Not enough?  Columbia, South Carolina.  Home of Fort Jackson, armpit of the world [where I went through basic training in 1961].

Columbus, Texas, Columbus, Ohio, Columbus, Georgia, sheeze, haven’t we done enough to the guy?

Gets the blame for what all those black buffalo soldiers in the US Army did to the poor Comanche and Apache. 

Think about it.  Poor stupid dork went home and got criticized something awful for the place not being Asia.  As though he put the damned place there. 

Then all that stuff you wouldn’t think even his admirers would wish on their worst enemies.  Naming pestholes and rat nests after him.

Then along comes the late 20th and early 21st Century and all the forces of political correctness and ancestral blame focus on him once a year.  Throw rotten eggs at him.  Dis him.  Call him ugly names and say he was responsible for genocide.  [Well, maybe he was, a little, during that last trip.  But by the standards of the time it was okay.  Hell, even today it’s okay if done by the right people to the right people.]

He just wasn’t that bad a guy.  Just wrong place at the right time.  Couldn’t be helped, more or less.  And he did bring syphilis back to Europe.  That ought to count for something.

Why not cut him some slack.  Roll up a $100 bill and snort a line of  Columbian.  Then whisper, “Thanks Chris.”

Old Jules

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The lingering worldwide genitalia crisis

Whether it's John Kennedy or Madonna in the room behind her probably isn't an issue worth fretting about.  Besides, she mightn't even be female.

Whether it’s John Kennedy or Madonna in the room behind her probably isn’t an issue worth fretting about. Besides, she mightn’t even be female.

A person would think all this would have come to a climax by now.  Heck, the ancient Greeks used to already cross genitals with anything that could walktalk or crawl.  Even Alexander the Great couldn’t figure out which he liked best. 

For a lot of centuries the Ottomans couldn’t make a distinction between little boys and little girls come dark.  The noble Romans, both male and female  spent so much time admiring the muscles of Roman men they lost track of what countries they were losing their grip over.

Centuries, centuries centuries Catholic priests were diddling other peoples’ wives anytime they couldn’t find little boys to amuse them.  From Rock Hudson to Liberace the US entertainment industry has taken a wide-angle view of the whole mess almost from the beginning.  Today the whole arena of female celebrities are fornicating with anyone with a nutsack and an eighball, and probably there’s a smattering of males among them discovering their female sides.

Every fundamentalist and politician in the country happyhappyhappy sending young men off to get gang raped in prison for toking up or owning the wrong controlled substance.   While the fundamentalists, patriots and politicians sit home masturbating with fantasies of being on one side or the other of the whole thing.

Nobody raising any eyebrows.

But suddenly in Israel and Russia they’ve discovered homosexuality and figure it’s something needs some posturing about.  Worse than a bunch of damned Baptists preachers looking up from whatever they’re sneaking around the red-light districts doing.  Noticing there are people out there who don’t make good judgements regarding genital placement.

Fact is, when the USSR was running over Germany as it retreated from the Red Army during WWII no anus of either gender was safe from invasion by Red Army penetration.  

And while they mightn’t be Zionists, there’s reason to suspect a plethora of successful, well-known Jews worldwide can’t be accurately portrayed as heterosexual.

Seems likely given the fact it’s been going on so long and the people doing it are otherwise frequently good folks, that nothing much is going to change.  People are going to do pretty much whatever they want with their genitals.  All social pressures, government, religious damnation can do is make them try to find darker places to do it.

In a world where Chinese kill off one hell of a lot of their girl-babies and US women get so drunk or stoned they forget to use contraceptives and need the right to abort fetuses it’s hard to reconcile the whole thing.  Too confusing to assimilate.

Maybe Cher or Madonna could clear it all up.

Old Jules

Craigslist buyers coming home to Jesus

"Hello.  I want that generator!  Tell me how to get there.  Be there in a couple of hours.  Don't sell it to anyone else."

“Hello. I want that generator! Tell me how to get there. Be there in a couple of hours. Don’t sell it to anyone else.”

Getting a lot of response trying to sell that Onan generator on Craigslist.  Heck, everyone wants it.  All I’ve got to do is walk up the hill and wait, they’ll be there before you can say Jack Robinson.

Reckon why someone would do something of that sort?  Lying through their damned teeth, saying something of that sort, obviously never intending to do it?

And not just one.  Floods.

Space aliens, I figures.  Setting me up for the big one.

Old Jules

401Ks and IRAs touring Atlantis

Speaking of savings and shell games.

Privatizning the Social Security Administration ought to seal things up.  Close the doors and call the law to get the vagrants off the streets.

Privatizing the Social Security Administration ought to seal things up. Close the doors and call the law to get the vagrants off the streets.

My friend Rich worked most of his life for one of the phone companies going around testing and fixing whatever the hell goes wrong with them.  Spang came nigh unto getting runned over by out-of-control cars, getting electrocuted, all the dangers of being a working man.

But he was prudent.  Constantly did the wise, advised thing every month, investing in 401K and IRAs just as wise advisors said a person ought to so’s to have some security in old age retirement.

Had himself a comfortable pile of money in there when it came retirement time, looked forward to his remaining years without financial worries or woes.

Then he noticed his money was going away without him touching it.  Spang, suddenly the value of his 401Ks and IRA shrunk, then shrunk some more, vanished into the Twilight Zone.

Hell of a bargain for him because he didn’t have to go to the trouble of spending it.  Whatever the hell happened to that money, evidently someone somewhere else who didn’t go to the trouble of saving it must have stuck in his pockets, bought a new Mercedes, snorted some really good stuff.

So now old Rich draws his Social Security pension and tries to live on it, same as so many others.  Doesn’t have to worry about what kinds of things he might buy if he had that money.

All he has to worry about now is whether the US government will keep paying him his Social Security pension, or whether they’ll turn it over to the same people who handled his 401Ks and IRAs.

Life goes on.

Old Jules

Twilight Zone banking – 1% interest on your savings! Get it while it’s hot.

The US Federal Reserve and its branches oversee these matters, while staying in the background and keeping a low profile.

The US Federal Reserve and its branches oversee these matters, while staying in the background and keeping a low profile.

Hi readers.  Thanks for coming by for a read.

An acquaintance of mine sold off his home and land elsewhere a while back, carried the note.  But the buyer payed off the whole thing unexpectedly far in advance of when it was due.

So my acquaintance suddenly found himself with almost a million bucks rolling around in his wallet wondering what to do with itself.  Checked out money market, certificates of deposit, all the usual suspects figuring to make some interest on it as savings.

And suddenly found himself in Twilight Zone.  Nobody’s paying interest on savings anymore, to speak of.  The best interest he could find was 1%.  Lucky to get that much.

So what the hell does that mean?

Heck, I’m clueless.  My whole life it’s been background culture and policy, tradition, that savings were a good thing to do, prudent, wise, encouraged by government and banks alike.  I think the worst interest I’ve ever known of in my life for savings was US Savings Bonds they hammered us into buying when I was in the military.  Those paid 3% or so, and we all believed we were being raped.

About all I can figure is that banks are making all their money these days off high interest and fees on credit card debts, so much so they don’t need savings of investors to loan out.  Don’t want to be having to share their profits in the form of interest payments with people who just save money in their institutions.

But I also think it must all go back to the smoke and mirrors of the Federal Reserve ghosthood, and who-knows-what-else involving stuff I can’t begin to imagine.

But if they’re only paying 1% interest on a million bucks, seems to me the government ought to be getting off fairly light on interest payments for the deficit loans.  The folks loaning the government to keep going ought to be able to feel rich drawing 2% increase, say, on umpty-ump trillion quadrillion buzzillion dollars.

Somewhere in all this Economics 101 circa 1970 flees to Atlantis and sinks into oblivion.  We’ve entered the Twilight Zone where no man has gone before.

Old Jules

The sorriest people this country ever had were slaves

Coming over here and working for nothing.  Fornicating with their white masters and having mixed-race children slaves.  Putting non-slaves out of jobs.

But the next-sorriest by far were Indians running around in jock-straps, refusing to work and claiming they had some prior claim to the land regular people wanted.  Even though those Indians weren’t even citizens.

The third sorriest were regular people who didn’t come from rich wealthy families, didn’t own anything, and were forever pestering mine owners, factory owners, railroad owners, and anyone else hiring them to pay them a living wage.  They couldn’t even be trusted enough to have a direct voice in the proceedings of government.  Everyone who did have a direct voice could see with one eye those regular people would all the time be taking away their power and wealth and property rights.  Given half a chance.

Luckily there were rich wealthy people who knew from telling their servants and slaves what to do and the servants not doing it right, that regular people were crap.  And when those rich wealthy people were setting things up they made damned sure those slaves, Indians and regular people wouldn’t get their hands into the pockets of the decent rich wealthy people running things.

But slaves were far and away the worst of the lot.  Came over here, half of them illegally after it was already against the law to import slaves.  Putting regular, honest, hard working regular people out of work.

Old Jules

Unfair victimology

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The white kid, lower left needs to start keeping notes now if he's ever going to catch up.

The white kid, lower left needs to start keeping notes now if he’s ever going to catch up.

I was talking to the cats and Old Sol this morning about how white women really get screwed in the victimology department.  They only have white males they can blame for everything bad that ever happened to women.  And even the rights they have were given to them by white males instead of them getting to fight for them and win them, so to speak.  If white males hadn’t given them the right to vote they’d never have gotten that right.

Robs hell out of the macho of white-woman victimhood militancy.  Creates all manner of demands for illusory constructions of reality.

Hispanic women have it somewhat better.  They don’t bother blaming males for their historic problems because they can blame white people, both male and female for their downtrodden-ness.  Same as Hispanic males.  And militant Hispanic females have a lot more macho as a consequence.

Black females have it next-to-the-best of all possible worlds.  Black men, too.  They’ve got ancestors who were enslaved by just about everyone, including blacks.  So black females don’t put much energy into blaming men.  They can blame whites and Hispanics of both genders with impunity.  There’s only one group of people anywhere who hasn’t enslaved blacks, and that’s American Indians.  Native Americans.

Native Americans have it all.  Sheeze, they can blame everyone, including other tribes of Native Americans for their troubles.  And Native American women couldn’t give a crap less about blaming men for anything.  They’ve got a target-rich environment that includes everyone.

Damned black US Cavalry buffalo soldiers, slave-taking Utes and Navajos, you name it, Native Americans have got it in the victimhood reign of terror.

But it brings us wealthy, even less-than-wealthy white males into a somewhat untenable, target-poor blame environment.  About all we’ve got is welfare mothers and ex-wives to blame for our lousy situation.

Old Jules

The only thing that ever scared the US Congress

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The framers of the US Constitution were careful, careful, careful to put as much distance as possible between the voting citizenry and the people running things in Washington.  They did their best to make it near impossible for groups of individual citizens to directly recall elected officials, judges, anyone capable of directly influencing the activities of government.

That’s because they didn’t want the Boston Tea Party running things.  Simple as that.  They knew the people who’d be elected to office would be people who could afford to campaign.  Wealthy property owners who could afford to leave their jobs to serve in Congress.  People who’d respect the property rights and interests of other wealthy people.

So they deliberately left out any provision for direct citizen initiative or referendum demands related to laws, changes in the Constitution, replacing federal judges, getting rid of corrupt or incompetent elected officials.

But they did provide the illusion of the possibility for changes in Article V of the Constitution.  A demand, not by citizens, but by states for a Constitutional Convention.  And every time there’s ever been a demand by states approaching likelihood, the US Congress suddenly saw the error of their ways.

States have demanded an Article 5 Constitutional Convention a lot of times since 1787.  Never, not once has one happened.  You can see a list of the tries at http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/List_of_state_applications_for_an_Article_V_Convention

According to Article V, Congress must call for an amendment-proposing convention, “on the application of the Legislatures of two thirds of the several States”, and therefore 34 state legislatures would have to submit applications. Once an Article V Convention has proposed amendments, then each of those amendments would have to be ratified by three-fourths of the states (i.e. 38 states) in order to become part of the Constitution

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Convention_to_propose_amendments_to_the_United_States_Constitution

Plenty difficult enough to reduce the possibilities of it ever happening.

The next nearly-successful attempt to call a convention was in the late 1970s and 1980s, in response to the ballooning federal deficit. States began applying to Congress for an Article V Convention to propose a balanced budget amendment. By 1983, the number of applications had reached 32, only two states short of the 34 needed to force such a convention.[18] Enthusiasm for the amendment subsided in response to fears that an Article V Convention could not be limited to a single subject and because Congress passed the Gramm-Rudman-Hollings Act, which required that the budget be balanced by 1991 (but that Act was overturned by the Supreme Court in 1986).[18]

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Convention_to_propose_amendments_to_the_United_States_Constitution

As you can see, the states have been concerned about the Federal deficit a longish while.  Congress sidestepped a Constitutional Convention by promising promising promising they’d mend their ways.

But as you can also see, they gave it a wink and nod as soon as the danger of an Article V Constitutional Convention ceased to loom in front of them.

So what can you as a citizen, as a voter, as an unhappy frustrated idealist do?

Not a damned thing except grin and bear it.  The US Constitution is not about you.  Quit thinking it is, quit whining about it, quit worrying about it.  Human beings generally haven’t had a lot to say about what demands their aristocrats would choose to make on them.  And at least for the moment it could still be a lot worse than it is.

Old Jules

Throwback Thursday, or I’d Like a Milkshake, Please

Too bad we don’t know what was the Blue Plate Special. These prices could be trimmed a bit. Jack

Jeanne Kasten Studio

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Yesterday I had the brilliant idea that I would join the crowd of bloggers who put up a photo post for Wordless Wednesday. Sounded like an easy way to show off a photo or two or three without feeling obligated to add a story. But I already posted yesterday, so that will wait. So I tried to think of a cutesy title for a post that could indicate I was showing something unique on Thursdays. I even did a search online for T adjectives, something to go with Thursday. Then it came to me just as I was going to sleep. Throwback Thursday!

So because I’m that kind of person, I thought, hmm, I’ll do a web search on that and see how it’s being used. Here’s what I found:

If you use Instagram or Twitter, you’ve probably seen or used the hashtag #throwbackthursday, or #tbt, once or twice (or…

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