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Death to All Clowns!
Jan. 17th, 2008 07:03 pmNewly-discovered photos from Lincoln's Second Inauguration. It was March 4, 1865, rainy and cold. You can see the soldiers wearing their light blue winter capes. The winter capes somehow make it real for me. Everyone stood out in the rain that day, in their wool capes and oilcloth, waiting to see the President, at the very end of the Civil War.
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There were Sparrows outside eating a cookie, gathered in a little circle around it, apparently by mated pairs. I can't think that cookies are the best food for them, but I was eating cheese curls, so I can't say much. Sparrows take what they can get. They slowly crumbled it away from the edges.
Apparently you're allowed to kill Sparrows whenever and however you want in the States. This is the work of 'environmentalists', who'd like Sparrows wiped out here because they're not a native species.
'Environmentalists' in Australia want to shoot Horses from helicopters.
Environmentalism increasingly seems to me to me a philosophy incompatible with a love of animals or the wilderness. They're after some abstract perfection, and never mind any amount of suffering and destruction they have to wreak to have it.
I'll probably build some Sparrow boxes this spring. They're bold, cheerful little birds, and I like having them around.
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Death to all Clowns! I could support chasing clowns around with helicopters and shooting them, although it'd be more fun to throw dynamite at them.
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I did a massive cleaning-out a few days ago, and tossed eight big 30-gallon sacks of stuff I'll never use. There's more I need to get rid of. I feel oddly accomplished for doing that.
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I found an old Frank Edwards volume from 1964 or so. Fur those not familiar, he's a sort of late-50s purveyor of Strange News - lots of stories about UFOs, strange coincidences, hauntings, and the like. He had a popular radio show for many years.
At any rate, I started re-reading it last night. One of the stories deals with a Howard 'Humpy' Wheeler, from Charlotte, NC, who awakened one night in 1958 with the conviction that there'd been a car crash, drove straight to the spot in his pajamas, and saved the life of a friend who'd crashed into a ravine out of sight of the road.
That's got to be the Humpy Wheeler who subsequently owned the Charlotte Motor Speedway. There can't be that many Humpy Wheelers wandering about Charlotte. I never noticed that before, but then again I haven't read it since I was about 12 or so, and Wheeler wasn't famous then. It's just kind of weird.
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There were Sparrows outside eating a cookie, gathered in a little circle around it, apparently by mated pairs. I can't think that cookies are the best food for them, but I was eating cheese curls, so I can't say much. Sparrows take what they can get. They slowly crumbled it away from the edges.
Apparently you're allowed to kill Sparrows whenever and however you want in the States. This is the work of 'environmentalists', who'd like Sparrows wiped out here because they're not a native species.
'Environmentalists' in Australia want to shoot Horses from helicopters.
Environmentalism increasingly seems to me to me a philosophy incompatible with a love of animals or the wilderness. They're after some abstract perfection, and never mind any amount of suffering and destruction they have to wreak to have it.
I'll probably build some Sparrow boxes this spring. They're bold, cheerful little birds, and I like having them around.
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Death to all Clowns! I could support chasing clowns around with helicopters and shooting them, although it'd be more fun to throw dynamite at them.
*****
I did a massive cleaning-out a few days ago, and tossed eight big 30-gallon sacks of stuff I'll never use. There's more I need to get rid of. I feel oddly accomplished for doing that.
*****
I found an old Frank Edwards volume from 1964 or so. Fur those not familiar, he's a sort of late-50s purveyor of Strange News - lots of stories about UFOs, strange coincidences, hauntings, and the like. He had a popular radio show for many years.
At any rate, I started re-reading it last night. One of the stories deals with a Howard 'Humpy' Wheeler, from Charlotte, NC, who awakened one night in 1958 with the conviction that there'd been a car crash, drove straight to the spot in his pajamas, and saved the life of a friend who'd crashed into a ravine out of sight of the road.
That's got to be the Humpy Wheeler who subsequently owned the Charlotte Motor Speedway. There can't be that many Humpy Wheelers wandering about Charlotte. I never noticed that before, but then again I haven't read it since I was about 12 or so, and Wheeler wasn't famous then. It's just kind of weird.
