Hatred, Racism

Look to history and find an example of any multiracial society that fared well, once its various tribes became obsessed with their grievances and solidarity, and use tribal venom to advance personal and career agendas. The Civil War is a locus classicus [a passage considered to be the best known or most authoritative on a particular subject] that cost the lives of 700,000 Americans, left a century of national bitterness, racism, and impoverishment. Otherwise, ask the Rwandans, the sects of Iraqis, the clans of the former Yugoslavia, the Lebanese, or the shock troops of the Ottomans that went into Armenia. All this started with rants from academics, politicians, activists—the professional classes—about those who “infest” and “expose.”

Victor Davis Hanson

Before Critical Race Theory

“Their statesmanship looked beyond the passing moment, and stretched away in strength into the distant future. They seized upon eternal principles, and set a glorious example in their defense. Mark them!”

—Frederick Douglass, referring to the Founding Fathers in his speech “The Meaning of July Fourth for the Negro,” delivered in Rochester, New York, on July 5, 1852.”

Let Him Bake Cake

I have been remiss about Saturday posts. Here’s one by Bill McGurn

Certainly there are plenty of intolerant religious people. But no one is more intolerant than the modern left-wing secular crusader, whose views on these cultural issues further enjoy the backing of the media, big business, academe and so on. For the most part, religious communities with old-fashioned positions on human sexuality and abortion no longer expect American society to uphold their views. The aim now is for something far more modest: enough freedom to live their lives and run their institutions in accord with their deepest beliefs.

In some sense this is up to those who have won the war. Here, the wisest advice comes from a 2017 article in New York magazine by Andrew Sullivan, a firm supporter of the right to gay marriage. “If there are alternative solutions, like finding another baker, why force the point? Why take up arms to coerce someone when you can easily let him be—and still celebrate your wedding? That is particularly the case when much of the argument for marriage equality was that it would not force anyone outside that marriage to approve or disapprove of it,” he writes.

“One reason we won that debate is because many straight people simply said to themselves, ‘How does someone else’s marriage affect me?’ and decided on those grounds to support or acquiesce to such a deep social change.”

He concludes: “It seems grotesquely disingenuous now for the marriage-equality movement to bait and switch on that core ‘live and let live argument. And it seems deeply insensitive and intolerant to force the clear losers in a culture war into not just defeat but personal humiliation.”

Mr. Sullivan was writing about the battle over marriage, but the dynamic he describes so well applies to all the fronts in the culture war. It also points to a fundamental difference between the religious and secular fundamentalists these days. Take the most fire-breathing preacher in backwoods Mississippi. He may rail at what he takes to be the sinful ways of sexually liberated San Francisco. But he’ll largely settle for keeping pornography and Drag Queen Story Hour out of the local library.

By contrast, the progressive in San Francisco is not content with the sexual license his hometown affords. He doesn’t seem to be able to sleep at night unless he knows the lo- cal library in some rural Mississippi town has its own Drag Queen Story Hour.

In the same way, it is apparently not enough for a Colorado woman to get a blue-and-pink cake celebrating her gender transition from any of dozens of bakers in her area who are more than happy to bake her one. She wants to force Jack Phillips to make it— precisely because she knows it goes against his beliefs. Yet another testament to why the most egregious exercises of intolerance today are those done in the name of tolerance.

James McMurtry – Choctaw Bingo

No good reason for this post. We have been listening to this for 15+ years.

Ruth Ann and Lynn they wear them cut off britches and those skinny little halters
And they’re second cousins to me
Man I don’t care I want to get between ’em
With a great big ol’ hard on like a old bois d’ arc fence post
You could hang a pipe rail gate from
Do some twisted sisters ’til the cows come home
And we’d be havin’ us a time

Growing Up Jim

This is the first of a series of memories of one of OBB regular readers.

My punishment spankings looked almost exactly like this below except I can never recall being spanked by my mom with her wearing a skirt or heels – she was more of a shorts or long pants lady with flats. 

I don’t think I have ever gone into much detail concerning my mom’s discipline spankings.

She was the disciplinarian in our home; me, my older brother and I suspect my dad also on occasion. There was never the threat of “just wait until your father gets home”.  Mom was quite capable of handling us all by herself.

She was a mid-west farm girl that I suspect had her bottom warmed on a fairly regular basis and probably learned her techniques from her mother.

When mom had decided one of us needed some discipline she simply said, “You need go get things ready in the basement.”  Resistance was futile.  “Getting things ready” meant: go to our basement which was unimproved; retrieve a low backless, stool which she generally used to hold laundry baskets while she hung wash to dry on the basement lines; retrieve her paddle which was a “fly-back” type kept in a cabinet; close the basement windows if it was summer (privacy); remove your shoes, socks, and pants and then wait for her arrival.

There was a possibility of 4 different implements that she would apply to your bottom – hand, paddle, belt or switch and one never knew exactly what was coming until she arrived in the basement.  The implements are listed in the order of severity.  The number of strokes was always predictable – your current age which she would round up to the next year if you were passed the 6 month interval – so if you were 11 years and 7 months old – she would round up to 12.  She would claim that was an early birthday present!

After a while she would come down the basement stairs hopefully empty handed – her spanking belt was kept upstairs and if she planned on using a switch she would have gone to cut that from a neighbor’s tree.

Following a brief recount of your offense the first half of the spanking would begin – on rare occasion I would be permitted to keep my underwear on for this segment (she called it a “warm-up” ) but generally it was preceded by the command – “take off your underwear, I’m going to spank your bare fanny”.  Until I was about 8 years old, spankings were always OTK with mom seated on the stool using her hand or paddle; after 8 years old, I would stand and bend over the stool gripping the edges of the low seat.

Once in position, mom would spank me with her chosen implement – number of strokes equal to my age.  I have described her as a “full swing” spanker, regardless of tools used.

Once she completed the “warm up” it was time to move on to the main event – if I still had underwear on they were removed (rare), the second half was ALWAYS bare, and mom would change implements – moving up one on her list.  If the warm-up was by hand, she would change to paddle. 1st with paddle = 2nd with belt, 1st with belt = 2nd with switch (worst).

I really hated that belt or the switch because they left marks which would sometimes still be visible at my next gym class – yes, I still got spanked in junior high and occasionally in high school.  Spanking was common among my peers and marks would be seen on others, but it was always embarrassing and drew comments in the locker room.  I could sometimes manage to negotiate a delay to avoid the locker room exposure – usually that cost me a “late penalty”, third round of spanking which guaranteed the use of either the belt or a switch on Friday afternoon after school – sometimes it was worth it.

After a spanking, I would be left in the basement to compose myself and put things away.  There was never any additional mention of the offense or the spanking after it was completed – my slate was clean.

You Wanna To See A Trick?

We were both in college when we met. She lived with her parents. I had a room in frat house. [It was an urban college, mostly night students, that did not have any panhellenic organizations. A few of us got drunk, someone suggested we start a frat. That sounded like a good idea and so about a dozen of us got it started. Thankfully,  it was not charted until after I graduated.]

So anyway, two of us paid token rent on a huge victorian home. There were parties every weekend. Usually several of the faculty joined us to suck up. Yeah, a different time.

The house was our rendevous site. One day, I asked her if she wanted to see a trick and started quickly taking off my clothes. She surprised me and had her clothes off, her ass on the bed with her knees up before I finished. That’s when I knew she was Olympic caliber keeper.

May Day

I could post a lot of stuff. But I will not.

The Biden administration acts as if it has a broad mandate to pursue the most ambitious left-wing agenda in history, involving a massive expansion of the federal government and unsustainable spending increases.

One example is the $1.9 trillion Covid relief package, which goes mostly to new programs that have nothing to do with the coronavirus. Similarly, Mr. Biden’s $2.3 trillion infrastructure proposal would spend hundreds of billions on roads, bridges, ports, airports, utility grids and broadband— but almost $1.5 trillion on other things.

All this largess requires confiscatory tax increases that would punish savings by raising capital-gains tax rates, devastate small businesses that pass profits through to their owners by taxing income more heavily, and make U.S. businesses less competitive abroad by raising corporate rates well above those of foreign competitors.

There are also bills that would federalize elections, force unionization of America’s workforce, and make the district of Columbia a state. And of course, the panel to study packing the Supreme Court and diminishing its power to curtail unconstitutional laws and executive actions.

The above is now dated after his 6 trillion wish list of this week.