Sunday, July 29, 2012


ON COURAGE AND COWARDICE

    I was at a meeting the other day, of a new group that was looking
for a name. The name that was proposed, under which the individuals at
the meeting had gathered in the first place, was a fine, tradition-
evoking one, stemming from the early American Revolution. It stated a
purpose, it sent a message, and I was very proud to be associated with
it.

    Almost immediately, however, a few participants began to object to
the name and to the logo that went with it. It was "too edgy", someone
said. It looked too "aggressive" (believe me, the posture involved is
one of pure self-defense). It might offend some people. It might make
them reluctant to join the organization or (gasp!) to give us money.
It might keep other groups from affiliating with us. Worst (and most
hysterically funny of all), it might bring us to the attention of the
government.

    I said a few words in support of the original idea, and then a few
more in opposition to a display of timidity that had caught me
entirely by surprise and quite literally made me sick to my stomach.
This, I wanted to say, is how the Libertarian Party ended up with the
Hollow Woman for a logo, a copper can full of stale air. Apparently
it's how the Free State movement decided on the porcupine, one of the
most perfectly brainless animals ever to waddle the face of the
planet.

    But I guess I shouldn't have been surprised. The whole damn thing
was typical of all too many would-be libertarian undertakings, and
fully explains an almost unbroken forty-year record of dismal failure
on the part of the political side of the movement. I dealt myself out,
having run out of patience with this kind of thing since the last
Libertarian Party National Platform Committee I served on, back in
1979.

    It took me a long time to cool down and lose that gut-wrenched
feeling I was having. I guess I've been spoiled, running my own online
journal, edited by a real hero and his heroic spouse and filled with
heroic writings by heroic individuals. After searching for decades, I
have a publisher who considers himself a real, old-fashioned liberal,
and doesn't care what I think or say as long as I get as much of it
down on (virtual) paper as I can before they haul me off to the funny
farm where life is beautiful all the time ... I also write for others
who are equally heroic and who urge me (of all people!) to be _more_
radical.

    So it was dismaying, all this talk at the meeting about fear and
being afraid. Does anybody actually think we can create a free society
-- pull off a cultural revolution -- while speaking of nothing but
hollyhocks and daisies? Does anyone think the Founding Fathers weren't
afraid -- for their lives, their fortunes, and heir sacred honor --
when they put their names to what too many libertarians today would
prefer Thomas Jefferson had called "Respectful Sentiments of Mild
Dissatisfaction"?

    I have no respect for people like that. I can feel nothing but
disgust. I hate timidity. I hate cowardice. I hate pusillanimity of
every kind, in any form in which it chooses to manifest itself. I hate
it most of all because I myself possess each and every one of those
qualities myself and I have to fight them down every day, practically
every hour, in order to do the work that must be done to make us all
free.

    When I was a little boy, I was always the smallest kid in the
class, and because I was usually the smartest, as well, I attracted
bullies like a magnet attracts carpet tacks. Somehow, though, it never
shut me up, and before I discovered in a class photograph that I had
grown and was now the biggest kid in the class (except for poor Buzz,
who'd been held back two grades) I'd beaten up the neighborhood bully
twice.

    He was a slow learner.

    I had to do the same thing in high school, but it got done. Over
the intervening period between bullies, I had taught myself, made it a
reflex, whenever I felt afraid, not to back off, but to take a step
forward.

    Let me say it right here, just this once: I'm afraid. 
    I'm afraid all the time.

    I've been afraid for more than half a century, ever since I first
became a libertarian and began to see the real shape of the world. For
a long time I've gone to bed every night, afraid that, maybe because
of something I wrote thirty-five years ago, machinegun-toting goblins
of one jurisdiction or another are going to smash their way into my
home, terrorize, brutalize, kidnap, or kill my family and me, steal or
destroy everything we've worked for, stomp our cats to death and laugh
at the expressions on our faces, or drag us off on some kind of phony
charges to torture us or execute us without anybody ever hearing about
it.

    Anyone who lives in Police State America today and isn't afraid of
that kind of thing is either deaf, dumb, blind, or lives in the White
House.

    But I can promise you, solemnly, as a student of history and human
nature, that crouching and freezing like a bunny rabbit isn't going to
prevent it. Fear is not a legitimate reason for stopping, no, nor even
for changing course. Fear is a natural reaction to danger, but most of
the dangers that we all face today can be quelled by taking that step
forward.

    If I learned to, so can you.
  
L. Neil Smith THE LIBERTARIAN ENTERPRISE


Wednesday, July 18, 2012

CELEBRATE JOHN GALT DAY 8-13!



                   John Galt Day!
                         Why not?
In a Friday the 13th speech to supporters in Roanoke, Va., Pres. Obama said, “If you were successful, somebody along the line gave you some help…. If you’ve got a business, you didn’t build that.  Somebody else made that happen.”

Headlines screamed:
   “Business Owners Furious at Obama Insult”
"Obama's “You Didn’t Build That” Enrages Business    
                        Community”       
"Slap In The Face To Hard-Working Americans” 

Mostly it’s been the Conservative pundits, columnists, talk show hosts appropriately incensed, burning up bandwidth and air waves with passionate push-back. “This from a guy who has never run a business!” “This man has lived off tax-payer money his whole life!” “How many businesses has Obama run?” “This man was raised by Marxists and Communists. This proves he hates Capitalism and American Exceptionalism!” 

So far, so good.
 But living in our 24 Hour Non-Stop News Cycle World, by the time you’re reading this the story could already be ancient history: “Oh! This happened LAST Friday?!”

It doesn’t have to be that way. What if on August 13th,, the “anniversary” of “You Didn’t Do That” Day, business owners of America showed the statists just who John Galt is and declared “John Galt Day”, close their business for the day, keep the kids home from school?  Starve the Beast of its taxes; the ultimate government groin kick.

Next day, announce that come September, it will be TWO days. Use FaceBook, Twitter, talk radio, blogs to spread the word, invite others to join. You don’t have to be a major chain or Big Box store to send a crystal clear message. Imagine independent truckers pulling over, shutting down for the day. Mom & Pop stores of all sorts and types lock up andtake the family on a picnic. Notify the MSM: Welcome to the John Galt Day Flash Dance!

It doesn’t have to be All In, All At Once (and probably wouldn’t). It would more likely start like one of those cool flash mob dances all over the Internet. Watch! I dare you not to smile! And as Milton Friedman once told Walter Williams: Whenever you talk about Freedom, smile!

Sure, the Big Boys will probably take a pass. Best Buy, Bass Pro, Macy’s, Old Navy, Target, Wally World – they’ll be all “biz-as-usual”. So what? Every individual can declare his/her own personal John Galt Day. Isn’t everyone basically “in business” for themselves? Aren’t you? Isn’t “the individual the smallest minority”? (Ayn Rand). So, as a “minority business owner, I’m closed in honor of John Galt Day!”
Think about it:

*“Gone Galt” signs hanging in business windows 
                             everywhere!

*Voice Mail: “Hello, you’ve reached Exceptional Services. We are closed in honor of John Galt Day. We’ll be back tomorrow. Thanks for your business.  For more information, read 'Atlas Shrugged'.

Simple. No massive organizing. No herding cats. No moving parts. Literally: a spontaneously combusted Just Do It.  A current event silver bullet at Big Government. A gold nugget of Freedom for everyone to see. Or, if you prefer, a bitch-slap response to a Presidential insult.

Call your neighbors! Text your friends!  Ask your favorite business places to take the day. Get the local Chamber of Commerce behind it! Show your appreciation giving them your business!

 John Galt Day. August 13, 2012.

Just do it – for Freedom! (And it will feel really, really good!)

(Let me know how ya make out! (bmw@brianwilson.net))

Monday, July 9, 2012

Obama: The Affirmative Action President

There's some great writing going on out there.
Don't miss it....like this one:

Obama: The Affirmative Action President

Lies We Can Believe In

Here is another Dan Greedfield musst-read piece.

...Obama's rise to power is a mirror of the national problems that got him there. All the things wrong with him are reflected, to some extent, in the men and women who voted for him. It could not be otherwise. His lawlessness is a symptom of an existing lawlessness. His contempt for values and morals, for tradition and history, for the nation itself, is a symptom of the contempt that the left has fed over the years until it has become a poison in the national bloodstream...


Lies We Can Believe In

Busy Busy Busy

I know. I know. I said I'd do better. More posts. Timely. Frequent. Relevant. Despite the pavement of Best Intentions, that Work thingy keeps interrupting.

Enough excuses cum explanations. On to the Stuff:

Caught another repulsive segment of the Jackass Show last week. The Ultimate Ego was reading his fan mail and got chastised by a viewer (gasp! someone sullied the Holy of Hollies?!). His response was totally, factually historically wrong. When coupled with the trumpeting of being The Number One News Commentary Show On Cable For 12 Years (or something similar), one can imagine the number of misled, misinformed individuals who heard this drivel. Coming from Mr. I-Went-To-Harvard, how many went to bed thinking what they heard was correct - and therefore deluded into thinking the All-Powerful Government and Supreme Robes had done the Constitutionally correct thing?
Calling  on the Greater Authority from Another Source, I sent the package to friend, author, teacher .Thomas E. Woods, Jr.. Tom nailed him with this response.

Moving right along...

Check out  this vid taken during a recent "weather event" in Ohio. Lots of spitten-sparkiin and louden-boomin  courtesy of Toledo Edison and Ma Nature!

If you never have, never will read anything having to do with current events, life in America, Where Are We Going or other such focused material, read this, a most remarkable, on-point, succinct piece I wish I had written.

A little off the usual topic(s), couldn't resist sending this along. If you've had it with wimpy gas cans for the lawn mower, tractor, ATV, RV - whatever, check these jerry cans! No, I'm not making anything off this; just a headzup on a really cool item that just might come in handy. I fill 'em up to re-fuel the boat. Waaay easier than taking the boat out of the water, towing to a gas station, back to the water. By then, the truck has burned up the savings from buying at a marina! Even without the boat, having 20 gallons on hand for whatever (see latest gas station power outages), these are damn handy, sturdy and well-made. And with Free Shipping! WOO-HOO! Don't forget to order a spout or two - unless you have a damn good funnel collection!

More to come. Really. Seriously. Promise. Before Christmas even!