A Pocket Full of Miracles

For a thousand years from roughly 500 BC to 500 AD the most dynamic civilization on the planet was the Greco-Roman world.  This consisted of a number of Indo-European speaking pastoral tribes who had earlier invaded southeastern Europe and disrupting the existing Mediterranean civilization there, borrowed heavily from their predecessors and founded city states in Italy, Asia Minor and the Balkans while competing with the more civilized Phoenicians and struggling to resist even less civilized Indo-European tribes like the Celts who periodically invaded from the north.  Two of these cities; first Athens in Hellas and then Rome in Italy, stumbled upon the dynamism that comes when some measure of freedom from oppression is codified into a government.

In both cases the limited form of democracy unleashed a power that dominated its neighbors for an appreciable time.  Eventually in both cases this freedom decayed and was replaced by autocracy.

A little more than a thousand years after the remnants of the Greco-Roman civilization collapsed the English resurrected a different but similar form of government.  And the English colonies around the world have continued and adapted this form of government including the former colonies that became the United States of America.  A case can be made that the last four hundred years have represented the practical extent of this experiment in democracy.  And like the Athenians before them the American and the British have tried to force their vassal states to emulate their form of government, so that today the number of democracies in the world is impressive, unless you look too closely.

But four hundred years is a long time.  Athens maintained democracy for most of one hundred and eighty years and theoretically the Roman republic hadn’t devolved into a dictatorship for almost five hundred years.  But truly the last century of the Roman republic was a series of dictators vying to stay in power and unleashing endless wars on the state.

So, four hundred years is a pretty good run.  But the current Anglo-American project is showing many of the warning signs of an exhausted civilization.  And probably the most damning is the plutocrats trying to eliminate the middle-class and replace them with serfs.  Even back in 4th century Athens, Aristotle knew that only with a numerous middle-class can a free state maintain itself.  Well, we are quickly devolving into the condition that the Roman plebians found themselves in the first century BC.  Their farms were bought up by the rich who used slave labor to outcompete the small farmers and left them forced to enlist in the army just to keep from starving.

Our predicament is even worse.  The plutocrats don’t need us at all, not even as cannon fodder.  All they want us to do is disappear.  So that leaves us with Donald Trump.  He says he wants to make us great again.  He’ll have to answer two questions:

  1. Is it too late to get an honest election?
  2. Is it too late to restore the middle class?

Of course, if the first answer is no then the second answer is no by default.  I am hoping he can pull it off.  Getting a fair election is a long shot.  But there’s no reason to hope against it.  Restoring prosperity is a larger and more complicated story.  And finally, if he manages to get some things done, the next question is can he recruit honest men to succeed him and keep the effort going.  Because, let’s face it, there is a generation of work to even begin to fix our problems.  It’ll take a whole pocket full of miracles.

One thing that the Athenians had over us is honest comic poets.  Aristophanes openly mocked the failures and foibles of the leaders of his country.  All we have is Saturday Night Live and the late-night show hosts.  And they’re all in the bag for the Democrats.  And on top of everything else they’re not even funny.  Well, we have this guy.

29AUG2024 – Quote of the Day

“Oh My Darling, Clementine”

Oh my darling, oh my darling

Oh my darling, Clementine

You are lost and gone forever

Dreadful sorry, Clementine

 

In a cavern, in a canyon

Excavating for a mine

Dwelt a miner, forty-niner

And his daughter, Clementine

 

Light she was and like a fairy

And her shoes were number nine

Herring boxes, without topses

Sandals were for Clementine

 

Drove she ducklings to the water

Ev’ry morning just at nine

Hit her foot against a splinter

Fell into the foaming brine

 

Ruby lips above the water

Blowing bubbles, soft and fine

But, alas, I was no swimmer

So I lost my Clementine

 

How I missed her! How I missed her

How I missed my Clementine

But I kissed her little sister

I forgot my Clementine

Percy Montrose

Reality Returns to the 2024 Election

Mark Halperin is a left journalist but he has been running an independent zoom-like network with both Republican and Democrat journalists called 2-Way which has been analyzing the race.  This video seems to be preparing his friends on the Left for some new polling that will let some of the air out of the Harris “Joy” campaign that been unleashed on the world during the Dem convention.  It sounds kind of grim despite his best attempt to sugar-coat it.

I’m interested to see what those Fox polls coming out tomorrow look like for the battleground states.

Tom’s World – 28AUG2024 – Statues – 4

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Taken on a drizzly early spring day in Atlanta’s Westview Cemetery. This cemetery along with Oakland Cemetery about 3 miles east combined have so many fantastic photo subjects as to be a visual banquet. I can (and have) spent cumulative weeks just trying to see everything.

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No intro necessary for this one except it’s the real one. I get up the DC area every few years to visit my parents grave sites in Arlington Nation and took this on one of the trips.

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This amusing statue is located at the terminus of a bicycle trail in Alpharetta, Ga.

 

#19 Figurehead for the largest sailing vessel in current use, The Juan Sebastian De Alcano. Juan Sebastián de Elcano is a training ship of the Spanish Navy. It is a four-masted topsail, steel-hulled barquentine (schooner barque). At 113 metres (371 ft) long, it is the third-largest tall ship in the world, and is the sailing vessel that has sailed the furthest, covering more than 2,000,000 nautical miles (3,700,000 km; 2,300,000 mi) in its lifetime.

The JS De Alcano puts in to port in Pensacola for a visit every 4 years or so,

Eureka

After yesterday’s epic whine about the vicissitudes of home ownership I looked around for some kind of salve for my male ego.  And fate or something provided me with the opportunity to redeem myself.  A clogged bathtub drain.  For the last few weeks, the drain in our tub has been getting slower and slower.  Lately I’ve left the plunger near the tub and after every shower I played a game of trying to get it to break loose.  All I achieved was to dredge up a goodly amount of black flakes that were some kind of fossilized soap scum.  And all that achieved was to waste ten or fifteen minutes while I cleaned up the tub of this disgusting residue.

But today I had had enough.  I gathered my equipment:

  • Screwdrivers … check
  • Needle nose pliers … check
  • Accordion Toilet Plunger with Large Bellows for Extra Powerful Plunge, Black … check
  • Snake auger … check
  • Electric drill … check
  • Safety glasses … check
  • Disposable rubber gloves … check

All that was left was to let Camera Girl see that I was preparing for battle and even though I would be expending tens of thousands of dollars to have someone competent repair my home, at least I was capable of saving the cost of a plumber to get my bathtub back in good operating condition.

I solemnly explained to her how I would be removing the plunger from the trip-lever stopper to properly auger the drain line.  I don’t think it would be possible for me to overstate the intensity of contempt her look communicated to me.  Well, that’s the problem with women.  They don’t understand or appreciate technical genius.

So, I removed the drain filter and tried pulling out hair with the pliers.  Nada.  Then just for old time’s sake I put six inches of water in the tub and tried the “Accordion Toilet Plunger with Large Bellows for Extra Powerful Plunge, Black.”  I pushed down on the stupid thing once and the tub drained in seconds.  And of course, Camera Girl walked in just as it emptied and gave me the same look.  She picked up the plunger and asked, “How much did you pay for this?”  I said, “ten bucks.”  “And this?” (pointing at the auger).  “Sixty dollars.”  She shook her head and walked away.  Women don’t understand about contingency planning.  Very short-sighted.

Well, as pathetic as my victory was, it has transformed my attitude.  We’re definitely on the upswing.  And after she took a shower, she readily admitted that a working bathtub drain is not a commodity to look down your nose at.  And there’s no telling what I might do next.

Who knows, maybe I’ll tell my builder to stop all work, figure what I owe him so far and take over the job myself.  I mean how long could it take me to shovel ten thousand pounds of gravel?  And how hard can it be to jack up a building off its foundation?  And who needs a truck to pour concrete anyway?  What was it Archimedes said?  “Give me a place to stand and a lever long enough and I’ll move the Earth.”  Well, some of my ancestors came from Sicily.  Maybe I’m related to Archimedes (at least by marriage!).  Well, baby steps.  I think I’ll shock Camera Girl and brew my own pot of coffee.  How hard could it be?

28AUG2024 – Quote of the Day

Christians are beginning to lose the spirit of intolerance which animated them: experience has shown the error of the expulsion of the Jews from Spain, and of the persecution of those Christians in France whose belief differed a little from that of the king. They have realized that zeal for the advancement of religion is different from a due attachment to it; and that in order to love it and fulfill its behests, it is not necessary to hate and persecute those who are opposed to it.

Charles de Montesquieu

Sympathy for Sauron

Fall of Barad-dûr

The Compound has been invaded by an army.  They have occupied many of the high points and they have laid siege to the citadel.  Actually, I have a contractor doing major surgery on the foundations of an extension of the main building that was rotting out.  The floor of a room had rotted away and the only reasonable solution was to replace a column-on-pier foundation with a poured slab.  Suffice it to say that it is fiendishly expensive and extremely ticklish construction in that the three stories on that part of the building will need to be jacked up off the piers and the columns truncated to accommodate the new height of the foundation which will also be the new floor for that room.  I daily expect the whole building to collapse like Barad-dûr after the destruction of the One Ring.  Poor Sauron.  A ring makes a damn poor foundation for a tall structure like that tower.

But while all this is going on I’m kept amused at just how little insurance companies are willing to admit is within the scope of their policies.  Regardless of how much we pay in premiums their responsibilities are hemmed in by endless deductibles and limitations on liability.  Their favorite retort to almost anything I say is, “You’re not covered for that.”  It’s to the point I’d almost hope that a catastrophe would be truly apocalyptic so that I could see them cower at the size of their payout.  But deep down I know I would still be the loser.  You can’t beat these people.  Compared to them the Mafia are boy scouts.  Poor Sauron.  I’ll bet he got nothing from his insurance company when the Barad-dûr came crashing down.  They probably had a waiver for unforeseen termite or hobbit damage.

So daily I have to reassure Camera Girl that when all this is over, she’ll still have a roof over her head and enough money to buy us pumpernickel bagels.  She is extremely allergic to large checks.  In fact, she insists that I write all of them because that way it’s my fault.  In some sense I guess she’s right.  If it had been up to her, we’d still be living in an apartment in Brooklyn.  I guess in that sense she is the true conservative in the family.

When the dumpster arrived, Camera Girl was hopeful that the builder would allow her to use the dumpster to get rid of some of her least favorite debris.  We have a collection of yard junk that she hates with a passion; garden hoses, wire fencing, a couple of old garden swings and a large pool warming cover that is flaking apart.  I opined that the dumpster would be completely filled and probably filled again before the builder was finished but hope springs eternal.  But then I told her that she could get her own dumpster for less than what a contractor would charge her for interfering in his operation and that seemed to work.  She hates being charged more for anything.  She is a very frugal woman (thank heaven).

I wonder who got the contract to remediate the site of the Barad-dûr collapse.  After all that had to be some serious toxic waste.  I’m guessing it would have been dwarves that took the work.  They worked in metal and stone.  Surely, they could salvage something from the rubble pile.  Maybe they could turn it into Section 8 housing for unemployed orcs.  I mean live and let live, right?

Those who call houses money pits are completely justified.  Unless you yourself are a jack of all trades, the liabilities of owning a home are staggering.  But the alternative of renting is even worse.  I completely sympathize with the Millennials and Zoomers who are confronting the herculean task of trying to buy a home in Joe Biden’s America.  But without home ownership how can you truly know the joy of having someone knock your house down just to rebuild it at great expense.  God bless America.