Come back again when you can’t stay so long

So, those friendly folks north of the border (and I’m not talking about Canadians) have  detained an American tourist for unspecified “hostile acts” against the regime.

Why in the fuck would any sane person voluntarily go to North Korea in the first place?  It strikes me as morally questionable to provide the hard currency that allows a corrupt government to oppress it’s people.  But as Jeffrey Fowle learned a bit too late you also make yourself subject to the whims of a nation that has a long history of taking hostages for the purpose of blackmailing for concessions, aid, or propaganda.  Unless you are Dennis Rodman you visit North Korea at your own peril.

Now I admit it would be somewhat interesting to see how the other half lives but given that the tours only allow you to see what the NORKS want you to see, what’s the point?  And I’m quite certain if I ever did go I’d run afoul of the authorities the first time they asked me to bow down before the statue of Kim Sung-il.   It ain’t worth it folks.


So, this whole NSA snooping thing has me somewhat flummoxed.  The government says the program is necessary to protect us from those that would do us harm.  Is freedom and liberty too high a price to keep us secure and safe?  So, I asked my friend Patrick whether we could trust the politicians to secretly use the information they are gathering in accordance with our Constitutional protections.  He said:

“The liberties of a people never were, nor ever will be, secure, when the transactions of their rulers may be concealed from them.”

I said that’s a good point Patrick, but lives may be at stake here.  Shouldn’t we just go along to get along?  He was pretty adamant in his response:

“Is life so dear or peace so sweet as to be purchased at the price of chains and slavery? Forbid it, Almighty God! I know not what course others may take, but as for me, give me liberty, or give me death!”

Hard to argue with that.

Remembering Private First Class Frank D. Foltz


My Great Uncle Frank occupies the small piece of ground in Hamm, Luxembourg pictured above. He was the brother of my Grandmother Pernie, and she spoke about him frequently enough when I was growing up that I still recall his story. My brother Keith who is the keeper of family history also reminded me of a few details of Uncle Frank’s life.

Frank Daniel Foltz was born on the family farm in Goltry, Oklahoma on August 25, 1910. He was the youngest son and the 11th child of John and Mary Foltz. He was just a little more than six years old when his mother died, but by all accounts, he grew up to be a fine man. Handsome and good natured, he was a star athlete in high school, especially in baseball.

Frank was married with a young son and working as a Railway Mail Clerk when he was drafted into the Army in 1944. He was trained as a mechanic and shipped out to England in December of 1944. When General George S. Patton was making his great push into Germany he called for “men, more men, more men!”. Frank was deployed to the 3rd Army as a replacement and on March 3, 1945 was killed by a German sniper, just a few short weeks before the war was to end.

Grandma Pernie was a good Christian woman with love in heart and forgiveness for all–except she could never quite bring herself to forgive “Blood and Guts” Patton. As she was wont to say–“Patton’s guts, Frank’s blood”. Of course, this was unfair, soldiers in war get killed, that’s just the way it is. Frank was just unlucky. He had been deferred from the draft for most of the war because of his job and child. When manpower shortages necessitated expanding the draft, he was taken at the relatively old age of 34 (the maximum was 38). But mostly I think he was unlucky because he had the misfortune of being a “replacement” troop, a group that suffered a notoriously high casualty rate.  As Army historian Rich Anderson noted:

“At the other end of the replacement pipeline, replacements were trained by replacement centers (or stripped from divisions), shipped as anonymous replacement increments to a theater of war, and held at the repple-depple until needed by units. These men were military orphans with little esprit de corps and no cohesion. Many thought of themselves as replaceable parts in the giant army “machine,” or as rounds of ammunition. The sole virtue of this system was that it allowed divisions to stay in near continuous combat for days on end, theoretically without eroding their numerical strength. As casualties left, replacements came in. However, the reality became that replacements came in, and with no combat experience and no one in their new unit looking out for them (the “I don’t know him and don’t want to know him, he’s only gonna be a casualty” syndrome), they quickly became casualties.”

So, that’s Uncle Frank’s story. Just one of the 416,800 Americans killed in action during World War II. But on this day we set aside to remember all the men and women who have answered the call to duty and made the ultimate sacrifice in defense of our nation, I wanted to honor his memory.

Thank you for your service.

And he’s one more arrow, flying through the air

One more arrow landing in a shady spot somewhere

Where the days and nights blend into one

And he can always feel the sun

Through the soft brown earth that holds him

Forever always young.

Jacob from ROK Sojourn and Sean Penn: Separated at birth?

So it turns out that K-blogger Jacob has a long lost twin brother, none other than Hollywood do-gooder Sean Penn.

They act alike, they think alike, at times they even talk alike, what a crazy pair!  (sorry Patty!)

Evidence?  You want evidence?  I’ll give you evidence: 

Jacob to those who don’t agree that AGW is settled science: “shut the hell up and get out of the way”

Sean Penn to those who call Hugo Chavez a dictator: “there should be a bar by which one goes to prison for these kinds of lies.”

And if anyone has the audacity to challenge these “progessive” thinkers?  Well, let’s hear how caring liberals respond to their critics–

Jacob: “I have zero respect for you people and I hope you all contract cancer and die painful and slow deaths.”

Sean Penn: “Do I hope that those people die screaming of rectal cancer? Yeah. You know, but I’m not going to spend a lot of energy on it.”

But wait, there’s more!  Note the similarities in whom they worship:


Sean Penn with Venezuelan dictator President for life socialist Hugo Chavez.


Jacob with The Messiah one term President socialist Barack Obama.

But the biggest thing they have in common of course is hatred.  Hatred for all those who do not share their world view.  Hatred of the freedoms and values that celebrate a diversity of opinion.  It is a scary thought to imagine a world where the Jacobs and Sean Penns actually held power.

Fortunately, their ignorance is transparent and easily mocked.  But shhhh! They think WE are the rubes.

Oh and one last thing.  I’ll give Sean Penn credit for at least standing behind what he believes with his name.  Jacob is a typical “keyboard warrior” who likes to spout off but has no conviction in his words, at least not enough to put his name to what he writes.  I won’t be a dick and call him a pussy, although an asshole would call him out as a coward.

Hmmm, well it turns out I’m a dick after all.  Go figure.  And what pray tell, are you?

Feels like 1776 again

You know, there is nothing much to be said about the media frenzy over the Polanski arrest.  That the Hollywood elites would come to the defense of a child rapist is sadly not too surprising.  What has been gratifying is that they are being called out for it, even amongst their liberal counterparts.  Isn’t it great that libs and conservatives can find common ground on this issue?

But what prompted me to post on this disgusting matter was this report from France.  It seems that the “regular” folks there are not pleased that their intellectual betters have offered unqualified support for a man who drugged and then vaginally and anally raped a 13 year old girl.

Marie-Louise Fort, a French lawmaker in the Assembly who has sponsored anti-incest legislation, said in an interview that she was shocked that Mr. Polanski was attracting support from the political and artistic elite. “I don’t believe that public opinion is spontaneously supporting Mr. Polanski at all,” she said. “I believe that there is a distinction between the mediagenic class of artists and ordinary citizens that have a vision that is more simple.”

The mood was even more hostile in blogs and e-mails to newspapers and news magazines. Of the 30,000 participants in an online poll by the French daily Le Figaro, more than 70 percent said Mr. Polanski, 76, should face justice. And in the magazine Le Point, more than 400 letter writers were almost universal in their disdain for Mr. Polanski.

That contempt was not only directed at Mr. Polanski, but at the French class of celebrities — nicknamed Les People — who are part of Mr. Polanski’s rarefied Parisian world. Letter writers to Le Point scorned Les People as the “crypto-intelligentsia of our country” who deliver “eloquent phrases that defy common sense.”

You know, it is refreshing to see everyday American and French people on the same page.  It’s been a long time since that happened*.

Oh, and for the record, Polanski was 44 years old when he raped the girl, so it was not some “youthful indescretion”.

*I am aware that France to did not formally join with the Continentals until 1778 after the American success at Saratoga.  However, France was secretly supporting the revolutionaries even before war actually broke out.  That they did so more from hatred of the British than love of our cause is irrelevant to my point about my new found respect for the French.  Wow.  Respect for the French.  Who would have believed I’d ever type those words?

Liberté, égalité, fraternité

You are in for a couple of surprises today.  Well, you already saw the first.  In nearly five years of blogging I’ve never used French in a blog title.  Don’t get me started about the French.

The second surprise is that I am a liberal.  A classic liberal. 

Liberty is not a means to a higher political end.  It is itself the highest political end.

–Lord Acton

Classic liberals have an inherent distrust of government, and especially unbridled government power.  From my days of political awakening as an anti-war protester in the 70s (misguided though I was) it has always been so.  The irony that I have spent a lifetime working for the government dosen’t change a thing either.  Respect, yes.  Trust, not so much.

Commenter Kevin asks why I think polls matter and cites the former President’s dismal poll numbers.  Well, polls only matter to the extent that the indicate something of how likely voters feel about the the performance of our elected leaders.  And clearly the majority of folks are not pleased.  It seems they must matter to those in power as well, otherwise the “healthcare” debate would not have evolved into “insurance reform”. 

Last I looked, Obama has Democratic majorities in both houses of Congress.  So, if polls don’t matter, why don’t our political betters get on with doing what’s best for us, whether we like it or not?

Frank Wilson notes that many Europeans “think that the U.S. Constitution confers certain rights on the nation’s citizens. As it happens, it does not. It simply acknowledges what the Declaration of Independence makes eminently clear, that those citizens “are endowed by their Creator with certain unalienable Rights” and that government exists “to secure these rights.”

That’s exactly the point.  And what Obama and Congress fail to remember at their peril is this:

Americans regard themselves as citizens, not subjects. They may respect their government, but few feel servile toward it, and most are wary of it.

So, to answer Kevin, I’d say the polls are indicative of the fact that what we are witnessing in America today is not an angry mob of rightwing Nazi racists (as Pelosi and Reid would have you believe).  It is rather a reflection that when average Americans perceive a threat to their liberty, the rise up in protest.  It has been that way since the first tea party in Boston. 

We will not go quietly.

For what it’s worth

There’s something happening here…

I encourage you to read this piece by Peggy Noonan in the WSJonline.  It is spot on.

You know, I’m really pretty excited to see the groundswell of opposition to Obamacare.  I was frankly despairing that perhaps that spark of distrust in government that is a natural part of the American character had been extinguished.  We’ve all been fat and happy so long it seems.  So, it appears I may have been wrong about that and it is nice to know that when our freedom is on the line, people will respond.

What is really interesting is how the government is responding.  The Speaker of the House calling the protesters “a mob”, likening them to Nazis, and saying such dissent is “unAmerican”.  I mean wow.  Fuel for the fire Ms. Pelosi.  Loved this cartoon:


You know, I came of age in the era of Vietnam war protests.  And I’m getting that kind of feeling again.  Could this be history in the making?  Who knows, but I’ll be damned if I can’t get that Buffalo Springfield ditty out of my head…

There’s battle lines being drawn

Nobody’s right if everybody’s wrong

Young people speaking their minds

Are getting so much resistance from behind

–Stephen Stills

An American tradition

I’ve got more to say on what’s going on in America these days, including a response to commenter Kevin (see post below).

These are definitely interesting times in the USA.  I’m heartened that so many folks seem to be getting in touch with their American heritage…


A Day to Remember


Here dead we lie
Because we did not choose
To live and shame the land
From which we sprung.

Life, to be sure,
Is nothing much to lose,
But young men think it is,
And we were young.

–Alfred Edward Housman 

Today is the day Americans set aside to honor and remember the men and
women who gave their lives in defense of freedom and liberty.

From the days of fighting for independence from Great Britain, through the
Civil War, two World Wars, Korea, Vietnam, Iraq and Afghanistan–our best
and brightest have answered the call to service in the Armed Forces.  And
far too many made the ultimate sacrifice so that future generations could
live as a free people.

Memorial Day has an especially significant meaning for all of us here in
Korea.  In this great land, over 30,000 Americans died fighting side-by-side
with the Korean people defending freedom.  One need only look around this
modern vibrant country rebuilt from the ashes of that war to know that their
sacrifice was not in vain.  We stand today with our Korean brothers and
sisters, ever vigilant and ready, so that peace may always reign in The Land
of the Morning Calm.

Sadly, but not with upbraiding,
    The generous deed was done,
In the storm of the years that are fading
    No braver battle was won:
        Under the sod and the dew,
            Waiting the judgment-day;
        Under the blossoms, the Blue,
            Under the garlands, the Gray

No more shall the war cry sever,
    Or the winding rivers be red;
They banish our anger forever
    When they laurel the graves of our dead!
        Under the sod and the dew,
            Waiting the judgment-day,
        Love and tears for the Blue,
            Tears and love for the Gray.

–Francis Miles Finch


Find the cost of freedom…

Find the cost of freedom

Buried in the ground

Mother earth will swallow you

Lay your body down

              –Stephen Stills

That’s from an old CS&N anti-war ditty.  For some reason it came to mind this morning after reading this story.  The story reminded me of what’s at stake if we lack the will to defend Western values.  A chilling vision of what life will be like under the thumb of our Islamic overlords:

The head of the U.N. Children’s Fund has expressed concern over a Saudi judge’s refusal for a second time to annul a marriage between an 8-year-old girl and a 47-year-old man.

The most recent ruling, in which the judge upheld his original verdict, was handed down Saturday in the Saudi city of Onaiza, where late last year the same judge rejected a petition from the girl’s mother, seeking a divorce for her daughter.

The girl’s father, according to the lawyer, arranged the marriage in order to settle his debts with the man, who is a close friend of his. At the time of the initial verdict, the judge required the girl’s husband to sign a pledge that he would not have sex with her until she reaches puberty, al-Jutaili told CNN. The judge ruled that when the girl reaches puberty, she will have the right to request a divorce by filing a petition with the court, the lawyer said.

“It is incorrect to say that it’s not permitted to marry off girls who are 15 and younger,” Sheikh Abdul Aziz Al-Sheikh, the kingdom’s grand mufti, said in remarks last January, according to the regional Al-Hayat newspaper. “A girl aged 10 or 12 can be married. Those who think she’s too young are wrong, and they are being unfair to her.”

“We hear a lot in the media about the marriage of underage girls,” he said, according to the newspaper. “We should know that sharia law has not brought injustice to women.”

Does anyone truly believe that we can co-exist in a world dominated by Islam?  Already former bulwarks of freedom and liberty like Great Britain and Canada are cowtowing to their Islamic minorities, including considering allowing imposition of sharia law withn the muslim communities.  Make no mistake, Islamic domination of the world is the stated goal of our adversaries.  They have made no secret of this.  The hate us for our so-called decadence, but what they mean is that they despise our freedom.

We say that we are engaged in a Global War on Terror (or used to pre-Obama).  But this is really a clash of civilizations.  The question is do we still have the will to defend the values we hold most dear?

Truer words were never spoken and we forget them at our peril:

It is in vain, sir, to extenuate the matter. Gentlemen may cry, Peace, Peace– but there is no peace. The war is actually begun! The next gale that sweeps from the north will bring to our ears the clash of resounding arms! Our brethren are already in the field! Why stand we here idle? What is it that gentlemen wish? What would they have? Is life so dear, or peace so sweet, as to be purchased at the price of chains and slavery? Forbid it, Almighty God! I know not what course others may take; but as for me, give me liberty or give me death!

–Patrick Henry


Hat Tip: Althouse


It was good to see a comment from my old bud and longtime reader Neil (Thirsty).  Surprised to see he is in Jakarta these days.  One of the things I dislike most about life in Korea is the transient nature of the relationships with people you meet.  Friends come and go with a regular frequency that takes some getting used to.  One purpose of this blog has been to stay connected with these folks who all too often scatter like the leaves from a Maple.  That was probably the most frustrating part of losing my domain name, because I (well, LTG) suddenly just disappeared and I had no means to get the word out on where I might be found.

Anyway, well met Neil.  Never had the chance to say a proper goodbye, but on your next visit to Korea we’ll raise a pint in Cheers!  Actually, I suspect it will be in Dolce Vita, but you get my meaning…

Bear with me…

Another example of the irreconcilable difference in values between Islam and the West is the teddy bear incident in Sudan. As you know, an English teacher from Great Britain has been convicted of insulting Muhammad when she permitted her young students to name a stuffed toy after the murderous Prophet. Of course, this injustice has angered many Muslims and the news reports indicate thousands marching in the streets of Khartoum in protest. Not of the conviction, but rather the sentence of 15 days in jail. Seems that nothing less than death is appropriate for an insult to the pedophile who bears the name Muhammad.

Just to be clear on where I stand, I’d like you to meet my new toy:


Ain’t he cute? Oh, and if any you Islamofascists don’t like it you can kiss my ass. I live right around the corner from the mosque in Seoul, so bring it on you cowardly sons of bitches.

Yeah, I am sick and tired of the apologists for Islam who claim only a small percentage of Muslims are extremists. Until I see the so-called moderates marching to denounce the daily atrocities committed in the name Islam, your faith and the pork eating Muhammad are not worthy of respect. Are we clear on that?

This editorial in the Investor’s Business Daily pretty much captures my thinking on this topic:

Is violence integral to Islam? It’s a valid question. When the pope raised it, Muslims proved him wrong by threatening to cut off his head. Message: Don’t call us intolerant or we’ll kill you.

If this sounds “Islamophobic,” a favorite retort of the Muslim-rights group CAIR, straighten us out. We looked for a condemnation of the Sudanese troglodytes on its Web site and came up short.

We did, however, find “Action Alerts” calling on Muslims to boycott radio host Michael Savage for intolerance. Mitt Romney, Rudy Giuliani and the Washington Times were also singled out for attack.

Meanwhile, CAIR is hosting a panel discussion at the National Press Club on “Islamophobia and the Political Cartoon.” Apparently CAIR, like other Muslim groups, condones violent reactions to free speech.

CAIR encourages Muslims in America to improve the coverage of Islam in the media. It says they should break the stereotype of Muslims as terrorists, and that of Islam as “archaic, barbaric, irrational” and a “religion of violence.”

Well, what are you waiting for? Condemn the Islamic court’s punishment of an innocent teacher. Certainly CAIR doesn’t agree that naming a toy animal after the Muslim prophet is a crime just because it could be considered by the most extremist hard-liner to be an insult. Or does it?

The vast majority of Americans would change their negative view of Islam if Muslims would strongly condemn such extremism. But for some reason, they won’t do it.

Until they do, they can’t complain about Islamophobia.

And until they do I will remain convinced that Islam is simply incompatible with the modern world.

Stars and Stripes Forever

So I woke up feeling patriotic. Sue me.

Let martial note in triumph float
And liberty extend its mighty hand
A flag appears ‘mid thunderous cheers,
The banner of the Western land.
The emblem of the brave and true
Its folds protect no tyrant crew;
The red and white and starry blue
Is freedom’s shield and hope.

Other nations may deem their flags the best
And cheer them with fervid elation
But the flag of the North and South and West
Is the flag of flags, the flag of Freedom’s nation.

Hurrah for the flag of the free!
May it wave as our standard forever,
The gem of the land and the sea,
The banner of the right.
Let despots remember the day
When our fathers with mighty endeavor
Proclaimed as they marched to the fray
That by their might and by their right
It waves forever.

Let eagle shriek from lofty peak
The never-ending watchword of our land;
Let summer breeze waft through the trees
The echo of the chorus grand.
Sing out for liberty and light,
Sing out for freedom and the right.
Sing out for Union and its might,
O patriotic sons.

Other nations may deem their flags the best
And cheer them with fervid elation,
But the flag of the North and South and West
Is the flag of flags, the flag of Freedom’s nation.

Hurrah for the flag of the free.
May it wave as our standard forever
The gem of the land and the sea,
The banner of the right.
Let despots remember the day
When our fathers with might endeavor
Proclaimed as they marched to the fray,
That by their might and by their right
It waves forever.

John Philip Sousa

Whistlin’ Dixie

My daughters Renee and Avery have taken some umbrage at my negative reference to those silly girls who call themselves Dixie Chicks.

One of the things I liked about Team America: World Police was the way it lampooned entertainers who mindlessly mouth left wing talking points and expect their celebrity to somehow make what they say unassailably the truth. All it really proves is that you can be extraordinarily talented in one regard, and yet still be completely ignorant. The massive egos of these “stars” somehow leads them to believe that they are experts in matters of politics and foreign policy and the unwashed masses should unquestioningly heed the wisdom of their betters.


And my issue with the Dixie Bitches has never been about free speech. Yes, I believe it is wrong to trash your country in front of an overseas audience. A nation is a family and while I’m fine with vehement disagreements within the family, you don’t bring your neighbors into the fight. But that’s just me. No question, Ms. Maines had every right to say what she said. Just as I have every right to criticize her for saying it. And I can choose not to listen to their music or buy their CDs. And if I owned a radio station I could decline to add them to my play list.

What pissed me off more than what she said is all her whining about “censorship”. The Constitution guarantees that the state will take no action to abridge freedom of speech. I am unaware of any arrests or government intervention to stop these ignorant women from saying foolish things. What Ms. Maines really desires is freedom to say what she wants without consequences. She is all courageous up on stage mouthing her idiocies but doesn’t think it fair when people react by exercising their freedom to speak against her or boycott her music. That is just pure chickenshit.

Sorry daughters, but Dad is sticking to his guns on this one.

A day to remember

Four years. Everyone has their story of that morning and how it impacted their life. Mine is not so significant, but it was still a life changing event. Beyond my political conversion, it caused me to rethink what it is that I value most. And that turned out to be freedom.

I’m not going to engage in a political rant on this day of days. I am going to remember what I saw and what I felt on that September morning as I watched smoke billow from the Penatgon from my office in DC. And I am going to honor our brave soldiers who are fighting those who would see us dead rather than living free.

If you don’t get that, words would be wasted anyway.

God bless America.

Reverse Colonialism

A fascinating post over at Belmont Club on the decline of Europe is a recommended read, especially for the naysaying commenters on my earlier post on this subject.

Here’s a small sample:

Europe if not now then soon must accept that enlargement by itself can never fully compensate for the fundamental weakness of its demographics and economy. Even a ship as large as the Titanic eventually fills with water. French EU Foreign Minister Michel Barnier could not have spoken more eloquently of the dead-end French policy had become when he said the EU had no contingency plan in the event of a rejection [of the EU constitution]. “We have no plan B. You cannot have a plan B. It is ‘Yes’ and that’s the only way to discuss this item, so we go 100 percent for that outcome”. If wishes were horses then beggars would ride.

After sixty years of retreat from its colonial heyday, Europe is an idea whose back is to the wall. What it needs now is a new vision and leadership, which with some American help, may address the core of its weakness: suicidal demographics; cultural self-loathing; its oppressive socialist economies. The hour is late and the ship captained by fools but hope still remains.

There are some outstanding comments on the Belmont Club post, don’t miss them. A couple of my favorites:

Other factors to look at in Europe are:

1. The demographic disaster is continent-wide, meaning the influx of Muslims is the crucial, defining political issue.

2. The best and brightest continue to try to escape to Australia or Canada, leaving the elites at home even more ossified, inflexible, and incompetent.

See “One-third of Dutch people want to emigrate”: “A survey has indicated that 32 percent of Dutch people want to emigrate abroad and that just 51 percent are proud of the Netherlands.”


Any colonization effort which involves the usage of the indigenous people as low-level work force will eventually fail. The colonizers may initially beat the native people with better arms and technology, but over time the native people will assimulate the technology and weapons knowledge of the colonizers and use it against them. The French discovered that in Algeria, in IndoChina, and elsewhere.

The mistake that France made in its colonization effort, is that it wanted to export a gentry class, who would make the natives do the work while the gentry lived in leisure.

Now France (and Europe) is being colonized by foreign powers. The immigrant gentry (who the French call welfare recipients) have little interest in work or in assimulating, and grow in numbers rapidly. The people who do the work to hold it all up are decreasing as childless people retire and are not replaced.


If I summarize Wretchard’s thesis as tersely as possible, it comes out as: “Goodbye Europe—Hello Eurabia”


I’m not sure exactly what the hope is here. I can imagine terrorist outrages producing a ferocious turn to the right in Europe, Muslims becoming the enemy that justifies rapid rearmament, strict immigration controls, and a radical reform of the social welfare system. But even if European economies boomed overnight, who would be manning those enterprises? The demographic problem cannot be solved in any short run, and meanwhile Europe’s choices are few and bad. Birth rates in the old East Bloc countries are even worse than in Western Europe, so East-West migration only rearranges the deck chairs. I have no doubt that Europe would dearly love to have a Mexico across its southern border, instead of what they do have.


As Wretchard notes, the French currently seem to fear the Polish plumber more than they fear the Arab wilders. The French pols pimping of the EU (always with a wink and a nod to let the proles know who really would be running things) is not overcoming the reality that half of every Frenchman’s potential income is going to support either a bureaucrat or a wastrel. Perhaps some Frenchmen are even realizing that taxing those nasty capitalistic companies results in higher prices.

Whether the EU constitution passes or fails is a matter of indifference to me. I doubt that passage will speed up or slow down the economic collapse that only a change in demographic trend can cure. In a democracy, the people fully deserve the government that they get. Europe has been eating seed corn for forty years, the granaries are empty and winter is coming.

And my favorite, which captures my sentiments on Europe exactly:

I am not at all persuaded that America should help in the coming European meltdown. It seems to me that since Europe — and especially France and Germany — have tried their damndest to implode twice in the past century, (taking the whole rest of the world lemming-like with them over the cliff), that from a Darwinian standpoint, that should be allowed this coming iteration.

If the European model is a failure, then it should be allowed to fail every bit as much a the Russian model is being allowed to fail. Granted there is that little Muslim problem they’re having, but it seems to me that we need to be focusing on Canada’s little Muslim problem first, and secondly, on Mexico’s desperate determination to over-run the United States and to take enough of our wealth to send back home to keep the home enchilada’s cooking.

We should support our allies the Brits, of course, always. And on an individual basis, any of the other countries that wake up and smell the coffee beans, such as Queen Margarethe in Denmark. But to support a “Europe” entity like we would support the nation of Australia just doesn’t make sense, neither from a psychological, a social, an evolutionary, nor an economic point of view.

Because quite frankly, saving them has not worked. We have spent enormous sums of both blood and money on saving and rebuilding Europe … twice. And have been rewarded for it with smug arrogance, uninformed stupidity, and backbiting perfidy. To me, this coming time will be three strikes, and it’s time to try something different.


So, I understand that I am just a backwoods American hick, too unsophisticated to have an opinion on issues of such great importance as those involving the superior and enlightened beings who reside on the European continent (and a federal employee to boot [have I no shame?]), but is it possible that just maybe their is a slight chance, that in their blind arrogance, our European betters have failed to see the wolf at their doorstep?

Nah, forget it. It couldn’t happen. Forget I said anything.