Friday Kipling

This passage is taken from the story of Rikki-Tikki-Tavi, from Kipling’s Jungle Book. In this passage, our hero meets evil in the form of Nag the cobra. He stares into the eyes of evil, and knows that it is his lot in life to fight it and defeat it. And he never backs down.

Here begins the lesson.

He spread out his hood more than ever, and Rikki-tikki saw the spectacle-mark on the back of it that looks exactly like the eye part of a hook-and-eye fastening. He was afraid for the minute, but it is impossible for a mongoose to stay frightened for any length of time, and though Rikki-tikki had never met a live cobra before, his mother had fed him on dead ones, and he knew that all a grown mongoose’s business in life was to fight and eat snakes. Nag knew that too and, at the bottom of his cold heart, he was afraid.

Friday Three Men in a Boat

Is there any better way to spend a hot and rainy Friday afternoon than reading a few chapters of Jerome Klapka Jerome’s classic Three Men in a Boat?

Here’s an excellent passage for your consideration.

The first list we made out had to be discarded. It was clear that the upper reaches of the Thames would not allow of the navigation of a boat sufficiently large to take the things we had set down as indispensable; so we tore the list up, and looked at one another!

George said:

“You know we are on a wrong track altogether. We must not think of the things we could do with, but only of the things that we can’t do without.”

George comes out really quite sensible at times. You’d be surprised. I call that downright wisdom, not merely as regards the present case, but with reference to our trip up the river of life, generally. How many people, on that voyage, load up the boat till it is ever in danger of swamping with a store of foolish things which they think essential to the pleasure and comfort of the trip, but which are really only useless lumber.

How they pile the poor little craft mast-high with fine clothes and big houses; with useless servants, and a host of swell friends that do not care twopence for them, and that they do not care three ha’pence for; with expensive entertainments that nobody enjoys, with formalities and fashions, with pretence and ostentation, and with – oh, heaviest, maddest lumber of all! – the dread of what will my neighbour think, with luxuries that only cloy, with pleasures that bore, with empty show that, like the criminal’s iron crown of yore, makes to bleed and swoon the aching head that wears it!

It is lumber, man – all lumber! Throw it overboard. It makes the boat so heavy to pull, you nearly faint at the oars. It makes it so cumbersome and dangerous to manage, you never know a moment’s freedom from anxiety and care, never gain a moment’s rest for dreamy laziness – no time to watch the windy shadows skimming lightly o’er the shallows, or the glittering sunbeams flitting in and out among the ripples, or the great trees by the margin looking down at their own image, or the woods all green and golden, or the lilies white and yellow, or the sombre-waving rushes, or the sedges, or the orchis, or the blue forget-me-nots.

Throw the lumber over, man! Let your boat of life be light, packed with only what you need – a homely home and simple pleasures, one or two friends, worth the name, someone to love and someone to love you, a cat, a dog, and a pipe or two, enough to eat and enough to wear, and a little more than enough to drink; for thirst is a dangerous thing.

Kipling

The only thing that I was taught about Rudyard Kipling’s writings in school was the poem “White Man’s Burden.” It was explained to us that Mr. Kipling was a racist, as was the standard in his day, and that we should be ashamed that men such as he ever breathed air. That was the end of the Kipling discussion.

This is but another of the many fold proofs that I have succeeded in life thus far in spite of my public education. Well, today we have much more sensible views on race. I believe that Dr. King was right when he said that we should judge people on the content of their character, not the color of their skin. I took him at his word on that, and I live it. Note that Dr. King’s words in this case are in direct opposition to the non-judgmental left who think it wrong to judge anyone at all, under any circumstance.

I do judge men on the content of their character. I also judge their worth largely on what they can teach me. I never met Jeff Cooper, but I’ve read his words. They told me all that I need know of his character, and they have taught me much. One of the many things that I have learned is that the English language is a wonderful tool, rather like the M1911. Like the M1911, English is not perfect, but one skilled in its employment can perform amazing feats. The love of the English language often lead Col. Cooper to discuss the many books this gentleman had read as exemplars of our tongue.

Col. Cooper seemed to enjoy Mr. Kipling’s work, though he (Cooper) confessed to enjoying Kipling’s poetry more than Kipling’s prose. I’ve never been terribly opposed to poetry, having written some awful examples in my younger years, but I think I like the prose better. That may have something to do with the fact that I’ve mostly read his children’s stories to date. The fact is, Kipling’s children’s stories contain more depth and substance than much of today’s “grown-up” sophistry.

Much of his work is available for free at www.gutenberg.org. I recommend his “Jungle Books,” “Puck of Pook’s Hill,” and his “American Notes.” These are all excellent, and it is high time that we stop pretending that enjoying them makes racists of us. The absolute worst that can happen is that we read, enjoy, and end up making ourselves be better company for ourselves.

Reading List

I have recently finished reading Mark Twain’s Roughing It. This book is a fine account of life in the American “old west,” and has much to recommend it. The above link is to the Project Gutenberg electronic text in its entirety.

Previous to this, I had the pleasure to indulge in Jerome Klapka Jerome’s Three Men in a Boat. I had never before heard of this second author before I stumbled upon him one day whilst repeatedly mashing the Random Article button at Wikipedia. I can’t imagine why I’ve never heard of this book before, but nothing that I could say would add anything to the book’s excellence. Just read it.

The most striking feature of these books is that both of them were well worn by the time the year 1900 rolled around, but they are both compellingly modern.

Most recently, however, I have come across the writings of the late Col. Jeff Cooper, deceased just this 25th of September. Col. Cooper’s commentaries are located here.They are nothing short of amazing. If you don’t have a sense of humor, don’t bother. Col. Cooper’s writings will probably make some people madder than they would be after being forced to listen to hours of the Rush Limbaugh Show.

Col. Cooper was harsh, unyielding, macho, sure of himself, honorable, and as sharp as they come. He had a wonderful gift of language that I am jealous of. Even if you disagree with him %80, read his commentaries anyway because you will learn something new. Start at the beginning, and understand that it will take a bit of time to understand that he’d been writing these commentaries for many years prior to 1993, but they were published elsewhere. So you will find that there is some context missing.

Among other things, you will learn of the tyranny committed by our government in the 1990s against our own citizens. I don’t remember much about the Waco, TX incident because I was in high school at the time, and was thus rather disconnected. Col. Cooper points out that whilst the Branch Dividians were all nuts, they hadn’t broken any laws, and the ATF really didn’t have any good reason to go kicking in their doors. You’ll also learn about another episode in which an ATF sniper assassinated the wife of a suspect while she was holding her baby. Why don’t I remember any of this?

For some reasons unknown to me at this point, I feel it necessary to insert the disclaimer that I think both David Koresh and Randy Weaver were unqualified nut cases. Col. Cooper asks the questions that I never heard during that time, namely, since when is it ok for armed agents of the United States Government to assassinate our fellow citizens, no matter how crazy they may be, without even holding a trial. I should also disclaim that shooting our citizens is a far worse offense than the warrant-less interception of phone calls made to or from known enemies over-seas. I can’t wait to read up to the Elian Gonzalez debacle. The fact remains that Janet Reno is still walking around in freedom. In a just and righteous world, this would not be.

Another thing that I learned was that the Clinton administration ordered the destruction of many fine Springfield Armory 1903 and M1 Garand rifles, as well as a number of M1911 Colts, despite the facts that these are not weapons that you find in the hands of your typical street-thug. These weapons won WWI and WWII for us. They were our heritage. Our grandmothers and grandfather paid for them with their scrap metal, their war bonds, and often with their lives. It was our right to collect them and hold on to them as living snippets of our shared history, and pass them to our children and grand-children, preserving the stories of how they saved nations and ended the holocaust. In many ways, this was the parallel of melting-down the Liberty Bell, crumpling-up the Declaration of Independence and hurling it into the recycling bin, or demolishing Montecello to the purpose of installing a parking garage. This was a great shame that will never be reported.

Col. Cooper advocated granting the franchise only to those who had read and understood the Declaration of Independence, the Constitution, the Federalist Papers, and de Tocqueville’s Democracy in America. Upon reading this, I hardily agreed, even though by those standards I would be disqualified. I have not digested the last two of the four mentioned, as they are talked-about, but never seriously studied in our public (Government) schools today. Before the next election, I will have read them all, and perhaps the anti-Federalist papers for good measure.

The great thing about Col. Cooper is that he was tough as nails, and unapologetic for it. His writings demonstrate what it means to be a man. He wrote them in a way that is convincing because his words are plain, but they are not simple. Col. Cooper was an educated man, and that becomes very clear due to the depth of his words.

In this age of the modern, sensitive “man,” reading Col. Cooper’s work makes me want to stand up and shout “Yes!” He got it right. He reached me. I, for one, will not be feminized.

The new title…

Perhaps you will notice that I’ve changed the title of this web log from “My Spot for Venting About Stupid Things No One Cares About” to “The Daft Musings Hall.”

This is largely due to my extensive work with the French Resistance, and the fact that my Series 5 “Allo, Allo” discs have finally arrived… Not that it is hard for me to resist the French, you will understand.

That got me thinking again about the fine broadcasts performed by Mr. Crosby during WWII at the Kraft Music Hall. In deference to that, I’m happy to bring you “The Daft Musings Hall.”

Listening to these recordings makes one thing abundantly clear in my mind. Something has gone terribly wrong in this country over the last 60 years. We will always have struggles as a nation. Today, we fight the same fascist enemy with a different face. We didn’t want to fight then, as we don’t want to fight now. But then, we knew what we had to do, and we did it. And our countrymen, even the entertainers, WANTED us to win!

Today, we are engaged in battle. Many people in this country don’t understand why. Many have forgotten or ignored more than 30 years of attacks and aggression by people who hate us because we are free and successful. Many don’t even believe it is real. Many more people in this country think that we deserve it, or that we caused it, or that we had it coming… precisely because we are free and successful.

Perhaps the biggest failure of the greatest generation was that they were too successful at providing better lives for their children. We have become too soft. Baby-boomers grew up in a more comfortable world than their parents. The next generation grew up with less hardship, still. My generation, with even less. We demand air-conditioning, padded chairs, and perpetual entertainment from TV, iPods, computer games, and the internet. It has gotten to the point that we’re unable to discern right from wrong, because “right and wrong” are anachronistic abstract concepts that have long since been washed out of the common fabric of our nation.

We are being taught from our youngest years to “open” our minds. We are taught that the only true wrong that a person can commit is to be “judgmental.” Political Correctness is eroding our language, as Mr. Eric Blair predicted. Worse still, many people confuse simple crassitude with being Politically Incorrect… Another example of the erosion our language. Our institutions of higher learning are producing astounding numbers of people who think they are smarter than they actually are. I think that it is attributable to my proposition that once you’ve both removed high standards and made people feel guilty about judging anything, you’ve lost the ability to discern brilliance and the flicker of thought from banal platitudes.

I’m not going to pretend that I know how to solve these problems. I like my iPod and my air-conditioning. The only thing that I can do is to point-out the problems I see, and try to identify them explicitly. The first rule of trouble-shooting is that you identify the problem, then cut it in half. I’m not even sure how to do that in this case, but I will at least offer-up the following positive affirmations:

1. It is good and acceptable to turn off your television. You probably won’t die from it.
2. Read a book. You’ll increase your chances of stumbling upon an actual thought.
3. It is good and acceptable to be critical of people who do the wrong things.
4. It is good and acceptable to be proud of your country.
5. It is good and acceptable to want your country to succeed.
6. It is bad and unacceptable to feel guilty over being successful and free.
7. Our way of life is good. Even if we are too soft. It deserves to be protected from those who would destroy it.
8. Spreading success and freedom throughout the world is NOT fascist, nor is it imperialist. If you think that it is, you’ve been watching too much television.

Busy Weekend

It has been a fairly productive weekend. Amy and I did a good deal of much-needed house work, but we got that done pretty quickly. Amy had some Mary-Kay seller come out to the house to do some sort of something.

I took this as an opportunity to run off to Swan Creek Shooting Range for some trigger-time. I put 200 rounds of .45 ACP down-range, and turned my target, a cardboard box with one of those fluorescent targets taped to it, into swiss cheese at about 18-20 yards. The target told a story, and the story was this: “I may not be able to shoot very well, but a have a lot of ammo.”

I had quite a lot ( 8 – 10? ) fail-to-feed-last-round stoppages with both the Kimber and Wilson Combat magazines. The bullets were getting pinned nose-up to the top of the chamber. It seems like it may have stopped during the last 50 rounds or so. That makes a total of 600 rounds through the Kimber. Hopefully it is “broken-in” now, and I won’t see any more.

Grabbed some coffee at Starbucks in Athens on the way. A cup of Italian and a pound of Arabian Mocha Sanai. I really like Yemeni Mokka coffees. No “blends” for me, thank you! I made a pot of it today. The beans were quite oily, and the cup was excellent even out of my cheap auto-drip brewer.

Stopped by and visited my uncle and his family on the way home. I rarely get to see them, but as I was passing by their house on my way home, and they were outside, it would have been rude not to.

Amy and I watched two terrible films. “Jackie Chan is the Prisoner” and “Flash Gordon.” Both of them were absolute stinkers.

We also rented a 10′x10′ storage room to move some of Amy’s school stuff into. We relocated a truck load of boxes from our garage, which will help my state of mind tremendously.

Right now, I’m trying out Fedora Core 5 on a laptop. I’m just curious to see what they’ve changed with this rev. I’ll be happy when either Solaris 10 becomes really useful as a desktop OS (I doubt this will ever happen) or I can get OS X that runs on a Dell.

Today was the first day in two weeks that I’ve been out of bed after 6:00 AM. I slept-in until 8:30. Tomorrow, it is back to 5:30 AM.

Right now, I’m off to read some Heinlein.

So this is the new year? (Hat-tip: "Death Cab for Cutie")

I don’t do New Year Resolutions. So, this year will be no exception. However, it is not all that uncommon for me to set a few goals from time to time. So this year, I think that I’m going to dig up some books by and about the founding fathers of our country. The goal being mostly to remind myself that the people who founded this country were all right-wing-kook-extremists, just like me. As the post-election left-wing meltdown continues, with liberals screeching about how “Red State” people are ignorant morons, it will be nice to read the words of these intelligent men, and to remember that they are largely responsible for me
thinking the way I do. I am a conservative, I do believe in God, I am patriotic. I am not an uneducated simpleton fool. I sense that I’ll probably write two or three screeds about this in the coming year.

Specifically, I want to look through the Federalist Papers, some Washington, some Jefferson, some Ben Franklin (particularly, I’d like to reread his autobiography), and revise on some of the minor/obscure founding documents like the Constitution and the Declaration of Independence. Also, I intend to finish the 9/11 commission report.

Also, for career development this year, I’d really like to learn to write useful code in C. Really, as a full-time UNIX systems administrator, I am often ashamed of that fact that I can’t program in C. Perl is great, and as a rule has gotten me out of (also in to) many sticky situations, but really I should learn C.

Finally, I’m really going to try to write more. I will probably use this LiveJournal thing as the medium, since it is easy enough. Nobody but Chris will read it anyway, and the only reason that he will is that he gets all of my posts emailed to him automagically. Chris, read-on. I promise it will be hella boring.

Some things I want to write about:

• Chapter 8 in the new Ann Coulter book, and how she isn’t quite right.
• Good/Bad points in the new Bill O’Reilly book.
• Dr. Strangeconserviative, or How I learned to stop worrying and love the US.
• The current un-official charter of the United Nations
• Canada: Frozen Bombing Range of the North
• Linux Hippies are ruining it for the rest of us
• My favorite line to use at parties: “I’m slightly to the right of Rush Limbaugh.” That one always gets GREAT responses.
• My prediction that the “Half-Blood Prince” in J.K. Rowling’s new book is . . . Haggrid.
• The real American Idiots, Anna Nichole, Paris Hilton, Reality TV, MTV, etc.
• My life-change from Linux+Windows on PC to OS X on Apple G5, how I have adjusted, and if it was worth it.
• Several other topics I can’t remember right now.

I had no champagne for the new year, I’m afraid. I had a nice bottle of Chimay Grand Reserve (a.k.a. Chimay Blue) that I was going to enjoy, but decided to save it. At $9 per bottle, it is packaged like champagne (750 ml, cork finished, wire bale), but tastes better than any champagne I’ve ever had, and is WAY less expensive. Vouve Clicot is probably the best tasting champagne I’ve ever had. It is currently at about $45 for the same 750 ml bottle. Also, I have one bottle of Left Hand Imperial Stout that I am saving for a cold night. I am worried that winter may be over though. We had those two days, just before Christmas where the high
was in the 20’s. Right now, we’re having upper 60’s. Happy January in North Alabama.

I got several new books for Christmas, including the Bill O’Reilly book, Who’s Looking Out for You? Anyone who thinks that O’Reilly is a conservative after reading this book should go have a mental exam or perhaps go look at a dictionary. This book was closer to a “Self Help” book than anything I have ever read before. As it turns out, I like Bill’s writing style much better than his interviewing/commentating style on his TV show (I’ve never listened to his radio show). Perhaps it is because he’s not interrupting someone else’s every third word. I’ll talk more about the book in another entry later because I thought it was actually good and made some points I hadn’t thought about.

Oh, and I swore off Slashdot just over a month ago. Haven’t found a good replacement for it yet, we’ll see how long it lasts… Annoying pratts. So far, I have done well. Been there less than 3 times in the last month. Haven’t missed it, per se. But I do miss having a good source of computer geek news updated several times per day. If not for their agenda of left-wing politics and slamming any company out there that has the nerve to actually try to (gasp) make money, I’d still be a (many-times-a-day) daily visitor.

In summary, happy new year to you all. Really, I plan to live 2005 just like I lived 2004. Keep moving forward, doing what I do, brewing a few beers, fixing a couple of computers, and generally enjoying life in North Alabama with my wife.