Saturday, October 20, 2018

That was perceptive!

Wow, I have my moments.  Here's an old post that suddenly took a slew of visits the other day.  It was me pointing out the obvious, that the press had hoisted Trump above the other GOP candidates in the 2016 primary, and then turned on him upon receiving the nomination.  The press did the same to Sanders of course.  The post was written June of 2016.  It was so obvious even then.   People can, I guess, disagree over why the press hoisted Trump to the nomination.  But no sane human being on the planet can deny that Trump got the nomination 100% due to the press's machinations.

A movie celebrating post-Christian civil religion

Are you there God?  It's me, Margaret, a much celebrated embrace of Western Liberalism's civil religion, is going to become a movie.  Hurrah!  Yes, the book that embraced the Oprah view that one religion is as good as another - which means pointlessly wrong - is well known to many my age. In it, we learn that God is merely an abstract concept by which we measure our pain (John Lennon 3:16);  no affiliation is needed, it's wrong to push people into religion (but not out of religion), it's certainly wrong to guide a child toward any religious belief (other than no religious belief), and of course the self is the all important point of reference.

All faithful within the world's traditional religions should understand that we face a completely new religious revolution.  It is a revolution driven by a very zealous and intolerant religion.  It calls upon religions to abandon any doctrines or dogmas that run afoul of its own teachings.  And it seeks a world where all are forced, preferably by the iron gauntlet of a powerful state, to bow before its altar.  Like Christians coming together to resist the secularization of the Faith, even if it means setting aside traditional and denominational differences, so the great world religions may someday be forced to do the same.

When women should never be believed

Babylon Bee explains the obvious: That most of identity politics is about advancing the Left.  Actual women or victims or minorities matter not.  It's only when they are useful fools tools for the true cause of the Leftist State.  Again, the problem with Babylon Bee is that it tries to be funny, but usually it's merely stating what is openly stated by those it is supposed to mock.

For Christians who have embraced the 'American cops as murderous thugs' mantra

Here is another victim of your endeavors.  God bless him and his sacrifice, and may the Lord Jesus Christ give strength and peace to his loved ones who are left behind.

My son has said, as he trains for a career in law enforcement, that this is creating a massive headache for cops.  Not that there aren't bad cops of course.  The police know this.  But like most things that the party of the Father of Lies touches, the point isn't to solve that problem, but to exploit it.  By seizing upon the obvious fact that law enforcement, like anything, will have its scoundrels who do terrible things, it has turned a sizable portion of our country into supporters of any action against police, up to and including psychical attack.

Remember, when a black man declared that he would murder white cops, and managed to kill five before being stopped, the conversation across out media was 'damn crying shame, but you have to admit he had some valid complaints...'.  That was for the few days in which it was covered before being swept under the carpet.

The Left is increasingly like the Ring of Sauron, something that is altogether evil.  Those Christians who have become thralls to it for whatever reason, even defeating Trump, will have the blood of such slain heroes on their hands if they do not repent of supporting such darkness.

Friday, October 19, 2018

Friday frivolity

Just because it's my blog: My favorite arcade video games.

Like some old codger sitting by a fireplace and regaling his grandchildren about his days fighting the huns, I tend to talk to my boys about the 'good old days.'  I inform them that, unless you had a terrible life you wish to forget - and hopefully that doesn't include them - you tend to look back, remembering with fondness the good times, and letting the bad times fade into memory.  Always remember the bad times were there, that way nostalgia doesn't melt into unreal sentimentality that can hamstring your ability to deal with the real world.  But never feel guilty for looking back and pondering the good times of old.  Long after their Mom and I have passed on, they'll only have the stories to remember, and that's what makes it a very human thing to do.

One of the things they ask about is what it was like in the early days of the big tech boons that they take for granted today.  What was it like in the early days of cable TV, or portable phones, or personal computers, or VCRs, or video games?  They find it hard to believe that there was a time when there were entire buildings - vast, cavernous rooms - dedicated to endless rows of video game consoles, with hundreds and hundreds of gamers standing there, popping quarters by the ton into the games as passersby stopped to watch the action.

It's true.  I was never a big video game fan, but I had my moments.  And there was an end game to those old arcade games.  It was seeing your initials at the top of the High Scores list at the end of each game.  And there was a time when playing a game could end up with dozens of strangers standing around, rooting you on.  I can remember Pac Man.  I only played it a couple times, but I remember people standing around three rows deep if someone was playing it well or even making it past the first few levels that anyone could handle.

We were talking about this last week, and it got me to thinking about some of the favorites I did have at different stages in the video game phenomenon, as well as stages in my youth.  Below are the ones I remember playing, even for a season, with some form of regularity.  Nothing big, but at the end of the craziness in the world today, it seems almost sane to think about compared to the alternatives.

Asteroids.  This was the first arcade game I ever played with any regularity.  It was located in one of those old KMart knock off stores that was located in Marion, behind the old (now abandoned) Pizza Hut.  That was the same PH I worked at in my early college days.  By that time, the store was there, but the game was gone.  But back in my early high school days, whenever my Mom went there, I made sure to bring quarters along.  While she shopped, I did my best to stay alive on the fewest quarters possible.  My best friend, Kelly, sometimes came along.  As always, he was far more versed in such things, and could do a much better job survival-wise.

Cliff Hanger!  This was in Marion's only shopping mall, the closest big town near the small farming village in which I grew up.  About a half hour away (or half that as I drove it), it was our main hangout on a weekend.  This game was under most radars.  Borrowing the Laser Disk technology that made Dragon's Lair a smash hit, it was heavy Anime style about two hapless casino thieves rescuing a kidnapped bride from the clutches of some super-villain.  Sort of Smokey and the Bandit meets James Bond.  Don't know why, but I determined to get through it to the end of the story.  Being one of the few video games with an actual end, I had that goal to shoot for.  And after about two years of hunting it down once it moved from the mall, I finally did it.

Gauntlet.  Wizard needs food badly!  Ah, this was in the old Dairy Mart down the street from where I lived for a few years when I was in elementary school.  My best friend had seen the game while at Columbus campus the year it was released (1985), and we spent more than a few nights pouring about $20 worth of quarters each to make it through endless mazes, demons, ghosts and goblins. That was near the end of what I call the Great Fantasy Renaissance, which kicked off in 1977 by the release of Star Wars.  Though my friend would never be caught dead within a hundred yards of something like Dungeons and Dragons, he had no problems playing video games that were obviously inspired by the same.  This chewed up the first year of college when he was back from school, especially during our first Christmas break.

Crossbow.  Don't shoot your friends!  Speaking of playing games that my best friend wouldn't be caught dead near if they weren't electronic, this was another one he discovered.  It was in the lobby of the movie theater attached to Northland Mall in Columbus, Ohio.  That was the mall in all of central Ohio.  At Christmas, the police would issue warnings to people to stay away from that area of northern Columbus because it became so packed and busy.  Today it's a parking lot.  But then it was the cultural/hang out mecca for everyone in central Ohio that was under 25 years old.  We went to the movies when I would visit him, or sometimes if we were down in Columbus just for fun (or looking for girls).  To kill time, we played this several times.  As usual, I was less competitive than he was, so ended up being the cause of most game ending casualties.

Rastan.  This was in the small arcade in the Ohio State University Student Union.  Back then, the Union was mainly classrooms, conference rooms, a cafeteria and some fast food shops with a McDonald's as the anchor eatery.  The arcade was in a small area between the cafeteria and one of the conference rooms.  There were probably about a dozen or so games, and this was one.  During my autumn quarter, I had a class at noon (geography), followed by my last class of the day, Western Civ 101 at 3:00.  That gave me enough time to have lunch, relax, and then study play this game I discovered.  Though well past either the D&D fad or the general Fantasy Renaissance, it was obviously inspired by both.  It was fairly popular, though the whole of the Video Arcade was already beginning to run its course.  By the next quarter, my schedule changed and I wasn't around the area with enough time to bother.  By the time I would have time to hang around there again, the game had been removed.  Nonetheless, autumn quarter of my Junior year, 1987, found me, between the hours of about 1:00 and 2:00 PM, with an endless supply of quarters trying to help our intrepid hero battle chimera, lizard men, gargoyles and falling boulders.

Omega Race.  What?  Most have never heard of this.  At the end of my 6th grade year, for no particular reason, my parents moved out of town and onto Rt. 95.  There was nothing nearby except two houses with grown adults and no kids, a gas station, the town's main factory, and across the street, our local bowling alley.  Oddly enough, I never cared enough to learn to bowl or play pool, though both were available.  What I did do, however, was save up quarters from mowing the neighbors' yards or shoveling snow to go across the highway and play this game.  Of all games I ever played, I came closest to this to topping the High Scores. I made it to second place.  It might have been because nobody played it much, and the competition was minimal.  Nonetheless, I saw it as a thing of pride that people began to come over to see if today would be the day I made it to the top.  I never did make it to the top.  But for most of my 7th grade year, I had this to look forward to at the end of each school day.

Space Invaders.  What can be said?  The one the started it all.  Just slap a space picture on the side and suddenly the pixels have an identity and a purpose, as does the player.  I actually only played it once or twice in arcades.  By the time it came to any venues that were near me, it had been surpassed by other, more advanced game.  I first heard about it in 7th grade on a school trip to a roller rink (remember those?).  Naturally, my best friend, who was typically well ahead of the cultural curve, had already seen it.  A kid named Randy was playing it when I came over and saw it for the first time.  Given that video games had, up to that point, meant Pong, this was quite a change.  When Atari grabbed the licensing for this and teamed up with Sears, it was the game to have.  It was the closest to my own BB Gun Christmas I ever had; begging  my parents on a daily basis for the console.  My Dad came through in flying colors, not only getting the game plus a couple extra, but also a new color TV on which to play it.

So there you go.  There were always others that we played here and there or once or twice.  And naturally it doesn't count those home video games which always seemed fun at first but, to me at least, passed their sell-by dates fairly quickly.

Thursday, October 18, 2018

RIP Gemma Nuttall

Gemma Nuttall, who gained international fame for refusing cancer therapy so that her unborn baby could grow healthy, has died.  This is what being pro-life is all about.  It is truly greater love having no one more than this.  A brave woman, and one who points to a model of creation beyond the modern, materialistic gloom of a mere physical universe.  May God bless her beautiful soul, and may peace and strength be showered upon her loved ones, and her wonderful child. 

When it comes to corruption in politics

I'm not stupid enough to think one side or the other, or any side for that matter, holds the monopoly.  So the issues in Georgia does seem to suggest there are things wrong with the current election system.  Any attempts to stop looking into it will only fuel the fire of suspicion.  And if the GOP is pulling the levers behind the scenes, it deserves what it gets if it gets caught.

Likewise, I'm not dumb enough to have forgotten the fact that whenever Democrats lose or are struggling, we suddenly learn how wretched, corrupt, evil and unfair is our democracy and electoral processes.  I remember in 2004 when Ohio tipped the scale for Bush.  For the next year or two, we had endless stories here about the latest Democratic led investigation to see where the real evil corruption was hiding.  Of course they must have found it since in 2008 nobody mentioned anything about our corrupt election system.

It's also worth noting that I'm seeing the Democrat candidate's little Freudian slip about wanting a good process to invigorate the 'documented and undocumented' as what it is.  Who are we fooling?  The Democrats tell immigrants coming in that they have their backs, no questions - just vote Democrat.  You'd be a veritable jackass to not admit that.

So that's politics.  That's why politics is like jousting: watch it from a distance, because if you get too close, your soul could get hurt.

Faithful Catholics respond to the witches cursing Brett Kavanaugh

Here.  Masses to be said and prayers to be offered on October 20th, the day that radical feminists witches will gather to cast hexes upon Kavanaugh in the hopes that he suffers.  Was a time when Christians across the board would respond with outrage and solidarity against such demonic evil.

As it is, the response from New Prolife Christians as well as post-Evangelical Protestants has so far been:

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But then, most of those either avoided coming to Kavanaugh's aid, lest the forces of progress be offended, or openly joined the lynch mob.  It makes you wonder if they even believe in such silly old notions of the power of darkness and demonic evil as anything other than a club to wield while defending progressive narratives.

It looks like Peter Jackson has done a wonderful thing

He has produced a film that colorizing old footage from the First World War.  In addition, he has slowed it down.  That is, if you've seen film footage from the early 20th Century, you'll notice it is always fast, as if it's been sped up.  That's because of the development of technology in moving pictures from when it was filmed to later playback.  He has fixed that, and added realistic color so that we can see the veterans and the action as it would have looked to the real people.

Sometimes it's difficult to look at old black and white and remember that the world was as much color for them as color for us.  This could help bring back some of the humanity for that forgotten, but all important, period in our modern history.  This is the 100th anniversary of the war, and has received scant little media or popular coverage.  As we approach the 100th anniversary of when the guns fell silent, perhaps this will instill a little curiosity on the part of moderns to look back and remember, and learn, from that period in history.

Wednesday, October 17, 2018

The emergent Left is evil

It is to liberalism what the neo-Nazis and white supremacists are to conservatism.  It peddles in racism, sexism, bigotry; spews hatred and contempt; it apologizes for evil, assaults and violence; and does so in order to prop up a political revolution that promises unending slaughter and death for debauchery and narcissism in return for a police state tyranny.

Which leads us to Stephen Colbert, the emergent Left's most prominent mouthpiece.  Faithful Catholic that he is, he never fails to be outside of even the most partisan news organizations when it comes to jockeying for the emergent Left.  When almost all pundits and news anchors were lamenting the suffering of both Dr. Ford's and Brett Kavanaugh's families, Colbert openly mocked Kavanaugh's supposed outrage, utterly ignoring any impact the circus had on his wife and children.

Now, as conservatives are mobbed and intimidated and even attacked for merely stepping outside their home or eating at a restaurant, Colbert makes sure he does his part to minimize the problem and mock those who might be the next targets of some crazed leftist zealot.  If any are hurt or, worse, killed by such extremist violence, their blood is on the hands of the likes of Colbert.  It's a standard that has been applied to conservatives, so it has to be true for him.

Dear Deacon Greydanus

Only if you focus a like amount on the American Indians who are as upset, if not more, over Warren's apparent desire to exploit minority status for political gain.  Otherwise, the 'Who cares about truth or morals, but Trump!' dodge just won't cut it.

That's one victory for America

One defeat for the Left (which, at this point, should be recognized as being the antithesis of America, Christianity, common sense or basic decency and honesty).   A former fire chief who was fired for publishing an unclean book that failed to affirm the Leftist gospel has been awarded 1.2 million in damages.  Good.  Let that be a lesson to those who would abolish the Bill of Rights, the Constitution, the Ten Commandments, the Sermon on the Mount and everything that merged to bring us a nation striving for freedom, democracy, equality and basic human rights. 

The problem with Elizabeth Warren

Is that she has tried to capitalize on something that isn't true in any normal understanding of the idea of being Native American. 

I have it on good authority from various individuals I've linked up with that the usual Catholic culprits are rushing to her defense.  From 'but Trump!' to 'she was, like all liberals, a beautiful person who no doubt was misinformed by family', the attempt is to downplay the obvious.  As always with devotees of the Political Left, those Native Americans who are offended suddenly become unpeople whose sensitivities no longer matter.

The fact is, my wife and her sister are able to legally claim American Indian descent.  They have far more DNA than Warren, and could, if they chose, make the claim.  They simply never did because they didn't 'live the culture.'  Sure, in terms of DNA they are Native American.  But there was nothing else, nothing cultural to say they were.  Their upbringing was as basic American as apple pie and baseball.  Therefore they never thought it proper to drop 'NA' on an application since it would only be true in the most technical sense.

But they could have claimed it. Now, to make that claim in any official capacity requires more than a spit and handshake.  If you wish to make the claim, there is actually some effort involved in demonstrating that you can make the claim.  The idea that you could get into Harvard because you said 'Mommy says I'm Indian' is laughable.  It's also laughable to imagine that her saying so wasn't meant to try to hedge the bet, whether it did or not. 

But the Political Left is a heresy wrapped in blasphemy promising debauchery and delivering tyranny.  Defending it demands bold face lies and appeals to unparalleled idiocy.  Warren tried to float on a fact that simply wasn't there, and got caught.  In the end, it isn't much of a story.  It's been made a story by no other reason than her dogged defense of the claim. 

Those Christians who are defending dishonesty or exploitation of minority status in order to aid the Left, as usual, show themselves for the hypocrites and political thralls that they are.  They give lie to the idea that they really think lying is a serious sin, and they once more show that they will defend the party of abortion no matter what the cost.

And now the long awaited pictures from last weekend!

They start with our excursion down to the increasingly unrecognizable Ohio State University main campus.  The following weekend, with our dog in a happy dog place and my Mom with my sister, we took the first day through 18th century reenactments and Amish country, followed by a massive Amish style meal (right before my annual physical!). The next day was the Ohio Renaissance Festival.  It was touch and go with the weather, but the afternoon rain held off until the last hour and a half or so.  By then, we caught everything we wanted.  Didn't do as much this year, since we had to wait a little (from earlier rain) and left early (due to later rain).  Fun is fun, but common sense does necessitate coming in out of the rain.  But it was fun nonetheless, as it always is when the boys all come back together.  Our youngest loves it, and as always with the family, it's the finest times.

Speaking of common sense. What used to be tranquil Mirror Lake until someone died during a recent tradition of getting drunk and diving into two feet of water.  So naturally it was decided that the legendary landmark must go.

FWIW, Mirror Lake as it used to be, one of the most beautiful locations on any university list

At least we could see everything.  The BDBITL finishing the pregame anthem

Our eighteen year old, courtesy of his older brother, bouncing back
from the school of hard knocks - not a bad place to study

On the Erie canal boat ride.  Everyone liked it more than I imagined they would

The horses that pull the canal boat.  Beautiful creatures, and I'm no horse person

Our oldest and youngest, in some ways the closest of the four

As if he had something to hide

It's nice seeing that wide-eyed fascination that can only come from a child

I tried to interpret his facial expression, but couldn't quite pin it down

Our oldest stepping back into time, and looking for peanut butter fudge freshly made

Look at all that Amish Country!  From the terrace near an Amish style chain restaurant
I call McAmish (but most filling and very tasty)

Next day at the Renaissance Festival, our youngest ready to go

Twas a cool, grey, cloudy Fall day - perfect for a Renaissance Festival IMHO

The glass house.  I'm always amazed at how so many, young and old, love to see old craftsmanship,
even in our tech savvy day and age

Our oldest is usually the marksman, but the bullseye belonged to our second oldest this time

His form looks better than the results

Here he tries his hand with a lance (it was heavier than you might think)

Our youngest needed a little help from one of the competing jousters 

Our oldest and youngest again; this could almost be a pic for an album cover

The only one in our family who would (or could) buy an outfit to fit in with the crowds.
It actually could look cool in an everyday gathering. 

Of course he would be the first to ride a warhorse

Never to be outdone by his older brother...

He splurged for an actual sword - his last fling before getting back onto the employment saddle

In the full getup; a little more Spaghetti Western than Fantasy Renaissance perhaps, but he makes it look good (that's what comes from being tall and thin)

It's actual jousting, and people can get hurt 

The Swordsmen!  Bold and Stupid Men!  An anchor for the festival for decades

Yes, they're getting old, and my boys noticed that the two pointed out several times
that they have been doing this for 29 years (could next year, the big 30, be the last?)

Our youngest sporting his own appropriate weaponry from the day, as my wrapped up better half looks on

It took me to get them out of the maze

The sort of thing that melts any Dad's heart; he's why we all still do these things, and he makes it worth every second

The boys, off to find whatever mischief they can find

A fall sky wrapping up a fall weekend on a very fall day

Nosebleed seats can afford certain benefits.  Perhaps symbolic, as one son pointed out

Tuesday, October 16, 2018

Bwa ha ha ha ha!

CNN goes to bat for the Democratic Party

Which is not news.  What is news is the almost hilarious level of 'Donald Trump will destroy the world and we'll all die!' level of panic in the 'focus group.'

Including one who was willing to cut Trump some slack in 2016.  Ostensibly they're all Trump voters who have seen the light, and realize that we are minutes away from gas chambers and nuclear annihilation.  It's the over-the-top 'he's the doom of humanity' that we've heard for two years.  Its irony when set in juxtaposition to CNN's willingness to support then end to due process and presumption of innocence based on race, gender and political affiliation, makes it even more hilarious. What fool would actually believe any of this?

Wikipedia founder Jimmy Wales blasts Donald Trump's lies

I'll let the irony of that sink in.  The founder of Wikipedia, the existence of which is at the vanguard of the post-Truth era, has little room to speak. Wikipedia, whose very name is synonymous with bias, error and falsehoods, is the last place from which criticisms of Trump can be launched.  In fact, it's the popularity of this 'we're so tired of worrying about facts' resource that allowed many who voted for Trump to hold their noses to his myriad false statements.  If they were forced to live in a wikiworld sans truth, then they were at least going to get the inaccuracies and falsehoods to work for them.

Bonus: A little piece I penned a few years ago about the danger in trusting Wikipedia.  And seasonal, too.

Requiem for Sears and Roebuck

Rod Dreher has a nice, thoughtful piece musing on the twilight of this most American of all departments stores.  My Dad was a die hard DieHard man, and there was no option but Crafstman tools in his garage workstation.  Sears was where we went to shop, and during the Christmas season I loved to peruse the makeshift toy section that seemed more impressive before Toys R' Us became the norm.

I reflected here on that greatest of all moments of the year when the annual Christmas Catalogs arrived (from places including, but not limited to, Sears).  Next to hearing commercials for TimeLife's Christmas Song compilation (always advertised about two to three months early for obvious reasons*), the arrival of the Wishbooks was an annual cultural event.

Of course not all was peaches and Rockwell.  Sears was about money.  And it was one of many retailers that, at the time, proudly announced its willingness to shaft its employees by wrenching them from their families on Thanksgiving so Sears could increase its bottom line by an extra percentage point or two. 

In a 'history is poetic' sort of way, both Sears and Toys R' Us did the same thing, and both now have gone the way of the butter churn.  Or at least had to file for bankruptcy.  I guess that goes to show you.  I saw a news story where several major chains have actually decided to walk back on that, openly announcing they will close on Thanksgiving for the sake of their families.  If only Sears had held out, I might have more sympathy and nostalgia than I do.

*That would be the requisite 4-6 Weeks delivery time.

A full, rich week

One of the things about being a parent is that it's bittersweet.  At the end of the day, it's your job to take the people you love more than anyone else in the world, and prepare them to leave you.  With each passing year, they change.  The tiny infants you cradled, the toddlers you celebrated, the children you played with, all fade away and are replaced by a new stage of development; a new form of them so to speak.  As I look at my grown sons, I realize that, in some ways, they as infant or toddler are as gone from our life as if they had been kidnapped by gypsies.

And yet, they're still here.  They're doing what they should be doing, and that's moving on.  The older two are in college, while our youngest is looking for full time work to pay for his schooling, while waiting a year or two as he accumulates funds.  That is for avoiding going into debt and being able to pay their way through school.

Meanwhile our youngest is still homeschooled.  Though it's difficult to do, especially as my Mom needs constant 24/7 supervision, we've opted to continue given the hot mess that has become our public education system.  As his brothers have moved on, it's been tough on him.  The flip side of them having worked hard to include him in their reindeer games has been a certain withdrawal as each one moves on in life, leaving him behind.

To balance that, they all try to get back together at least one day or weekend a month and do things with him like we always did as a family when they were growing up. At different times, different ones are available for one on one fun or time together with him.  But they do try to set aside a together moment to help him still be part of their brotherhood, which is no easy task.  This October we may actually get a couple days, given how things worked out.

So over the last week, we had our annual 'full, rich week' that tend to happen around October.  As I've said before, Fall is to us what springtime is supposed to be: that time in which we come alive.  In ages past, we did much more and went more places throughout the fall.  Now, we do things with our youngest, but probably a little less than we did.  Nonetheless, this last week was planned ahead for something fun and centered on him.  My sister took my Mom to take care of her for this last weekend, and we made plans accordingly.

It all started a week ago, with tickets to the Ohio State v. Indiana game. My second son was slated to go with me this year.  This will likely continue as long as they're anywhere nearby, me going with them in turns.  As an alumnus, we get a chance to get a pair of tickets each year.  Given that universities are largely about making money, those who are alumni who don't give large amounts end up in the nosebleed seats.

Anyway, he switched with my third son because our soon to be police officer took quite a hit.  He had taken a job at a large, regional distribution center that's nearby.  It's a notoriously tough job with a colossal turnover rate (some say around 98%).  Nonetheless, it would pay very well, and he felt the money accumulated could get him to school faster.  So he took it, being the only 18 year old in the entire area in which he worked.  And he was there for six weeks before being let go. 

Why was he let go?  Because they told him, based on safety and security, to always report any incident, no matter how small.  Turns out he scraped a pallet against a pillar in the middle of the warehouse.  He didn't think it was a big deal.  He discovered it was.  I consoled him, and told him I was proud of him for being willing to work hard and try for the most he could, but also told him next time when someone says 'report anything', he'll know they mean 'anything', no matter how trivial.  So to help him get over things, my second boy switched with him and he came with me to the game.

The rest of the week was usual, with everyone going their way.  But then came the weekend and it was off on our mid-Ohio excursion.  After a slow start, we left on Saturday to drive through Amish Country, and stop by a town called Coshocton, where a 19th Century village is there, complete with shops, living history and canal boat rides (in which we indulged).

The next day we did an unusual thing, but given work schedules, it was our only hope.  We took our youngest back to the Ohio Renaissance Festival on a Sunday. We first went there when our eighteen year old was only a few months old.  We've gone back a few times over the years.  My boys decided they wanted to see The Swordsmen before they retire (likely coming soon), and just spend time with their youngest they way they used to hang out when we went all those years ago.

So all in all, a great time.  Pictures to come soon - as soon as I sort through them for optimum bragging and memories.  But that's been our focus, rather than the madness and crazy that we're seeing in the world.  It makes you wonder, in ages past, what the average schmuck was doing when all of the big events happened.  What was the Bavarian clock maker doing when the Nazis took over?  What was the young newlywed couple doing in the Russian countryside when the Bolsheviks took over?  Were they just going about their business?  Yeah.  Probably.

One book I like to peruse in October owing to the anniversary of the Battle of Hastings is David Horwarth's 1066: The Year of Conquest.  He does a wonderful job laying out the day-to-day living that Saxon English were engaged in on the first of January that year.  He then contrasts it with the fact that, by the end of the year, they were a subject people, their king dead, their armies broken, and now watching their lands ravaged by an invader and conqueror.

I wonder what people will think of years from now when they look back at this time.  Will they know that when we stood on the twilight of our own civilization, an Ohio family took time to indulge in the simple things?  Eh.  Anyway, will post pictures soon.

Bad news for the Democratic party

Much to the consternation of the Democrats, Hillary Clinton is out on tour promoting herself.  To that end, she holds that ol'Bill didn't do much more than commit a few indiscretions, and no need to consider the Leader of the Free World as a sexual assaulter when visiting his libido upon a young adult intern.

Given the recent 'all men are guilty' narratives of the #MeToo era and its attempt to destroy Kavanaugh, this presents a certain dilemma.  So the BBC steps in and tries to sift through the various ways in which the best spin can be put on this without hurting the already damaged brand.

Liberalism's 'here today, gone later today' approach to morals and ethics, while popular among leftist and millennial trolls at Patheos, seems to be wearing thin.  A growing number of people, at least by my hunch, seem to be figuring out that you can't have a society based on 'morality whenever convenient.'  It's been a staple for the Left for decades, but seems to be hitting a few bumps.  Whether the Left can recoup or not will remain to be seen.