Plus Ça Change…

I’ve just finished re-reading Barbara Tuchman’s The Proud Tower — which, if you haven’t read yet, I urge you to do so — and despite the fact that Tuchman was a tired old Lefty, she still was of an era where historians relied on facts, uncomfortable though they may be.  Unlike today’s crop of Newspeak toads, for whom the old adage “If the facts don’t conform with the theory, they must be eliminated” is carved into their stony little hearts.

Here’s one such fact, and it’s a quote of then-Speaker of the House Thomas B. Reed (R-Maine), who said of the Progressives of his era:

It was true of Progressives back then, and it’s still more true of their philosophical descendants of today, whether politicians, Greens or the Gender Studies Brigade [some considerable overlap].

Seriously:  think of Guam “tipping over”, the “trillion-dollar coin”, “defunding the police”, “anthropomorphic climate change”, “ESG”, “patriarchal hegemony”, “DEI”, “Green New Deal” and all the other modernist, oh-so fashionable tropes and tell me that these “philosophies” (actually more like religions because they rely on belief rather than substance) are not doing today exactly what Reed ascribed to the mountebanks of his era.

Actually, today’s “progressive” tropes are even more antithetical to knowledge than before, because they insist on ignoring or worse, destroying the fundamentals of civilization’s accrued wisdom — because it’s obvious that it’s only without that wisdom that their policies can survive the first question or challenge.

Even worse, when the time comes to write the history of their many failures, the historians, being of the same tribe, will almost certainly lie and ascribe the causes thereof to “fascists”, “counterrevolutionaries” (an old Marxist standby), “revanchists”, “Trumpists” or whatever their fevered little imaginations can devise — anything other than admit to the inherent fallacies of their policies and the crashing, grinding failures and concomitant miseries caused thereby.

Even Tuchman would weep.


[stupidity erased because embarrassing]

Blockade?

I hadn’t heard of this one before:

Gov. Greg Abbott (R-TX) has approved a plan to disrupt Rio Grande crossings from Mexico to his state by illegal immigrants.  His plan is to use a 1,000-foot “marine floating barrier” to visibly block key sections of the river most immigrants have to cross to enter the United States illegally.

The Center for Immigration Studies said the system is made up of large floating balls that spin to keep people from getting on. And while good swimmers can dive under them, “the whole design is to block the thousands, not the one” who can swim under, a state official told CIS.  What’s more, the state is also considering hanging “webbing” under the water barrier to make it hard to dive past.

Okay… I’ll be curious to see if this works.

It’s probably cheaper and simpler to implement than my plan involving a few thousand Nile crocodiles, anyway.  Or landmines on the opposite bank.

Targeted Action

…so to speak.  Tribe Reader Brad sends me this little example of governmental initiative:

LOS ANGELES — The largest city in California took a step closer to establishing an Office of Unarmed Response to develop alternative responses to some emergency calls, KNBC reports. 

Los Angeles City Council approved a motion Tuesday that has the framework of what the Office of Unarmed Response will look like. The framework outlines the scope of funding, staffing, work and determining primary objectives.

The motion required the chief administrative officer to create a program within 120 days for performance management and evaluation of the city’s Unarmed Model of Crisis Response Pilot. The data collected from this study will be utilized to inform the development of the Office of Unarmed Response.

The council also directed the Los Angeles Police Department to provide a report within 90 days, listing the 911 calls that can be appropriately redirected to alternative response models instead of involving armed police officers.

Now before we all start falling about with laughter, let’s consider this one seriously for a moment.

As much as I’m a supporter of the “Kill ’em all, let God figure it out”  school of law enforcement, I will allow that some situations absolutely do not require an armed cop on the scene.  A good example of this is when the Heavy Boot Of Officialdom is applied to the neck of, say, a child running an unlicensed lemonade stand on the public street, someone littering in a park, or someone playing loud music in their apartment, or “domestic disturbances” — you know, when a man and a woman can no longer deal with each other’s shit and start yelling and screaming.

Likewise, someone breaking the speed limit or driving without current vehicle registration does definitely not require an armed cop to enforce what are, after all, simple misdemeanors.

What all the above situations require is a cool head, a counselor if you will, to speak kindly to the miscreants and persuade them of the folly of their ways.

I see nothing but satisfactory outcomes.

And I think the City of Angels is the perfect laboratory in which to test this laudable initiative.

Monday Funnies

And off we go, trying to alleviate the horror…

And speaking of Eve and her descendants:

Little strong?  Okay, maybe something still old-fashioned, but a little less Biblical…

 

And away you go, into the rest of the week.

Classic Beauty: Mary Astor

One hundred and nine movies, forty-five years in show business:  that would be Mary Astor, who started in silent movies, almost never made it to talkies (because of her deep, “masculine” voice), and was an accomplished classical pianist.  She also loved men, and her private (and very explicit) diary nearly caused an explosion in Hollywood when it came to light.

But none of that’s important.  This is:

And then later with the ugly hairstyles of the era, but still exquisitely beautiful:

No wonder they all fell for her.

Bygone Broads 6

The latest in this series features the Ferrari F110 Testarossa:

…and one of their likely accompaniments on the wall, the All-American Cheryl Tiegs:

And of course:

Little skinny for my taste, but millions of teenage boys working their bedtime pup-tents would probably disagree with me.