The Miracle After The Flood

Catskill MT FloodIn England people in the north and in the U.S. people in the South are experiencing horrific floods. But from experience I have to tell you that water is not the biggest trial they’ll face.  Some years ago the Catskill Mountain region in New York suffered a similar inundation in the aftermath of a hurricane.  Dozens and dozens of houses were swept off, one entire town obliterated, a week later the Sheriff’s Department was still looking for a big steel girdered bridge and never found it and people were without services for weeks.  But as soon as the worst was over the government flew in dozens and dozens of neatly dressed (and very dry) inspectors who set up in the few hotel rooms available in spots with power, rented hundreds of cars and Catkill MT FLood3pick-up trucks and took off across the region demanding that our tough but exhausted local road crews and our rugged entirely volunteer and unpaid local fire departments as well as local police agencies and rescue squads attest under penalty of the law that they only used approved health and safety methods to rescue people or open the Catskill MT Flood2roads.  Requirements which included federally approved eye and ear protection when operating chain saws or certifying that workers had first completed mandatory sensitivity training courses so the rights of minorities were respected.  Meanwhile despite the fact that not one of their people had as much as dragged a tree branch off a highway or helped feed a child at a shelter the Feds held one press conference after another bragging how they had “partnered” with local authorities to restore the area.  In retrospect it’s amazing that none of their people were thrown into the still swollen mountain rivers.

And that’s the miracle after the flood.

Conned And Embarrassed

On Monday 12/28/2015 American Thinker ran a blog piece by me entitled The Same Face.   An anti-abortion work which recounted my emotional response to seeing a picture of a baby’s who had survived an abortion and would now be killed by refusing Baby They Will Not Resusitateresuscitation.  Something which happens in this world.  But I was shocked at how closely the face of that baby resembled my granddaughter’s at birth, showed both photographs and ruminated about the far different fate of the two infants.  All well and good however as alert readers pointed out the picture of the first nameless baby was actually that of a premature baby being saved by medical intervention.  Very well named and very well loved by her parents thank you.

Now I’m a never-complain-never-explain guy, an ex-Marine, ex-Police Chief and father of six but I feel it necessary to put it in plain words to readers, including the one or two fans I have out there, what happened.  I was a chump, got conned and can only assure them that I will do back-flips in the future in order to assure that it doesn’t happen again.   But do amply deserve whatever disapprobation anybody wants to throw my way.

Meanwhile I had copied the photo from a legitimate right-to-live website at who had pulled it from another (Live Action) where it purportedly was viewed some 7,000,000 times.  So it’s been misrepresented all over the Web not just to me and I have to say doing things like this does not help the Right-To-Life cause one bit.  Quite the contrary.

Mea culpa, mea maxima culpa.



Jean Paul Satre

satreMy favorite example of that delightful Leftist duality (ignorance and arrogance) is the Nazi pet Leftist Frenchman playwrite Jean Paul Satre.  The man was a principal proponent of the very, very popular post-WW II philosophy called Existentialism who admitted he didn’t even understand what it was and when awarded the 1964 Nobel Prize for literature publicly refused it in the name of the same philosophy he didn’t understand while secretly asking for the prize money.




The Gay vs. Smart Gene

So that we can all agree that Gays are fashioned the way they are by nature and not really mentally ill every effort to prove there is a “Gay Gene” is lauded and applauded.  But if you try to find the “Smart Gene” which will explain IQ differences between races, you’re labeled an antediluvian, bigoted, Nazi pig.

Maybe we should find the “Truth Gene” and add that to the drinking water first?  Or maybe “let the chips fall where they may Gene?”

Guest Christmas Greetings From debbywitt

By debbywitt National Review December 24, 2015 8:08 AM

Please accept with no obligation, implied or explicit, my best wishes for an environmentally conscious, socially responsible, low-stress, non-addictive, gender-neutral celebration of the winter solstice holiday, practiced within the most enjoyable traditions of the religious persuasion of your choice, or secular practices of your choice, with respect for the religious/secular persuasion and/or traditions of others, or their choice not to practice religious or secular traditions at all. I also wish you a fiscally successful, personally fulfilling and medically uncomplicated recognition of the onset of the generally accepted calendar year 2016, but not without due respect for the calendars of choice of other cultures whose contributions to society have helped make America great. Not to imply that America is necessarily greater than any other country nor the only America in the Western Hemisphere. Also, this wish is made without regard to the race, creed, color, age, physical ability, religious faith or sexual preference of the wishee.

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Does The Republican Party Offer Any Hope Of A Change In The Progressive Direction Of The Nation?

No. The Republican establishment (by and large) is anything but Conservative except when it comes formulating phony policy positions in order to get elected. They believe, like the Democrats, in an intrusive government, just a better groomed version. Which means that such a “revolution” as is often described will be stillborn. In evidence I offer the fact that not one Republican controlled state government has defunded or abolished their extreme left-wing university’s tenure or proliferation of “progressive” courses, ditto for K-12. Nor have they moved against the extreme left-wing taxpayer funded mental health establishment, welfare establishment, curbed the absurd explosion of damaging zoning laws, tree commissions amd ridiculous environmental regulation at the local government level, dug out the Democrat endemic voter fraud in their big cities, squashed taxpayer funded pro-gay propaganda – a list which goes on and on. Are they occasionally on the side of the angels – yes, do they throw up the occasional great local leader like Scott Walker – yes, but over all the Republican party does not provide fertile soil for any “revolution” as much as they do steady harvest of Paul Ryans, John Kasichs and Jeb Bushs.

Brown Bess, Oriskany And Militia

Reading about the Revolutionary War I always puzzled over the Continental Army’s affection for the Brown Bess musket. Indeed a number of rifle regiments petitioned to be turned into musket regiments.  But I finally payed attention to the numbers.  It fired a .75 Cal ball 458 yards and at 250 yards still had a velocity of 500 FPS which is close to the 1911A1’s 600 FPS muzzle velocity. So I guess I wouldn’t want to be hit by one of them.  But the reason for the affection was that it was a lot faster to load than the rifles.  Not accurate but okay when you were firing at formations of Britishers and okay at slugfests like Oriskany where you typically shot your opponent at ten to thirty yards in a thick forest.

Interesting point about Oriskany is that it had more casualties than any American battle until Shiloh in numbers and has rarely been equaled in any battle in percentages (80% killed or wounded), on the American side it was fought entirely by militia and surprisingly to the British they would not run after the first volleys. This was because American militia lines dissolved in the forest and everybody regrouped themselves with their family and neighbors and so when one of them was hit, the others refused to leave him.

Still as General Philip Schuyler said of General Herkimer and Oriskany “that Dutchman got the shit shot out of himself.”


It’s easy and I suppose natural to be swept up in the stirring reaches of history, the epic of the saints or the amazing feats of yesteryear. But we shouldn’t allow that to obscure tasks undertaken which are every bit as inspiring.  Maybe more.  Right next door.

Susanne Summer 2015

Susanne Summer 2015

Or eight tenths of a mile south on Main Street. In my daughter Susanne’s house where she, her wonderful loving husband David and their three beautiful children have been caring, for seventeen months, for my wife’s sister.  Their Aunt Eileen.  A woman who never forgot Susanne’s birthday or any birthday, Christmas, First Communion, Confirmation, graduation, marriage of her or her five brothers.  Then later all those same events in the lives of Susanne’s children.  Indeed who insisted upon hosting those same children, and their friends, any of their friends, at her retirement home in the Adirondacks for vacations for as long as they would stay.

But then in the words of the famous gospel song:

Some glad morning when this life is o’er, I’ll fly away. To that home on God’s celestial shore, I’ll fly away.

And Eileen began that journey by contracting a horrible disease two years ago. And it followed that as her health faltered and in honor of her life my daughter took her into her tender arms and put her down in the front sunny room of her home.  There for the next year and some Susanne and David fought like Trojans on the wall of their city trying to save her.  Innumerable trips to therapy and testing, to second opinion thirds opinions and fourth.  They fed her, washed her, made certain she could lay in bed and watch the baseball and football games which were her one vice.  Above all they made certain that when the day came when she would leave them, if it did, she would fly away to that new home at home surrounded by her loving family, physically comfortable and comforted.

An effort which made it possible for my very busy wife her sister to visit daily, bring her little things, reassure her about her pets, pray with her indeed as the two of them did the night before passed – reciting The Chaplet Of Divine Mercy together in that peaceful and caring home of Susanne and David on Main Street in the Hamlet of Stone Ridge New York.   A prayer which concludes:

Eternal God, in whom mercy is endless and the treasury of compassion — inexhaustible, look kindly upon us and increase Your mercy in us, that in difficult moments we might not despair nor become despondent, but with great confidence submit ourselves to Your holy will…

I founder in awe before the two people who made that final prayer of those two sisters possible. I love them so much and I know God is in them, well pleased.

Which also means that if there is any eulogy for Eileen, their Aunt Eileen, which means anything lasting, it is that she had such a big part in raising people like them up.

Breaking The Land

Here is a photo of an American logger taken early in the last century.  In this one shot  we see the complete story of the determination and sheer physical strength it took to break this continent and make it livable. No medical insurance, no social security, no subsidized college loans, no food stamps, mental health services, just the man and the land.

Breaking The Land And Making It Livable - American Logger


Words Of Wisdom

A note to my granddaughter:  Grandma makes great Baked Macaroni (Mac & Cheese) but remember that any Baked Macaroni can always be improved by frying it in butter late at night.  Frying left over spaghetti in olive oil is another great snack as well, but not as tasty as fried Baked Macaroni.