Happy Fireworks Day


Posted April 24th, 2012

         HAPPY FIREWORKS DAY

by Gary North

July 4, 2002

     The best way to destroy the public’s memory of an
important event is to make it into an American national

holiday.

     Every Christmas, Americans celebrate the arrival of a bearded, red-suited Communist who looks suspiciously like Karl Marx, and who gives presents to everyone, irrespective of race, color, creed, or national origin.  Parents tell their children that only good little boys and girls are so rewarded, but the kids catch on fast: they’re going to get some of the loot, no matter what.  Also, they never think that their share of the booty is fair.  This prepares them to be voters.

 

     Then there is Easter, the celebration of a rabbit who,
for some unexplained reason, hides colored hard-boiled
chicken eggs in everyone’s back yard and on the White

House’s lawn. 

     On New Year’s Day, people recover from hangovers by watching the Rose Parade, a TV show so excruciatingly boring that it looks as though it was produced by PBS with a major government grant.  (Note: it was to comment on the Rose Parade that national TV networks first brought in women to serve as “colorful” co-anchors, something for which the original producers will answer for on judgment day.)  Later in the day, tens of millions of men watch college football bowl games, most of which settle nothing, but one of which unofficially determines which major team was the best during the season — an exclusively past-oriented celebration for the new year.

 

     On Thanksgiving Day, only those people give thanks
whose favorite college football team wins the annual Big
Game with the school’s major rival. 

 

     On Presidents Day, we celebrate the birth of two men with two things in common: they were born in February, and they were twice elected President.  Because we combine their birthdays, we learn nothing about either of them.

     On Labor Day, nobody works.

 

     On Memorial Day, nobody remembers World War I.

 

     Because there has been insufficient time to transform
the holiday into something else, Martin Luther King Day
still officially honors the birth of Michael King (aka
Martin Luther King, Jr.).  About 80% of Americans do their best to forget, and 10% — immigrants — never knew.

 

     This brings me to the Fourth of July.  There are no
Fourth of July parades on TV, or anywhere else, as far as I know.  I cannot remember any in my youth.

 

     We have all heard the phrase, “a Fourth of July
oration.”  Maybe in my parents’ day, or my grandparents’
day, but not in mine.  I do not recall ever hearing a
single patriotic speech on the Fourth of July.

 

     On July Fourth, we set off fireworks.  But fireworks
have nothing to do with the great event of the Fourth of
July.  Fireworks are associated with the national anthem,
which was composed for British War II (1812), not British War I.

 

     Public fireworks are almost always funded by tax
money, since there is no way to keep non-paying viewers
from watching.  But as government expenditures go,
fireworks should be the model for all government
expenditures: only once a year, no full-time employees,
funded locally, benefits are not means-tested, access is
first come-first served, no politician gets any credit, no
mailing lists are involved, and Congress always shuts down during the show.


MOVIES


     Americans get most of their knowledge of history from movies. 

 

     Think of the movies about the American Revolution that were made in Hollywood’s golden era.  There was. . . . 

     I can’t think of any. 

     There were a few swashbucklers that were set in the
late eighteenth century, but none of them is about
defending the traditional rights of Englishmen. 

 

     I don’t count “Johnny Tremain,” a 1957 Disney film
based on Catherine Drinker Bowen’s novel.  It was Hal
Stalmaster’s first and last movie.  He later decided —
wisely, I think — that he could make more money as an
actors’ agent than as an actor, especially since his
brother owns one of Hollywood’s major casting agencies.
The movie isn’t bad, but ultimately it was a “Luana Patten, almost grown up” movie, which did not bode well for it.  (Miss Patten was Disney’s late 1940’s version of Shirley Temple, except that she couldn’t dance or sing.)


     Of course, there is “The Patriot.”  It doesn’t deal
with ideology.  It’s initially the story of a politically
uninvolved man who is trying to save his son from a
murderous Redcoat.  A similar theme governs “Revolution,” with Al Pacino.  It is about a man who wanted no part of the war, but whose son gets persuaded to sign up, so he signs up to protect his son.  His patriotism grows out of the war experience.  It does not precede it.
    
     “The Last of the Mohicans” is about Mohicans.  Its

soundtrack is more memorable than its script.

     There are more movies about Wyatt Earp than about
Thomas Jefferson or George Washington.

 

     Let’s face it: movies about people who write with
quills don’t make a lot of money.  This is why there are
not many French Revolution movies, either. 


THE WORLD WE HAVE LOST

     For most Americans, the story of the American Revolution is more like a series of museum displays with toy soldiers than a series of events that grab our collective imagination.  Other than George Washington, the most famous general of the American Revolution is Benedict Arnold.  In third place is Gentleman Johnny Burgoyne.  He was a Brit, and he is famous only because of “Gentleman.” 

 

     In my library are boxes of microcards.  Each card
contains tiny images of up to 200 pages.  On these cards is every document published in the United States from 1639 to 1811.  Yet I rarely consult those cards.  I have shelves of books on the American Revolution.  I rarely pull one of them down and read it.  I read McCullough’s “John Adams,” but so did a million other people — or at least they bought the book.  Thirty years ago, I earned a Ph.D. with a specialty in colonial American history, although my sub-specialty was New England, 1630-1720, not the American Revolution.  But even for me, the events and the issues of 1776 have faded.  Think of the average American high school graduate, whose history class spent two weeks on the American Revolution two decades ago. 


     There was a slogan: “No taxation without representation.”  How did that slogan turn out?  In 1776, there was no income tax.  So, we got our representation, but taxes today are at 40% of our income.  Washington extracts 25% of the nation’s output.  In 1776, taxes imposed by the British were in the range of 1% in the
North, and possibly 3% in the South.  I’m ready to make a deal: I’ll give up being represented in Washington, but I’ll get to keep 74% of my income.   I’ll work out something else with state and local politicians.  Just get Washington out of my pocket.

 

     Jefferson put these words into the Declaration of
Independence:

     He has erected a multitude of New Offices, and

     sent hither swarms of Officers to harrass our
     people, and eat out their substance.

 

He had no idea.  Not counting troops, who were here to defend the Western territory from the French after 1763, the number of British officials was probably well under a thousand.  They resided mainly in port cities, where they collected customs (import taxes): Boston, New York, Philadelphia, and Charleston.  The average American had never met a British official in 1776.

 

     By any modern standard, in any nation, what Jefferson wrote in the Declaration to prove the tyranny of King George III would be regarded by voters today as a libertarian revolution beyond the dreams of any elected politician, including Ron Paul.  Voters would
unquestionably destroy the political career of anyone who would call for the restoration of King George’s tyranny, which voters would see as the destruction of their economic security, which they believe is provided only by politicians and each other’s tax money.

 

     I have therefore revised the Declaration of Independence, in order to make it conform to the prevailing American view of liberty and justice for all.  You may read my revision here:


     This is why the documents of the American Revolution make no sense to us.  We read the words and marvel at the  courage of those who risked their lives, fortunes and sacred honor by signing the Declaration.  But we cannot really understand why they did it.  We live under a self-imposed tyranny so vast, so all-encompassing by the standards of 18th-century British politics, that we cannot imagine risking everything we own in order to throw off the level of government interference suffered by the average American businessman in 1776, let alone the average farmer.

 

     If we could start politically where the Continental
Congress started in 1775, we would call home the members of
that Congress.  We would regard as crazy anyone who was
willing to risk a war of secession for the sake of throwing
off an import tax system that imposed a 1% burden on our
income. 

 

     The Declaration of Independence points a finger at us,
and shouts from the grave on behalf of the 56 signers:
“What have you done?  What have you surrendered in our
name?  What, in the name of Nature and Nature’s God, do you
people think liberty is all about?” 

 

     We have no clue.  American voters surrender more
liberty in one session of Congress than the colonists
surrendered to the British crown/Parliament from 1700 to
1776.

     We do not read the documents of the American

Revolution.  They make us uneasy and even guilty when we
understand them, and most of the time, we do not understand them.  They use language that is above us.  The common discourse of American politics in 1776 was beyond what most university faculty members are capable of understanding.

 

     You think I’m exaggerating.  I’m not.  My friend
Bertel Sparks used to teach in the Duke University Law
School.  Every year, he conducted an experiment.  He wanted to put his first year law students — among the cream of
the crop of American college graduates — in their place.

 

     He assigned an extract from Blackstone’s Commentaries
on the Laws of England.  This was the most important legal
document of the American Revolution era.  It was written in
the 1760’s.  Every American lawyer read all four volumes.
It was read by American lawyers for a generation after the
Revolution.  Sparks would assign a section on the rights of
property.  He made them take it home, and then return to
class, ready to discuss it.

     When they returned, they could not discuss it.  The

language was too foreign.  The concepts were too foreign.
The students were utterly confused. 

 

     Then Sparks would hold up the source of the extract
from Blackstone.  The source was the Sixth McGuffey reader, the most popular American public school textbook series of the second half of the 19th century. 

 

     That put the kiddies in their place.

 

     If you want to be put in your place, pick up a copy of
the Sixth McGuffey reader and try to read it.

 

     Try to read the “Federalist Papers.”  These were
newspaper columns written to persuade the voters of New
York to elect representatives to ratify the Constitution.
These essays were political tracts.  They were aimed at the
average voter.  Few college graduates could get through
them today, so students are not asked to read them in their
American history course, which isn’t required for
graduation anyway.
    

WHAT HAVE WE DONE TO OURSELVES?

 

     Our march into what Jefferson would have described as
tyranny has been a self-imposed march.  Voters today would be unwilling to go to war to restore the Declaration’s
ideal of liberty.  In fact, Americans would go to war to
keep from having the Declaration’s ideal of liberty from
being imposed on us.  By today’s standards, King George III was indeed a madman: a libertarian madman, a character out of an Ayn Rand novel that never got published.  On politics and economics, Jefferson was madder than King George.

 

     Forty years ago, Stan Freberg produced an LP record,
“Stan Freberg Presents the United States of America.”  It
was a musical.  Freberg is one of America’s great comic
geniuses, but he spent most of his career after 1962
creating advertisements.


     In the musical, Thomas Jefferson comes to Ben Franklin
to persuade him to sign the Declaration.  Franklin reads it
over briefly.  Then he refuses to sign.  Why not? asks
Jefferson.  “It sounds a little pinko to me,” Franklin
replies.  Also, there was the question of spelling.
Franklin asks: “Life, liberty, and the perfuit of
happineff?”

 

     It was a funny skit, and the music was really good.
(The song for the first Thanksgiving, “Take an Indian to
Lunch,” remains my favorite.)  But “pinko,” Jefferson
wasn’t.  Calling for secession was not the same as calling
for a social revolution.  The revolutionaries were calling
for secession in the name of traditional rights of
Englishmen.  They were calling for a reversal of a slow-
motion political revolution by the Parliament, an erosion
of political rights.  They saw themselves as conservatives
involved in a counter-revolution.

 

     They won the battle.  We have lost the war.

 

     Generation after generation, Americans have imposed
taxation with representation.  We could use less taxation
and less representation.  But voters believe in lots of
representation and lots of taxation to match.  Voters elect
more politicians, who then hire far more officials, than
King George ever thought about sending to the colonies. 

 

     Voters send these politicians off to the various capital cities with a mandate: “Bring more swag back homethan those other crooks extract from us.”  Voters hand a credit card to their representatives and tell them: “Make sure the bill that you send to us at the end of the year is less than the value of the loot that you send to us.”  So, the bills keep getting bigger.  We think Garrison Keeler is funny with his description of Lake Wobegon: “Where all the children are above average.”  But we all want our elected representatives to keep our tax bills below average.

 

     Cartoonist Walt Kelly drew “Pogo” for decades.  “Pogo”
was probably the most politically sophisticated of all
American comic strips, including “Doonesbury,” although not the funniest.  Kelly immortalized a phrase, which he put
into the mouth of Pogo Possum: “We have met the enemy and he is us.”  The statement rings true because it is true.
We did it to ourselves. 

 

     This is why the American Revolution seems like a
museum display.  Our hearts may be with those men of old,
but our minds are not.  We live in a fundamentally
different world.  Europe is on the far side of Marx and
Engels, while we are on the far side of Wilson and

Roosevelt.

     My professor, Robert Nisbet, remarked in an
autobiographical passage in one of his books that when he
was born, in 1913, the only contact that most Americans had with the Federal Government was the Post Office.  It was in that year that the first income tax forms were mailed out.  Take a look at the original Form 1040.  Consider that the average American family in 1913 earned less than $1,000 a year.  Then look at the tax rates.

 

 

     We say that we want our high school graduates to be
familiar with American history.  But do we?  Really?  The
history of America is the story of our surrender to a
philosophy of government that was alien to the West in
1776.  What Jefferson regarded as a tyranny worth dying to
oppose, American voters today regard as a world so unjust
economically that no moral person would want to live in it,
let alone risk his life and wealth to obtain it for himself
and his posterity.

 

     Voters get what they think they really want.  When
things turn out badly, they re-think what it is that they
really want.

 

     What the signers of the Declaration of Independence
really wanted was the right of self-government, beginning
with individual self-government.  To achieve this, they
demanded the right of home rule politically.  They fought a
war to attain this. 

 

     We have used home rule to place above us men whose
views of the rights of citizens Jefferson would have
regarded as beyond anything King George III dreamed of in
his madness.

 

     Millions of voters who regard the present social and
political order as morally valid are not interested in
telling the story of the Revolution from the words of those
who began the fight.  They elect Superintendents of Public
Instruction to hire teachers who also do not like that
story.  The senior bureaucrats then ask these teachers to
abandon the teaching of the story of America prior to 1900,
and substitute social studies. 

 

     I am not exaggerating.  The battle at the state level
to retain the teaching of American history prior to 1900
has been going on in Texas high schools for over a decade.
Texas public schools buy so many textbooks that what Texas does — along with New York, California, and Illinois
determines what the rest of the nation’s students will be
taught.  The state of Texas allows a committee that
includes laymen to sit in judgment on the textbooks.  This
is why Mel and Norma Gabler have been able to inflict so
much economic pain on liberal textbook publishers for the
last 25 years.  But theirs is at best a holding action.

 



CONCLUSION


     The story of America is the story of this nation’s self-imposed abandonment of the Declaration of Independence.  This is why the story of the Declaration is rarely taught in school, and is taught badly when it is taught.

 

     If you want to re-gain your liberty, a good place to
begin is with the primary source documents of the world
that existed a century before the Declaration was written,
before the kings of England meddled very much in colonial
affairs.  It is hard to believe, but Jefferson would have
been regarded as a little bit pinko in 1676.

 

     That is the world we have lost.  Fireworks won’t get

it back.

     Home schooling just might.


Hugh Thompson: Reviled then honored for his actions in Viet Nam

By Nell Boyce

Reprinted from US News and World Report

Skimming over the Vietnamese village of My Lai in a helicopter with a bubble-shaped windshield, 24-year-old Hugh Thompson had a superb view of the ground below. But what the Army pilot saw didn’t make any sense: piles of Vietnamese bodies and dead water buffalo. He and his two younger crew mates, Lawrence Colburn and Glenn Andreotta, were flying low over the hamlet on March 16, 1968, trying to draw fire so that two gunships flying above could locate and destroy the enemy. On this morning, no one was shooting at them. And yet they saw bodies everywhere, and the wounded civilians they had earlier marked for medical aid were now all dead.

As the helicopter hovered a few feet over a paddy field, the team watched a group of Americans approach a wounded young woman lying on the ground. A captain nudged her with his foot, then shot her. The men in the helicopter recoiled in horror, shouting, “You son of a bitch!”

Thompson couldn’t believe it. His suspicions and fear began to grow as they flew over the eastern side of the village and saw dozens of bodies piled in an irrigation ditch. Soldiers were standing nearby, taking a cigarette break. Thompson racked his brains for an explanation. Maybe the civilians had fled to the ditch for cover? Maybe they’d been accidentally killed and the soldiers had made a mass grave? The Army warrant officer just couldn’t wrap his mind around the truth of My Lai.

Before My Lai, Americans always saw their boys in uniform as heroes. Their troops had brought war criminals, the Nazis, to justice. So when the massacre of some 500 unarmed Vietnamese civilians by U.S. soldiers became public a year and a half later, it shook the country to its core. Many Americans found it so unbelievable they perversely hailed Lt. William Calley, the officer who ordered his men to shoot civilians, as an unjustly accused hero. But My Lai did produce true heroes, says William Eckhardt, who served as chief prosecutor for the My Lai courts-martial. “When you have evil, sometimes, in the midst of it, you will have incredible, selfless good. And that’s Hugh Thompson.”

On that historic morning, Thompson set his helicopter down near the irrigation ditch full of bodies. He asked a sergeant if the soldiers could help the civilians, some of whom were still moving. The sergeant suggested putting them out of their misery. Stunned, Thompson turned to Lieutenant Calley, who told him to mind his own business. Thompson reluctantly got back in his helicopter and began to lift off. Just then Andreotta yelled, “My God, they’re firing into the ditch!”

Thompson finally faced the truth. He and his crew flew around for a few minutes, outraged, wondering what to do. Then they saw several elderly adults and children running for a shelter, chased by Americans. “We thought they had about 30 seconds before they’d die,” recalls Colburn. Thompson landed his chopper between the troops and the shelter, then jumped out and confronted the lieutenant in charge of the chase. He asked for assistance in escorting the civilians out of the bunker; the lieutenant said he’d get them out with a hand grenade. Furious, Thompson announced he was taking the civilians out. He went back to Colburn and Andreotta and told them if the Americans fired, to shoot them. “Glenn and I were staring at each other, dumbfounded,” says Colburn. He says he never pointed his gun at an American soldier, but he might have fired if they had first. The ground soldiers waited and watched.

Thompson coaxed the Vietnamese out of the shelter with hand gestures. They followed, wary. Thompson looked at his three-man helicopter and realized he had nowhere to put them. “There was no thinking about it,” he says now. “It was just something that had to be done, and it had to be done fast.” He got on the radio and begged the gunships to land and fly the four adults and five children to safety, which they did within minutes.

Before returning to base, the helicopter crew saw something moving in the irrigation ditch–a child, about 4 years old. Andreotta waded through bloody cadavers to pull him out. Thompson, who had a son, was overcome by emotion. He immediately flew the child to a nearby hospital.

Thompson wasted no time telling his superiors what had happened. “They said I was screaming quite loud. I was mad. I threatened never to fly again,” Thompson remembers. “I didn’t want to be a part of that. It wasn’t war.” An investigation followed, but it was cursory at best.

A month later, Andreotta died in combat. Thompson was shot down and returned home to teach helicopter piloting. Colburn served his tour of duty and left the military. The two figured those involved in the killing had been court-martialed. In fact, nothing had happened. But rumors of the massacre persisted. One soldier who heard of the atrocities, Ron Ridenhour, vowed to make them public. In the spring of 1969, he sent letters to government officials, which led to a real investigation and sickening revelations: murdered babies and old men, raped and mutilated women, in a village where U.S. soldiers mistakenly expected to find lots of Viet Cong.

Not all soldiers at My Lai participated in the carnage. Some men risked courtmartial or even death by defying Calley’s direct orders to shoot civilians. Eckhardt doesn’t think these men were heroes, because they didn’t try to stop the murderers. But Colburn thinks they did the best they could. “We could just fly away at the end of the day,” he notes. The ground troops had to live together for months.

The Pentagon’s investigation eventually suggested that nearly 80 soldiers had participated in the killing and coverup, although only Calley (who now works at a jewelry store in Columbus, Ga.) was convicted. The eyewitness testimony of Thompson and Colburn proved crucial. But instead of thanking them, America vilified them. Many saw Calley as a scapegoat for regrettable but inevitable civilian casualties. “Rallies for Calley” were held all over the country. Jimmy Carter, then governor of Georgia, urged citizens to leave car headlights on to show support for Calley. Thompson, who got nasty letters and death threats, remembers thinking: “Has everyone gone mad?” He feared a court-martial for his command to fire, if necessary, on U.S. soldiers.

Gradually the furor died down. Colburn and Thompson lived in relative anonymity until a 1989 television documentary on My Lai reclaimed them as forgotten heroes. David Egan, a Clemson University professor who had served in a French village where Nazis killed scores of innocents in World War II, was amazed by the story. He campaigned to have Thompson and his team awarded the coveted Soldier’s Medal. It wasn’t until March 6, 1998, after internal debate among Pentagon officials (who feared an award would reopen old wounds) and outside pressure from reporters, that Thompson and Colburn finally received medals in a ceremony at the Vietnam Veterans Memorial.

But both say a far more gratifying reward was a trip back to My Lai this March to dedicate a school and a “peace park.” It was then they finally met a young man named Do Hoa, who they believe was the boy they rescued from that death-filled ditch. “Being reunited with the boy was just…I can’t even describe it,” says Colburn. And Thompson, also overwhelmed, doesn’t even try.

 

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The Pure Water Gazette Proudly Awards Its Celebrated and Much Coveted Hero Award To

the late Senator Wayne Morse (1900-1974) of Oregon.

Where is Wayne Morse Now that We Need Him?

Ever heard of Wayne Morse?  Probably most younger readers haven’t.  In the McCarthy era, he was a staunch opponent of the anti-Communist madness that took over our government.  He was an outspoken defender of civil liberties during his twenty-four years in the Senate.

Originally a liberal Republican, he abandoned his party affiliation  in protest of Eisenhower’s choice of Richard Nixon as his vice-presidential candidate.  For a time he sat  in the center aisle of the Senate as an independent before eventually becoming a Democrat. .  Morse made many enemies, and these included five presidents, since he usually voted his own mind and did not bow to party pressures.  It was after he had become a Democrat that he drew the ire of the Democratic administration of Lyndon Johnson for refusing to toe the party line.

But for that story, you’ll have to read Norman Solomon’s excellent article about the Sept. 11, 2001 attacks on New York and Washington, and a subsequent Solomon article about the Iraqui crisis in July 2002.

Here is an excerpt from Mr. Solomon’s article about Senator Morse:

In early August 1964, Morse was one of only two senators to vote against the Tonkin Gulf resolution, which served as a green light for the Vietnam War. While reviled by much of the press in his home state of Oregon as well as nationwide, he persisted with fierce oratory for peace. It would have been much easier to acquiesce to the media’s war fever. But Morse was not the silent type, especially in matters of conscience.

On Feb. 27, 1968, I sat in a small room at the Capitol to watch a hearing of the Senate Foreign Relations Committee. Six members of the panel were seated around a long table. Most of all, I remember Morse’s voice, raspy and urgent.

“My views are no longer lonely,” he noted at one point, adding: “You have millions of people who are not going to support this tyranny that American boys are being killed in South Vietnam to maintain in power.”

Morse summed up his position on negotiations between the U.S. government and its Vietnamese adversaries: “Who are we to say there have to be two Vietnams? They are not going to do it and they shouldn’t do it. There isn’t any reason in the world why the North Vietnamese and the Vietcong should ever come to a negotiating table on the basis that there must be two Vietnams.”

Moments before the hearing adjourned, Morse said that he did not “intend to put the blood of this war on my hands.”

At the time, Oregon’s senior senator was remarkable because he challenged the morality — not just the “winability” — of the war. He passionately asserted that the United States had no right to impose its will on the world. In the process, he made enemies of many fellow Democrats, including President Lyndon Johnson.

Like most heretics, Morse suffered consequences. After 24 years in the Senate, he lost a race for re-election in November 1968. The winner was a slick politician named Robert Packwood, who denounced Morse’s antiwar fervor.

In his lifetime, Morse became a media pariah. In the quarter-century since his death, political reporters have rarely mentioned his name.

“I don’t know why we think, just because we’re mighty, that we have the right to try to substitute might for right,” Morse said on national television in 1964. “And that’s the American policy in Southeast Asia — just as unsound when we do it as when Russia does it.”

Three years later, he declared: “We’re going to become guilty, in my judgment, of being the greatest threat to the peace of the world. It’s an ugly reality, and we Americans don’t like to face up to it. I hate to think of the chapter of American history that’s going to be written in the future in connection with our outlawry in Southeast Asia.”

Such heresy infuriated many powerful politicians — and journalists — while Wayne Morse did all he could to block a war train speeding to catastrophe.           

John Withee, the World’s Greatest Bean Collector

In the Pure Water Gazette’s article on seed patenting, My Secret Life as a Farmer by Gene Franks,   which appeared in our paper version in the spring of 1995,  John Withee was praised as one of the great heroes of our time because of his tireless efforts to save heirloom varieties of beans from extinction.  We were gratified to see that the Seed Savers Exchange, the oldest and most prestigious of the seed preservation societies,  has featured Withee and recognized his accomplishments in its 1999 Seeds of Change catalog. Much of the information in our article below comes from their article on Withee.

Seed patenting remains one of the most serious issues of our time, though few seem aware of the gravity of the war that multinational seed corporations are waging on heirloom seed varieties. John Withee recognized the seriousness of the seed dilemma early on and devoted his considerable energies to the preservation of heirloom varieties of beans.

Withee, who lived in Lynnfield, Massachusetts,  has been called “the world’s greatest bean collector.” He was born in Portland, Maine in 1910, son of a grocer who fed his family beans every day of the winter. John’s favorite bean from his youth was the Jacob’s Cattle, and it was his effort to locate that bean that got him started as a collector.  He is credited with the collection of about 1,200 separate strains of beans from the 1960s to the the 1980s.

He is best know for the founding of the very significant bean collectors society known as Wanigan Associates. Wanigan is an Indian name for boat-mounted  kitchens carried on river rafts that were floated down Maine’s rivers during the spring lumber drives. Huge quantities of beans were served to the Maine woodsmen from the floating cook shacks.

In 1981 Withee turned the extensive Wanigan Associates bean collection over to Kent Whealy’s Seed Savers Exchange for permanent maintenance. The photo below, from the Seed Savers Exchange Catalog, shows Withee displaying some 850 of his bean varieties in a case built by Kent Whealy. John’s bean case is now on display at the Peabody Museum in Salem, Massachusetts. Several of John Withee’s bean varieties, including his favorite, Jacob’s Cattle, are offered in the Seed Savers Exchange catalogs.

Tiger Tom’s Dog Products Page


Posted April 24th, 2012

Tiger Tom’s Dog Products Page

Featuring valuable tools to help people put Rover in his place and keep him there.

 

 

Tiger Tom’s Deluxe Dog Signage Sets.

A complete set of signs for all occasions to help Fido figure things out.

 

Although canine creatures sometimes appear to be able to follow simple commands like “sit” and “shake,”  the more complex rules for living in our technological society fly right over their heads.  Teaching your mutt “roll over” is one thing, but you’re wasting your breath when you start talking to him about how he can take a dump on this side of the yard but not on the other or about how we get up early five days a week but barking isn’t allowed before 10:30 on Saturday.

That is why I, Tiger Tom, have cleverly devised my Canine Training Signage Kit  It is made up of skillfully drawn signs depicting 25 separate moral lessons for dogs in graphic terms that Bowser’s tiny brain can understand.  At left, for example, is one of the signs from the series.  Need I explain its meaning?  With copies of this sign strategically placed on your lawn and flower bed areas, Bruno now has no excuse for his lifelong habit of random and obnoxious defecation. And I, Tiger Tom, say that with warning signs in place, ignorance is no longer an excuse.  Being a soft-hearted tiger, I do not recommend first-offense capital punishment for sign-rule violation, but for serious offenses like random defecation it is certainly justifiable as a second-offense consequence.

Other morally uplifting sign-lessons from my Canine Training Signage Kit deal with issues like

 

  • Do not lick your balls when the Pastor comes over for dinner.
  • No digging on the carpet.
  • Do not attack the UPS driver.
  • Do not eat from the cat litter box.
  • Random digging prohibited.
  • It’s OK to lie down without turning around three times.
  • No recreational barking.
  • Do not blow your disgusting breath in my face.

 

Dog Signage Kits are only $99.50, plus $6 shipping.

 

Tiger Tom’s Deluxe Dog Feeder

If You Love Your Dog, Let Him Eat the Way Nature Intended

Tiger Tom’s Deluxe Dog Feeder, pictured at right, will give new meaning to your dog’s life and end feeding problems for good.

My deluxe feeding barrels, the same heavy-duty barrels that are used by city parks departments, will give Spot a lifetime of dining pleasure.  In tests conducted here at the Gazette’s laboratories, we’ve established that dogs derive a full 66.83% more pleasure and 56.8% greater nutritional value from food served in my feeder as compared with food served in the usual stupid pet store-variety cutesy feeding bowl.

Let’s face it.  Most dogs are ashamed to eat from a a little plastic bowl with a picture of a puppy on it.  Eating from my dog feeder satisfies not only your canine’s physical hunger but also addresses his hunting instinct.  Food from an authentic city trash barrel satisfies his self esteem and gives him something to be proud of.

And, here’s the best part.  Your Tiger Tom Authentic Dog Feeder will quickly pay for itself in food savings.  If you’ve been enticing your pooch to eat with expensive food preparations,  you’ll find that with my feeding barrel Rover will eat even the most disgusting of throw-aways.  Even coffee grounds and rotting carrots, when dug from a feeding barrel, become coveted culinary delicacies.  And if you have more than one hound,  it’s even better, because my tests show that canine dining pleasure increases exponentially with competition.  When two dogs are fed from the same Tiger Tom Dog Feeder, they fight over morsels that they would not even sniff at if served in a conventional feeding bowl.  With dogs, digestion improves with rage.

Order today and begin saving on dog food right away. You’ll have a happier, healthier dog. 

Tiger Tom’s Unique Dog Feeder: $66. (Please call for volume pricing.)

Shipping in the Continental U.S.: $65.

For special lettering with the name of the Parks Department of your city: $35.50.

Please Specify Dark Blue or Sunshine Yellow.

 

Other Products–Coming Soon:

Home neutering kit.

Dog Yummies (cat excrement wrapped as candy.)

 

 

Ben T. Quisenberry


Posted April 23rd, 2012

Mr. Ben T. Quisenberry (1887-1986)

The Gazette is honored to give its Hero Award posthumously to Mr. Ben T. Quisenberry, who died in 1986 at age 99. Mr. Quisenberry lived in and operated a tiny mail-order seed company called Big Tomato Gardens out of a small building that had been an old post office in Syracuse, Ohio. He printed his own seed packets, complete with mottoes, on an old printing press.

His passion was saving heirloom tomato varieties from extinction. Through his efforts, several tomato varieties, including Brandywine (his personal favorite), Golden Sunray, Czech’s Bush, Long Tom and Mortgage Lifter, survived the war on heirloom seeds waged by the large seed companies. (These can still be purchased from Seed Saver’s Exchange, whose current catalog contains a full page of Ben Quisenberry’s Tomatoes. Their address is below.)

In 1982, Mr. Quisenberry told an interviewer who asked the secret of his long, productive life:

Once a fellow from a television station asked me how I accounted for keeping active 95 years. I said to keep happy and to keep content, do something that’s worthwhile. If you have a hobby and you can make your hobby your business, you’re all the better off. Do something good…..l do marvel at myself sometimes, the way I keep going. Indeed I do. I marvel at myself. I’m surprised sometimes how I can keep going from 7 o’clock until dark. About dark, I’m like the chickens. I hunt for my roost. …..Aging in rural America, the elderly man is very fortunate if he is in a rural district. Out in Nature. Out where he can work. Out where he can fasten his hands onto the end of a hoe handle and make things grow. He’s with nature, and when he’s with nature, he’s close to God. God is nature and nature is God. So you’re in good company when you are out in a rural district.

For more information about Mr. Quisenberry’s heroic efforts in the cause of saving several varieties of seeds from extinction, and for an overview of the seed problem that has now grown critical, see the previous Gazette article “My Secret Life As A Farmer.”

To buy Mr. Quisenberry’s seeds, and to learn more about a truly outstanding organization, please contact:

Seed Savers Exchange
3076 North Winn Road
Decorah, IA 52101

(319) 382-5990

(Note: The photo Mr. Quisenberry is from the 1999 issue of The Seed Savers Exchange Catalog.)

 

Pat Roy Mooney


Posted April 23rd, 2012

Pat Roy Mooney

Pat Roy Mooney is one of a select group of heroes who devote their time and energy to the defense of plants. Plants are victims of a veritable holocaust being carried out by multi-national seed companies. This is a battle that affects us all, but few are even aware that plant biodiversity is a universal dilemma. (For background, see the  My Secret Life As a Farmer, which appeared in an earlier paper Gazette.)

The excellent article below appeared in the Dec. 16, 1998 Ottawa Citizen.

 

Biodiversity ‘crackpot’ wins Pearson medal: Activist wages war against ‘life patents’

By Andrew Duffy

The Pearson Peace Medal was awarded yesterday to Pat Roy Mooney, an expert on plant genetics who has led an international campaign against patents on living organisms.

Mr. Mooney, 51, a legally blind high school dropout, used to be called a crackpot as he battled large seed companies determined to promote the use of their genetically altered plant varieties around the world. But yesterday, Gov. Gen. Romeo LeBlanc lauded him as a visionary who recognized the dangers of agricultural technology long before most of the world. “He raised the alarm and he created a higher public consciousness of the threats to biodiversity,” Mr. LeBlanc said. “His achievements show us the impact that one person can have when he cares deeply about an issue: He has raised the chances of the world having a secure supply of food and he has raised the chance for peace.”

It’s estimated that 75 per cent of genetic diversity in the world’s 20 key food crops have been lost. Most of that diversity — important to ensuring that crops survive in changing conditions — has been lost in the past 50 years as genetically altered, high-yield crops have been introduced around the world…

Mr. Mooney is now executive director of the Rural Advancement Foundation International, which has offices in Ottawa and Winnipeg…Mooney’s Rural Advancement Foundation has successfully fought against three patents taken out on human cell lines–copies of human cells reproduced in a lab–by the U.S. government.

The patents allowed the U.S. Department of Commerce to charge a $136 fee to anyone wanting to use the cells in an experiment. The cells came from the human tissue of indigenous people in Guaymi, the Solomon Islands and Papua New Guinea. Mooney’s group has taken patent fights to the United Nations and to international courts. It’s his proudest achievement, he said, that the campaign has gone mainstream. “There are hundreds of groups out there doing this work now. And I can see a point down the road where we’re going to turn this stuff around: I think the momentum is building up so that the patenting of life will become a very hot topic around the world and we’re going to find companies back pedaling.”

A Man of Constant Sorrow


Posted April 23rd, 2012

Donald Rumsfeld: A Man of Constant Sorrow

by Hardly Waite

Written During the Dreary Early Days of the Bombing of Afghanistan

“Secretary of defense Donald Rumsfeld, whose heart beats with the compassion of a crocodile, clings to his job by staging Florence Nightingale-like tableaux of hand-holding of the wounded while declaiming into the desert wind about ‘vicotory.'” — Sidney Blumenthal, Dec. 2004.

At a Pentagon press briefing, speaking of the “collateral damage” resulting from the American assault on Afghanistan, Secretary of Defense Donald Rumsfeld said: “We mourn every civilian death.”

Now, if Professor Marc Herold,  who has with much labor counted the deaths of civilians in Afghanistan, is anywhere near right, American bombs and soldiers have killed 3,000 to 4,000 or so civilians. I did some numbers and decided that if Mr. Rumsfeld,  who tells us frequently that he is a man of his word, does, as he says, mourn every civilian death, he must be a very busy mourner.

I’m not sure how long it takes to mourn an Afghan civilian, but if Mr. Rumsfeld devotes only five minutes of mourning to each and there are, say, 3000 dead, he has had to mourn for some 250 hours. In other words, if he is able to devote eight hours a day to mourning, he has had to mourn for an entire month, including weekends and holidays. It makes you wonder how he has time to keep the bombs flying.

I have several explanations for this.

First, he may not feel it necessary to devote a full five minutes to a citizen of Afghanistan. Clearly, American citizens require considerably more than 5 minutes of mourning, but in Afghanistan life is cheap. Could be that just a part of a minute each is enough.

Another explanation is that since so many of the dead are women and children, he may be able to mourn less for them than he would have to for a man. An Afghan baby, one would think, could perhaps be mourned for in just a few seconds.

Or, here’s another view. If, say, he mourns them in groups, like when whole villages or  several members of the same family are killed by the same bomb,   he could save much time. He did not, after all, say that he mourns for them individually, just that he mourns for them. The picture is of a scene in which several family members, including a newly married couple, were killed by a bomb that hit their home.   But it  presents yet another problem.  In this unfortunate blast,  a boy of seven was blinded.  Does Mr. Rumsfeld mourn only for the dead, or does he devote at least a minute or so to the boy who will go through life without  eyes?  Having to mourn for the wounded as well as the dead would, of course, add considerably to his grieving duties.

The most likely scenario to explain the prodigious amount of mourning accomplished by Mr. Rumsfeld, though,  is to be found in a closer reading of his statement. Note that he says “we mourn.” Perhaps it is not an editorial “we.”  Perhaps he literally means that he has help in mourning. Let’s say, for example, if he delegates some mourning to  Paul Wolfowitz, Mike Myers,  Tommy Franks,  et al,  they could probably,  all grieving together,  knock out the day’s mourning fairly early in the day and still have plenty of time to plan more assaults.

I don’t know how Mr. Rumsfeld manages it, but they say he is a remarkable man.

See also, “Palestinians and the Proper Way to Grieve Dead Children.”

Why the War Against Pot?


Posted April 23rd, 2012

Why the War Against Pot? 

by Hardly Waite, Gazette Senior Editor

Have you ever wondered why the United States spends vast piles of money and squanders immeasurable amounts of human talent and natural resources in the effort to combat a benign substance like marijuana?

Have you wondered why the US is now the only industrialized country to criminalize a substance that is obviously far less harmful than the majority of legally sold pharmaceuticals?

Kate Silver, writing in the Nov. 13, 2001 Las Vegas Weekly, has some answers.

In case you haven’t guessed, like everything else in the USA, it has to do with money. It has a lot to do with the end of the Cold War, Silver says.  When the Cold War ended, ” enormous needs for certain technology and personnel were eradicated. Once America declared its infamous War on Drugs, those needs were refilled.” It provided a new “enemy” and thus created a vast number of new government jobs and a major new source of technological endeavors to be managed by government bureaucrats. It turned the Cold War inward and allowed us to wage war on our own people at a tidy profit. Silver also points out that as a very nice side-effect,  “many powerful Political Action Committees donate money to campaigns to push their own agenda, keeping marijuana illegal.”

“Outside of a dog, a countertop water filter is man’s best friend.  Inside of a dog, it’s too dark to drink water.”–Groucho Marx.Model 77–“The World’s Greatest $77 Water Filter.”

The toll of this war is, of course, enormous in terms of  “jobs, relationships, money and time lost for the crime of smoking a joint.”  Marijuana arrests take a lot of manpower and a lot of time. “In 2000, police arrested 734,498 people for marijuana violations–the highest ever recorded by the FBI. Of those, 88 percent were for possession. The remaining 88,456 were charged with sale/manufacture.”

You probably have noticed that government officials long ago gave up trying to justify the War on Dope with anything resembling logic.  Pot has just been added to the ever-growing list of “enemies” we’re expected to fight without asking why.

Silver concludes: “Las Vegas Weekly contacted a police source in hopes of getting an argument against legalization, and providing a semblance of balance. Sadly enough, the only reasoning the source could give for pot being illegal is, well, because it’s illegal.”

 


Pesticides and the Foods We Consume

by Hardly Waite

 

According to Dr. Laura Thompson of the Southern California Institute of Clinical Nutrition:

The EPA determines risk by estimating how much of various foods people eat in a year–since the more you eat the more pesticides you get. However, EPA believes that Americans eat less than 1/2 pound per year of the following foods: almonds, avocados, blackberries, boysenberries, eggplant, figs, honeydew melons, leeks, mushrooms, summer squash, Swiss chard, tangelos, tangerines, walnuts, winter squash.

Does this make you suspect there might be something slightly wrong with the government’s system of estimating the safety levels of pesticides in the environment?