We can stop the DISCLOSE Act.

Dear Friend in Liberty,

We can stop the DISCLOSE Act.

The Establishment Protection Act (a much more fitting name for DISCLOSE) will infringe on our privacy, limit our right to free speech, and silence C4L and like-minded organizations that hold the statists accountable.

Before the bill passed the House, it was changed to include more provisions to benefit the government’s Big Labor pals and to obtain further details on those who would challenge their actions.

Despite claims to the contrary, the Establishment Protection Act isn’t just aimed at large donors.  Those who have given as much as $600 could be targeted by federal bureaucrats.  And you can be sure they won’t remain content very long with even that much information.

Here are some ways you can help continue the battle and defeat this powergrab:

1.) Contact Senator Jeff Merkley at (202) 224-3753 and Senator Ron Wyden at (202) 224-5244 and demand they defend the First Amendment.  Urge them to oppose the Senate bill, S. 3295, as well as the House-approved version and any other attempts to limit our free speech.

2.) Get local.  Find your state here and make sure you’re involved with all of your local C4L's efforts to reclaim your state for liberty.  You can also stop by your senators' local offices to personally ask them to fight the Establishment Protection Act.

3.) Call the NRA headquarters at 1-800-672-3888 and their Legislative Action group at 1-800-392-8683 and tell them to actively oppose the Senate bill.  Without their compromise in the House, the bill would have likely died without a vote.

4.) Forward this email to your family, friends, and coworkers.  Ask them to join you in fighting the Establishment Protection Act.

The August congressional recess is almost here, and legislators are scrambling to limit as many of our freedoms as they can before heading home.

The First Amendment and C4L’s ability to fight the statists’ plans are under heavy assault.  Please contact your senators today and tell them to OPPOSE DISCLOSE.


In Liberty,



John Tate

President

Mark Levin...For you

Mark Levin is just another one of those blatherers who insists on duct-taping the words "Judeo" and "Christian" together to further his propensity for moral regulation. He's a sickening fraud to liberty. I graciously extend my middle finger to you, Mr. Levin.

How did the term Judeo-Christian come about?  It's a WWII term concocted by international socialists in their attempt to propagandize the American citizenry against national socialism.  National Socialism (NAZI) was/is pretty freakin' heinous.  But International Socialism (USSR) was/is far more disgusting and denigrating to the concept of Natural Law.  The only thing worse than propaganda is using freeze-dried propagandistic terms YOUR ENEMY CONCOCTED to promote your own propaganda.  And that's what Mark Levin does at every turn.

I'm not going to write a three thousand page thesis on how silly I find Mark Levin to be, but I'll give one example from his little rag of a book called Liberty to Tyranny.  This is from the ON FAITH AND THE FOUNDING chapter from that "book":

"In his 1964 speech accepting the Republican nomination for president, Senator Barry Goldwater declared that "those who elevate the state and downgrade the citizen must see ultimately a world in which earthly power can be substituted for Divine Will, and this Nation was founded upon the rejection of that notion and upon the acceptance of God as author of freedom."
While in his later years Goldwater denounced certain proselytes, in this, his most important speech, his call to God's will and the founding--linking one to the other--could not have been more unequivocal."

Now, ahem. "Goldwater denounced certain proselytes"?  Who?  Why?  Dontcha think that's a little bit important?  I'll tell you why:

Because they tried saying the same *#$!(#% things Mark Levin just said before he quoted Goldwater--and they too said these things for profit.  Goldwater hated that.

The Great One, huh?

Again, using the propaganda of his betters to promote a tired agenda.  Is God the author of freedom, yeah, according to Natural Law--the philosophy this nation really was founded upon--He is.  

Does that mean we're a "Judeo-Christian" country?  For the love of Barry Goldwater, NO!

That's all.

Words of Wisdom

"The free market allows people to go into any industry they want, to trade with whomever they want, to buy in the cheapest market around the world, to sell in the dearest market around the world.  But, most important of all, if they fail, they bear the cost."

--Milton Friedman, Genius.

Let this be a lesson to you, Mr. Bush, Mr. Obama and Mr. Whoeverisnext.

That's all.

Hic Iacet Bonum Membrum Virile

So I'm pondering--rather loosely--Benedick's character in Shakespeare's Much Ado About Nothing.  Since I'm now officially "adept in Latin" (which is to say, I have my portable Latin dictionary on me at all times--which is also to say:  adeptus in Latinam--didn't really need a dictionary for that), and since I have a notion that Bill (Mr. Shakespeare to you) likes to play with names, I thought instantly about a smart ass uncle I used to have when I read some lines of Benedick in this play.

But before I let humor (pick a humor, any humor) sweep this pile of wordplay into some lapsus linguae (a slip of the tongue) let me just say this about that.  Bene, as you probably know, means (gasp!) "good", in Latin.  as in "well" or "thorough", we just say "good" in English, because we're lazy:

"How are you?"

"Good."

"How's the food?"

"Good."

"How's work?"

"Good."

"You're a dick."







Good.

I'm just going to mix things up from now on and answer like Daniel Day Lewis in Gangs of New York:  a nice, toothsome, Bene.  If you haven't seen it, just do your best Italian papa tasting the sauce before dinner impression:  Bene!  

That's the ticket.

Usually the name Benedick is spelled with a "ct" at the end.  Hence:  Benedict.  I say usually, you may know better what name was what in the bene old days, than I.  At any rate, "dict" cometh from dictum, which, in Latin, means:  that which is said.  Or, perhaps more apt for Much Ado, dictum could mean "witticism".  So his name, this Benedick fellow, should mean:  Good Wit.  Bene=Good.  Dictum=Wit.  I guess I can buy that...

But that's not his name, now is it?  Ok, so, "bene" (D.D. Lewis style, if you please) still means "good", and dick...well, that is D-I-C-K.  See?  Lapsus linguae.  

Applies a whole other level to: "You're a Dick."  "Good."  Doesn't it?


Off the record, my wife thinks I have a serious Freudian thing going on in my head.  My favorite book of all time is Moby Dick and my favorite author is Philip K. Dick.  I'm not sure what to do with that...Maybe I'll speak more Latin.  Helps me cope.  Membrum virile?


We can't possibly argue this Benedick's propensity (Latin: propondere), toward wit.  He's one witty dude (No Latin dictum for "dude", sorry).  Which leads me back to the uncle I used to have.  He used to say things like this Benedick character, except he had no D.D. Lewis qualities about him whatsoever.  He was a Nebraska feller, complete with the Midwest way of talk, so maybe you can imagine him belting out:  "Well dip me in apple butter and call me a muskret!"

I have no idea what that means, but it was pretty funny when he said it.

I remember some old ninny or other was always telling that uncle of mine to "pipe down!"  But he wouldn't.  He loved it when they told him to stop.  He got worse.  Kind of like our pal Benedick. "Strike up the pipers!"  That was his response, his, yeah, this is an easy one:  modus operandi.

I say whenever someone says something like "Strike up the pipers!", the only response should be "Bene!"

Here is my favorite quote from Benedick:
        "Hang me in a bottle like a cat and shoot me!"

Much Ado, much like this stupid blog post, is just an excuse to exemplify wit.  That's what it seems like.  There are these people dressing up to trick those people who are tricking someone else...even their language out of guise is a guise.  That old uncle of mine said all those funny euphemistic things...I still don't know what any of them meant:
          "Well, paint me in polka dots and call me a curly!"

What the hell does that mean?!  Dunno.

But it's bene.

Why does the guy that shoots Benedick get to be called "Adam"?  Is that a good thing?  No idea.

I know if someone shot my good dick, I'd be calling him something nastier than "Adam".

Here's the point:  I can't hyper analyze it all.  Who can?  I'm certain being called Adam means something--in fact, I looked around and found a few conflicting reports on the whole cat in the jar deal.  And now I'm just confused, not entertained.  Non bene.  Yeah, yeah, I know you never thought shooting the cat in the jar was funny in the first place.  I told you, I'm from Nebraska, which gives me license to laugh at the cat in the jar joke and you license to laugh at my hillbillity which gives me license to laugh at your snobbery and pretty soon we're in the middle of Much Ado About Nothing ourselves, realizing we've just accomplished nothing so we add some Latin nomenclatures and go to quarto.

Fine, here we are.  In the play.  I get to be Benedick. We can get serious about something else.  Not this one.  Sometimes you just get to laugh!  That's what this play is all about:  "A college of wit-crackers cannot flout me out of my humour."  (V, III,101)

And when the old hags yell: "Pipe down!"  I get to say:
           "Think not of him till tomorrow:  I'll devise thee brave punishments for him.  Strike up pipers!"

Bene.  

Multo Bene.

Copland

Here is another example of the Oregonian missing the mark on a story.

I do believe the 14th amendment and our supreme court have both imposed the 4th amendment on our states.  That's the issue here, they took his property, destroyed a portion of it and then returned it in a compromised state.  This is illegal, and THIS is why they settled. 

See also:  Mapp v Ohio (1961)

 Keep the gestapo bullshit in the sullied annals of history, please.

As far as recording cops and their supposed "expectation of privacy"...that's all really laughable. Welcome to the 21st century, morons.  You've got no expectation of privacy in public.  You've got no expectation of privacy as a public official.  Yeah.  NONE.

Dying for It

Anyone who spends any amount of time talking to me comes to find out that one of the most intriguing characters of all time to me was Peter the Hermit.  If you know nothing about Peter the Hermit, you can easily learn the basics in a quick Google search.  But I'll tell you this:  Peter led a group of common folk to the Holy Land in what came to be known as a "popular crusade".  His goal, for better or for worse, was to appeal to the banditry of the region, to try to get them to stop persecuting Christian pilgrims.  Certainly the thuggees of the middle east wouldn't dare to hinder the path of women, children and the elderly, right?  One would think.  But we know that Peter's gambit failed and the majority of the group he led were slaughtered, captured, raped, robbed or enslaved. 

I recently ran across an article about the effects of the DDT ban in sub-Saharan Africa.  2.7 million people dead from a disease--a disease which we have the cure for in our hands, but do not use.

Environmentalism is the Popular Crusade of our time.  And we'll all die for it.  Don't think for one minute they'll stop with the killing of Africans.  They will come for you, Inquisition style.

Did I mention that Peter wasn't among the victims on the Crusade?  Nah, he sat back in Constantinople, safe from his own cause.

Where's Al Gore building his new house?  Anyone know?

That's all.

Family Friendly Prose from J-Slog Sunday Presents: All Together Now

Bipartisanship.

Loathe.

Different is better because it is not you.

I don't want to hold your hand.

I hate the Beatles and especially John Lennon.

Imagine.

Imagine me sticking a slab of C4 on your mother's Beatles LP collection and watching little shards of vinyl launch into the sky.  What would those records sing as they whirred through the air with the greatest of ease?

All together now.

1-2-3-4.

Duck.