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On this day in 1787, the Constitutional Convention is underway. A small state delegate stands up and addresses the large state delegates in the room. Actually, he didn't calmly address them so much as he *blasted* this statement at them! Can't you just imagine the tension in the room when he was done? "I do not, gentlemen, trust you. If you possess the power, the abuse of it could not be checked; and what then would prevent you from exercising it to our destruction?" This may be one of my favorite quotes from the Constitutional Convention. It summarizes, so succinctly, the fears felt by the citizens of so many small states at that time. How can America be self-governing, but also ensure that the large states do not constantly trample and abuse the small states? As you know, the Convention ultimately worked out many compromises. Our Constitution is full of many checks and balances that work as safeguards for our liberty. Just another reason to celebrate during this long Independence Day weekend. #TDIH #AmericanHistory #USHistory #liberty #freedom #ShareTheHistory

Nothing matters but The Party and its ideology.

Happy Birthday, Canada!

As found on FB. Grievously wounded and bleeding profusely, a soldier staggers into an alley off a Gettysburg street and collapses, the few survivors of his shattered regiment rushing past him in a panicked retreat. Feeling his life draining away, the soldier reaches into his pocket and takes out an ambrotype photograph of three small children. He gazes lovingly into their faces as he takes his final breath. Three days later, with the Confederate army defeated and gone, a young girl found the soldier’s body, his hand still clutching the photograph. After checking to see if the man had anything on him that would identify him, and finding nothing, she took the photograph and gave it to her father, a tavern keeper in nearby Graeffenburg. A few days later four physicians on their way to Gettysburg to tend to the wounded were forced to stop in Graeffenburg after their wagon broke down. Waiting in the tavern while the wagon was being repaired, the men were told the story of the unknown soldier and the photograph. Deeply moved, one of the men, Dr. John Francis Bourns of Philadelphia, decided to take it upon himself to find the family of the fallen soldier. He convinced the tavern keeper to give him the photograph, and with the assistance of his daughter, Dr. Bourns located and carefully marked the soldier’s grave. Back in Philadelphia Dr. Bourns told the story to the local press. In a piece titled “Whose Father Was He?” an editor at the Philadelphia Inquirer described the photograph (the technology of the day did not permit photographs to be reproduced in newspapers) and wrote, “What pen can describe the emotions of this patriot-father as he gazed upon these children, so soon to be made orphans!”, calling upon other papers to spread the story. Soon the sad story of the unknown soldier and his children was appearing in newspapers all across the country. A Philadelphia religious journal called The American Presbyterian republished the Inquirer’s story and in November 1863 the journal was delivered to a subscriber in the small western New York town of Portville. After reading it, he passed the journal around to other members of the community. One of them was Mrs. Philinda Humiston, who gasped when she read the story. Early that year she had sent her husband a photograph like the one described— a picture of their children Franklin (8 ), Alice (6), and Frederick (4). She had heard nothing from him since the Battle of Gettysburg. The Portville postmaster wrote Dr. Bourns with the news, and he rushed a copy of the photograph to Mrs. Humiston. Yes, she confirmed. It was the photograph she had sent to her husband. The dead soldier was Sergeant Amos Humiston of the 154th New York Volunteers. Amos Humiston was a 31-year-old harness maker when he volunteered, eager to serve his county after being assured by townspeople that his family would be cared for in his absence. His regiment was badly mauled in the Battle of Chancellorsville and Amos had been wounded, narrowly escaping death. He soon recovered and on the first day of the Battle of Gettysburg he and his regiment were posted behind a fence in a brickyard in the town when they were overrun by Isaac Avery’s North Carolina brigade. Outflanked and outnumbered, nearly all the men in Humiston’s regiment surrendered. But Amos made a run for it instead, going less than a quarter mile before being shot down. Of the 239 men in his regiment, 178 were captured, 21 were wounded and one, Sergeant Humiston, was killed. It was the highest percentage casualty rate of any Union regiment in the battle. The story of the Humiston family touched the entire nation. Songs and poems were written about them, and probably thousands of copies of the famous photograph were sold. Their story inspired the creation of the National Orphans Homestead in Gettysburg, and Mrs. Humiston and her children were among the first residents. In October 1869 Philinda married a Massachusetts minister named Asa Barnes and she and her children left the orphanage. All three of the children attended Lawrence Academy in Groton Massachusetts. Franklin went on to Dartmouth, the University of Pennsylvania Medical School, and a long and successful career as a physician. Alice never married and died in a tragic fire at age 76. Frederick became a prosperous grain merchant, dying at age 59. Amos Humiston was killed on July 1, 1863, during the first day of the Battle of Gettysburg. He died thinking of the family he left behind in New York. Today a monument in his honor stands near the spot where he fell—the only monument on the battlefield in honor of a single enlisted man. ADDED: Pick a century, pick a war. The faces change, but almost all are young, the names change, the technology changes, but the stories stay much the same.

If you're hammered you shouldn't be handling firearms. And you shouldn't be shooting coaches no matter what. Sorry, sorry ... that was my initial warped take on the subject line.

From FB photo/share : Walt legits Route 66 La Bajada Hill Near Santa Fe, N.M. Between the years of 1926 - 1932 this was Route 66. This road goes back a long way in time though, almost 400 years in fact. Originally it had been part of the Camino Real de Tierra Adentro, or Royal Road to the Lands of the Interior, and ranks as the oldest European highway in the U.S. Bajada means "The Descent" or "The Drop" in Spanish, and this road lived up to it's name dropping about 1,000 feet in a 1.5 miles. It had 23 hairpin turns, some of them having a very steep grade. In spite of all this the road was considered perfectly safe, as all of the turns were widened to accommodate the largest automobiles of the time and those turns that might prove dangerous had stone retaining walls on the outside to prevent cars going off the road and down the cliff. #santafe #newmexico #desert #desertmagazine #route66 #bajada

During the Glass Fire (2020) in Sonoma and Napa Counties some idjits over in Placer County were tree sitting to prevent PG&E from taking down trees to meet state requirements for fire safety.

https://www.bbc.com/news/articles/c15wwvggk80o I was thinking it would have been fitting to call in an air drop on the thug.

There's a Muslim version of that, "inshallah." Means the same thing, but without the urgency.

New Scottish Playmobil Set Teaches Kids Vital Life Skill of Whisky Brewing & Distilling! Move aside chemistry sets, Scotland’s next generation is about to ferment their future with the all new Playmobil Wee Whisky Distillery Starter Kit! Aimed at bairns aged five and up, or three, if their uncle’s on babysitting duty and believes in “early career planning”, the Playmobil set comes complete with all the essential plastic components of a real working distillery. Kids can mash malted barley in a tiny mash tun, stir their sugary wort into a plastic washback, then pour it into a copper coloured pot still that lights up and makes faint bubbling noises when you press the “yeast” button. There’s even a little spirit safe for “quality control,” a working mini cooper’s bench for assembling micro barrels, and a shelf of pretend sample bottles and barrels proudly labelled “Baby’s First Batch" all triple distilled and parent supervised. Everything a wee apprentice needs to master the ancient art of dramcraft, just short of an HMRC licence. “By age seven, I could spell fermentation and explain the difference between a wash and a wort,” said nine year old Angus MacBevvy, honorary child distiller of the year. Now recognised as part of the new Scottish Early Years Qualification Framework, the set forms the core of the SVQ Level 1 in Wee Drams & Ethical Distillin’. Modules include Intro to Peat: Aromatic Ash or Boggy Nonsense?, The Maths of Malt: Counting to 40% ABV, and Fire Understanding: Kilt Safety Around Open Flames. Scottish parents have praised the set for being “more useful than algebra” and “a gateway toy to career stability.” Train them young. Distill them right.

Ah! I've seen the clip of her standing up to the goddess of passive/aggressive racism.

Exactly. UNPITCHED musical instruments are still musical instruments.

BINGO!

I was trying to point out that saying a certain class of musical instruments aren't musical instruments is silly. I've not found any articles saying that drums are not musical instruments other than comments on discussion fora. They may be unpitched musical instruments, but they are musical instruments. There are some wind instruments that only produce one note. Are they musical instruments? Are Cymbals musical instrument? 40 mentioned the Jews Harp. Hold it in your hand and pluck it. Barely any sound. Is it a musical instrument?

September 17, 1978. NBC’s opening theme for “Battlestar Galactica” thundered through living rooms while Anne Lockhart—only twenty-five, blonde braid tucked under a pilot’s helmet—banked a Viper across the cosmos as Lt. Sheba, making her the first recurring female fighter-pilot on primetime TV. Audiences didn’t know the cockpit was a hot box lit by eight klieg lamps, and she cooled between takes by stuffing ice cubes down her flight suit’s collar. They didn’t know she learned dogfight jargon by quizzing ex-Vietnam aviators who moonlighted as technical advisers, trading them horse-riding lessons at Griffith Park for cockpit tips. They certainly didn’t know she had already logged two decades on camera: debuting at four months old in a diaper commercial, then sneaking onto the “Lassie” set to watch her mother, June Lockhart, command canine co-stars with eyebrow twitches sharper than any director’s call. Anne treated every studio lot like open range. She rode a quarter horse named Paddington through the backroads of Paramount at dawn, rehearsing lines while the animal chewed craft-service apples. When producers offered cheesecake magazine spreads to boost ratings, she countered with a bet: let her speak at Comic-Con about STEM careers for girls. The panel packed out, and Mattel quietly green-lit Sheba action figures—proof that fandom and feminism could share shelf space. In 1982 she turned down a network soap to join a traveling Wild West stunt show, perfecting saddle falls and Roman riding until her thighs bruised constellation-blue. She later smuggled those skills onto film sets, doubling for actresses who never touched reins and pocketing hazard pay to fund wildlife-rescue programs in Montana. NASA noticed her zero-panic pulse rate and invited her to Johnson Space Center, where she recorded wake-up calls for shuttle crews and peppered astronauts with questions about G-forces so she could tweak her jet-chase scenes. Off-camera she collected antique radios, restoring them with WWII schematics, then donated the finished pieces to children’s hospitals tuned permanently to story hours she produced under a pseudonym. She once defused a runaway horse on “Young Guns II” by singing Patsy Cline until the stallion calmed—crew still call that cliff “Lockhart Ledge.” She guest-starred on 300+ episodes of television, yet kept a handwritten ledger of every crew member’s birthday and mailed each a card—some grips have fifteen in a shoebox. Today she mentors young stuntwomen, insisting they memorize torque specs and contract clauses with equal zeal, because survival in Hollywood, like spaceflight, favors those who master their own instrument panel. Anne Lockhart’s career is less about lineage and lore, more about velocity: girl meets camera, girl tames horsepower and rocket power alike, girl leaves vapor trails for the next generation to chase. #galactica #trailblazer #stunts #legacy #icon anne lockhart battlestar female fighter pilot tv daughter of june lockhart stunt riding actress lassie legacy