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July 29, 2020
Attack of the Muppets, Part XXIX
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July 27, 2020
Tyrannies
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Rest in peace, Ms. Melanie Hamilton. We didn’t deserve you.
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July 25, 2020
Secret Police.
Folks, if you have trouble with federal secret police manhandling protestors, demonstrators and dissidents, maybe Socialism just isn’t for you. Stick to the old bourgeois system.
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July 24, 2020
Practicing law? It's never about you, Jack.
From a comment--the kind of comment we've been making here since 2005--I made on ATL Surrogate this morning about advice to new associate lawyers:
Practicing law is never about you.
Learn how to be good lawyer on those sporadic and few but inevitable days when the worse possible things are happening to you personally and/or professionally or around you. I.e., Your car breaks down on the middle of the 14th Street Bridge one morning. You are sick. A child or parent is sick. Your wife just left you. Someone close to you dies. You just received some bad news about a certain case.
A client--any client--will still come first. You really don't get to have a bad day.
The Patient Job, Gerard Seghers (1591–1651). National Gallery in Prague.
Posted by JD Hull at 11:26 AM | Comments (0)
July 21, 2020
Amarcord
November 22, 1963. A Friday. 2:40 PM Central Time. Air Force One. Dallas. Federal Judge Sarah Hughes (N.D. Tex.) swore him in.
Posted by JD Hull at 11:59 PM | Comments (0)
The New “Liberals.”
Not one of my political views, cultural values or causes have changed since 1974. But I’m now called a Racist at least weekly. I’ve not met a single liberal Dem in DC since I got back here in 2015. Not one. The new Left and its new “liberalism” is intolerant, poorly-educated, small-minded, prissy and illiberal. They are not liberals. They are not even close.
Posted by JD Hull at 04:43 PM | Comments (0)
July 20, 2020
The Truth.
#SpeechAndExpression
Use it or lose it.
You’ve Nothing without it.
Zilch. Zero. Nada. Nothing.
Good Speech. Bad Speech. Mean Speech. Loving Speech.
It’s Everything.
Everything.
Posted by JD Hull at 11:02 PM | Comments (0)
Ocean
“Singing to an ocean, I can hear the ocean's roar
Play for free, I play for me and play a whole lot more...
Singing about the good things and the sun that lights the day
I used to sing on the mountains, has the ocean lost its way?”
-~ R. Plant/J. Page, 1973
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#PortlandBeaversMatter
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July 12, 2020
Stop BLM
Don’t be fooled. The organization #BlackLivesMatter is collectivist group-think garbage. Stop this mixed band of GenY muppets, Antifa, losers, ingrates and frauds with all your heart and soul.
Posted by JD Hull at 03:17 PM | Comments (0)
July 11, 2020
7.12.2020
Tonight after midnight (circa 1:45 AM) I’ll have 34 years sober, clean and lucky. Thanks Larry, Helen, Valerie and Mom.
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July 10, 2020
Easter, 1916: "All changed, changed utterly..."
On Easter Monday, April 24, 1916, Irish republican leaders staged an Easter Rising against British rule in Ireland. The uprising, the most significant Irish revolt since 1798, took place mainly in Dublin. It was unsuccessful. The British eventually executed 16 people, including most of the uprising's leaders, for treason. In the five months that followed, William Butler Yeats, poet, pol, patriot and mystic, wrote and completed "Easter, 1916":
I have met them at close of day
Coming with vivid faces
From counter or desk among grey
Eighteenth-century houses.
I have passed with a nod of the head
Or polite meaningless words,
Or have lingered awhile and said
Polite meaningless words,
And thought before I had done
Of a mocking tale or a gibe
To please a companion
Around the fire at the club,
Being certain that they and I
But lived where motley is worn:
All changed, changed utterly:
A terrible beauty is born.
That woman's days were spent
In ignorant good-will,
Her nights in argument
Until her voice grew shrill.
What voice more sweet than hers
When, young and beautiful,
She rode to harriers?
This man had kept a school
And rode our winged horse;
This other his helper and friend
Was coming into his force;
He might have won fame in the end,
So sensitive his nature seemed,
So daring and sweet his thought.
This other man I had dreamed
A drunken, vainglorious lout.
He had done most bitter wrong
To some who are near my heart,
Yet I number him in the song;
He, too, has resigned his part
In the casual comedy;
He, too, has been changed in his turn,
Transformed utterly:
A terrible beauty is born.
Hearts with one purpose alone
Through summer and winter seem
Enchanted to a stone
To trouble the living stream.
The horse that comes from the road.
The rider, the birds that range
From cloud to tumbling cloud,
Minute by minute they change;
A shadow of cloud on the stream
Changes minute by minute;
A horse-hoof slides on the brim,
And a horse plashes within it;
The long-legged moor-hens dive,
And hens to moor-cocks call;
Minute by minute they live:
The stone's in the midst of all.
Too long a sacrifice
Can make a stone of the heart.
O when may it suffice?
That is Heaven's part, our part
To murmur name upon name,
As a mother names her child
When sleep at last has come
On limbs that had run wild.
What is it but nightfall?
No, no, not night but death;
Was it needless death after all?
For England may keep faith
For all that is done and said.
We know their dream; enough
To know they dreamed and are dead;
And what if excess of love
Bewildered them till they died?
I write it out in a verse -
MacDonagh and MacBride
And Connolly and Pearse
Now and in time to be,
Wherever green is worn,
Are changed, changed utterly:
A terrible beauty is born.
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July 08, 2020
The New White Liberals
Every day ‘white liberals’ destroy more ideas, words, history and good people than Pol Pot. Get off your knees. Stand up to them.
#ResistWhiteTrashLiberals
Posted by JD Hull at 03:33 PM | Comments (0)
July 05, 2020
BLM Deux
Can we talk about BLM? I’m a lifelong classic liberal. Voted mainly Dem (until recently) my whole life, worked on Hill for Dem Senator, raised $ for national Dem candidates, active in civil and human rights since I was 21. Even wrote professionally about C/H rights. I didn’t vote for Trump. Black Lives Matter (BLM) started up 7 summers ago. BLM is not “liberal.” BLM is a textbook Fascist organization. BLM at this point is only partly Black-run. BLM gets by on color and race pandering. BLM is, ironically, racist itself. BLM detests the vast majority of Americans. BLM is anti-freedom. BLM wants Americans to think, speak and act alike. Exactly alike, too. I implore you. Don’t buy into it. Fight it. #ResistBLM
Posted by JD Hull at 05:41 PM | Comments (0)
July 03, 2020
Pickett’s March
157 years. July 3, 1863. 2:05 to 2:30 PM. Gettysburg. Mainly a march. Not a charge. A hot day. Over 1100 CSA men died in that cornfield alone headed toward Emmitsburg Rd. 1,123 to be exact. In 25 minutes. They don’t know what love is. They’ve no idea. I love you all.
Below: Pickett's march from the Confederate line looking toward the Union lines. Ziegler's Grove on the left; clump of trees on right. By Edwin Forbes (1839-1895)
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July 02, 2020
Americans: Born Outlaws.
Americans are born outlaws. 2021? Year 232 of our current form of business. Still a very new nation. Happy 4th, Everyone.
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