Happy Father’s Day

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A Few Thoughts

I have enjoyed being a father (girls right) and a grandfather. It’s possible that I could live long enough to be a great-grandfather. Going back in time, I recall meeting my paternal great-grandfather, who lived to be eighty-five. He was the youngest of fourteen children and the son of pioneers who crossed the prairie in a wagon. We all live in our own personal worlds. His started by candlelight with travel by horse or early train, and he lived to see nuclear energy and early spaceflight.

When my grandmothers were born, the Constitution did not grant women the right to vote. The 19th Amendment, passed by Congress on June 4, 1919, and ratified on August 18, 1920, granted women the right to vote. It’s only been within the last century. When you think about it, women’s lives were profoundly changed with the development of the birth control pill (at first, only proscribed to married women) in the 1960s. I know it’s Father’s Day, but you don’t have one without the other unless you’re woke…

 

Bullet Points:

** RIP Louis Gossett Jr. (1936-2024). He was an excellent actor. Gossett struggled with a debilitating illness during the 1990s and early 2000s, having been given a prognosis of six months to live by a doctor at one stage. In 2001, he learned much of his illness was due to toxic mold in his Malibu home. On February 9, 2010, Gossett announced that he had prostate cancer. He added the disease was caught in its early stages, and he expected to make a full recovery. In late December 2020, Gossett was hospitalized in Georgia with COVID-19. Gossett died at a rehabilitation center in Santa Monica, California, on March 29, 2024, at the age of 87. The cause of death was attributed to chronic obstructive pulmonary disease; other contributing factors were heart failure and atrial fibrillation.

** Decisions – Shawn Ryan lays it out perfectly. If you want a family, if you want a life, sometimes you have to make hard decisions.

** Only in math can you buy sixty-three cantaloupes, and nobody asks what the hell is wrong with you.

** For Fathers who want to know whether their Southern Gal is mad at them, she isn’t. She said, “Fine.”

** The Sermonette acknowledges the Ethiopian Bible. Written on goat skin, it was the world’s first illustrated Christian Bible and was written around the early fifth century. You may ask so what? Exactly. I needed something for a sermonette besides a sappy homily to fathers.

** The sorta sermonette continues…Ramses II—Where has his carcass been all these years? Oh, the same place they found it. Ramesses II (c. 1279–1213 BC): Ramesses II, or Ramesses the Great, is the most common figure for the Exodus pharaoh as Rameses is mentioned in the Bible as a place name (see Genesis 47:11, Exodus 1:11, Numbers 33:3, etc.) and because of other lines of contextual evidence. Maybe a mention of Moses will show up in the investigation. There is a lot of speculation among Near East Scholars that while Moses likely existed, the Exodus slave revolt may not have gone down as recorded in the Bible. Will this discovery help set the record straight?

** Dangerfield talks about his wife…father’s day edition.

 

** Why Americans mistrust our elections. (PJ Media) What isn’t mentioned is that, according to the polls, the vast majority of all Americans, including minority groups, believe ID should be presented to cast a ballot.

** You can pretend to be a girl, but you’ll still need a prostate exam at age 40.

** Your word of the day…charcoal.

** Pedo Joe discussing his relationship with his wife, Jill Biden – they go back a long way.

** Has anyone noticed that if you fly the American flag, everyone knows who your’re voting for?

** BRM has a discussion here of spicy Korean ramen. I’ve had some that will put hair on your chest and some that will burn it all off. I enjoy Korean cooking so long as it’s not a Labrador Retriever. From personal views of markets in the Republic of Korea, that would seem to be the favorite breed.

 

 

** Old NFO discusses writing and writing strategies. It’s a generational thing, with younger readers (the few there are) expecting the equivalent of a comic book in a novel. I’m writing a short story and am struggling with the same thing Old NFO struggles with. What does it take to create a movie in the reader’s mind—and no more?  In a world of instant gratification, are people willing to read for the punchline (which, in a short, isn’t that far away)? Is graphic sex and violence the only thing that the video game audience finds satisfying?

** Why are we judged by our credit scores when the nation is $34 trillion in debt?

** (Graphic right) When I think about my father, who fought in World War Two, came home, married, bought a house, had kids, etc., I wonder if he lived the life that he truly wanted to live. Men do live lives of quiet desperation. He died in an automobile accident in 1989, and my sense was that he did not. He made a mess of his life in many ways, and he knew it. I have tried to learn from his good points and his bad points. For the record, I have lived the life I wanted to live, and those around me know it. I’ve tried to suck the marrow out of experiences and haven’t been afraid of taking risks. My father was selfish, and I have tried diligently not to be. We all have to take care of our interests, but it’s important to do it without leaving your path littered with corpses. Were any of his four marriages happy? Maybe the last one. She died in the accident with him, by all accounts, trying to help him. RIP, Dad.

** Russian mindset (h/t Claudio) – Russians encounter their world the same way everyone else encounters theirs. The result of their encounter (in general) differs from how Americans face and react to theirs. In terms of sense of humor, the Russians’ sense is close to that of Americans (not the way the British see things – two people separated by a common language). In war, Russians are willing to trudge to their deaths because (a) it’s inevitable, and (b) life,, in general,, sucks for conscripted Russians. Better a quick death than a lingering death in the Russian army. Russians brood over things in a way that Westerners usually do not. It makes them good chess players and explains why they lead the world in ax murders. Those who have spent time in Russia and China know why China is the much greater enemy.

** Chinese mindset: (1) Make lots of money; (2) Marry and have posterity; (3) Build a monument to yourself. I have had a problem with a Chinese client. They’re being Chinese, which is to say, annoying to me (as they would be to any Westerner). Being celestials, they feel that they are untouchable because of their superior intellect. Suddenly, their big money source died on them. They can’t figure it out. What went wrong? Things were going so well. They’re now excluded from travel to the nation (not the US) that was their cash cow, and that nation’s intelligence service is turned against them. How could that happen so suddenly? I sit back and smile. –This is an actual contemporary scenario. They try damage control only to find that nothing works for them. This is a very Chinese situation.

 

Father’s Day Maps

Fathers must work harder to fix this imbalance problem in many nations.

 

 

 

 

Identify the Aircraft

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In the referenced photo, the IJN aircraft carrier Kaga conducts air operations on 11 May 1937.

Can you identify the aircraft visible in the photo? (more than one type)

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What about it, Old NFO?

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“Get to da choppa” – two different choppas

 

Parting Shot

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61 thoughts on “Happy Father’s Day

  1. One looks like Aichi D1A early dive bomber used until 1942.

    International variants- Fathers day in Australia is the first Sunday in September. Though I did pick up another rifle today. Sauer 101 in .243 as something different to try on feral goats etc.

    1. Stay with the lighter bullet weights with that .243 because you want that high velocity, flat-shooting performance for goats. You should get one-shot kills. The hydrostatic shock will kill them even if the shot placement is a little off.

  2. A nice remembrance of your father, although not what you would call an idillic influence. If you are nothing else, you can always be an example, either good or bad. It’s up to all of us as individuals to set our own path. Jerry Clower, whose father had abandoned their family when he was young, had a poignant talk about how an old black woman had set him straight on his thinking as a child. She told him that the Bible said to honor their mothers and fathers, not just if they were great, but if they had been no good bums also. I try my best to be a good father and husband, but still come up short. Aren’t we all a work in progress?

    1. I was raised by my grandparents. I don’t think that my father ever gave them a dollar to help pay for me while I grew up. You can say that money doesn’t matter, but it does. It shows commitment and responsibility. I could blaggard him here and don’t want to do that. I loved him and even though he’s gone, I still do. I just didn’t become the man that he was. My mother wasn’t any better. She’s still alive and I write her every month, but she had less to do with raising me than he did.

      1. [if I may chime in]…and yet, despite it all, look how you turned out…exceptional by all accounts. Dr. Laura (yeah, her…no nonsense straight shooter) wrote a book, “Bad Childhood – Good Life”. You personify her point of not using your “parental” experience as an excuse to carry the bad water forward, instead wisely put that bucket down and make something (a lot!) of yourself. Now look, four terrific/incredible daughters, a great life by any account…etc. Everyone has their “thing” that drives them forward in life, it’s okay to use it to strive…it’s a decision. And thank God for your grandparents…true saints to step up.

        1. I dated Dr. Laura back when she was single and worked at KQIZ across from South Coast Plaza on Bear St. in Costa Mesa. I met her in the mall in a book store. I was a lean, mean, fighting machine. It wasn’t a love connection but she was fun. It was years after that when she became “more famous.” Those were her more wild years.

  3. Identify the Aircraft:
    1. Nakajima A4N, Aichi D1A Susie
    2. Mitsubishi Ki-46 Helen
    3. Tachikawa Ki-77
    4. Lockheed NP-3D
    5. Flying: Piasecki HRP Rescuer
    On deck: Piasecki H-21 Shawnee

  4. Fathers. Sometimes you can’t live with ’em but you sure can’t live without ’em. If yours is still around, consider yourself blessed. R.I.P. W.W.W. Sr., 1909 – 2001.

      1. Father, Soldier, Son: Memoir of a Platoon Leader in Vietnam by Nathaniel Tripp available new on Amazon for about $19 or about a third that used.

  5. I was fortunate (apparently, VERY fortunate) to have an exceptional father, who always credited my mother for his success. We three boys personify various elements of dad…and as we get older we realize this even more, still invoking his wise teachings and personality when confronted by “life”. He still teaches, often with his brand of stern humor. How is that possible when we prematurely lost him 27 year ago at 57? We miss him but never forget his approach to life and learning, and…still..try to make him proud. Yeah, we boys were/are lucky. (And mom was his equal, of which he reminded us).
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    I’m a half mile South of the Wyoming border…the dichotomy is glaring. The way I look at it, 2A is my carry permit…everything else the Scumbags in DC or the Colorado Statehouse does to undermine my Constitutional right(s) is negated by that glaring fact. Regardless, we took the CCA “class” years ago but never did the actual permit part. At the time (might be different now) the Sheriff was required to charge us in excess of $200 each for a Federal background check and “admin fees” for “the permit”. Ticked me off so never wasted my time and cash to follow thru, especially when every state had its own stupid rules if I drove over the border…like Nazi Germany…”Show me your papers?!” So, no, not playing. Don’t need to. Someone shows up on the property to do harm and (rather not mind you but will if I have to) I/we will defend as necessary. Once this place becomes too much and we wish to downsize, the next chapter will be a half mile North in a State who recognizes my unalienable rights as an American citizen, one not run by fools, nitwits, and psychopaths (or less so).
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    Sermonette- History is interesting, certainly…but those ancient aspects of Biblical data and events…I figure God (hopefully I make it to His fold) will reveal all…assuming I care if received. Kim Du Toit posed a question the other day: “What five historical events would you like to visit/revisit?” Assuming I was immune as only an observer… pyramid construction was one, the Exodus was another (Red Sea, Reed Sea?)…so was Washington Crossing the Delaware as I grew up fifteen minutes from the spot. Interetingly, commenters picked at least one or two Biblical events. Telling about the heart of man. Origins matter.

  6. The 60’s brought the birth control pill to women and TV (news included) to the dinner table…and everything changed.

  7. I’m lucky in that I knew two great-grandfathers. The older was born in 1868 and lived to 1965. He was mentally sharp to the end. The other lived from 1875-1960. Both lived through interesting times.
    I’ve never tried Korean ramen, though one time a chanced upon a can of Korean C-rations. Out of curiosity I opened it and found it was full of red cabbage. The flavor wasn’t bad, but it was certainly spicy.

  8. LL you have a wonderful children. Thanks for sharing on Father’s Day.
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    Writing that results in the reader living the story visually in the mind is difficult to consistently achieve. I have no idea how in the very old days using an ink quill and paper they did it. One tiny mistake… huge mess to fix.
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    Did you notice the rope work on the Ethiopian bible? Modern. How many times did that carry rope get replaced over the years.
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    It saddens me to see so few donut shops in some states. Perhaps there needs to be a new law requiring more. No, never mind, they’d be awful if subsidized by regulations.

    1. I’m happy that there aren’t any doughnut shops close to me. I’m a sucker for a well-made apple fritter.

      1. Brown’s donuts on the Ocean City Boardwalk (up the coast 10 miles from Wildwood)…walk down, see them come off the conveyor, add your preferred topping…then eat the entire bag while strolling early morning on the boards next to the ocean and rising sun. Perfectamundo. I’d be doing that 3-4 times per week, losing my svelte (pk, semi-svelte) “figure”.

          1. Heh…and okay if that brings a little life fun…especially considering too many self-loathers are trying to force the rest of us into their mental illness mode.

  9. My father was one of the nicest, most caring people you could ever meet, content to be a family man. My mother was much more ambitious. They divorced when I was in second grade. He was inducted in late November of 1941, and eventually wound up as a B-17 pilot flying 35 combat missions over Europe. He served for the entire war. He had nothing to prove to anyone. I didn’t really get to know him until I moved in with him and his second wife while going to college.

    My passion has always been marksmanship. I managed to get my NRA Highpower Rifle Master card back in the 90’s. Among other things, both of our boys made it to Sharpshooter. Our daughter did not compete, but the first time on the police academy range, an instructor asked her “Who taught you how to shoot?”.

    I’ve always like Theodore Roosevelt’s take–

    “It is not the critic who counts; not the man who points out how the strong man stumbles, or where the doer of deeds could have done them better. The credit belongs to the man who is actually in the arena, whose face is marred by dust and sweat and blood; who strives valiantly; who errs, who comes short again and again, because there is no effort without error and shortcoming; but who does actually strive to do the deeds; who knows great enthusiasms, the great devotions; who spends himself in a worthy cause; who at the best knows in the end the triumph of high achievement, and who at the worst, if he fails, at least fails while daring greatly, so that his place shall never be with those cold and timid souls who neither know victory nor defeat.”

    1. Thanks for the TR quote reminder…my dad personified that and worked to instill those tenets into us “boys”.

  10. Louis Gossett Jr….some actors own the screen when they show up in a scene, he was one. Always liked him as an actor, heard he was a good guy as well. Need more like him. Rest in Peace.

  11. If you’re pretending to be a girl, chances are you’re looking forward to the prostate exam.
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    I can testify to the accuracy of the doughnut density map, at least locally. Some intersections
    in R.I. have one on all four corners.
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    – Kle.

  12. one minor quibble (perhaps a apell check error):
    I thought (perhaps incorrectly) thtat birth control pills could be prescribed at first only for married women: Wiktionary appears to be confused though th OED (Vol VII, 1937) is quite clear.
    I grew up an only with a father who carefully, cautiously, lovingly guided my steps,instilling in me the glory that was America in the ’40s-’60s allowing me to make my own mistakes (just short of jail). He saw (and appreciated) the difference having lived in Czechoslovakia ’til his mid twenties.
    He had an older brother (with two boys) who screamed at them in public if they didn’t follow precisely the path he’d laid out (in his mind) for them.
    His eldest brother had two girls who spoke Hungarian fluently because he beat it into them with a leather strap (his wife spoke Plattdeutsch, a bit of English and of course, Hungarian).
    I was the only one on his side who volunteered; I keep wondering if there’s any correlation.
    I looked around at my friends’ fathers and have, to this day, considered how lucky I was; I’ve tried to do/be the same for my kids. I think it tends to be most often more like a genetic disease, passed down.
    Blessed are the kids with good fathers (who appreciate the hard work involved in raising them).

  13. revisiting the Concealed Carry map, I wonder if there’s any correlation between the “Pemit Required” and the degree/$ amount of “Social Welfare” burden.

  14. My father and I didn’t have a great relationship. I was there to hold the flashlight, or so it seemed. At age 60, divorced, he seemed to hit “pause” and started to reinvent his life. Our relationship changed for the better. He died a few years later from un-diagnosed obstructive sleep apnea. Two regrets. First, that we didn’t have time to reinvent our relationship. Two, my sons didn’t have him in their lives. He was wonderful with other’s children; just not his own. What I did learn from him was a strong work ethic. By example, I learned to tackle situations without excuses. Car broke down on top of a mountain pass in a snowstorm? Crawl under it and figure out how to patch it together enough to get home. That attitude has served me well in life.

  15. Oh, oh, I know that one! It’s the EATS bird out of Pt. Magu (PMTC). It’s modded with a Extended Area Test System Radar back there, similar to what one now sees on the ‘Wedgetail’ birds.

    And yes, hitting that ‘sweet spot’ on writing IS hard. sigh…

  16. I didn’t mention my own father, a dairy farmer of world class Holstein cattle. Got married when he was 35 in 1947. Had six productive sons. He was 46 when I was born. I asked him what he was thinking? He replied; “I needed help, they were leaving home! I had anther after you!” Lived to be 101.5. Sharp till the end. Lost him 11 years ago. Still miss him every day. I try to emulate him, I’m sure I come up short. I’ve dedicated my remaining working years to taking care of other peoples parents like my father showed me how.

    1. “Needed help”… Yup. Dad used tomsay in olden times they had lots of kids because too many would die and the parents needed the help. Not wrpng…but 100% true.
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      My older brother and I were shoveling the long driveway, dad was out there with his cigarette and coffee “supervising” (he and mom went sledding with the neighborhood adults and dad messed up his leg or else he’d be helping). Neighbor dad walks over (he had young kids), looks at us, looks at dad with annoyance, then says, “Hey, that’s not fair, my kids aren’t big enough to help.” Without skipping a beat dad says, “Well, that’s what you have them for, problem is they’re only good for a couple of years.”
      —- Dad wisdom…a little insulting but 100% true. That stuff sticks with you.

  17. Annoying Chinese: Yes, the assumption of superiority is automatic. I’m guessing you were writing for brevity rather than comprehensiveness, but from what I can tell, in their minds it’s not just (or even mainly) “my superior intellect” as it’s “my superior culture.” The two saving graces (such as they are) are that the Chinese have the decency to not drag God into it, and they’re slightly less hypocritical. “We’re doing this shit unto you because we are superior, and because we have the power to do it. And screw you if you don’t like it.” None of this “doing it for your own good” nonsense.

    As to fathers. I was in a store this afternoon. A really tall guy in his 50s was with three teenagers. They were looking at various kitchen gadgets and very clearly just enjoying each other’s company. It was obvious from their conversation (dad had one of those booming voices) that it was Dad and kids. And also obvious that they didn’t live together. Which was sort of sad, but it did my heart good to see how happy they were chatting and laughing about cheese slicers and egg cups and so forth.

    My own Dad always did his best, and he always meant well. We got along great when I was a wee child, but butted heads when I became a teenager. At some point I started to understand how difficulties (or maybe traumas) in his own childhood had affected him, and one day (literally in a day) when I’d finally grown up some, I decided to “put down the burden” as it were. That decision to just let it go made a large, and positive, difference to our relationship.

  18. “I have had a problem with a Chinese client…
    What went wrong?
    I sit back and smile.” Not surprised by this…

    “Fathers must work harder to fix this imbalance problem in many nations.”
    What fathers? At least here in the U.S. the left has done all they could to destroy the American Family and fathers.

    1. Chinese like to deliberate more than act. My sense is to launch on warning and land the first punch. We approach problems differently.

  19. Dad was at Normandy and Bastogne.
    But a lot of guys were.
    Boy Scout leader.
    Ford engineer and manager.
    When he was given 6 months to live my wife insisted I spend every Saturday with him.
    That went on for 6 years.
    He taught me wrenching, carpentry and self-reliance.
    I don’t miss him. I hear him in my head everyday.
    I always know what he would do. And mostly do it.

  20. I’ve spoken with a couple experts on Egyptology.
    They say we don’t read about Moses in Egyptian history because it was such black eye for them.
    Unlike the Jews, they didn’t record their failures.
    The gap in their history is about the time of Moses.

  21. Header painting…immediately reminded me of the Skagen (Denmark) beach MrsPaulM and I sat on for four hours having i e cream comes watching the sun set (it’s the thing to do) one June quite a few years back. Incredible light and clarity up there on the coast preferred by artists.

  22. There were at least three major slave revolts. Maybe more shrouded in the fog of time. They were separated by many hundreds of years. There is speculation (the plausibility test more than possibility) that the one led by Moses circa 1250 BC was the last of those and incorporated primarily Levites (scribes, etc.) This is from Jewish authors. I can provide book titles and authors if anyone cares.
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    The book of Exodus says that they had been in Egypt for four hundred years following their initial arrival during the lifetime of Jacob, one of the biblical patriarchs, probably in about the seventeenth century BC. If so, they would have arrived in Egypt during the Hyksos and then remained in Egypt during the heyday of the Late Bronze Age, including the Amarna period. In 1987, the French Egyptologist Alain Zivie discovered the tomb of a man named Aper-El, which is a Semitic name, who served as the vizier (the highest appointed official) to Pharaohs Amenhotep III and Akhenaten during the fourteenth century BC.
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    Clues in the biblical stories suggest that if the Exodus did take place, it did so during the mid-thirteenth century BC, for we are told that the Hebrews at the time were busy building the “supply cities” named Pithom and Rameses for the pharaoh (Exod. 1:11–14). Archaeological excavations at the sites of these ancient cities indicate that they were begun by Seti I, ca. 1290 BC, who may have been “the Pharaoh who knew not Joseph,” and were completed by Ramses II (ca. 1250 BC), who may be the pharaoh of the Exodus. Ramses II is well known to modern tourists of Egypt and aficionados of nineteenth-century literature, for it is his fallen statue at the Ramesseum—his mortuary temple in Egypt near the Valley of the Kings—that prompted Percy Bysshe Shelley to write the famous poem “Ozymandias”: I met a traveler from an antique land Who said: “Two vast and trunkless legs of stone Stand in the desert. Near them on the sand, Half sunk, a shattered visage lies, whose frown And wrinkled lip and sneer of cold command Tell that its sculptor well those passions read Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things, The hand that mocked them and the heart that fed. And on the pedestal these words appear: ‘My name is Ozymandias, King of Kings: Look on my works, ye mighty, and despair!’ Nothing beside remains. Round the decay Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare, The lone and level sands stretch far away. The poem was published in 1818, just five years before Jean-François Champollion’s successful decipherment of Egyptian hieroglyphics. Shelley had to depend upon the ancient Greek historian Diodorus Siculus’s incorrect translation of Ramses II’s throne name as Ozymandias rather than the correct User-maat-re Setep-en-re.
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    Identifying Ramses II as the pharaoh of the Exodus—the identification most frequently found in both scholarly and popular books—does not work if one also wishes to follow the chronology presented by the Bible. The biblical account places the Exodus at approximately 1450 BC, based upon the statement in 1 Kings (6:1) that the event occurred some 480 years before Solomon built the Temple in Jerusalem (which is dated to about 970 BC). However, this date of 1450 BC falls near the end of the reign of the pharaoh Thutmose III, when Egypt was an extremely powerful force in the Near East. Thutmose III was in firm control of the land of Canaan, having fought a major battle at the site of Megiddo in 1479 BC. It is extremely unlikely that he would have allowed the Israelites to flee from Egypt to that region or that his successors would have allowed them to wander around for forty years before settling down, particularly since Egypt retained firm control of the region even after the reign of Thutmose III.
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    Archaeologists favor an alternative date of 1250 BC for the Exodus, which ignores the biblical chronology but makes more sense from an archaeological and historical point of view. It makes more sense because the date falls during the reign of Ramses II, the pharaoh who completed the biblical cities of Pithom and Rameses. It also corresponds to the approximate date for the destruction of several cities in Canaan by an unknown hand and allows as much as forty years for the Israelites to wander around in the desert before entering and conquering Canaan, as the biblical account describes, and yet still have them arrive in time to be mentioned by Pharaoh Merneptah in his “Israel Stele”—an inscription that dates to 1207 BC and is the earliest mention outside the Bible of an entity known as Israel. This inscription, which I have mentioned in passing above, dates to the fifth year of Pharaoh Merneptah’s reign.
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    Sir William Matthew Flinders Petrie discovered it in February 1896 within Merneptah’s mortuary temple, located near the Valley of the Kings across the Nile River from the modern town of Luxor. On the stele, Merneptah’s inscription claims that he conquered a people known as “Israel,” located in Canaan. It reads specifically: The kings are prostrate, saying: “Mercy!” Not one raises his head among the Nine Bows. Desolation is for Tehenu; Hatti is pacified; Plundered is the Canaan with every evil; Carried off is Ashkelon; seized upon is Gezer; Yanoam is made as that which does not exist; Israel is laid waste, his seed is not; Hurru has become a widow for Egypt! All lands together, they are pacified; Everyone who was restless, he has been bound. Although numerous sites have been excavated that could potentially be related to the Exodus, including the ongoing and recent digs at Hazor in Israel and Tell el-Borg in the North Sinai, there is currently virtually nothing that sheds a specific light on the historicity of the Exodus—all is inference so far. On the other hand, what might one expect to find as artifacts of Israelites camped in the desert for forty years more than three thousand years ago? If they were wandering, instead of living in permanent structures, they would probably have used tents with postholes, just as the Bedouins of today do. Consequently, an archaeologist searching for visible remnants of the Exodus will probably not find the remains of permanent structures, and any tent peg holes would long since have been obliterated. Similarly, numerous efforts to identify the biblical ten plagues that tormented the Egyptians, including frogs, locusts, boils, flies, hail, and the killing of the Egyptian firstborn children, have been either unsuccessful or unconvincing. However, this has certainly not been due to a lack of effort.
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    There is also no evidence to substantiate the biblical account of the parting of the Red (Reed) Sea. Overall, despite innumerable attempts (many of which have been featured on cable television channels) to propose hypotheses that will account for the phenomena described in the Bible, including efforts to link them to the eruption of the Santorini volcano in the Aegean, definite proof—whether archaeological, geological, or other—has remained elusive. One could ask what evidence an archaeologist might hope to find for the parting of the sea: the waterlogged remains of the pharaoh’s drowned charioteers, along with their horses, chariots, and weapons. Thus far, nothing has come to light, despite occasional claims to the contrary.
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    Exodus is historically relevant, for the Israelites were among the groups of peoples who would make up a new world order, emerging out of the chaos that was the end of the Late Bronze Age as the world moved into the Iron Age.

    1. This is excellent LL. Danka. ‘Course, now that my illusions have been [mostly] shattered I need to rethink my position on the “event”.

    2. Great info LL. More please. I have no data, little to no knowledge, just thoughts and questions on the Exodus chronicle…
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      Was it the main body of the Red Sea that was parted or was it the ancient canal of the Pharaohs or any one of the numerous branches of the Nile or the streams or rivers at the north end of the Red Sea. The folks fleeing knew where the Red Sea shoreline was so either they had a plan on boats or were actually further north where one could walk east into the other lands.
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      The Red Sea was a busy commercial corridor by sail and trade routes inland, and the shore line of the Red Sea, and Sinai was a busy place with harbors, mining, fishing, and towns. Kind of hard to hide thousands of fleeing slaves.
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      Various mining towns, military forts, fishing towns, and trade routes were all over the Sinai desert, shores, and mountains. It has some rugged wilderness, but it’s not really a big place as it’s smaller than West Virginia. A large group wandering about for numerous years would get noticed, would interact with the trade routes, towns, military patrols, so on. You’d think they’d get discovered. So did the Egyptian leadership not care, just left them alone?
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      Moses knew the general geography of the area. Would have been aware of the mining and commerce. May of had allies in some of the far corners of the empire. He was educated. He had a plan of some sort. Did it just all fall apart as they learned about the military chariots following them? Then divine help was the solution.
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      But start in Egypt. You’re leaving, supposedly with permission. But wary of course. What direction would you go, where was food and watering holes, roads, so on. How wide and long is your column of followers on a road march. They’d be very noticeable. They started with some kind of general plan, resources they brought with them. It seems odd to me you’d head towards the Red Sea unless you knew boats were available.
      *
      Any guidance, thoughts, ideas on this are most welcome as it’s a giant puzzle to me. The stuff LL described above on dates and Pharaohs was a great help.

        1. On the watch list for later…Thx Ed. Then there’s Bob Cornuke and his collaborators (https://baseinstitute.org/)…he has some excellent work on the Exodus (first time I heard of the Reed Sea v. Red Sea), Mount Sinai, Noah’s Ark, and Paul’s Shipwreck (Malta)…among others. Fascinating research and accounts, including boots on the ground adventures, using Biblical text as clues to locating historical evidence that these events actually happened.

  23. So I just got through the checkpoint at BOS. At the show-your-ID-and-have-your-photo-taken station (yes, they take “temporary” photos here) the TSA person said to the woman in front of me, “Do you have another form of ID?” The woman said, “Yes” and then just stood there with a bovine expression. I can’t decide if this was oppositional defiance, or plain stupidity. I’d like to think the former (hero) but it’s probably the latter (zero).

    At the Rapeyscan a guy with a vaguely middle eastern accent had some sort of exemption from being scanned. He was supposed to go through the metal detector instead. There was one of those “rope barriers” blocking the metal detector. The inner-city person nominally manning the detector was taking his time, chatting with some Latina, then finally made the crook-fingered “come on” wave to the exempt guy. Exempt guy started to move the rope. This prompted a stern bark from inner-city guy. “Don’t touch that! You’re not allowed to touch that!” Exempt guy put up his hands and said plaintively, “I was just trying to help!” I was tempted to launch into a polemic on “This is not about security, this is about obedience training. And humiliation. You idiot.” But I held it in. 😇

    I swear they deliberately pick persons with heavy foreign accents to make the gate announcements, like it’s some kind of game. The gate 15 person (very heavy Afro-Frenchy accent) started speaking on the PA and the people at 14 keyed their mike live and cackled for two seconds before abruptly cutting off. The surliest two Buddhist monks I’ve ever seen are waiting near me. They aren’t big, but they look MEAN. This is turning out to be an interesting morning. I haven’t even had to listen to the voices in my head for entertainment.

    1. Exactly why I won’t fly anymore, I hate being obedient to inane ‘symbolism over substance’ (h/t Rush).

      You shoulda spoke to them in Swedish, really screwed with their heads…altho, that might have ended the recounting here a bit different – “Uh, I’m in the holding room, missed my flight, all because TSA can’t believe a Chinaman can speak Swedish so I must be a terrorist.”…or something along those lines.

      Be safe out there among “the English”.

      1. I’m flying for work these days after not flying for years.
        The last 12 hour drive took it’s toll on me.
        The “temporary” pictures are not mandatory. I just said “no”. Then I said it again.
        I was with a southern friend of mine at the convenience store and the clerk asked him if he had any ID.
        He answered, “About what?”

        1. Polite civil disobedience does work. As for your friend. NICE ONE! (hahaha).
          Southern buddy told me this joke about a word game show contestant, a Southern gal:
          [Secret word was “deer”]
          Host: “Clue word is….”…”Doe”
          Southern Gal: “Knob!”

          He then follows up with: “Winder” is the proper pronunciation for “window” ….about lost consciousness I was laughing so hard. Needless to say the rest of the week was one after another of southern-speak.

  24. Do you remember when Mark Steyn was pretty much a lone voice crying in the wilderness of catastrophic demographic suicide? It everywhere now.

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