Caption: Fagradalsfjall volcano in Iceland in May 2021
It’s been a busy year for volcanoes worldwide – what more can I say? Red Mist! The first sales numbers should land tomorrow. Will there be a trend that convinces the publisher to produce an audio version?
Riddle me THIS:
The Biden regime had 25,000 troops sitting in parking garages in DC for weeks to maximize the politics of January 6, but decided not to keep a fraction of that force size in Afghanistan to help with the evacuation of our friends, allies, or to secure the $100 billion in US taxpayer-funded military equipment that is now in Taliban hands.
Acts of absolute feckless incompetence, or the result of a plan executed against American interests by American leadership (treason)?
Ok, maybe we could take a ride on the way-back machine to a point in America’s history, 100 or so years ago.
When Princess Fatima of the Afghan royal family arrived in Washington, she was anxious to be received at the White House by President Harding. His Britannic Majesty’s ambassador, Lord Hardinge, was most disturbed by this and protested to the State Department that Afghanistan was within the British sphere of influence and it was not appropriate for the White House to go around throwing official receptions for emissaries of that country as if it had the right to conduct foreign relations. The State Department agreed, pointing out that America was so uninterested in Afghanistan they didn’t even have a file on the country.
Lord Hardinge thought everything was hunky-dory, and then he woke up to find the newspapers full of photographs of President Harding receiving Princess Fatima, erroneously described as the Sultana of Afghanistan.
The press accounts are full of puzzling details: Her Royal Highness was accompanied by someone styled the ‘State Department Naval Liaison Officer’, a position that does not appear to exist, and by a second man representing himself as the Crown Prince of Egypt, even though he was no such thing. Princess Fatima herself, although perfectly fluent in English, having been educated in India and Britain, told President Harding she did not speak his language and insisted on talking to him through an interpreter, apparently to make herself seem more important. The State Department has now been forced to open a file on Afghanistan.
America’s Afghan policy, from 1921 to 2021 – and, in defiance of the usual trajectory, first farce, then tragedy.
Bernard Lewis said that the danger here (we’re back to a point about six years ago pre-President Trump when he said it) is that America risks being seen as harmless as an enemy, and treacherous as a friend… It’s a very dangerous lesson to teach the planet.
Harmless as an enemy, and treacherous as a friend”: a devastating indictment, and entirely correct. But it neglects the ultimate reality: the bungling superpower can inflict defeat only on itself.
Bikers Against Child Abuse (BACA)
Bikers Against Child Abuse was founded in 1995 by a Native American child psychologist whose ride name is Chief when he came across a young boy who had been subjected to extreme abuse and was too afraid to leave his house. He called the boy to reach out to him, but the only thing that seemed to interest the child was Chief’s bike. Soon, some 20 bikers went to the boy’s neighborhood and were able to draw him out of his house for the first time in weeks.
Baca was founded in 1995 in Provo, Utah by B John Paul “Chief” Lilly.
Chief’s thesis was that a child who has been abused by an adult can benefit psychologically from the presence of even more intimidating adults that they know are on their side. “When we tell a child they don’t have to be afraid, they believe us,” Arizona biker Pipes told azcentral.com. “When we tell them we will be there for them, they believe us.”
They go on runs to protect the child if they feel even the slightest threatened no matter where. If the child needs them to go on vacation with them, they do. Bikers come from across the nation to watch over and take shifts for these kids. And the best part is once you’re adopted into this family as a BACA kid, you’re always one. Even when you’re 40 and the perp gets released from jail, they’ll come meet with you and find your best options for avoiding the person and maintaining the life you’ve built for yourself. Once a BACA child, always a BACA child. In Florida, there’s 100% rate for identifying the perp based on the child’s testimony. Why? Because BACA stands with the child and supports the child so they feel comfortable enough to point out their attacker.
These men and women are available in 36 states, 24 hours a day to stand guard at home, in court, at school, even if the child has a nightmare. Many of them are survivors of childhood abuse as well and know what it’s like to feel scared and alone. (They are also in Canada)
In court, the judge asked the boy, “Are you afraid?” No, the boy said.
Pipes says the judge seemed surprised, and asked, “Why not?”
The boy glanced at Pipes and the other bikers sitting in the front row, two more standing on each side of the courtroom door, and told the judge, “Because my friends are scarier than he is.”
I’m mentioning this group on the blog because if you have money that you want to give to a charitable organization that works to make the world a little better and children a little safer, this is one of those.
Take a Walk on the Far Side
Fowl play was later suspected when the lead investigator questioned why the wife possibly would have accidentally smothered herself with a down pillow…
The Men That Don’t Fit In
-Robert W. Service
There’s a race of men that don’t fit in,
A race that can’t stay still;
So they break the hearts of kith and kin,
And they roam the world at will.
They range the field and they rove the flood,
And they climb the mountain’s crest;
Theirs is the curse of the gypsy blood,
And they don’t know how to rest.
If they just went straight they might go far;
They are strong and brave and true;
But they’re always tired of the things that are,
And they want the strange and new.
They say: “Could I find my proper groove,
What a deep mark I would make!”
So they chop and change, and each fresh move
Is only a fresh mistake.
And each forgets, as he strips and runs
With a brilliant, fitful pace,
It’s the steady, quiet, plodding ones
Who win in the lifelong race.
And each forgets that his youth has fled,
Forgets that his prime is past,
Till he stands one day, with a hope that’s dead,
In the glare of the truth at last.