Because I believe in the community of little children, Because I have suffered such little children to be slain; I have gazed upon the sunlight, dazed, bewildered, As is a child by nothing more than rain.
In the last ten days my command has marched three hundred miles—one hundred of which the snow was two feet deep. After a march of forty miles last night, I, at daylight this morning, attacked a Cheyenne village of one hundred anc thirty lodges, from nine hundred to one thousand warriors strong.
We killed chiefs Black Kettle, White Antelope, and Little Robe, and between four and five hundred other Indians ; captured between four and five hundred ponies and mules. Our loss is nine killed and thirty-eight wounded.
All did nobly. I think I will catch some more of them about eighty miles on Smoky Hill. We found a white man's scalp, not more than three days old, in a lodge.
Robert Bent, guide and interpreter testified:
Colonel Chivington surrounded the village with his troops. When we came in sight of the camp I saw the American flag waving and heard Black Kettle tell the Indians to stand round the flag, and there they were huddled—men, women, and children. This was when we were within fifty yards of the Indians. I also saw a white flag raised. These flags were in so conspicuous a position that they must have heen seen.
When the troops fired the Indians ran, some of the men into their lodges, probably to get their arms. They had time to get away if they bad wanted to. I remained on the field five hours, and when I left there were shots being fired up the creek.
I think there were six hundred Indians in all. I think there were thirty-five braves and some old men, about sixty in all. All fought well. At the time the rest of the men were away from camp, hunting.
They say that music stirs the soul. Stupidity! A lie!
It acts, it acts frightfully (I speak for myself), but not in an ennobling way. It acts neither in an ennobling nor a debasing way, but in an irritating way.
How shall I say it? Music makes me forget my real situation. It transports me into a state which is not my own. Under the influence of music I really seem to feel what I do not feel, to understand what I do not understand, to have powers which I cannot have.
Music seems to me to act like yawning or laughter; I have no desire to sleep, but I yawn when I see others yawn; with no reason to laugh, I laugh when I hear others laugh.
And music transports me immediately into the condition of soul in which he who wrote the music found himself at that time. I become confounded with his soul, and with him I pass from one condition to another. But why that? I know nothing about it?
But he who wrote Beethoven's 'Kreutzer Sonata' knew well why he found himself in a certain condition. That condition led him to certain actions, and for that reason to him had a meaning, but to me none, none whatever. And that is why music provokes an excitement which it does not bring to a conclusion.
For instance, a military march is played; the soldier passes to the sound of this march, and the music is finished. A dance is played; I have finished dancing, and the music is finished. A mass is sung; I receive the sacrament, and again the music is finished. But any other music provokes an excitement, and this excitement is not accompanied by the thing that needs properly to be done, and that is why music is so dangerous, and sometimes acts so frightfully.
And when Freddie Mercury sings, "Lift your head to the stars," you do it, and save the universe.
I first saw Flash Gordon before a sleepover with a friend when a showing of Raisin in the Sun we were going to see (a school chum was in it) was postponed due to an actor's illness. It naturally has been a fave of mine ever since. Not sure I've really wondered about the where are they now thing, but realizing that was 35 years ago sure makes me feel old.
I understand the distaste for Spike Lee's ostensible mansplaining about sex strikes in relation to our rape culture (the blurring of consensual sex and bodily violation is a problem). I will note, however, that Lysistratic nonaction has been used as a way to engage "silent" men in a variety of contexts, which is kind of important if we want to change things.
Thank goodness the Italians never brought their own protection systems, and the Chinese never brought triads, and the Irish never brought their drunken debauchery to cover their funding of the IRA, because that would've been as dangerous as those Muzzies.
The ennobling belief in God is not universal with man; and the belief in spiritual agencies naturally follows from other mental powers. The moral sense perhaps affords the best and highest distinction between man and the lower animals; but I need say nothing on this head, as I have so lately endeavoured to shew that the social instincts,--the prime principle of man's moral constitution--with the aid of active intellectual powers and the effects of habit, naturally lead to the golden rule, "As ye would that men should do to you, do ye to them likewise;" and this lies at the foundation of morality.
When Republican presidential candidate Donald Trump spent millions of dollars on renovations to his golf course in Sterling, Virginia, perhaps his most off-the-wall addition was a historical marker commemorating a Civil War battle on site. But historians told The New York Times for a story published Tuesday that the battle Trump memorialized never happened.
After Trump bought the golf course, which the Times described as a "fixer-upper," he chopped down trees so golfers could see more of the Potomac River and graced the course with his brand name. But it apparently wasn't enough for the real estate mogul: he gave it a place in American history by installing a marker between the 14th and 15th holes with a plaque dubbing the spot "The River of Blood," according to the report.
“Many great American soldiers, both of the North and South, died at this spot,” the inscription read, according to the Times. “The casualties were so great that the water would turn red and thus became known as ‘The River of Blood.’”
Trump told a Times reporter that there were "numerous historians" who told him the golf course was called "The River of Blood," even though he couldn't remember their names.
Multiple historians told the Times that the marker was inconsistent with historical record. While Civil War battles did take place several miles away from Trump's golf course, none occurred on site, the historians said.
If only Shelby Foote and Brian Pohanka were still alive...
Republican presidential candidate Dr. Ben Carson said in an interview that aired Sunday that Thomas Jefferson wrote the Constitution. But in reality, the founding father was the lead author of the Declaration of Independence.
It's not the first time Carson has gotten United States history wrong. As The Wall Street Journal previously flagged, Carson erroneously said the founding fathers had "no elected office experience."
Yes, I've long been interested in separating Carson's conjoined twins of fact and fiction. But he's not alone in conflating the Declaration with our Constitution, nor in suggesting our Founders lacked experience.
After a brief moment near the top of the Republican field, Ben Carson’s numbers have been on the decline. Clearly feeling the pressure to say something crazy enough to outdo professional lunatic Donald Trump, Carson just went full-fascist. And you never go full-fascist.
Having already admitted that he likes the idea of keeping American Muslims (and foreigners) in databases to be watched, Carson seems to be warming to expanding that surveillance to other groups he doesn’t like. At a rally in Columbia, South Carolina, Carson dropped the bombshell that he believes any “anti-American” group should be monitored.
“What I have said is that I would be in favor of monitoring a mosque or any church or any organization or any school or any press corps where there was a lot of radicalization and things that were anti-American.”
... As recently as October, Carson was suggesting that there needs to be a ban on “liberal” speech on college campuses.
“I actually have something I would use the Department of Education to do,” Carson remarked. “It would be to monitor our institutions of higher education for extreme political bias and deny federal funding if it exists.”
His own supporters told him that was dangerously close to censorship, so he assured them that he didn’t mean right-wing speech, he was talking about liberalism.
Don't forget to monitor Quakers. Those fucking Quakers. Anyway, brings to mind Milton's Areopagitica, published on this date in 1644:
We can grow ignorant again, brutish, formal and slavish...Give me the liberty to know, to utter, and to argue freely according to conscience, above all liberties.
"I grant you ample leave To use the hoary formula 'I am' Naming the emptiness where thought is not; But fill the void with definition, 'I' Will be no more a datum than the words You link false inference with, the 'Since' & 'so' That, true or not, make up the atom-whirl. Resolve your 'Ego', it is all one web With vibrant ether clotted into worlds: Your subject, self, or self-assertive 'I' Turns nought but object, melts to molecules, Is stripped from naked Being with the rest Of those rag-garments named the Universe. Or if, in strife to keep your 'Ego' strong You make it weaver of the etherial light, Space, motion, solids & the dream of Time — Why, still 'tis Being looking from the dark, The core, the centre of your consciousness, That notes your bubble-world: sense, pleasure, pain, What are they but a shifting otherness, Phantasmal flux of moments? —"