Hold Trump's Manhood Cheap
Eleven Addresses to the Lord
Holy, as I suppose I dare to call youwithout pretending to know anything about youbut infinite capacity everywhere & always& in particular certain goodness to me.Yours is the crumpling, to my sister-in-law terrifying thunder,yours the candelabra buds sticky in Spring,Christ’s mercy,the gloomy wisdom of godless Freud:yours the lost souls in ill-attended wards,those agonized thro’ the worldIt this instant of time, all evil men,Belsen, Omaha Beach,—incomprehensible to man your ways.May be the Devil after all exists.‘I don’t try to reconcile anything’ said the poet at eighty,‘This is a damned strange world.’
A Clever Set Of Fellows
On October 8, 1812, the United States sailed for a second cruise in the squadron of Commodore Rodgers. On October 12th, Captain Decatur fortunately separated from the fleet and stood to the eastward. On the 25th, in latitude 29° N., longitude 29° 30' W., while close-hauled on the port tack, with the wind fresh S.S.E., a sail was sighted about twelve miles to windward. This vessel afterward proved to be the British frigate Macedonian, 38, Captain John S. Garden, a noted martinet, and an officer who prided himself on having his ship in the highest state of efficiency.
The Macedonian, having sighted the American ship, made all sail in chase and bore down with topmast and topgallant-studdingsails set until almost within range, when she hauled by the wind to keep the weather-gage. Decatur kept his luff and began the action with a broadside, which fell short; but the next time his long 245 reached home, while the fire of the Macedonian did little or no damage.
At 10.10 Captain Carden, determining to close, bore up and came down on the American ship with the wind on his port quarter. Captain Decatur, meanwhile, laid his maintopsail to the mast and kept up a terrific fire as the Macedonian approached, and she, hauling up, replied with her starboard battery, but the United States fired twice to the Englishman's once, dismounting the guns of her starboard battery and cutting her crew down with grape and canister like sheep.
At 10.45 a shot carried away the mizzenmast, and the men on it were lost. Captain Carden now called away his boarders, and, putting his helm hard aport, prepared to board, but a shot carried away the fore-brace, and the yard swung round, throwing the ship up in the wind and exposing her to a raking fire from the United States.
By eleven, the Macedonian's fore- and maintopmast and main-yard had been shot away all of her boats were smashed, two guns of the main battery and all but two of the forecastle and quarter-deck guns were disabled, and she had received over one hundred shot in her hull, while the carnage among the crew was frightful. In short, the ship was a dismasted wreck, rolling her maindeck battery under water in the long swell of the Atlantic Ocean. Decatur, observing her disabled condition, hauled off to reeve new rigging and secure his masts, and at twelve o'clock the United States bore down under easy sail across the stern of the English frigate, prepared to renew the action, when her colors were hauled down and she surrendered.
Lieutenant John B. Nicholson, who was sent to receive the surrender of the Macedonian, found her decks littered with dead and the ship little better than a wreck. Captain Carden went back to the United States in her boat and tendered his sword to Decatur, who declined to receive it, saying. "Sir, I cannot receive the sword of a man who has so bravely defended his ship."
A few months before this meeting, the United States and the Macedonian had been together at Norfolk, and Captain Carden had dined with Decatur on board his ship. In conversation the English captain remarked, "Decatur, though your ships may be good enough and you are a clever set of fellows, what practice have you had in war? There is the rub!"
Decatur had a bit of previous experience facing the Limey bastards before, not just at dinner...
Dead Not Alive
Life's A Vale Of Trumples
I'd have no more troubles...that's what the man said. So I started to go. But I didn't. Instead...I did some quick thinking inside of my head.
Then I started back home to the Valley of Vung. I know I'll have troubles. I'll, maybe, get stung. I'll always have troubles. I'll maybe get bit by that Green-Headed Quail on the place where I sit.
But I've bought a big bat. I'm all ready, you see. Now my troubles are going to have troubles with me!
Theodor Seuss Geisel.
Speaking Of Hamilton
I snarked on a thread about DC's potential name when it gains statehood that it should be called 'Hamilton'. I was soon told that was ridiculous because he had nothing to do with the place. Naturally, I noted that was a bit innaccurate.
Dewey Defeats Truman
RMJ calls Texas for Hillary. Sure, I'll put a Hamilton down on that action.
Some are quick to take the bait
Богов творил я сам
The hills in smoke-like rings of cloud were caught.
The cape looked like a loaf of bread. In fancies
And dreams I lived. The gods myself I wrought.
Sued By The Better Lawyers Of My Checkbook
Before Gettysburg, there was this gem:
I am loath to close. We are not enemies, but friends. We must not be enemies. Though passion may have strained it must not break our bonds of affection. The mystic chords of memory, stretching from every battlefield and patriot grave to every living heart and hearthstone all over this broad land, will yet swell the chorus of the Union, when again touched, as surely they will be, by the better angels of our nature.
Somehow I can't see President Trump delivering an Inaugural like that.
With the thoughts that Trump'll be thinkin', he could be another Lincoln
"There is no Pope in Wall Street."
the trees are stripped bare of all they wear
The Rime of the Grand Old Party
About, about, in reel and rout
The death-fires danced at night;
The water, like a witch's oils,
Burnt green, and blue and white.
And some in dreams assured were
Of the spirit that plagued us so:
Nine fathom deep he had followed us
From the land of mist and snow.
And every tongue, through utter drought,
Was withered at the root;
We could not speak, no more than if
We had been choked with soot.
Ah! well a-day! what evil looks
Had I from old and young!
Instead of the cross, the Albatross
About my neck was hung.
Samuel Taylor Coleridge.
"Hey, Trump, hey, how about a little something, you know, for the effort?"
I see you, O my daughters and queens!
When the world is reduced to a single dark wood for our two pairs of dazzled eyes—to a beach for two faithful children—to a musical house for our clear understanding—then I shall find you.
When there is only one old man on earth, lonely, peaceful, handsome, living in unsurpassed luxury, then I am at your feet.
When I have realized all your memories, —when I am the girl who can tie your hands,—then I will stifle you.
The Original Corrupt Bargain
If only Andy Jackson had been able to tweetstorm about rigged elections at 3am:
[T]he Judas of the West has closed the contract and will receive the thirty pieces of silver. his end will be the same. Was there ever witnessed such a bare faced corruption in any country before?
But hey, how can you compete with a Founding Father like John Quincy Adams?
PS--Don't get me started on how Alexander Hamilton rigged the 1800 election against JQA's dad...
With the wisdom of Congress...
The Senate resumed the consideration of the treaty and conventions, made with the First Consul of France; and, on the question, Will the Senate agree to the ratification of the same?
- It passed in the affirmative,
- Yeas, ... 24,
- Nays, ... 7.
Those Who voted in the affirmative, are--Messrs. Anderson, Bailey, Baldwin, Bradley, Breckinridge, Brown, Butler, Clinton, Cocke, Condit, Dayton, Ellery, Franklin, Jackson, Logan, Maclay, Nicholas, Potter, Israel Smith, Samuel Smith, Stone, Taylor, Worthington, and Wright.
Those who voted in the negative, are‐Messrs. Hillhouse, Olcott Pickering, Plumer, Tracy, Wells, and White.
So it was,
"Resolved, (two-thirds of the Senators present concurring therein,) That the Senate do advise and consent to the ratification of the treaty, as well as to the ratification of the two conventions connected therewith, made and concluded at Paris, on the 10th day of Floreal, in the 11th year of the French Republic, (30th April, 1803,) between the United States and the said French Republic, by Robert R. Livingston and James Monroe, Ministers Plenipotentiary on the part of the United States, and Barbi Marbois, Minister of the Public Treasury of the French Republic, on the part of the said Republic."
Ordered, That the Secretary lay this resolution before the President of the United States.
The next day, Senator Breckinridge indicated he would bring in a bill that enabled President Jefferson to actually take possession of the Louisiana Purchase. Interestingly enough, it's the same day that one John Quincy Adams was admitted as a member of the Senate, and what ultimately would become the 12th Amendment, fixing some serious defects in the Electoral College with the rise of our first party system post-Washington, was proposed.
Then Jefferson's opposition promised they'd never confirm any of his SCOTUS nominees, just like we've always done in America...
No man could understand
Kingdoms Rise And Kingdoms Fall
October iswhen night guzzles upthe orange sherbet sunsetand sends the dayto bedbefore supper
To the People of the State of New York:
The process of election affords a moral certainty, that the office of President will never fall to the lot of any man who is not in an eminent degree endowed with the requisite qualifications. Talents for low intrigue, and the little arts of popularity, may alone suffice to elevate a man to the first honors in a single State; but it will require other talents, and a different kind of merit, to establish him in the esteem and confidence of the whole Union, or of so considerable a portion of it as would be necessary to make him a successful candidate for the distinguished office of President of the United States.
It will not be too strong to say, that there will be a constant probability of seeing the station filled by characters pre-eminent for ability and virtue. And this will be thought no inconsiderable recommendation of the Constitution, by those who are able to estimate the share which the executive in every government must necessarily have in its good or ill administration. Though we cannot acquiesce in the political heresy of the poet who says: "For forms of government let fools contest That which is best administered is best,'' yet we may safely pronounce, that the true test of a good government is its aptitude and tendency to produce a good administration.
I'll just note that even Aaron Burr abided by election results...
Lord, Here Comes The Flood
Let the Electoral College wash away all our sins. Or at least the loudest, stalkingest sin.
Whom shall I send, and who will go for us?
Happy birthday, John Woolman, whose "life exhibited a very singular and striking example of humility and self-denial, adorned with an amiable sweetness of disposition, and affectionate good will toward mankind universally." Quakers can be so annoying...
The World Turned Upside Down