Hippie time

I just quoted a line from the Kingston Trio to Tam, and that kick-started the old Maytag one-lunger that serves as my memory.

Joan Baez. I was actually thinking of Joan Baez and remembered how a whole damned generation -- Young Republicans to Abbie Hoffman -- lusted to embrace that body, either despite of or because of the Aquarian-age nonsense she sang so sweetly.

But she did give us one great moment of defiant libertarian resolve:

"My daddy made corn whiskey

"Grandaddy made it too.

"We ain't paid no whiskey tax since 1792."

For a long time I assumed my 18th/19th Century Appalachian ancestors sat around the fire and sang Copper Kettle while the moon shone bright. I was crushed to learn that the song may have been written as late as 1953.

Grump

(1) The furshlugginer weather continues and is now compounded by the discovery that I have an underground water leak which will deplete the gun fund by a disheartening figure.

(2) Still can't make the new wireless router work in a wireless fashion.

Domestica redux again

1. The weather dismality index is approaching 8, shutting down outdoor endeavors. Fortunately the last of the firewood chain saw work was finished yesterday.

2. I must go shopping. By the time I put the Stihl away my innards were screaming "Meat!" but had to settle for the the closest thing in the reefers, two frozen brats and a half-pound of bacon. That's meat, in a way, of course, but the aforementioned innards had their heart set on about 18 ounces of medium rare cow.

3. Given the cruddiness outside, I have no excuse to further delay trying to set up the new wireless router. Digitalitis looms, and I wish I had more faith in the power of prayer.

William F. Buckley; Armed and Dangerous

Inspired by an interesting New Jovian Thunderbolt post, I got to thinking about conservatives in general and William F. Buckley in particular. NJT finds it disappointing that The National Review, sired by Buckley, seldom carries pro-gun articles. He attributes this to the preponderance of NR's "Metrocons," a nice term for our citified brothers and sisters who, it is argued, push all the freedom arguments except the ones embodied in the Second Amendment.

Now I'd enjoy more from NR on one of our favorite issues, too, but let's make sure we understand that Buckley himself was not a gun-rights lukewarmer.

Buckley delivered one of the all-time great pro-gun snarks about antigun bills that popped up like toadstools after the 1960s assassinations. Someone like Abner Mikva was hooting that private citizens simply had no need for handguns.

Buckley: "A person who sees an armed thug coming down the hallway toward him may desire a speedier means of relief than a call to the American Civil Liberties Union."

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Beyond that, a death threat moved him to get a carry permit during his run for mayor of New York. He took a Mini-14 along on his Pacific passage (see his Racing Through Paradise) and allowed as how it was primarily for recreation but also had "a survival aspect."

And somewhere he wrote "I must have three of four of the things (firearms) around home."

It isn't the kind of high rhetoric which draws recruits to the barricades, but it's not bad for a Metrocon, a man totally of New York who just happened top own a spare bedroom in New Sharon.

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All from memory, but I suppose I can dig up the cites if anyone seriously challenges.)