I love cool sunny Fall days. I feel fortunate to live only 25 minutes from Valley Forge National Park. It’s a truly special place. We’ve been taking our kids there for the last fifteen years. They have participated in the Park Ranger program where they pretended to be Continental Army soldiers, complete with muskets and ranks. I wanted to take a hike around the park before the Fall foliage disappeared with the arrival of bitter Winter winds. As we began our five mile trek around the park, the sun was shining brightly, the sky was a magnificent shade off blue, and the winds were gusting at 30 mph.
There is so much history at Valley Forge. You can’t walk around this park and not feel the ghosts of courageous men who sacrificed everything to fight tyranny. The bravery and leadership exhibited by General Washington and his men at Valley Forge during the Winter of 1777-1778 is the stuff of legend. No need to exaggerate what they did. Their fortitude and sacrifice led to the creation of our country.
The park represents the essence of freedom to me. There is no traces of consumerism. We didn’t see a government employee during our 2 hour stay. This national park has seen its budget cut, and it doesn’t matter. Walking paths, trees, grass and monuments don’t require government drones policing, corralling, or harassing citizens exercising their freedom to enjoy nature, history and the right to assembly. The log cabins dotting the landscape are reminders of the hardships our ancestors endured to win our freedom. The cannons are a reminder that men had to die to gain our freedom from tyrants.
The soldiers at Valley Forge earned the right to be called heroes. The revisionist liberal historians who scorn George Washington, the other founding fathers, and the farmers who defeated the British Army probably despise the openness of Valley Forge Park where citizens are free to roam, explore and congregate without being patted down, molested, or made to walk through x-ray machines. You are even free to sit on a cannon.
As I took pictures of this magnificent park on a magnificent day, the camera phone captured a stunning reflection that visualized my feeling of standing on hallowed ground.
Shortly thereafter we came upon the statue of a man who was crucial to the formation of our country, and he wasn’t even from our land. Friedrich Wilhelm August Heinrich Ferdinand von Steuben – Baron von Steuben to you – was primarily responsible for turning the ragtag band of farmer soldiers into an army at Valley Forge. He was Prussian born and volunteered without pay to serve under General Washington.
Steuben’s training technique was to create a “model company”; a group of 120 chosen men who in turn successively trained other personnel at Regimental and Brigade levels. Steuben’s eccentric personality greatly enhanced his mystique. In full military dress uniform, he trained the soldiers—who, at this point, were themselves greatly lacking in proper clothing—swearing and yelling at them up and down in German and French. When that was no longer successful, he recruited Captain Benjamin Walker, his French-speaking aide, to curse at them for him in English.
It was hard tough men like Baron von Steuben who did whatever it took to gain our freedom. In the degraded decaying society we inhabit today, I would venture to guess that less than 10% of Americans could tell you who Baron von Steuben was and what he meant to the founding of our Republic.
I was somewhat shocked by how few people were hiking in the park on this beautiful day. With millions of people within 45 minutes of a national treasure, you would think there would be more than a few hundred people enjoying its beauty and historical significance. I’m sure there were more people in the Valley Forge Casino, a couple miles away. That should tell you all you need to know about the priorities of an empire in decline. I did notice how some young people were walking next to each other with their iGadget earphones drowning out the sounds of nature. They couldn’t hear the winds rustling the leaves or the sounds of silence and peace across the rolling hills. They weren’t talking to each other. They were lost in the solitude of a Lady Gaga or Miley Cyrus pop song. Why ponder the history of this hallowed ground, when you could lose more brain cells listening to what passes for culture in our society of mindlessness, where nothing matters and no one cares.
As we came upon the Washington Cathedral we all noticed the brilliantly blue sky framing this place of worship. It seemed surreal. Then it struck me. I had only seen a sky this shade of blue once in my life. The morning of 9/11 was equally crisp, with an almost surreal brilliantly blue clear sky. I quickly turned my mind away from that dreadful day and back to the glorious setting I was enjoying with my wife and son. We completed our trek and headed back to the car.
Sometimes it takes a day of peace and quiet amongst nature and historical monuments to focus you on what is important in life, what is worth fighting for, and how far we have drifted from the founding principles of this country. Benjamin Franklin told a lady they had given the people a Republic, if they could keep it. We have failed. This country doesn’t even pretend to be a Republic any longer. We are a corporate fascist welfare warfare surveillance state, disguised as a democracy. We have failed our youth. We have failed the ghosts of George Washington, Baron von Steuben, and the courageous men of the Continental Army who sacrificed so much at Valley Forge.
“A primary object should be the education of our youth in the science of government. In a republic, what species of knowledge can be equally important? And what duty more pressing than communicating it to those who are to be the future guardians of the liberties of the country?” ― George Washington
Congrats on your outing. I notice the same disaffection with history in general, and enjoying the simple pleasures of a nature walk, on the part of the masses who would rather be on their imoron phones. But there is a silver lining– I find it much easier and much less crowded these days going to parks and the like. Cheers!
Truly beautiful . Valley Forge is one of the national parks I have yet to visit. I have been to the Kings Mountain Park in NC a few times and most of the major civil war parks.Glen Beck wrote a book a while back about that battle. Besides the British the weather was a killer.The winter those men endured speaks to the will those men had in forming this new nation or republic. Well done admin.I hope to see the park as I travel.
Well enjoy the nice weather admin…I hear the mon-Gore-ians are predicting a dire winter…both hot and cold, flooded and dry.
Nice pics though. =)
I too love the outdoors and history. However, I will not set foot east of the Mississippi anymore, nor into CA, OR, or WA. Too many people, too much traffic and pollution and too many prostititions.
Might I suggest that history and nature abound in the great west and southwest where we spend our time. We are currently in New Mexico enjoying that state’s wonderful State Park System, one park at a time. We are currently near the Butterfield Stage Line that ran from Memphis and St Louis to San Francisco. The route through NM still shows in places with deep wheel tracks across the barren land. I have hiked stretches of it. We have explored ghost towns that were booming in the gold and silver days. No bailouts for them when the economy changed and mines ran out. No union favors, no bond defaults, no free money from the US. Maybe Detroit should be allowed to become a ghost town too.
We have visited Pueblo Indian ruins predating the white man’s arrival. We have stayed on the Zuni Pueblo where the first contact between the Spanish and Indians occurred in 1539. The Spaniard, Marcos, demanded women and turquoise. The Zuni executed him. Later, the Catholic priests tried to convert the Zuni to Catholicism and force them to give up their native religion. The priests were executed and the church burned.
We have visited Mesa Verde and Gila Cliff Dwellings where ancestors of current Native Americans lived long before the white man came to the US, when Europe was still in the Dark Ages. We have visited and stayed on the Navajo Nation, and many others.
Why am I going on and on? Two reasons. There is a great big world out here far from either polluted/corrupted coast and it has lots of history and plenty of heroes. Some are white, many are not. Perhaps George Washington was a hero. Many of the US Presidents that followed were not. What they did to the Indians was a disgrace. They stole their land, they killed them off, raped their women and stole their children and herded them into concentration camps (reservations), and then reneged on their own promises. Hard to be proud of that past, isn’t it?
Second, along the lines that you wrote about, here is Henry Ford’s quote: “Any man who thinks he can be happy and prosperous by letting the government take care of him better take a closer look at the American Indian.”
I do enjoy reading your columns and share many of your views. I just think the end for the US has arrived, most just don’t know it yet. We are enjoying our senior years far from the crowds and prostititions. In fairness, they are the best entertainment going.
By the way, the skies in NM are nearly always that deep blue you described. Perhaps you should consider relocation? 😉
Be well.
Marty Smith
Somewhere in Southern NM
Congrats, Admin. I got to spend some time in the woods today. By myself. Not a historical battleground, though. Closest I come to any social media is TBP and e-mail. My cell phone is from the Eisenhower administration. I feel sorry for people glued to their gadgets. Most of them will get run over in crosswalks. Darwin award.
Nice post with excellent photos, admin. Who’s that hulk of woman sitting on the cannon? She’s cuter than a bug’s ear.
The land is breath-taking and inspiring. The state myths and state religious traditions belongs only to the old world of Clergy, Royalty, and Commoners. Their short pants and powdered wiggery has no place in this new land.
Their lies grow more ridiculous and obvious by the minute. It is no a point of pride to mawkishly submit to and then lionize the violent thuggery of the predatory state.
Any rational industrious man does not consider George Bush or Barack Obama as blessed partners he happily surrenders half his produce to. The violent political liars of ages past such as Hamilton and Washington are no more to be admired than are today’s Bloomberg or Clinton.
The only ones who gained freedom from the American Revolution are the American based tyrants who today infest Washington DC. And some few new world clergy and noblemen who arose to quickly fill the power vacuum and continue to eat out the sustenance of every subject of the newly reorganized gangsters of the Western Atlantic coast.
The Department of the Interior does not provide us the Fall Folliage and Fruited Plains. Only a infantile state fetishist could think such a ridiculous thing. Everything we have, could be far better enjoyed without the costumed pretenders who claim the right to rule over us.
Anyone who holds a gangster of the state as a hero, must also love all other forms of senseless arbitrary violence, if they are to remain principled.
The state is the sole entity on this planet that:
1. originated from violent crime and
2. exclusively, permanently, and constantly commits violent crimes and
3. cannot survive without committing violent crimes
Without exaggeration the State can be best characterized as institutionalized violent crime. No other person or institution on this planet even comes close to its unparalleled evil and destruction.
George Washington was the founder of the American Cosa Nostra. The latest version of “Our Thing.” A new chapter in the long history of predation and violence by the predatory state class, over all other victimized classes.
Like a scene out of The Godfather, he crossed the river and staked out a new territory for the men of muscle and mystics of collectivist spirit who eternally bamboozle the foolish masses into thinking their crimes are of some benefit.
“George Washington was the founder of the American Cosa Nostra.” ——- Tor Onion
Tor, we already have a Village Idiot here.
But, you get to be Village Dicksucker.
Congrats.
I grew up not far from there, in fact the field in front of our family home was the encampment of the Continental Army in the days preceding their stunning victory over the retreating British forces at the Battle of Monmouth and I would, on occasion, find a pewter button or round ball while searching for arrowheads. We spent countless Summer days retracing the route of Washington’s troops from where they crossed the Delaware at Conkey’s Ferry and marched barefoot through the snow, leaving bloody footprints on their way to attack the Hessians garrisoned at the Olde Barracks in Trenton.
My grandmother was old time DAR and loved to tell stories about our colonial past. I especially loved the one about the Alexander Hamilton. He was a 19 year old officer who was responsible for the few cannon that Washington managed to get across the river on Christmas night. He took his men on a path just to the east of Washington and approached the city just before dawn. There was a single house where several British officers were staying and someone had shared this intel with the small group Hamilton led and he decided- much to Washington’s chagrin after the fact- to eliminate this threat lest they take news of the upcoming battle back to Princeton where British reinforcements were staged. Hamilton kicked in the door of the cottage and entered just before dawn. While the officers struggled to rise from their beds he chopped them to pieces with his saber and killed every last one, emerging from the building soaked in their blood.
I never get a ten dollar bill in change that I don’t think of that story. I know he became a Federalist big time, but for a teenager he was one cool, dangerous and fearless young man who wasn’t afraid to kick some tyrant ass. I would think that most people when they do think of our founders- infrequently as that is- they forget that it wasn’t a chess game or a boardroom meeting that kicked off the grand experiment called America, it was brutal, bloody, violent suffering and slaughter. That’s what it takes to uproot the previously installed version of TPTB.
On July 11, 1804, Aaron Burr and Alexander Hamilton met outside Weehawken, New Jersey, at the same spot where Hamilton’s son had died. Both men fired, and Hamilton was mortally wounded by a shot just above the hip. This primal savagery was philosophically no different than a Crips member and a Bloods member meeting at any street corner to see who might kill whom. They are all men who live by violent theft and apelike violence.
The observers agreed there was a three-to-four second interval between the first and the second shot, historian William Weir speculates that Hamilton was undone by his own machinations: he had brought the pistols and had secretly set his pistol’s trigger to require only a half pound of pressure as opposed to the usual 10 pounds.
Burr most likely had no idea that the gun’s trigger pressure could be reset. The pistols Hamilton brought had a larger barrel than regular dueling pistols, and a secret hair-trigger, and were therefore much more deadly. Hamilton gave himself an unfair advantage in the duel, and got the worst of it anyway.
Hamilton’s shot missed Burr, but Burr’s shot was fatal, it entered Hamilton’s abdomen above his right hip, piercing Hamilton’s liver and spine. Hamilton was evacuated to Manhattan; where he lay in the house of a friend, receiving visitors including clergy, in order to be baptized before he died the following day. Burr was charged with murder in New York and New Jersey, but was never tried in either jurisdiction.
Tor Onion -Perception or entrenched propaganda are always held above the truth. Some are very upset when the truth contradicts their long held beliefs. Notice how you get negs for telling the truth when it contradicts someone’s long held indoctrination.
Glad to see some one who knows actual History comment. Expect the usual ad homonym attacks. Welcome aboard.
Oney Judge Martha Custis Washington’s dower slave portrayed by Gwendolyn Presutti
Oney was born about 1773 at Mount Vernon, the plantation of George Washington, to Betty, an enslaved seamstress, and Andrew Judge, an English tailor and indentured servant.
In 1780 Pennsylvania passed An Act that prohibited importation of slaves while protecting the property rights of Pennsylvania slaveholders. It freed only the future children of the current enslaved.
Nonresidents could hold slaves in the state for up to six months but, if slaves were held beyond that deadline, Pennsylvania law gave them the power to free themselves.
When the federal government relocated for ten years to Philadelphia beginning in 1790, officials of the executive and judicial branches, among whom were many slaveholders, had to comply with the law regulating holding of slaves for more than 6 months in the state.
George Washington and other slaveholders privately contended that, as they were residents of other states, the law should not bind them. Washington held that he was living in Pennsylvania solely as a consequence of Philadelphia’s being the temporary seat of the federal government.
His attorney advised him that, by strict legal interpretation, a slave’s residency in Pennsylvania could be terminated by spending one day outside the state. Washington repeatedly violated state law by systematically rotating the slaves serving at the President’s House in and out of the state to prevent their establishing a six-month continuous residency.
He also was careful to avoid spending six continuous months in Pennsylvania himself (which might have been interpreted as his establishing legal residency). He continued to say, as he was a citizen of Virginia, he was subject only to its laws regarding slavery.
Washington was traveling in May 1791 when the first six-month deadline approached. Martha Washington took Oney Judge and Christopher Sheels to Trenton, New Jersey for two days to interrupt their Pennsylvania residency. She had other slaves transported back to Mount Vernon prior to the deadline to prevent them from obtaining freedom
Oney fled when the Washington’s were planning to return to Virginia. She feared being given to the First Lady’s granddaughter as a wedding present, and thought if she returned to Virginia, she would never be free.
“Whilst they were packing up to go to Virginia, I was packing to go, I didn’t know where; for I knew that if I went back to Virginia, I should never get my liberty. I had friends among the colored people of Philadelphia, had my things carried there beforehand, and left Washington’s house while they were eating dinner.”
Runaway ads announced Oney’s escape to freedom from the President’s House on May 21, 1796.
The following appeared in The Pennsylvania Gazette on May 24, 1796:
Advertisement. Absconded from the household of the President of the United States, ONEY JUDGE, a light mulatto girl, much freckled, with very black eyes and bushy hair. She is of middle stature, slender, and delicately formed, about 20 years of age. She has many changes of good clothes, of all sorts, but they are not sufficiently recollected to be described—As there was no suspicion of her going off, nor no provocation to do so, it is not easy to conjecture whither she has gone, or fully, what her design is; but as she may attempt to escape by water, all masters of vessels are cautioned against admitting her into them, although it is probable she will attempt to pass for a free woman, and has, it is said, where- withal to pay her passage.
Ten dollars will be paid to any person who will bring her home, if taken in the city, or on board any vessel in the harbour; — and a reasonable additional sum if apprehended at, and brought from a greater distance, and in proportion to the distance.
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“Notice how you get negs for telling the truth when it contradicts someone’s long held indoctrination.” —— Roy, praising Tor The Dicksucker
Really, Roy? Really???
Why don’t you explain to me the truth that George Washington was a “violent political liar” …. and, that he founded “the American Cosa Nostra”.
I am powerless, Roy. Held captive to entrenched propaganda. A real maroon. But, you, Roy, seem to be above that. You know truth!!! So, explain it to me.
For what it’s worth, one of my relatives served as Burr’s second in that duel, so some of the information I have come to know has been passed down through the family for generations by spoken word. There are no source documents, no proof of any of these stories, but my family was very good at telling them and there weren’t many variations in the telling.
I would argue that philosophically there was a world of difference between that duel and a typical blood v crip street shooting. Perhaps what you meant to say was that there was no practical difference between the two encounters and I would agree with you on this matter. Burr was the guy itching for the fight, not Hamilton. Hamilton ruined Burr’s chances of being president by swinging things for Jefferson in the House of Representatives (if you can believe that twist). The duel came years later when Burr accused Hamilton of dissing him concerning his failed run for Governor of NY (maybe that’s your philosophical point) in a conversation that Hamilton claimed not to recall. Who knows. Burr got what he was looking for rather than the other way around. He instigated it and it ruined him socially, politically and professionally even if Hamilton was the dead guy. Hamilton wasn’t a coward, he’d been in a fair share of duels before this one and it’s doubtful he rigged the guns as they were brought separately to the Palisades by a third party. And even though his son was killed in a duel, the two altercations do not appear to have any relation to each other. That was how gentlemen resolved disputes about their honor- sort of like how high-priced lawyers suing the crap out of someone for slander in the modern era are referred to as “hired guns” by their clients. I have never heard the trigger pull charge before this morning and I’d be interested in seeing something more about that. But not from Wikipedia.
Wonderful mid-Atlantic weather these past few days indeed. The wife and I spent yesterday with friends doing a local winery tour. My first time at this since I’m not a big wine drinker. We hit 3 very nice wineries here in northern Virginia surrounded by the 4,000-acre Thompson Wildlife Management area. The fall colors were perfect and the mild temperatures were probably the last of the season.
I grew up in George Washington’s early stomping grounds near the Potomac River. My father was an American history professor at University of Virginia and passed many tales of Washinton’s heroics down to me as we rode horseback dozens of times along the river through Matildaville and on up to Great Falls of the Potomac. One of Washington’s dreams was to make the Potomac a navigable river and he presided in the building of a canal along the Virginia shore of the river. The locks and canal are part of Great Falls National Park.
“George Washington did not live to see the completion of the navigation project that had been his obsession since youth. But he did take pride in visiting the canal during the construction to inspect its progress.”
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Patowmack_Canal
OH, JOY!! AIN’T THIS JUST FUCKING GREAT!!!
TOR THE DICKSUCKER HAS HIS OWN LITTLE FORUM TO SHIT ALL OVER, 1) GEORGE WASHINGTON, AND 2) ADMIN’S POST.
AND HE GETS THUMBS UP???!!!! WELL, ONE WAS FROM ROY — TOR’S BOY TOY.
SO MUCH FOR BEING FILLED WITH THE HOLY SPIRIT. FUCK YOU TWO ASSHOLES, AND ANYONE ONE ELSE SUPPORTING TOR’S POST.
SEE YOU ALL IN A FEW DAYS. TOO MANY NEW ASSHOLES HERE. I MIGHT HAVE TO LIMIT MYSELF TO ONLY POSTING NEW ARTICLES.
I’ve never venerated the founders. Expecting the Constitution to be followed has nothing to do with the impeccability (or obvious peccability) of its authors. It is the agreed-upon legal structure for the country and encodes preexisting natural rights. Its legitimacy is enhanced by the fact that it contains provisions for amendment – as has happened four times within my lifetime and as recently as 1992.
Roy,
Aren’t you a former USAF officer? If you never believed in the Founding Fathers, why did you serve in the military?
Are you also a military retiree?
Stuck,
I’m right there with ya…
Read Admin’s awesome post. The Continental Army – a shoeless, starving, ragged band of men that were literally too tough to die being whipped into shape by a Prussian and led by a Virginian. Afterwards, they went out and kicked the everloving shit out of the Brits… actually makes the heart swell with pride, along with a bit of sadness – knowing that we lost everything they sacrificed for and that if we want anything like what they gave us, we’re going to have to do it ourselves… just like they did.
And here comes a Cavalcade of Fucktards to shit all over the thread… especially this Marty asshole with his boo-hoo them poor injuns sob story… he’s so fucking stupid, right after he gets done shitting all over our Heroes – white ones in particular – he quotes Henry Ford! Hey Marty? Why don’tcha go look up what a great guy Henry Ford was and then get back to us… then you can tell us how awful white people are, how much we suck, how everything’s our fault and how great it would be for us to die off.
Buncha goddamned retards…. who left the fucking door open?!?
This is why we can’t have nice things…
@OP – Lovely pictures, I hope to make it to that part of the country some day.
I have a lovely little park nearby thats virtually unknown in my town. Its only about 3 miles worth of trails, but it contains a gorgeous example of the geography of the area, the place where the prairie runs into the Ozark forests/hills.
The central path is a hair under a mile long and follows a ridge-line. To either side is tall grass bounded by what passes for forest in this area. The ridge itself is high enough up that it overlooks most of the surrounding city, which is old enough that we still have tree lined streets and almost no buildings over 3 stories. There is always a gentle breeze blowing through the grass, and when I’m there I can always find peace. I’d love to jog it, but to be honest I love being there too much to hurry my way through.
Life’s too short to always have a purpose, sometime just walking along enjoying life is purpose enough I think.
@comment discourse – I think Tor is trying to sell a book, he lacks the typical venom a sincere person would have when trying to defend a position like what he is espousing.
Project Appleseed History, Heritage and Marksmanship.
ADMIN, Thank you for the pictures and thank you for the post. You had a few hours to ‘take it all in’ on a beautiful day, weather wise. It appears that you were fully ‘present’ while in the out of doors. So many people that I observe these days are not even slightly ‘present’ in any of their activities. It come down to cell phones (and iPADS,etc).
In May of 2012 I took a flight from Wilkes-Barre/Scranton International Airport to Miami for my daughter’s wedding. I had not been on a commercial jet since the summer of 2004. My how things change in eight years. Watching the brain dead passengers waiting like Pavlovian dogs to get the OK to turn on their electronic devices did not disappoint me – you cannot buy this kind of humor. Everyone, and I do mean EVERYONE (except myself) turned on their devices in the manner they would have lit a cigarette if they were smokers – with the same urgency as an addict just given permission to get his / her fix.
Just the other day I drove past a children’s play ground. Only one small child on a swing, being pushed by her mother. The mom was maybe in her mid twenties. One of her hands was pushing the child, the other hand was grasping her cell phone and I was close enough to see that she was more involved with her cell phone than involved in those precious moments with her young child. I do wonder if many years down the road she will regret having wasted so many hours / years not being fully aware of her surrounding environment or her child growing up.
The last time I was at the dentist I arrived just before business hours. Myself, one woman and a child of maybe three years of age were the only people in the waiting room. I was wathing the child and out of the corner of my eyes I was watching the young woman. The woman was , you guessed it, on her cell phone. The child made his way to the toys and shuffled some of them around. Then he went for the books. He brought a book back to the woman and said, “mommy read book”. I saw the expression on his mom’s face and her body language – CLEARLY she was exasperated that she would now have to put her phone down to read a book to her son. What does this sort of behaviour do to a young child while in their formative years. I see this sort of parental behavior EVERYWHERE that I go – food shopping, getting a sandwich, at the gas station -EVERYWHERE!
These youngsters are growing up in a world where their parents are more interested in their cell phones then in their children. It really pisses me off ! I feel so sorry for these neglected youngsters. Actually seeing this shit breaks my heart. What will the outcomes to their personal development be? Their sense of self worth, pride, their ability to observe the world around them? Troubling indeed.
AS for the parents – THEY ARE ALREADY GONE AND BEYOND HELPING. WTF?
Beautiful write up. East of the Mississippi isn’t so bad, even parts of New England now infested with “gimme gimme” disease aren’t much polluted, and you can find lower population densities. Bar Harbor comes to mind, the Smokies, big chunks of Kentucky and West Virginia, just avoid the I-95 corridor.
Is this Tor from epautos?
Jim,
Very nice read and pics, thanks. Hope all is well with your family.
Busy with harvest in Iowa, see almost no people this time of year. I’ve always liked the cows better than most humans anyway, the animals seem to understand. Certainly my dog does. But even out here I love to walk the parks and smell the fall. Life is too short not to.
EF
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Great post!
Seemed like your commenting style. See you are making friends here at the burning platform.
Not posting much, my focus is inward, strength training, reading, developing skills, family etc.
The tyranny and sheepishness of the hoi polloi wont be drastically affected by my writing.
Harry ,I’m not trying to be a smart ass but you need to get out of you.You are your own worse enemy.
“I was somewhat shocked by how few people were hiking in the park on this beautiful day. With millions of people within 45 minutes of a national treasure, you would think there would be more than a few hundred people enjoying its beauty and historical significance. I’m sure there were more people in the Valley Forge Casino, a couple miles away.”
—-Admin
That makes me sad.
bb,
hardly, arguing with numbskulls like you is one of the least fulfilling and meaningful things a productive person can do. there is little to no point with zero personal growth potential and waste of time.
i still enjoy reading admin’s excellent posts and do it regularly but the quality of the commenter & comments is not what it was in the past and the games have simply grown tiresome so i’ll only be doing it very sparingly.