It’s Greek to me

annuit coeptis novus ordo seclorum <—–===== this comes as no surprise

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He said, she said. Who do you believe? What can you believe?

Greek fire, “a closely guarded state secret.” But actions overt ain’t secrets, are they? (Denial & cogdis are also actions.)

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Greek_fire

“Government” – which is to say, truly, & where the melting rubber meets the road, the governed – is like fire, a dangerous servant & a fearful master.”

Being fire-able is evidence of progress, it’s the only way clay can grow something (even if just an odd ashtray fashioned by gradeschool hands), & proof of luck – the good kind…unless/until it’s the Leaving Las Vegas kind…but net-net that’s a nice trout that teaches a wo/man to fish – is healthy & health-supporting…

(practicin’ handfishin’ so hard he didn’t even hear the guy on the horse ride up – concentration like that, you know he’s gonna’ succeed, gonna’ skin that mountainman bear for sure…crow cackles silently as he rides away)

…Like sanitation, clean water, wholesome food (that gay apparel-donned immunization/vaccines have taken most all the credit for…)…Wrangham wrote a book, Catching Fire: How Cooking Made Us Human…

…Fire/heat/combustion, oxidation – chemical combustion – regeneration/composting/recycling the life circle on its forever spinning flat disc…

…Cleanliness is next to man’s best friendliness (remember washing vinyl LP’s with that velvet roller-thingy to keep the devil’s music clean?)…

…Unfired clay is just tribe”s” of the dirty feet (Blackfeet, by that &/or any other name, is all the same: tribe•u•lation) ~ fauci feet et al~ not to mention the other body, & politic parts, eh?…

…Unfired ore is just rocks (& unfired corticals may as well be, too).

Being fired is a mercy mostly, discovered (& discoverable) by fired up imagination, creativity, intellect, courage – unsinged synapses without sin.

And so those that cannot be fired deserve no mercy, at all.

That malinvest b/ilk has put themselves “above” health, which only really means the opposite of health…these “people” are the disease.

Cartels, monopolies, tenure, sovereign immunity, artificial “credential” barriers, regulation barriers, tariff barriers, barriers to entry (including exitry)…

…All of these “people” are the disease. Where’s Sly in his Cobra guise?

All of these “people” are the virus. Where’s Agent Smith?

All of these “people” are the jungle. Where’s Agent Orange? (A kinder, gentler, task-specific-then-done Agent Orange.)

Why instead A constant Clockwork Orange?

The question answers itself: that is, mostly, this species’ clockworks.

Neuroticowards & neuroticontrolfreaks are the two sides of the one fiat in the athiestless foxhole•henhouse central bank cointel.

The urge to merge, submerge, diverge/dissolve away, away, away! Away from the cold alone, those inhospitable polar I•cecaps gotta be kneecapped..!

…Gotta have caps popped in they ass..!

…Economies of snakescale fat finger cop feel frottage the weightscale & the illicit is made licit by the licentiousness of large bodies of nodes-in-network-noshing-illgotten-extras-skimmed…

…(ninnies: “I’m mad as hell & I’m not going to take it anymore!” Sure. Right. OK. Hatter mad ain’t necessarily angry, but it is unsane•itary…collective minds are dirty minds…tragedy of the commons is how commonly filthy it is.)

“In April 1836, a colored man was arrested for some forgotten offense on a Mississippi river boat. A mulatto, a freeman named McIntosh, it was alleged, aided the prisoner to escape & was in turn arrested by the officers. He turned upon the officers, drew a knife, & stabbed a deputy sheriff, killing him instantly, & seriously wounded a constable. McIntosh made his escape, but was later captured & locked up in St. Louis jail. Later a mob assembled & threatened to tear down the jail if the prisoner was not delivered to it, secured the Negro & conducted him to the outskirts of St. Louis. His body was bound with ropes & fastened to a tree with chains, a few feet from the ground. A fire was then started beneath him & he was roasted to death.

Even in those rough & tough days, this atrocity was too much for the citizens of St. Louis, & the matter was placed before the Grand Jury of St. Louis County for action. Judge Lawless {ye cannae make it up, laddie} made the following astounding charge:

“I have reflected much on this matter, & after weighing all the considerations that present themselves as bearing upon it, I feel it my duty to state my opinion to be, that whether the Grand Jury shall act at all, depends upon the solution of this preliminary question, namely, whether the destruction of McIntosh was the act of the ‘few’ or the act of the ‘many.’

If on a calm view of the circumstances attending this dreadful transaction, you shall be of the opinion that it was perpetrated by a definite, &, compared to the population of St. Louis, a small number of individuals, separate from the mass, & evidently taking upon themselves, as contradistinguished from the multitude, the responsibility of the act, my opinion is that you ought to indict them all, without a single exception.

If on the other hand, the destruction of the murderer of Hammond was the act as I have said, of the many – of the multitude, in the ordinary sense of those words – not the act of numerable & ascertainable malefactors, but of congregated thousands, seized upon & impelled by that mysterious, metaphysical & almost electric phrensy, which, in all nations & ages, has hurried on the infuriated multitude to deeds of death & destruction – then I say, act not at all in the matter – the case transcends your jurisdiction – it is beyond the reach of human law.”

Which seems as nice a bit of judicial fence-straddling as one could hope to find in a lifetime’s search. What Judge Lawless – his tribe has increased – meant was that if two or three do the lynching, it is indefensible, but that if it is perpetrated by a number, uncountable at a glance or undeterminable in the night, it is all right. To avoid prosecution in the future, mobs must be bigger & better, at least “many.” As travel conditions improved, the Judge believed, he would be able to command mobs numbering more than ten thousand.

The case was not yet finished. For denouncing the burning of McIntosh & violently attacking the decision of Judge Lawless in his weekly paper, The Observer, The Reverend Elijah F. Lovejoy had his printing office destroyed by the mob. The press, however, was saved & shipped 25 miles up the Mississippi to Alton, Illinois, where Lovejoy planned to set it up & resume publication. But the mob took it from the wharf & dumped it into the river the night it arrived. Alton people, led by the Presbyterians, held a mass meeting, denounced the action of the mob, & subscribed money for a new press. Lovejoy started the Alton Observer with the statement: “As long as I am an American I shall hold myself at liberty to speak, to write, & to publish whatever I please on any subject, being amenable to the laws of my country for the same.”

He continued his attacks on slavery & lynching &, in July, 1837, the mob again destroyed his printing equipment. A third press was ordered, & when it arrived the mob broke it up & threw the pieces into the Mississippi. Lovejoy’s friends were with him; they rallied, & a fourth press was ordered. At three in the morning the riverboat carrying it made fast to the wharf & 50 men escorted the press to the stone warehouse. A small mob hooted, blew horns, & threw stones, but the precious machine was delivered in safety & a guard placed over it.

That night the mob re-formed & demanded that the press be delivered to them for destruction; when this demand was refused, they hurled stones through the windows. Then a gun was fired & other shots followed. One of the defenders of the press fired his piece & killed a man in the mob. The assailants withdrew for a time but returned with ladders, which were placed against the building, & an attempt was made to fire the roof. When Lovejoy & a few of his supporters tried to prevent this, the clergyman received five shots in his body & died a few minutes later. The men guarding the press, seeing their leader down, beat a hasty retreat, & the mob entered the warehouse unresisted & threw the offending press from the windows. The work of destruction was finished with sledge hammers by the mob in the street.

(ah…never let a limbic part of the mob is standing on & sawing go to waste…given the things the man/myth/legend got up to later) There was yet another voice raised against Judge Lynch. A young lawyer of twnty-eight arose before the Young Men’s Lyceum of Springfield, Illinois, on the night of January 27, 1837, to deliver an address on “The Perpetuation of Our Political Institutions.” Abraham Kincoln, speaking before Lovejoy’s death, said in part:

“Accounts of outrages committed by mobs form the everyday news of the times. They have pervaded the country from New England to Louisiana….It would be tedious as well as useless to recount the horrors of all of them. Those happenings in the state of Mississippi & at St. Louis are perhaps the most dangerous in example & revolting to humanity. In the Mississippi case they first commenced by hanging the regular gamblers….Next, Negroes suspected of conspiring to raise an insurrection were caught up & hanged in all parts of the State; then, white men supposed to be in league with the Negroes; &, finally, strangers from neighboring states, going thither on business, were in many instances subjected to the same fate. Thus went on the process of hanging, from gamblers to Negroes, from Negroes to white citizens, & from these to strangers, till dead men were literally dangling from the boughs of trees by every roadside…Turn then to that horror-striking scene in St. Louis. A single victim was sacrificed there….A mulatto man by the name of McIntosh was seized in the street, dragged to the suburbs of the city, chained to a tree, & actually burned to death; all within a single hour from the time he had been a freeman attending to his own business & at peace with the world.

“Such are the effects of mob law, & such are the scenes becoming more & more frequent in this land so lately famed for love of law & order, & the stories of which have now grown too familiar to attract anything more than an idle remark.”

In Alton the Grand Jury brought in indictments against several men involved in the slaying of the Reverend Elijah Lovejoy, but the cases were not pressed. When the case of one of the assailants came up in the municipal court, the jury considered him guilty of all the charges but returned a verdict of not guilty on a question of jurisdiction.” ~ Judge Lynch, Frank Shay

South before winter comes above the belt, north before winter comes below the belt: endless summer soldiering…endless youth callowing…Resurrection Dogs don’t ever hafta die. The Dogtown Z-Boy exemplar was Jay Adams. How he applied it was more ok than not. He was Grasshopper, for sure, not Ant. But still…tribal. That’s gangster. And once past a certain point on the gangsterplanck continuum, the con•stant is “our gang,” Spanky…no matter how many times Chuck Barris crews bang the gong, the show must go on.

The hormonal compass & magnet & ball & chain. Hummingbirds are passing thru south now. They travel in squadrons stopping at all the memorized sweet spots along the way to mock fight for domination of the sweet stuff.

But I’ve seen more cooperation ~ anarchy’s fruit ~ no matter how reticent, this year than in past. 6-7-8 birds on the feeder that feeds that many, every port occupied simultaneously on the other feeders, despite the storm scripted portless (so mock fight damn near all the time, cuz there just ain’t enough nectar ports to go around in this scripted storm o’ life…).

Even the more aggressive Rufous that tries like hell to run the Broadtails off will shoulder up to the bar, mix in, of an evening.

People got bigger brains than hummers. And bigger’s ‘spose be ipso facto better, ain’t it? Despite how tiny hummingbird brains put a lot of h. sapiens to shame, or would, if shame were a more common sapiens capability-attribute.

Build Back Smaller-Better? Is that Better, going to Be-Better?? All those individual dirtybirds gotta conform til it looks like seamless Escher perfecto out there:

Ohhh…Build back to a smaller population of “bigger,” dirtier-dirtiest, birds. Artless Dodo’dgers, eyeballin’ to pocket-pick 8-ball hemorrhage•xtinction…

…Which even a hummer knows without even trying to know ain’t gonna work.

Hummers aren’t lost-in-method actors & don’t believe their own bs (they don’t believe anything, don’t have any bs – in fact, pretty sure they shit pure sugar, caramelized, maybe)…they just dance & kata & drink deep the gathering bloom. & then, before the bloom goes off the rose, they rise, emigrate, before it’s too late.

The old snake-catcher told Kowalski to follow the La Brea belt. That led to a paired Caterpillar tarpit…

…2D North/South for conscientious, hard-working hummers that harm nobody, cuz cold adaptation/manipulation isn’t in their cards…

…Jeremiah Johnson opted for 3D North, & some say he’s up there still.