America

The beautiful. 

Independence Day, 250th Edition

Dillsboro all out for the veterans' parade.

Some of the local veterans parading.

I was just mentioning the Confederate flag thing and the local pride in heritage; sure enough, a group of them came out to march. Technically, by act of Congress, Confederate soldiers are considered American veterans for certain purposes.

Happy children celebrating in the tremendous heat.

A gingerbread cupcake at the Legion hall.

The Legion gave me a nice challenge coin after the run, too.

It was dangerously hot today, so much so that on the ride back I realized it wasn't safe to continue my ride. Fortunately I was along the beautiful Tuckasegee river, so I climbed down the bank and swam until I was cool enough to resume the ride. I also soaked my shirt so it would help keep me cool for the rest of the ride.

Quite a day. The pork butt came out beautifully thanks to my wife, who took over the smoking so that I could go ride with the Legion. We did a flag replacement ceremony in Robbinsville, the last town before the Dragon. We rode through the Nantahala Gorge to get there, which is a bit out of the way but beautiful. I’d never met these people before, but they put me in the tail gunner position based I guess on the firmness of my handshake. First time I’ve ridden tail for a group ride. I hope I did a good job. 

The article on Robbinsville claims that the mean daily maximum temperature in July is 83. That mean was somewhat exceeded today.

Independence Day

Have a happy one, warriors. 

UPDATE: I got the pork butt on before dawn. It smells just like old hickory out there.

Freedom Barbecue

I'm going to smoke a pork butt for the Independence Day feast. 

I made some Christmas barbecue sauce given the significance of the occasion. This batch was thinned partly with coffee and partly with chicken stock, since I had plenty of chicken stock and not a great deal of coffee. I was also out of molasses, so I added extra dark brown sugar -- which, in commercial sugars, differs from white sugar only by the addition of extra molasses. That's now how it worked historically, but these days they render it all to white sugar and molasses, and then make light or dark brown sugar by putting some molasses back in. Cheaper and easier that way.

I'm also going to smoke some Andouille sausage tomorrow, and a snakeskin hat band I made after Conan's recent run-in. Only a little smoke for the latter, to help preserve and waterproof it. 

Yoda: "No, There Is Another."

At the NY Post today, Eric Metaxas declares the American revolution to have been 'the only one in history that worked.' 

That's wrong, but his examples aren't the wrong part. 

Take the French Revolution, which began just a few years after our own Revolution, and was championed by some of the figures involved in our Revolution — like Thomas Jefferson and Thomas Paine. They all seemed to think it would be a happy reprisal of what happened here. It was anything but that, ending in a nightmare bloodbath of terror.

What went wrong? Just like us, the French decided they didn’t like the idea of monarchy. So they beheaded their king and queen. But the radicals didn’t stop there....

Then there are the even worse nightmares of the Bolshevik and Maoist revolutions in Russia and China.

OK, fair as far as it goes. But the American revolution stood on the shoulders of at least two earlier revolutions that had worked: the revolt against King John by the barons who fought him at Runnymede, which produced Magna Carta; and the Scottish Revolution led by William Wallace and Robert the Bruce, which produced a free nation that taught the Pope to accept that men could choose their kings. 

Revolution is a risky business, to be sure. Aristotle spends a good part of the Politics explaining how states grow unstable with an eye towards avoiding revolutionary moments. They often end up being destructive.

Not always, though. The one that just occurred in Syria ended a despotic Baathist regime and at least for now seems to have moved in the direction of a better society -- the al Qaeda-linked leader seems to be moderating pretty fast, making deals with the Kurds and the Israelis alike to try to reach a more stable society. The Vietnamese revolution against the French and then us, which we thought would turn them into another Communist hellhole, actually came off all right: the Vietnamese nation is now one of our better friends in the region. The Irish revolt of 1916 produced a nation that is pretty OK, even if they did send condolences on the occasion of Hitler's death. The recent revolt in Northern Ireland's Belfast is healthy, and might help push the whole UK in a better direction eventually. 

Sometimes it's the only way to fly. The Declaration sets the terms out clearly: "...whenever any Form of Government becomes destructive of these Ends, it is the Right of the People to alter or to abolish it... Prudence, indeed, will dictate that Governments long established should not be changed for light and transient Causes... But when a long Train of Abuses and Usurpations, pursuing invariably the same Object, evinces a Design to reduce them under absolute Despotism, it is their Right, it is their Duty, to throw off such Government, and to provide new Guards for their future Security."

Emphasis added, though little needed. Not only a right. Sometimes, a duty.

Georgia Gets a Hard Look

The FBI has made a priority investigation out of the 2020 election there. The article treats it as an open question that might go either way; readers of the Hall know that the matter was settled some time ago, and the remaining question is one of responsibility. 

It would be encouraging to see actual consequences for this sort of thing, even for an anarchist. That a political system should be corrupt is no surprise, but watching the powerful gleefully get away with it while the press proclaims that "there is no evidence" of the corruption is -- probably intentionally -- disheartening. For those who believe that government can be a positive good, it is even more important to see consequences for this.

1976 versus 2026

There are many things I really like about 70s culture: Outlaw Country, Shovelhead choppers, proto-Metal and Punk rock, Smokey and the Bandit and its predecessors, The Muppet Show (in spite of its periodic pretenses, which were at least fresh and not so exhausted then). 

The above film from 1976 highlights some of the aspects I like a bit less. Still, it does demonstrate a way in which the Carter presidency allowed the left to embrace America in that era that is currently forbidden: if Kamala Harris had won the recent presidential election, I imagine we'd have a version of this today that was being pushed out by official channels. As this one was: this was a product of the US Information Agency. USIA would have been called the propaganda arm of the US government except that the US government formally defines propaganda as "enemy action to..." that the US itself, therefore by definition, can never perform.

Had Harris won, USAID probably would have funded the 2026 version of this instead. 

The present administration has no such professionals on its side, and any remaining within the bureaucracy certainly wouldn't contribute to celebrating America as long as it is led by the enemy: indeed, I suppose that producing such a film now would satisfy their definition of 'propaganda.' So we'll have to make do with individual efforts from "X" instead. 

Any of you seen any good ones? The day is almost upon us. 

Never Change, OK

Oklahoma having a good day. 

The State of Virginia

Today was the day that unconstitutional gun ban was supposed to go into effect in Virginia, except it was slapped with a statewide injunction after a court found that it was likely to be proven unconstitutional in the lawsuit already filed. 

Separately, the DOJ has filed suit against Virginia today over these laws.

Also, SCOTUS just announced they will hear two relevant cases about banning AR-15s in October. 

Oh. Oh, No.

In a year in which socialist candidates are doing so well, competition for Bad Idea of the Year is fierce! However, we might have a winner already by about the halfway point.

Well, one often learns by making mistakes. Or, you know, someone else may learn from observing the experience.

By the way, the flaw in the plan isn't just the guns. It's the 'crash their system' idea. You are talking about people who are very comfortable operating without a system. When Hurricane Helene came through here, it absolutely crashed the system. Every system. The phones were out, the radios were out, the roads were all cut by fallen trees and washed-away bridges. Nobody waited for 'the system' to get fixed and start making things better. By noon I had a chainsaw militia clearing roads made up of every able-bodied man on the mountain and his chainsaw. Even once we began linking up the volunteer fire department and rescue technicians, guys with tractors were clearing roads the county wouldn't get to for days and the state wouldn't ever. 

FEMA? Never heard of her. 

Soco Gap

On Saturday, I rode across Soco Gap between Haywood and Jackson Counties to head down into the Cherokee Boundary Lands. I wanted to visit the casino because it has a Gordon Ramsay "Street Food" court, and I wanted to see what the famous chef's take on street tacos was like. (Spoiler: Gordon Ramsay doesn't know anything about street tacos.)  We got good and soaked, the several of us bikers headed that way, during a wave of cold and driving rain that came across just then. 

Since I was doing 'little known facts of local history' on the main post, here's another one:

In Cherokee, the pass is known as Ahalunun'yi (ᎠᎭᎷᏄn'Ᏹ), meaning "Ambush Place" or Uni'halu'na (ᎤᏂ'ᎭᎷ'Ꮎ), meaning "where they ambushed;" named after the occasion, probably in the mid-18th century, when the Cherokees ambushed a party of invading Shawnees, all of which were killed except for one, who was sent back (without his ears) to tell his people of the Cherokee victory.

I admire the directness of the Cherokee naming convention. My guess is that there were many more ambushes at that gap. It's the natural 'head them off at the pass' location between Maggie Valley and the main homeland of the Eastern Band of Cherokee. It's not far from Big Witch mountain, which is just a bit to the west along the Blue Ridge Parkway. There are many witches in Cherokee mythology; I don't know which one that title means to connote. 

A Theory of Play

I saw this post on "X" and wondered if it was being tremendously unfair, so I went to see what else I could find about it. It sounds like it might be pretty fair in spite of the tone; the commentator on the other side seems to agree about the basic facts.

I looked into it and was surprised to learn that Lego launched the Friends line after years of market research. In 2008, they found that 90% of Lego sets were being sold for boys, despite the fact that they’ve had pretty gender neutral advertising over the decades. That means if they could find a way to reach out specifically to girls, they could practically double their sales. They studied how girls and boys built and played with castle Legos, and they found that boys built the castle and then enacted battles in front of it — the castle was just the backdrop. The girls built the castle and then were disappointed that there wasn’t anything going on inside of it where they wanted to enact their stories. They also learned that the girls were more interested in smaller projects, and that they were more likely to want to see themselves in the minifigs. And thus “Friends” was born, with hearts and butterflies and pink and purple colors and listed on the Lego website under the category of “girls.”

The second set of comments, which is the one I quoted, is from a site dedicated to science and skepticism from a feminist perspective. She still has some objections to the idea of gendered sales of "girls" toys and "boys" toys, and wants boys to be more comfortable trying out pink and purple and flowers. I kind of think we have probably chased that particular rabbit as far as it'll run, and the question now is what we do instead. 

But I'm no longer in the toy-buying market, and won't be again until and unless I get some grandchildren.  

Othering English

I was listening to someone talking about "othering" this morning, and I realized that part of the reason to avoid jargon is to avoid the baked-in weights it brings. A more usual reason is that you can't speak to anyone outside of your niche if you are captured by the jargon and can no longer express your thoughts without it. That will limit your ability to persuade anyone who isn't already part of your esoteric area of thought. Speaking plain English lets you speak with everyone who understands English.

Yet when you start trying to express what 'othering' might mean in plain English, you discover quickly that right away you lose the judgment that it is necessarily bad. In fact, even as a philosophical concept it isn't bad: it only became assumed to be bad when Critical Theory built out an argument that was adopted into theories of racism and colonialism. More basically, the idea of recognizing that some things aren't you is a necessary part of figuring out what is you, and thus what is yours. Recognizing that some things aren't yours is a necessary part of admitting to some limits on yourself: mind your own business means discerning what is, and is not, your business. Accepting limits on your own grasping will is an ethical value of the first rank.

To say that this is a process of discernment means also that it is a process of refinement. I am now figuring out what I like, and what I don't like. If we were talking not about racism but about, say, wine or fine coffee, we would in fact praise this sort of mindful experience, reflection, and then refinement of our tastes. Kant's Third Critique turns on how to do this well in what he thought was a universal and humane manner. 

That doesn't mean that racism is good, of course. It just means that you now have to explain how this process of recognizing your own limits, of discerning and refining your tastes, can go wrong as well as go right. That's a much more interesting and useful discussion to have; and if you can have it in plain English, you can have it with a much wider audience. 

Intellectual Diversity and Political Tolerance

You can't beat a deal like that.

Biker rallies are intellectually diverse. This one place is selling F*CK TRUMP patches right next to F*CK YOU TRUMP HATERS patches. There is widespread tolerance for varying political opinions, which is probably not what is generally assumed about biker rallies.

You can also buy brass knuckles. Other people's political opinions are generally less threatening when you have a good pair of brass knuckles. 

We're all going to get soaked together anyway.

It’s a racially diverse crowd too. Lots of black bikers up from Atlanta to enjoy the Smokies. The first one I saw was by himself and looked nervous about the Confederate flags*, but I made sure to welcome him so he'd know he was OK. He clearly felt better and, in short order, would have found that he was in no ways alone. We're all Americans up here. 

Usually the Redrum MC comes out, and they’re a Native American/First Nations led motorcycle club (not exclusive; white people can join, but they’re about honoring Native Americans). 

Theoretically this is Outlaws MC territory, but everyone is welcome. I see Outlaws and Pagans and a Hells Angels support club here. It’s just a good time for everyone.

We did get soaked, though.

All together a unifying and memorable experience. 

That one bike with her head turned is especially pretty.

I really appreciate motorcycle culture. People have their heads on right.** The political moment passes; every election is 'the most important of our lifetime.' But in the end, you pick your patch or no patch, sew it on or don't, and we all go ride the eternal mountains together. When all the dry land was one continent, these mountains were still here -- these Appalachians linked to the Grampians in what is now Scotland. They're old, and we're passing. We commune with them and are one with them. 

That's what matters. 

* Locally you see a lot of Confederate flags. This is because the Confederacy won the war here. At the end of the war, Thomas' Legion of Indians and Highlanders compelled the surrender of the last Union forces in the region. The Cherokee Nation declared war on the Union and allied with the Confederacy, for the obvious reason that the Union had been waging war on them since at least President Andrew Jackson, and for the less-obvious reason that they also were a slave-owning power. They joined with Scottish and Scots-Irish Highlanders to form a combined arms force that fought through the entire war. Together, they defeated the Union forces and obtained an agreement to surrender in the local town of Waynesville, North Carolina. As it happened, news of Lee's surrender to Grant arrived at about that same time, so they still held the surrender but reversed the polarity about which side was surrendering. However, the mountain folk were not only never defeated, they won. They remember that they won. The Cherokee often fly the Confederate flag too for the same historical reasons as the Highlanders. 

** Funniest thing that happened today: as I was going to the head, a lady biker with a beer in her hand took one look at me and squared up her shoulders. "Wanna fight?" she demanded. I smiled and answered, "Shore." She put her beer aside, raised her fists, and said, "Let's go!" Then she laughed, tapped my shoulder, picked up her beer and went on about her business. 

Firewood

Conan enjoys this much more than I do.

I usually start in February, and it takes until summer starts to finish. Cut a fallen tree here and there, split it and stack it, a bit at a time as I have time to spend on it. Now it can season all the long summer and autumn, and be fully dry by the time the cold arrives.