Last Day of my 50’s, and Oh, My, What a Day…
Tomorrow happens to be the anniversary of the Massacre in Chicago:
The Saint Valentine’s Day Massacre is the name given to the February 14, 1929 murder of seven men of the North Side Irish gang during the Prohibition Era. It resulted from the struggle – between the Irish American gang and the South Side Italian gang led by Al Capone – to take control of organized crime in Chicago. Former members of the Egan’s Rats gang were suspected of a significant role in the incident, assisting Capone.
hat tip to Wikipedia
It also is, coincidentally, the birthday of Leonardo DaVinci (fellow left-hander), and, yours truly…
Yes, oddly enough, at least to me, I’ll be 60 years of age… Who knew? <grin>
So I’m entering my 60’s with a sense of wonder, and yet some serious outrage.
Why the latter, you ask?
Thanks for the question… I’ll proceed:
I’ve noticed that Ms. Kellyanne Conway and the other spokesbots have been conspicuously absent or subdued by the usual not-Fox News Channel appearance…
Instead, Mr. Trump has placed this guy, who said such an encouraging thing as:
Stephen Miller: The Whole World Will Soon See – The Powers Of The President – ‘Will Not Be Questioned’
And, let me address the inevitable fellow descendant of Red Sea Pedestrians that is bound to take offense at the comparison…
Before I share the photo, let me say in advance that those family members that chose to remain in the shtetl in Galicia/Poland/Ukraine rather than board the ship from the Black Sea have been fertilizing the Polish topsoil for generations.
Therefore, let it be known that I do not make such comparisons lightly nor flippantly.
Back in the olden days of Usenet, a certain attorney, Mr. Mike Godwin made an observation, which is the actual scientific definition of “law,” namely, the way things tend to be, unless acted upon by an outside force:
Godwin’s law (or Godwin’s rule of Hitler analogies) is an Internet adage which asserts that “As an online discussion grows longer, the probability of a comparison involving Hitler approaches 1“—that is, if an online discussion (regardless of topic or scope) goes on long enough, sooner or later someone will compare someone or something to Hitler.
Promulgated by American attorney and author Mike Godwin in 1990, Godwin’s law originally referred specifically to Usenet newsgroup discussions. It is now applied to any threaded online discussion, such as Internet forums, chat rooms, and comment threads, as well as to speeches, articles, and other rhetoric where reductio ad Hitlerum occurs.
Now, I offer you this, with no apology whatsoever:
Reinhard Tristan Eugen Heydrich (German: [ˈʁaɪnhaʁt ˈtʁɪstan ˈɔʏɡn̩ ˈhaɪdʁɪç] ( listen)) (7 March 1904 – 4 June 1942) was a high-ranking German Nazi official during World War II, and a main architect of the Holocaust. He was an SS–Obergruppenführer und General der Polizei (Senior Group Leader and Chief of Police) as well as chief of the Reich Main Security Office (including the Gestapo, Kripo, and SD). He was also Stellvertretender Reichsprotektor (Deputy/Acting Reich-Protector) of Bohemia and Moravia, in what is now the Czech Republic. Heydrich served as president of the International Criminal Police Commission (ICPC; later known as Interpol) and chaired the January 1942 Wannsee Conference, which formalised plans for the Final Solution to the Jewish Question—the deportation and genocide of all Jews in German-occupied Europe.
So, here we have found ourselves, where we are so terrified of making any comparison to either fascist Italy or Nazi Germany, apparently out of some idea we’re defiling the victims of the Holocaust by the comparison, that we are so damned unwilling to recognize the vibe when it is staring us in the face?
We have retired Lt. Gen., Mike Flynn, who was and is being investigated as shown here:
We have such a man as Mr. Miller that is willing to espouse such a thing as we thought we’d left behind a couple of generations ago…
At what point does this passive resistance become active?
As long as I can do my thing with my cool cane with the brass raven’s headed handle, I’ll march and share my voice, such as it is these days, along with the rest of you.
So, on this Monday afternoon, as always, my mishpocheh, I offer you Shalom, and ask that: