Tag: danger

Quote of the Day: Preferring Disgrace to Danger

 

“The nation which can prefer disgrace to danger is prepared for a master and deserves one.” – Alexander Hamilton

A recent poll revealed if the United States were invaded, 55% of those polled stated they would flee the United States rather than fight to defend it. Naturally, the percentage of those who would flee was greatest among Democrats and lowest among Republicans. (That three-quarters of the Democrats would flee is unsurprising as that party is split 3:1 between grifters and dupes, and grifters always run when their grift ends.) Some people found that discouraging. I did not; rather the opposite. While only 55% staying and fighting might be lower than it was 70 to 50 years ago, it is certainly consistent with historical percentages – and maybe a little higher.

Quote of the Day: On Safetyism

 

“The nation which can prefer disgrace to danger is prepared for a master and deserves one.” – Alexander Hamilton

Hamilton wrote this in the context of the Quasi-War with France and the Barbary Wars against North African states. A nation unwilling to defend its rights and borders soon gets conquered by foreign states and ends up ruled from afar. Or, having paid the Dane-Geld, discovers they never get rid of the Dane.

Distractions Can Be Deadly

 

On Friday afternoon, I learned that the neighbor of a friend of mine was run over by her own car. If another neighbor had not seen what happened and responded, the woman probably would have died.

How did this happen? The woman drove to a home to meet a man and to oversee his doing some work there. The worker did not show up. For some reason, the woman stepped out of her car with the engine running. The car started to roll down the driveway, and her instinct was to reach in and turn the steering wheel because she couldn’t reach the ignition button. The car turned and she was caught underneath it, damaging her chest and lungs. A Medivac was called and she was transported to a nearby hospital.

I Won!

 

Yesterday he thought he could sneak into my office without detection. He had no idea what he was up against. Although I lost him temporarily, I knew he’d be back. They just can’t stay away.

Sure enough, there he was this morning! He wasn’t going anywhere on my watch. Frantically I threw everything off the lower shelf of my bookcase. There! I lurched at him with a towel, but to no avail. But I was determined. I decided I’d have to catch him with my bare hands.

The Love of Dangerous Things

 

There’s talk – silly, absurd talk – of banning the private ownership of cars. Molon labe, baby! You can have my Yukon, my three-ton id, when you pry it from my cold dead hands. And you can forget the self-driving nonsense, too: up here where I live, you can’t see the lines on the road four months out of the year on account of the blowing snow. Good luck dealing with that, Google.

Ayn Rand, in one of her two major works of fiction (I’m going to go with Atlas Shrugged, but someone correct me if I’m wrong – it’s been almost 40 years since I read it) has her heroine wax rhapsodic (as if there’s any other way to wax) about the act of smoking. Dagney (or possibly Dominique) marvels at the flame held in obeisance inches from her, the spark of destruction so casually lashed into service for the pleasure of mankind. Never having been a smoker, and coming of age as I did during the first great anti-smoking crusades of the ’70s, I admit that the imagery was less compelling for me than it might have been for someone of my parents’ generation. But Dagney’s ruminations have remained with me, an oddly vivid example of our peculiar attraction to dangerous things – and to mastering them.

Member Post

 

I am very fond of Daniel Silva’s thrillers, about his Hero, Israeli Intelligence Operative (and now head honcho), Gabriel Allon. Gabriel has worked tirelessly for his country, eliminating terrorists of every stripe, all over the world. His first wife, Leah, who for years has lived in a psychiatric hospital in Israel, was made insane by […]

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