Wednesday, September 27, 2006

One of the last feeble hopes...

Happy boithday, Daddy Warbucks!

After that, I'd like to say a few words about one of the last lines of defense that We the People of the several states have against the bloodied boot of our tyrannical government: jury nullification.

Our patsy, puppet Congress can pass their laws; whatever sadist, megalomaniacal sitting President we happen to have can send his tools around and clink people who break them; the less-than-Supreme Court can chortle and giggle and pat their masters on the rump, but only you and I, in a jury of peers, can give them the ol' piss off. Jurors' cast of Not Guilty CAN NOT be overridden by the aforementioned.

When in the ol' box of twelve, you're not just considering the fate of the defendant; you're considering the validity and fairness of the law. Don't listen to the bullsnot 'instructions' that the Judge spiels around "accepting the controlling law as it is given" and "contempt of court"--you are being LIED TO. [note: Not to say the JBT's won't beat you down and not be held accountable for their actions, anyway. Government law, government guns, government court, after all.]

Come ye, all my common-law loving friends, pray for jury duty, and let those 'guilty' of victimless crimes be Not Guilty in the fin. Jury nullification was a long-practiced and very important tradition in a free society, and as a Constitutional protection one of man's last defenses against The Man, and it is in desperate need of resurrection.

not guilty,
-Brenn

Saturday, September 23, 2006

stewed

Luke and I have been feeding a re-discovered addiction of Mega Bomberman. For all those interested in multi-player bomb-kicking mayhem, the four-player adapter is mostly functional. Mostly. There's a slight pause infraction that we're working around. Don't let it discourage you.

Brother Jorges' wife, Misti, has some video and photographic evidence of Thursday night, and that'll be coming sooner or later. Otherwise I've nothing to say. Spent yesterday afternoon in dreary silence, the three of us sprawled about the living room, watching MASH in dim light.

I have a voicemail to check and a phone call to make...those items, in addition to bathing, are all I've got on the docket. I am going to go plot.

CONCOCT, Brenn!
-Brenn

Wednesday, September 20, 2006

Patrick Henry and the damned Constitution

I actually shed a couple'a tears while reading this. Wow. I don't care if you're backed up on your reading: peruse in full:

Shall Liberty or Empire be Sought?

Patrick Henry, 1788

[From a speech made on June 5, 1788, in the Virginia Convention, called to ratify the Constitution of the United States.]

THIS, sir, is the language of democracy--that a majority of the community have a right to alter government when found to be oppressive. But how different is the genius of your new Constitution from this! How different from the sentiments of freemen that a contemptible minority can prevent the good of the majority! If, then, gentlemen standing on this ground are come to that point, that they are willing to bind themselves and their posterity to be oppressed, I am amazed and inexpressibly astonished. If this be the opinion of the majority, I must submit; but to me, sir, it appears perilous and destructive. I can not help thinking so. Perhaps it may be the result of my age. These may be feelings natural to a man of my years, when the American spirit has left him, and his mental powers, like the members of the body, are decayed. If, sir, amendments are left to the twentieth, or tenth part of the people of America, your liberty is gone for ever.

We have heard that there is a great deal of bribery practised in the House of Commons of England, and that many of the members raise themselves to preferments by selling the rights of the whole of the people. But, sir, the tenth part of that body can not continue oppressions on the rest of the people. English liberty is, in this case, on a firmer foundation than American liberty. It will be easily contrived to procure the opposition of the one-tenth of the people to any alteration, however judicious. The honorable gentleman who presides told us that, to prevent abuses in our government, we will assemble in convention, recall our delegated powers, and punish our servants for abusing the trust reposed in them. Oh, sir! we should have fine times, indeed, if, to punish tyrants, it were only sufficient to assemble the people! Your arms, wherewith you could defend yourselves, are gone; and you have no longer an aristocratical, no longer a democratical spirit. Did you ever read of any revolution in a nation, brought about by the punishment of those in power, inflicted by those who had no power at all? You read of a riot act in a country which is called one of the freest in the world, where a few neighbors can not assemble without the risk of being shot by a hired soldiery, the engines of despotism. We may see such an act in America.

A standing army we shall have, also, to execute the execrable commands of tyranny; and how are you to punish them? Will you order them to be punished? Who shall obey these orders? Will your mace-bearer be a match for a disciplined regiment? In what situation are we to be? The clause before you gives a power of direct taxation, unbounded and unlimited--an exclusive power of legislation, in all cases whatsoever, for ten miles square, and over all places purchased for the erection of forts, magazines, arsenals, dockyards, etc. What resistance could be made? The attempt would be madness. You will find all the strength of this country in the hands of your enemies; their garrisons will naturally be the strongest places in the country. Your militia is given up to Congress, also, in another part of this plan; they will therefore act as they think proper; all power will be in their own possession. You can not force them to receive their punishment: of what service would militia be to you, when, most probably, you will not have a single musket in the State? For, as arms are to be provided by Congress, they may or may not furnish them.

The honorable gentleman then went on to the figure we make with foreign nations; the contemptible one we make in France and Holland, which, according to the substance of the notes, he attributes to the present feeble government. An opinion has gone forth, we find, that we are contemptible people; the time has been when we were thought otherwise. Under the same despised government we commanded the respect of all Europe; wherefore are we now reckoned otherwise? The American spirit has fled from hence: it has gone to regions where it has never been expected; it has gone to the people of France in search of a splendid government, a strong, energetic government. Shall we imitate the example of those nations who have gone from a simple to a splendid government? Are those nations more worthy of our imitation? What can make an adequate satisfaction to them for the loss they have suffered in attaining such a government--for the loss of their liberty? If we admit this consolidated government, it will be because we like a great, splendid one. Some way or other we must be a great and mighty empire; we must have an army, and a navy, and a number of things. When the American spirit was in its youth, the language of America was different; liberty, sir, was then the primary object.

We are descended from a people whose government was founded on liberty; our glorious forefathers of Great Britain made liberty the foundation of everything. That country is become a great, mighty, and splendid nation; not because their government is strong and energetic, but, sir, because liberty is its direct end and foundation. We drew the spirit of liberty from our British ancestors; by that spirit we have triumphed over every difficulty. But now, sir, the American spirit, assisted by the ropes and chains of consolidation, is about to convert this country into a powerful and mighty empire. If you make the citizens of this country agree to become the subjects of one great consolidated empire of America, your government will not have sufficient energy to keep them together. Such a government is incompatible with the genius of republicanism. There will be no checks, no real balances, in this government. What can avail your specious, imaginary balances, your rope-dancing, chain-rattling, ridiculous ideal checks and contrivances? But, sir, "we are not feared by foreigners; we do not make nations tremble." Would this constitute happiness or secure liberty? I trust, sir, our political hemisphere will ever direct their operations to the security of those objects.

Consider our situation, sir; go to the poor man and ask him what he does. He will inform you that he enjoys the fruits of his labor, under his own fig tree, with his wife and children around him, in peace and security. Go to every other member of society; you will find the same tranquil ease and content; you will find no alarms or disturbances. Why, then, tell us of danger, to terrify us into an adoption of this new form of government? And yet who knows the dangers that this new system may produce? They are out of sight of the common people; they can not foresee latent consequences. I dread the operation of it on the middling and lower classes of people; it is for them I fear the adoption of this system. I fear I tire the patience of the committee, but I beg to be indulged with a few more observations.

When I thus profess myself an advocate for the liberty of the people, I shall be told I am a designing man, that I am to be a great man, that I am to be a demagog; and many similar illiberal insinuations will be thrown out; but, sir, conscious rectitude outweighs those things with me. I see great jeopardy in this new government. I see none from our present one. I hope some gentleman or other will bring forth, in full array, those dangers, if there be any, that we may see and touch them. I have said that I thought this a consolidated government; I will now prove it. Will the great rights of the people be secured by this government? Suppose it should prove oppressive, how can it be altered? Our Bill of Rights declares that "a majority of the community hath an indubitable, unalienable, and indefeasible right to reform, alter, or abolish it, in such manner as shall be judged most conducive to the public weal."

The voice of tradition, I trust, will inform posterity of our struggles for freedom. If our descendants be worthy the name of Americans they will preserve and hand down to their latest posterity the transactions of the present times; and tho I confess my exclamations are not worthy the hearing, they will see that I have done my utmost to preserve their liberty, for I never will give up the power of direct taxation but for a scourge. I am willing to give it conditionally--that is, after non-compliance with requisitions. I will do more, sir, and what I hope will convince the most skeptical man that I am a lover of the American Union; that, in case Virginia shall not make punctual payment, the control of our customhouses and the whole regulation of trade shall be given to Congress, and that Virginia shall depend on Congress even for passports, till Virginia shall have paid the last farthing and furnished the last soldier.

Nay, sir, there is another alternative to which I would consent; even that they should strike us out of the Union and take away from us all federal privileges till we comply with federal requisitions; but let it depend upon our own pleasure to pay our money in the most easy manner for our people. Were all the States, more terrible than the mother country, to join against us, I hope Virginia could defend herself; but, sir, the dissolution of the Union is most abhorrent to my mind. The first thing I have at heart is American liberty; the second thing is American union; and I hope the people of Virginia will endeavor to preserve that union. The increasing population of the Southern States is far greater than that of New England; consequently, in a short time, they will be far more numerous than the people of that country. Consider this and you will find this State more particularly interested to support American liberty and not bind our posterity by an improvident relinquishment of our rights. I would give the best security for a punctual compliance with requisitions; but I beseech gentlemen, at all hazards, not to give up this unlimited power of taxation. The honorable gentleman has told us that these powers given to Congress are accompanied by a judiciary which will correct all. On examination you will find this very judiciary oppressively constructed, your jury trial destroyed, and the judges dependent on Congress.

This Constitution is said to have beautiful features; but when I come to examine these features, sir, they appear to me horribly frightful. Among other deformities, it has an awful squinting; it squints toward monarchy, and does not this raise indignation in the breast of every true American? Your president may easily become king. Your Senate is so imperfectly constructed that your dearest rights may be sacrificed to what may be a small minority; and a very small minority may continue for ever unchangeably this government, altho horridly defective. Where are your checks in this government? Your strongholds will be in the hands of your enemies. It is on a supposition that your American governors shall be honest that all the good qualities of this government are founded; but its defective and imperfect construction puts it in their power to perpetrate the worst of mischiefs should they be bad men; and, sir, would not all the world, blame our distracted folly in resting our rights upon the contingency of our rulers being good or bad? Show me that age and country where the rights and liberties of the people were placed on the sole chance of their rulers being good men without a consequent loss of liberty! I say that the loss of that dearest privilege has ever followed, with absolute certainty, every such mad attempt.

If your American chief be a man of ambition and abilities, how easy is it for him to render himself absolute! The army is in his hands, and if he be a man of address, it will be attached to him, and it will be the subject of long meditation with him to seize the first auspicious moment to accomplish his design, and, sir, will the American spirit solely relieve you when this happens? I would rather infinitely--and I am sure most of this Convention are of the same opinion--have a king, lords, and commons, than a government so replete with such insupportable evils. If we make a king we may prescribe the rules by which he shall rule his people, and interpose such checks as shall prevent him from infringing them; but the president, in the field, at the head of his army, can prescribe the terms on which he shall reign master, so far that it will puzzle any American ever to get his neck from under the galling yoke. I can not with patience think of this idea. If ever he violate the laws, one of two things will happen: he will come at the head of the army to carry everything before him, or he will give bail, or do what Mr. Chief Justice will order him. If he be guilty, will not the recollection of his crimes teach him to make one bold push for the American throne? Will not the immense difference between being master of everything and being ignominiously tried and punished powerfully excite him to make this bold push? But, sir, where is the existing force to punish him? Can he not, at the head of his army, beat down every opposition? Away with your president! we shall have a king: the army will salute him monarch; your militia will leave you, and assist in making him king, and fight against you: and what have you to oppose this force? What will then become of you and your rights? Will not absolute despotism ensue?

SOURCE: The World's Famous Orations, Vol.1 Pg.67-76

Monday, September 18, 2006

Rollergirl Beer Bath and poker in the mouth.

I've never seen anything like it: first period wrapping up, the pack coming around my dangerous season ticket-bend, Emily is taking a sip from her full cup of PBR when the jammer from the Tampa Bay Derby Darlins (Eve L. Twin) comes tearing through the air, unimpeded, square into Emily's shoulders. All barreled; even the people in the second trackside row were covered with rollergirl and beer. After the period, they made peace.

[In order to plug the image of Dan & Rumblebee, and this one of Mitzi Massacre, myself, & Wet Spot.]

Though Brother Jorges and Misti didn't card it out late with us on Saturday night, I expect we'll be hitting the Hill this week, and I can't do a damned thing other than look forward to it.

As I patter away now, I'm giving a watch to the new Porcupine Tree DVD. Don't make a mistake. Buy it like I did.

Seems I am behind in article plugging:

This is why everybody should carry. Damned JBT's.

Fred Reed is one crazy bandito. Banks beware.


be it here,
-Brenn

Another classic poker night...so a maybe a few will get this one:

Saturday, September 16, 2006

Hee-yaw!

I am straddling the groundswell; this evening is about to climax and send me spouting headfirst into sleep well through Sunday afternoon. It may be the coffee, but I am shivering with pink-knuckled jittery anticipation.

Rollergirls, Brother Jorges, and poker. I'll be ready to get to bed some time around daylight.

In lieu of this, I knew when to stop drinking last night. Luke and Dan weren't so foresightful in their judgment. Speaking of, Happy smeggin' Birthday, Daniel Johnson Malice! Your car insurance goes down today, you dirty old miser.

"faster, faster, kill kill kill!"
-Brenn

Wednesday, September 13, 2006

Home of the Free, Land of the Brave.

"My fellow Americans...there is a great threat to our free world...races that hate our liberties; our way of western life, and are jealous of everything we've done and earned. Our Armed Forces need you now--a more important time than ever--to help protect us against these immoral, violent, spiteful organizations...people of America, we are at grave threat to the ills perpetrated by golems and balrogs. Our country needs you."

...and they'll never send you overseas, unvoluntarily, to kill other human beings. :)

I have to thank Clint for his recollection in mention to this video awhile back. It took a while to find.

-Brenn

Tuesday, September 12, 2006

301. Oh Sunday, and here: 1, 2, and 3. Poor Zhac, that lefty.

Is it time to retire yet?

Another post of brevity. 300th post. What a jerk.

I'd like to take a moment to recognize the very special Professor Gizmo. Not that I have anything to say about him, other than that I sure am glad I ran across something like this. You rock, Giz.









See? There's Giz.


Though on many regrets that I have to attend the MNRG bout on Saturday evening, I encourage you all to go see Nate and the Jacobins this coming Saturday at Club Underground. Make sure to put two straps on your helmet for this one.

Dan popped out of nowhere this evening, and took Luke and I out for Fern's drinks. Just like Nik used to [insert wave]. Anybody who does that is ahyy-plus. During the course of the visit, it was shown to me that Shellac is playing the Varsity Theater tomorrow evening, doors at seven. I have to chair the LPMN ExCom tomorrow evening. At best, I'd be able to skin it close and catch Shellac at nine, but not sure if I want to cut the skin that close. Dan couldn't convince me. Can you?

I can't,
-Brenn

Sunday, September 10, 2006

Such a cloud of gun cleaner fumes in my living room, I am afraid to light a cigarette. Applied a couple new accessories to my AR15 this Friday. Crispy, Zhac and I had a heck of a time at the outdoor range breaking my her in today; despite pockets of delays in the travel, not a single moment of disappointment.

A couple of evening meetings spread across a five-day workweek to suffer before a bombastic weekend, including but not limited to: this season's inaugural home Rollergirls bout, the return of Brother Jorges, and yet another poker marathon of trigonometric proportion. [On MNRG, Liz, your scooter is eight, nine? Nine and down are the free ones. Let me know.]

who's coming to the Hill for one or two this week with,
-Brenn

Friday, September 08, 2006

Slugs and

ohh, slugs. I have not been able to stop or shorten this constant rotation of Genesis' "Duke" and "Abacab" all week.

I made a Peabo Bryson gag a few moments ago, just before noticing that he was a victim of the tax-man [2003]...they even took his damned Grammy Awards. [Pardon, but] what a bunch of cunts.

Justine taking her leave for a nine-day stretch, it seems that she is leaving Dan in my custody, so he and I can be grim and carouse together. I am hoping the weekend is a heavy prop, because I am flat out of panache, and revelry and expounding are the only soma I can get my hands on.

On that, birthday drinks on Saturday evening, and the range [dear authorities, the AR15 will be good and broken in next week] on Sunday afternoon. Ask me if you're invited.

crap-de-sac,
-Brenn

Tuesday, September 05, 2006

Damn tin can, The Evil James Johns' domain is defunct. So it goes.

The serfs of Ohio are being subjected to some nasty checkpoint systems, it seems. I rue the first one I encounter here in St Paul. I hope they catch me on a really, really bad day, too. Especially this week.

Here, the subjects of Utah are rotting away post-government chemical, biological, and nuclear 'testing'. Take THAT, USSR! ...or is it Eastasia, now?

Aside from cleaning guns with Zhac and dueling with Dan, that five-day weekend didn't have nothin' on me. Rearriving to the bureaucratic box today wasn't so bad after so much of ill nothing. Luckily, the panic of being down keeps me mildly ambitious at work. Call it self preservation; a little bit of pleasant wretch for us all.

Never least, though, I get to try to avoid my stupid birthday weekend, potentially breaking in my barrel at a range out north.

...and don't you even mention New Hampshire in my comment box,
-Brenn

Friday, September 01, 2006

Deckled.

Outside of canvassing at the State Fair booth with Crispy yesterday, and picking up my new pal today (and she is nothing less than I imagined), I am riding on a steady streak of nihil. Rex may pay a visit this evening, and I done-did swill with Crispy Wednesday and Thursday evenings, so at least I've a heavy sack of occupation.

Just a few more nights to try to docket before I return to the workforce. Pathetic when you look forward to returning to the office.

imma go crack open this 1.75 of Evan W,
-Brenn