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From deep in the bowels of the VRWC...

Greetings from Grand Cayman, British West Indies. No, I haven't fled the country with a vast trove of illegal cash, seeking to save it from the revenuers. SWWBO and I are on the National Review 2010 Post-Election cruise. I didn't mention it because, well, it's a vacation.

So, yes, I've been silent on SSG Guinta and his Medal of Honor. I rather figure others have got that covered. I've been silent on the START Treaty, if anyone cares what I think on the issue. I've been hanging out with Jonah (who might come visit the Castle) and Andrew Breitbart (who also might come visit the Castle, though I'm not holding my breath on either of them - they are, after all, trapped on a ship with me and SWWBO for a week... so, prudence dictates you mollify and placate your stalkers.

I also had a good chat with Roman Genn, National Review's resident caricaturist, and there will probably be some custom artwork for the next Project Valour-IT fundraiser.

This is ground zero of the Vast Right Wing Conspiracy - Karl Rove will be winging in to Cozumel tomorrow to school us in how to be good little right-wing knuckle-dragging trogs and manipulate the Tri-Lateral Commission. Memo to follow.

Heh. To read the lefties, we're a monobloc of a bloc. And while this is a very pasty white group of gray-hairs, and drum-taut faces that only a plastic surgeon can provide... well, we're a diverse group in numerous other ways.

There are a significant group of RINOs, mostly from the northeast, some from California, who are rather appalled to find out that I and SWWBO don't exactly share their views. They were unaware that creatures like us existed *and* could afford to swing one of these pricey cruises (heh, yeah, we've done two, every other year, while some of the people here are at 10+ NR cruises... Good on 'em, they're providing the cash that keeps the lights on at VRWC Central, even as we undermine their position. Khruschev has nothing on us.

There are a not insignificant number of square-staters here, though we're outnumbered by the bluebloods from the coasts, most of whom are fine people and aren't constantly tripping over their pre-conceived notions because their noses are in the air. But I *am* a touch tired of listening to bold, confident discussions of things military by people who are the very embodiment of "amateurs talk tactics, professionals talk logistics." I generally keep my mouth shut on things economic however, and listen. Many of these folk made their money the old-fashioned way, they earned it.

SWWBO is itching to go up to a microphone during a Q&A period and suggest some of the panelists get out more. The focus on the New York-to-DC axis gets a bit tedious and the tone a bit condescending as they talk about those of us in the squares  SWWBO also bent Jay Nordlinger's ear regarding a bill before Congress regarding Food Safety, which perhaps more accurately should be labeled the "Kill the Farmer's Market to Benefit Agri-Business Bill" and she held his attention and the topic might well find it's way into NR or NRO.  Me,  I've taken to telling people that the lights they see when they fly over us are really bonfires, around which we dance naked and implore our sky-god to give us a good harvest - please don't come live here, it's a horrible, mean existence. They kinda believe that anyway, and I see no reason not to reinforce it...

Mostly, we've met great people from all over and had good conversations, and interesting panel discussions. But some of the discussions of things militant and things square-state have been a bit exasperating, hence memorable.

The most interesting times on the panel discussions have been when Andrew Breitbart and Bernie Goldberg get into it about the media - but I'll save that for a seperate post of it's own. I want to thank Bill, Dusty, and Boq for stepping up and keeping the lights on, allowing me to have an actual vacation away from the keyboard. We'll be back soon - and no, if you are a person of bad intentions, the Castle does not sit empty and unguarded!

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Have you had a chance to bend anyone's ear about the flaming Chicago GFW that The One selected to lead the BATFU?
 
the Castle does not sit empty and unguarded!
Well, dammit! I rented that big truck for naught...
 
"I've taken to telling people that the lights they see when they fly over us are really bonfires, around which we dance naked and implore our sky-god to give us a good harvest"

You forgot the part about cutting themselves and bleeding.
 
Why bother, Neffi.  The bayonets are all bloodstained.
 
Don't want to scare them too much, JW.  Enough they know that we're bitter, and clinging to our guns and bibles.  And that some of us are Catholic, which seems to startle some of the blue-hairs.

Heartless - aren't you supposed to be reading and writing?
 
Not *all* of them, Geoff.  Just the ones that have been *used*...
 
Enjoy.  Just check the watch, quarter and station bill for assignments, and do what the chiefs tell you and you will be fine.

On my cruises we got up every so often to stand watch to make sure the lights stayed on, the screws turned, and that we did not run into anyone or anything, and got where we were going, and were ready to make life miserable for anyone we did not like.  No, no open bar either (cuss at Josephus Daniels!).
Maybe times have changed...

 
Say, is John Derbyshire there? (I assume that Steve Sailer is persona non grata.)
 
I thought I left a comment here, and it disappeared. Dammit.
 
Some of you may remember the Fischer Quintuplets, born in 1963, Aberdeen SoDak. There was a huge media interest, of course, and eventually one of the photographers at the local paper told someone wanting directions to Aberdeen from NYC to fly to Minneapolis, take the Greyhound bus to St. Paul, get out on 7th Street at the Wells Fargo office, and climb aboard the stagecoach. The directions, actually, were correct; there was a Wells Fargo office across the street from the Greyhound depot. There were no stagecoaches, however, or rather, the stagecoach was an advertising prop that did not go anywhere. Someone actually did this, however, and when they finally go to Aberdeen, came to the paper and complained about it. The editor appologized and sent them on their way, and came back to the photo lab to "deal with those photographers". He started to yell at us, but collapsed in laughter.  Flyover land stories.
 
"SWWBO is itching to go up to a microphone during a Q&A period and suggest some of the panelists get out more."
Roaring with laughter at that one. Good God, am I laughing. Too true.
Hunter
Alaska

 
As more and more extreme liberals flock to their Blue "paradises" on the oceanic coasts and the shores of the Great Lakes, and as businesses and conservatives flee those Socialist hells, we may eventually see the day when those of us in "Flyover Country" get tired of paying to sustain their bloated governments and pension systems, as we also lose our patience at their growing hostility to traditional American values and goals.

If the divide becomes as great as I think they may, there really won't be enough shared values and interests to hold the Union together, and I think we may see an effort to oust the free-loaders and anti-Americans from the Union.

I'm almost there already.
 
A whole lot of us are FAR closer than you even care to imagine.
 
JNTA - The Shade of Daniels does *NOT* haunt these spaces, I assure you. 

JTG - Indeed, Derb is here, along with his lovely wife. He sounds like John Cleese.
 
"He sounds like John Cleese."

Ahh, but can he *argue* and *walk* like him?
Inquiring minds wanna know.
Yanno?
0>;~}
 
Yes please keep them away far far away!

Tell them moving here makes the sky god angry and they wouldnt like it when he's angry (read Tornado's, ice storms, etc)