Tuesday, September 25, 2012

On hiatus.... temporarily.

We'll be back soon. RLK.

Sunday, September 23, 2012

A Modest Proposal

I've been thinking about what I've heard this campaign, and I've decided to change my outlook. It is clear that a superceding economic crisis is upon us. There is, of course, only one solution: the transformation of the United States' government into one led by an educated, wise, and intelligent vanguard of the lower middle class. They need not BE lower middle class--indeed, it is better if they are not--but they must provide for that lower middle class by creating policies that disappropriate the ill gotten gains of the upper crust and redistribute it. The obstructive nature of the present regime needs to be reformed so that decisions can be made without interference from those opposed to that vanguard. Furthermore, the law enforcement structure would need to be reformed so that the vanguard's decisions are made reality without interference. Now, there are of course those who would oppose this. They need to be reeducated in the new reality. And the approximately 10% of the country who will not accept the new regime, well, they need to disappear. This is deep and profound wisdom: Professor Ayers said that the above is absolutely true. He worked a long time to bring it about, too. And I understand one of his protigees is doing pretty well this election as well. I'm so excited about the outcome! (Next on the Silverback: the nutritive value of Irish babies and the use of a change in diet for purposes of population reduction....)

Friday, September 21, 2012


Tragedies happen in life.

Back in 2007, in Tilbury, a small town outside Windsor, Ontario, there was a small local tragedy. An eighteen year old girl was in a car on her way to school, with her sister, when the car was struck head on by another car on the wrong side of the road. The girl, Lillian Gagnier, was killed instantly.

She died a child, and had hardly made a ripple in life, although her friends and family mourned her deeply.

Earlier this month, her family gathered for a memorial at her grave site.... and this happened.

A wild faun came up and nuzzled her headstone in the middle of the service.

Now it's entirely possible that the faun was seeking salt, as one sometimes finds on exposed rock. Nevertheless, I have to admit (to quote a friend of mine)..... Goosebumps!

Wednesday, September 19, 2012

No Topless Kate Pix?

They say that France has banned publication of topless pictures of the Duchess of Cambridge.

Just damn. Guess I can't print this now.

Tuesday, September 18, 2012

REPOST: Tattered Remnant #007:
Janusz Korczak: Protector of Children

The introduction to this series can be found here.

I first ran this essay three years ago. It remains the most popular on my Tattered Remnants subblog (after the entry for Titanic.) This man is worthy of honor and remembrance.


When I was the little boy you see in the photograph, I wanted to do all the things that are in this book. But I forgot to, and now I'm old. I no longer have the time or the strength to go to war or to travel to the land of the cannibals. I have included this photograph because it's important what I looked like when I truly wanted to be a king, and not when I was writing about King Matt. I think it's better to show pictures of what kings, travelers, and writers looked like before they grew up, or grew old, because otherwise it might sem that they knew everything from the start and were never young themselves. And then children will think they can't be statement, travelers, and writers, which wouldn't be true.

--Janusz Korczak (Henryk Goldszmit), King Matt the First, 1923 (Translated by Emse Raji Codell)

I first read about Janusz Korczak in a war novel: Mila 18, by Leon Uris, the famous Jewish American teller of heroic (if occasionally tall) tales from the 1960s and 1970s, now, alas, much out of fashion.

I did not know it was about Janusz Korczak that I was reading, however. Uris, as novelists will, combined together two famous figures from history into one, a character named Alexander Brandel. One of the two sources was Immanuel Ringelbaum, a historian and creator of the "Oyneg Shabbos" archives (whom I shall discuss in a later entry of this collection). The other was Janusz Korczak.

In Uris's book, at one point, the Alexander Brandel character is captured during a Nazi German Aktion, that is, an operation to sweep up Jews for shipment to a concentration camp. He is freed, however, before his arrival at Umschlagplatz (the transfer point to the gas chambers) when his friend Andrei Androfski, a heroic former Polish Army officer, goes berzerk and shoots the guards. When asked later why he attacked the Nazis, the Androfski character responds: "It was Alex... I could not let them take Alexander Brandel to the Umschlagplatz."

I can understand that Uris, a former Marine and a wonderful if brutal celebrant of the noble violence of the soldier, could not bear to let one as Korczak walk passively to his death. It was, alas, a bit of wish fulfillment on his part.

For, in real life, Uris's "Alexander Brandel" – Janusz Korczak – did indeed walk to Umschlagplatz. And his long walk to the train is one of the most heartbreaking, yet in its own way glorious, of scenes from the history of the 20th century, and elevated Dr. Korczak to be among the highest ranking of all of history's Tattered Remnant.

Janusz Korczak's birth name was Henryk Goldszmit. He was born in 1878 or 1879 in Warsaw, then under Imperial Russian rule. Little is known of his youth; even the correct year of his birth is uncertain. When he was around eighteen year old, his father died suddenly, leaving the young Henryk as head of his family and chief breadwinner.

As the invaluable Wikipedia tells us, "[i]n 1898 he used Janusz Korczak as a writing pseudonym in Ignacy Paderewski's literary contest. The name originated from the book Janasz Korczak and the Pretty Swordsweeperlady by Józef Ignacy Kraszewski." It is also said that he misspelled the original 'Janasz' as 'Janusz' but chose to stick with the altered name.

That is very interesting. Kraszewski was the leading children's storyteller of his day: it is as if Henryk named himself Henry Potter, or Bilbo Baggin. His own work and life, however, has given him the well deserved name of children's hero in his own right--even though the story from which he took the name has faded from memory.

He studied medicine, and became a pediatrician. He became noted also as the creator and operator of orphanages, in particular the Dom Sierot, the orphanage of his own design for Jewish children in Warsaw.

Having known early on the loss of a father, Dr. Korczak devoted his life to children, particularly the psychology of children and how best to teach them. He was among the first to turn away from the rigid memorization and harsh punishments of the teachers of children of that day. Again, Wikipedia:

Korczak['s]... general concept was that any child has his own way, his own path, on which he embarks immediately following birth. The role of a parent or a teacher is not to impose other goals on a child, but to help children achieve their own goals. His book How to Love a Child begins with the following:

You are saying: "Children are annoying".

You clarify: "You need to always kneel to their perceptions".

You are wrong.

Because you actually need to tip-toe to their perceptions and ideals
Korczak's various works, novels and stories – Child of the Drawing Room, King Matt the First (Król Macius Pierwszy) and its sequel King Matt on the Desert Island (Król Macius na Wyspie Bezludnej), made him quite famous. Once more, Wikipedia:

The later Kaitus the Wizard (Kajtus czarodziej) (1935) anticipated Harry Potter in depicting a schoolboy who gains magic powers (and its popularity in the 1930s, in both Polish and translation to several other languages, was nearly comparable to the present one of the Potter series). Kaitus has, however, in his journey toward becoming a wizard, a far more difficult path than Harry Potter: he has no Hogwarts-type School of Magic where he could be taught by expert mages, but must learn to use and control his powers all by himself - and most importantly, to learn his limitations.

"He ... must learn to use and control his powers ... by himself - and most importantly, to learn his limitations." In that we see the summation of his pedagogical theory. Within the sum of his powers, those children under his authority were left, as far as possible, to find their own way: not abandoned, but left to draw those swords from stones as were within their powers and talents themselves.

Korzcak's career was shadowed by the dark anti-Semitism that dogged his days. In the early 1930s, now famous, and given the title Pan Doktor ("Mr. Doctor"), he had his own radio show, where he broadcast many of his ideas on child-raising. Anti-Semites drove him off of the air after a few months. He went to Palestine in the mid-1930s; as a result of his writing on his visit, many Polish newspapers dropped his column.

Alas, things were not to improve. In 1939, the German Army crushed the Polish military and took Poland at the opening of WWII. Korczak's orphanage was closed and he was forced to move it inside the Warsaw Ghetto. Korczak moved into the ghetto with the children.

In 1942, the SS, Gestapo and all the instruments of Nazi power gathered together for what was called the Grossaktion: the "Great Operation" or "Big Action" to drive all of Warsaw's captive half-million Jews to their deaths at the Treblinka extermination camp. Hundreds of thousands of people were dragged from their homes, put on trains at a train station called the Umschlagplatz ("Assembly Square") and taken to be gassed.

They came for Korczak and his orphanage in the first week of August, 1942. The event was described in Wladyslaw Szpilman's book The Pianist:

One day, around 5th August when I had take a brief rest from work and was walking down Gesia Street, I happened to see Janusz Korczak and his orphans leaving the ghetto. The evacuation of the Jewish orphanage run by Janusz Korczak had been ordered for that morning.

The children were to have been taken away alone. He had the chance to save himself, and it was only with difficulty that he persuaded the Germans to take him too. He had spent long years of his life with children and now, on this last journey he could not leave them alone. He wanted to ease things for them. He told the orphans they were going out in to the country, so they ought to be cheerful. At last they would be able exchange the horrible suffocating city walls for meadows of flowers, streams where they could bathe, woods full of berries and mushrooms. He told them to wear their best clothes, and so they came out into the yard, two by two nicely dressed and in a happy mood.

The little column was lead by an SS man who loved children, as Germans do, even those he was about to see on their way into the next world. He took a special liking to a boy of twelve, a violinist who had his instrument under his arm. The SS man told him to go to the head of the procession of children and play – and so they set off. When I met them in Gesia Street the smiling children were singing in chorus, the little violinist was playing for them and Korczak was carrying two of the smallest infants, who were beaming too, and telling them some amusing story. I am sure that even in the gas chamber, as the Zyklon B gas was stifling childish throats and striking terror instead of hope into the orphans hearts, the Old Doctor must have whispered with one last effort, ‘it's all right, children, it will be all right’. So that at least he could spare his little charges the fear of passing from life to death."

In the end, Pan Doktor did indeed "go to war, and travel to the land of the cannibals." And while his body did not survive the journey, his spirit shines to this day.


There are many memorials today to Pan Doktor. The Polish People's Republic issued a commemorative coin with his image. An asteroid bears his name: 2163 Korczak. His pedagogical teachings were memorialized by the United Nations in the International Declaration of the Rights of the Child in 1970. Perhaps most poignantly, in the now-empty fields of the Treblinka II death-camp are some 17,000 stones: one for each village or town that sent people die in that terrible place. Only one of the stones bears a proper name: it reads: "Janusz Korczak and The Children."

But for all those, perhaps the best memorial of Janusz Korczak lies in the pocket of an old man on an Israeli kibbutz.

In January 23, 2008, the New York Times profiled a number of of Korczak's survivors, now old, living in honor in Israel. One of those profiled Schlomo Nadel, who was in Korczak's orphanage, tells the following story:

Mr. Nadel said one of his favorite memories was from Passover in 1933 or 1934. The festive meal would be held in the dining room. But with more than 100 children, Korczak had to find an innovative way to have them search for the “afikoman,” the hidden piece of matzo redeemed for a prize by the child who finds it.

His creative solution: make it a walnut hidden in one of the matzo balls served in the chicken soup.

“Everyone’s spoons were digging into the matzo balls, and I saw I had something hard inside mine,” Mr. Nadel said. “Everyone rushed to see.”

As he spoke, he reached into his left pocket and pulled out a handkerchief. He unfolded it to reveal a dark leather pouch held together with fraying tape. Inside were shards of that walnut.

Let that symbol of the joy of a child be the sign by which he is best remembered.

Thursday, September 13, 2012

Why Conservatives Cannot Abide Obama

                  I sing of Olaf, glad and big...... - e. e. cummings

I have been quite silent on my blog for weeks; time has been short. But the time for silence has ended.

This is a letter written to "Robin", a friend-of-a-friend on Facebook. She posted in a very lively thread on the election season:
I truly want to know exactly why the right hates Obama and Biden so much.... outside of what appears a visceral hatred of all things democratic, and especially if suggested by Obama {even things the republicans insisted on including in legislation they didn't vote for after all] I cannot see any valid reason why he gets condemned for things he hasn't even done....
She has–a first, frankly, among Democrats of my acquaintance–asked for an explanation as to why we are so opposed: politely and with at least an apparent desire to hear us out, at least once. So here you are, Robin. Why can we not stand Obama? Here goes. It's long.


Dearest Robin:

First of all, at the risk of boring you there are several details of my personal life that are salient to what you are about to read. First, I am and always have been a Conservative, indeed "right wing" Republican. And although I have, of late, garnered some disapproving remarks from Karen for my views :0), she has known me since the early 1980s and, I hope, she has not regarded me with hostility for my views (although she strongly disagrees with them).

I am a 'moderate' conservative; I am not a RonPaul!ian libertarian although I am somewhat libertarian in outlook (though I simply despise Ayn Rand). I am a strong social conservative and am an unapologetic abortion abolitionist for reasons you will see elsewhere in my blog. My Catholic faith shapes my views profoundly, although I am not interested in imposing the Catholic faith on anyone else. I regard the right not to be aborted as a human right, applicable to all people at all times throughout history.

Conversely, I am a lifelong enemy of Marxism and all it stands for as a distortion of human dignity and merely an excuse for totalitarianism. It is a bloodthirsty philosophy:  it has killed uncounted hundreds of millions of people. I spent the years 1982 to 1997 working for the US Government against the Soviets and the aftermath of Soviet Socialism; I regard the fall of the Soviet Union without a shot in '91 as the greatest single day of my life. Marxism is evil; it is a distortion of political reality and requires a dictatorship to last.

Secondly, I have extensive political experience; worked on several Presidential campaigns from Bush I in 88 to Bush II in 2000; met my wife at the second Bush I campaign in '92. I worked on Capitol Hill as a staffer on census related issues for 2 years, 1997-1999. I've been on the inside of GOP politics, sometimes at a very high level (although in a very junior position). I know whereof I speak. It might welll make me the devil incarnate to you :0) but I have spent a lot of time trying to get Republicans elected.

Thirdly, I was a peacekeeper in Bosnia for more than two years, Jan 2000 to May 2002; I had direct experience in the aftermath of the abominations that occurred in that country. Those abominations followed directly from Slobodan Milosevic's use of anti-Islamic paranoia to deflect attention away from himself and allow his party–hardcore Marxists who changed their party name–to remain in power until he was overthrown in 2001.

Finally, I'm an immigration attorney. Now how can a right wing Republican be an immigration attorney? Not all of us, or even very many of us, (in spite of what you might believe) want to have an all-white America that is bereft of immigrants. I recognize that we MUST have a viable immigration-friendly culture if we are to survive and thrive. (And there's a direct connection between abortion and illegal immigration–but you can investigate that rant elsewhere on  my blog.)

I recognize that we are a nation of immigrants. But I have come to do what I do because whatever social harm 'illegal immigrants' do, it is more conservative to get them status if possible than it is to round them up like the Serbs did to Muslims. I don't believe in ethnic cleansing; indeed, I hate it and anything that smacks of it. We did what we did to the Japanese in WW2: I don't ever want to see a repeat.

Okay. That's my background. Here's the exposition.


You want to hear why I and the Right cannot abide Obama? Here it is: Obama stands for a philosophy and a world view that is completely out of kilter with either human nature (objective and immutable) or with the American experience. He is a Marxist pure and simple, but not a Soviet marxist (which requires the 'dictatorship of the proletariat') nor is he a European Marxist. He's something else: we're not entirely sure what (he's very hard to pin down) but he's some variety of Marxist, perhaps one we have never seen before.

But in his pursuit of Marxism he wants to impose on America a philosophy and world view that is objectively false. He wishes to do so through the imposition of laws and policies–race preference, government giveaways, welfare largesse far beyond that which is necessary–that are alien to the American character and that would require the transmogrification of the American body politic and culture into something it is not. It won't work, of course, and eventually it will collapse like Marxism *always* collapses ("you always run out of other peoples' money"- Margaret Thatcher). But to maintain it it would require the transformation of the American republic into a federally driven bureaucratic nightmare, a Post Office, or Immigration Bureau, writ large.

You look at him and say, but what about the economy! And we say: he has no qualifications whatsoever to be doing anything about the economy. His economic theory is straight out of a 1970s Bolivian high school.

Everything that has been done has been done turning the laws of economics on their head. We learned long ago that you cannot 'whip inflation now' through buttons while pumping M-1 dollars into the economy; you have to have a careful balance between the amount of dollars in the economy and the amount of wealth in the economy. If the population grows 4% and the economy grows 4% then the money supply needs to grow 4% (plus or minus a half point or so). Overdo the dollars, and inflation follows as night follows day. His economic stimuli programs, which you view with equanimity, we view as pure poison and a prescription for hyperinflation: not today, not tomorrow, but soon and for years afterward.

Double the debt and finance that debt with out-of-thin-air new paper dollars from the Fed and you're buying 100% inflation in a couple of years. That it hasn't happened yet doesn't mean it will not. I fully expect that it will happen within two years and the howling that will follow will destroy the Democrats, who will be held responsible. (And don't get me started as to the Democrats' causing this crisis to begin with by the bank robbery through loans to the poor that Dodd and Frank wrought and Bush tried, unsuccessfully, to stop.)

In short, his lumpenKeynesianism is economic crack cocaine: pleasant for one or two hits but you wind up impoverished and begging for another hit in short order.

As for Obamacare? None of the government's business to control health care. If you want cradle to grave government healthcare, go to Britain. Just take a number when you go to the hospital; the doctor will see you sometime before the coronation of William V. Maybe.

As for why we are hostile to Obama himself: he is cringeworthy with every speech he gives. He views the world through an inverted moral lens. Everything we view as good–-American exceptionalism, opportunity, the room to excel–-he regards as evil.  Exceptionalism is imperialism. Opportunity is exclusion. Excellence is bigotry. He operates as if Republicans are by nature racist-to-the-core and views us as having a completely alien outlook. He views American exceptionalism as mindless jingoism.

He is entirely reductive: he views the American experience as being all about the Benjamins: not about creativity and human endeavor. His 'you didn't build that' remark tells us that he regards the productive class as being parasitical; and those of us with any knowledge of what that kind of 'parasiticalness' means to the left see barbed wire behind it. He's not interested in merely taking our wealth: he cannot abide opposition, and must eventually deprive us of our liberty to succeed.

We know where he wants to take us. And we do not care to go there.


We celebrate our faith, our independence, our national identity. He views as 'bitter clingers' to our 'guns and Bibles.' His contempt for us is visceral. We can sense it. And we don't like it. Not. One. Bit.

And I don't know about you, but I sense he carries with him the stench of anti-Semitism. He really, really, really loathes the Jews. (Why they vote for him is a mystery. It's like voting for Father Coughlin.) And as a likely hangover of his Muslim education, he smiles and blinks away the naked anti-Semitism of the kind of perverted and triumphalist Islam that hangs black flags on our embassies and kills our ambassadors. And he appears to not mind a bit if Israel disappeared in a mushroom cloud if it were expedient.

The Obama experiment cannot work; it's been tried over and over: Russia, Eastern Europe, Germany, China, Korea, Cuba–every so-called effort to create a Worker's State, under a national or international socialism has produced nothing but a Bureaucrat's power trip and massive oppression for everyone else.

This effort will be no different. It cannot work because it does not take the fundamental lessons of history, of how a democratic republic works. It requires in the end a police state structure, a secret police force, detention camps, televideo court proceedings, summary hearings, summary justice.

And finally, he represents something that the Republican right views as a form of malign insanity: we really, really, really loathe being called racists for opposing him. For two reasons: one, it is not true. Second, it is not true! And third: if he keeps using that kind of language the REAL racists will come out of the closet. And not all (or even most) of the naked racists are on the right. Beware. There was a time when calling someone a Communist inspired fear; now the cite gets a :P in response and real Marxists are in power. What happens when the word Racist loses its power to intimidate through overuse? You may find out. And not from "conservatives."

In short, I and we loathe Obama not because he is black but because he is  Red.

Biden I loathe simply because he is a blithering idiot. And no he didn't supervise a nickel. ('Only one hand can wear the Ring, and he does not share power.')

Part III

You think that my warnings of his style of police structure are a right wing fantasy. Imagine a world where a defendant, once taken into custody, disappears into a jail system and his family has no right to find him. They go to the police headquarters and they are denied admission. He has no right to an attorney unless his family hires one for him. The attorney calls and asks: Where is my client? And they answer: Do you have a signed form with his signature? Attorney: Now how can I if I don't know where he is? And they say: I'm sorry sir, I can't help you without a signature.....

Imagine that the accused has no right to bond if he has even the slightest criminal history. He appears only in court by TV set and his lawyer cannot sit next to him and counsel him: indeed the lawyer can only do so over the TV set in front of the judge and the prosecutor. The Rules of Evidence do not protect him, and he can be deprived of his family forever by a decree of a judge after fifteen minutes, after which he is exiled, never to return to his home or family.

You think I'm making this up? No. I live this. I am an immigration attorney and *I SEE THIS EVERY SINGLE DAY* in my practice. If you are an alien–immigrant or eeelegul–and you fall afoul of Homeland Security the constitutional rights you thought you had are of no value whatsoever.

And Obama is driving this train.  Why? By "concentrating on removing 'criminal aliens'" he jams the system in such a way so that a minority of the 'illegal immigrants' cannot ever have their cases resolved because the courts are so jammed with 'criminals.'

And you can't blame this on Bush (although a lot of it you can blame on the GOP in 1996 when they passed the 'IIRIARA' law, which gave him the power to do this.)

What did I hear? Gitmo? Forget it. Gitmo is a piffle, a couple of hundred people, max. The Immigration system consumes hundreds of thousands of people a year, spits them up and chews them out.

I have seen in the course of the last several years an man with a wife and 3 kids who thought he had asylum granted picked up and deported because he didn't file an 'I-589'–which he had never heard of.   I've seen a 60 year old man deported his homeland--which he left at age 2 as a WW2 baby--a country whose language he no longer spoke,  for a crime he committed in the late 60s when he was 18. I've even seen a man deported for a $130 misdemeanor ticket: that was a bitter loss indeed.

And all it would take to turn this force on the rest of us is a 'national emergency' and a new Patriot act, an the Immigration Courts become Immigration and Citizenship courts, with 'civil detention' replacing criminal sentences.... a la a People's Court or the Stalinist equivalent.

So. In a nutshell: this is why we cannot, and I cannot, abide Obama. Not because of his race –I'd vote for Condoleeza Rice for President in a heartbeat, or back in the day for Colin Powell (who is retired now). I loathe him because he wants to take us somewhere this horrible century has already gone.

Like I said, not because he is black, but because he is Red.

I was taught Russian by a man whose mother had no fingernails. She'd been an Old Bolshie; the NKVD extracted them while interrogating her in 1938. I don't want to live in a country that is capable of that. But that is what lies at the end of the Marxist road. Of that I am certain: and that end I will resist. And my fellow conservatives with me.

                 There is some shit I will not eat. - e. e. cummings

Monday, September 10, 2012

Obama Care in One Sentence:



How It Starts.

"And one day, too late, your principles, if you were ever sensible of them, all rush in upon you. The burden of self-deception has grown too heavy, and some minor incident, in my case my little boy, hardly more than a baby, saying ‘[You] swine,’ collapses it all at once, and you see that everything, everything, has changed and changed completely under your nose. The world you live in—your nation, your people—is not the world you were born in at all. The forms are all there, all untouched, all reassuring, the houses, the shops, the jobs, the mealtimes, the visits, the concerts, the cinema, the holidays. But the spirit, which you never noticed because you made the lifelong mistake of identifying it with the forms, is changed. Now you live in a world of hate and fear, and the people who hate and fear do not even know it themselves; when everyone is transformed, no one is transformed. Now you live in a system which rules without responsibility even to God. The system itself could not have intended this in the beginning, but in order to sustain itself it was compelled to go all the way....

"Suddenly it all comes down, all at once. You see what you are, what you have done, or, more accurately, what you haven’t done (for that was all that was required of most of us: that we do nothing). You remember those early meetings of your department in the university when, if one had stood, others would have stood, perhaps, but no one stood. A small matter, a matter of hiring this man or that, and you hired this one rather than that. You remember everything now, and your heart breaks. Too late. You are compromised beyond repair."


 Copyright notice: Excerpt from pages 166-73 of They Thought They Were Free: The Germans, 1933-45 by Milton Mayer, published by the University of Chicago Press. ©1955, 1966 by the University of Chicago. All rights reserved. This text may be used and shared in accordance with the fair-use provisions of U.S. copyright law, and it may be archived and redistributed in electronic form, provided that this entire notice, including copyright information, is carried and provided that the University of Chicago Press is notified and no fee is charged for access. Archiving, redistribution, or republication of this text on other terms, in any medium, requires the consent of the University of Chicago Press. (Footnotes and other references included in the book may have been removed from this online version of the text.) 


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Thursday, September 6, 2012

In Honor of the Democrat Notional Convention This Week.....

We are maintaining strict radio silence until next Monday.

"If  you can't say anything nice, don't say anything at all." - Thumper