About the Declaration there is a finality that is exceedingly restful. It is often asserted that the world has made a great deal of progress since 1776, that we have had new thoughts and new experiences which have given us a great advance over the people of that day, and that we may therefore very well discard their conclusions for something more modern. But that reasoning can not be applied to this great charter. If all men are created equal, that is final. If they are endowed with inalienable rights, that is final. If governments derive their just powers from the consent of the governed, that is final. No advance, no progress can be made beyond these propositions. If anyone wishes to deny their truth or their soundness, the only direction in which he can proceed historically is not forward, but backward toward the time when there was no equality, no rights of the individual, no rule of the people. Those who wish to proceed in that direction can not lay claim to progress. They are reactionary. Their ideas are not more modern, but more ancient, than those of the Revolutionary fathers.
It is a sobering thought that we will never have another president with this clarity of vision and this ability to articulate it. So… let’s drink. And grill. And watch the bang-bangs.
Of course, there ARE some birthdays, the national festivities notwithstanding, and quite a diverse lot they are. For example, someone whose name will be common at today’s parties; a guy I was forced to read in junior high and quickly learned to hate; the first of the Great American Songwriters; the last of the Great American Presidents; my professional inspiration; my Spirit Animal; the real (((Ann Landers))); the guy who did more to ruin baseball than anyone else; and another in the long line of Great American Songwriters.
Now for the meatier bits.
Trump finally gets Mexico to pay for the wall. I admit that the name of the Sonoran governor ought to set off the conspiracy buffs.
Local city pays over $100k for an assessment of whether they need their own crime lab. Punch line: the assessment will be done by the company that would build the crime lab.
Meanwhile, back in our former colonizer… “fear” “concern” “potential” “could” “possible” … fuck right off, mate.
Old Guy Music today is a Foster classic, with all instruments played by LJ. A trivia question: what’s the lead instrument?