Freedom! . . . Right?

You need only reflect that one of the best ways to get yourself a reputation as a dangerous citizen these days is to go about repeating the very phrases which our founding fathers used in the struggle for independence.

Charles A. Beard

 

Presentation of the DeclarationPresentation of the Declaration by John Trumbull

The Declaration of Independence lists the “repeated injuries and usurpations,” the  “causes for the separation” of the American colonies from the British motherland:

 Note: “He” refers to King George III


He has refused his Assent to Laws, the most whole-
   some and necessary for the public good.

He has forbidden his Governors to pass Laws of 
   immediate and pressing importance, unless 
   suspended in their operation till his Assent 
   should be obtained; and when so suspended, he 
   has utterly neglected to attend to them.

He has refused to pass other Laws for the 
   accommodation of large districts of people, 
   unless those people would relinquish the right 
   of Representation in the Legislature, a right 
   inestimable to them and formidable to tyrants 
   only.

He has called together legislative bodies at places 
   unusual, uncomfortable, and distant from the 
   depository of their public Records, for the sole 
   purpose of fatiguing them into compliance with 
   his measures.

He has dissolved Representative Houses repeatedly, 
   for opposing with manly firmness his invasions 
   on the rights of the people.

He has refused for a long time, after such 
   dissolutions, to cause others to be elected; 
   whereby the Legislative powers, incapable of 
   Annihilation, have returned to the People at 
   large for their exercise; the State remaining 
   in the mean time exposed to all the dangers of 
   invasion from without, and convulsions within.

He has endeavoured to prevent the population of 
   these States; for that purpose obstructing the 
   Laws for Naturalization of Foreigners; refusing 
   to pass others to encourage their migrations 
   hither, and raising the conditions of new 
   Appropriations of Lands.

He has obstructed the Administration of Justice, by 
   refusing his Assent to Laws for establishing 
   Judiciary powers.

He has made Judges dependent on his Will alone, for 
   the tenure of their offices, and the amount and 
   payment of their salaries.

He has erected a multitude of New Offices, and sent 
   hither swarms of Officers to harrass our people, 
   and eat out their substance.

He has kept among us, in times of peace, Standing 
   Armies without the Consent of our legislatures.

He has affected to render the Military 
   independent of and superior to the Civil power.

He has combined with others to subject us to a 
   jurisdiction foreign to our constitution, and 
   unacknowledged by our laws; giving his Assent 
   to their Acts of pretended Legislation:

For Quartering large bodies of armed troops among us:

For protecting them, by a mock Trial, from 
    punishment for any Murders which they should 
    commit on the Inhabitants of these States:

For cutting off our Trade 
    with all parts of the world:

For imposing Taxes on us without our Consent:

For depriving us in many cases, 
    of the benefits of Trial by Jury:

For transporting us beyond Seas 
    to be tried for pretended offences

For abolishing the free System of English Laws in a 
    neighbouring Province, establishing therein an 
    Arbitrary government, and enlarging its 
    Boundaries so as to render it at once an example 
    and fit instrument for introducing the same 
    absolute rule into these Colonies:

For taking away our Charters, abolishing our most 
    valuable Laws, and altering fundamentally the 
    Forms of our Governments:

For suspending our own Legislatures, and declaring 
    themselves invested with power to legislate 
    for us in all cases whatsoever.

He has abdicated Government here, by declaring us 
   out of his Protection and waging War against us.

He has plundered our seas, ravaged our Coasts, burnt 
   our towns, and destroyed the lives of our people.

He is at this time transporting large Armies of 
   foreign Mercenaries to compleat the works of 
   death, desolation and tyranny, already begun 
   with circumstances of Cruelty & perfidy scarcely 
   paralleled in the most barbarous ages, and 
   totally unworthy the Head of a civilized nation.

He has constrained our fellow Citizens taken Captive 
   on the high Seas to bear Arms against their 
   Country, to become the executioners of their 
   friends and Brethren, or to fall themselves by 
   their Hands.

He has excited domestic insurrections amongst us, 
   and has endeavoured to bring on the inhabitants 
   of our frontiers, the merciless Indian Savages, 
   whose known rule of warfare, is an 
   undistinguished destruction of all ages, sexes 
   and conditions.

In summary, an out-of-touch government abused its power and passed laws detrimental to its citizens.

For that, we waged a revolution.

What is it we’re celebrating again?

Oh, right. Freedom.

 


 

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Lessons in Adventuring

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This ten-minute free write from the Prompt Box came courtesy of @youarecarrying.

Simply tweet the word “inventory” and you’ll get a random list of objects.

 


 

The adventurer stands before his prize.

His long journey began many days ago, when he owned nothing but a shilling and a fused, ninety-ohm bedistor.

For months he wandered through hostile territory, fending off aggressive enemies and vicious woodland creatures, scavenging his defeated foes for more useful objects, and slowly building his private hoard of gold coins to finally purchase the shiny scroll allowing him to learn the spell permitting him to cast the Flexible Black Circle.

The spell granted him access to this room, cleverly hidden behind a false wall in a dusty closet. Rumor had it the owner of this house had been a skilled alchemist; what wealth he must have had on his person to hide himself here in a futile last stand!

He stoops to search the cloak wrapped round the dusty skeleton:

one gold coin and a new brick.

 

The controller nearly breaks as I throw it across the room.

I wasted a whole day for this!?

I could have been leveling up!

Inventory for Lessons in Adventuring

 


 

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Fading Gentility Prompt Box

Gentility

noun  |  gen·til·i·ty  |  \jen-‘ti-lə-tē\

1a :  the condition of belonging to the gentry

1b :  gentlefolk, gentry

2a (1) :  decorum of conduct :  courtesy

2a (2) :  attitudes or activity marked by false delicacy, prudery, or affectation

2b :  superior social status or prestige evidenced by manners, possessions, or mode of life

Signs run up and down the eastern seaboard:
 hidden to the average naked eye;
 revealed to those knowing the signs already.

Find a map: an honest-to-goodness paper 
 map stained with ketchup and mustard and grease
 and oil and the grit and grime of road trips - 
 not some satellite-produced, digitally-
 rendered version glowing on a glass-like 
 screen of modern technomancy.
 
Look at the names of counties and townships 
 and villages and roads, of lakes and streams 
 and rivers, of mountains and valleys 
 and other geographic terrain.

Pick a place at random: throw a dart, choose from a 
 hat, select a site with a nice-sounding name; 
 any place will do.
 
Visit the churchyard cemeteries: the old ones with 
 family plots marked out by mausoleums or low stone 
 walls or wrought-iron fences.
 
Open the phone book: few – if any – of the names 
 found engraved on these eternal monuments remain. 

Drive the roads: the ones with nearly unpronounceable 
 names or names that don’t sound like they look they 
 should. 

Ask the old timers and no two of them will agree 
 on how the name should be said. 

Look around:

 the brick buildings of the once-bustling downtown 
  with fading painted signage now converted into loft 
  apartments or the tourist-centered shops one finds 
  in any small town trying to regenerate before it 
  succumbs to the appeal and attraction of larger 
  cities or becomes boarded up all together

 the old houses too large for the lots they sit on 
  surrounded by smaller houses
  encroached on by modern buildings
  threatened by trailer parks
  pulled down by vines and weather 
  and ravages of time

Take it all in and consider it all together:
  the cemeteries,
  the names,
  the architecture,
  the decay,
  and the signs all point to one thing:
   the long, slow, inevitable decline 
    and fading away of a once-proud gentility.

 


 

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A [Penny] Pressing Matter

Last week I mentioned my squished penny collection.

Elongateds, to the hoity-toity connoisseur.

Which I was . . . once upon a time.

Apparently, people “in the trade” now call them “ECs”

Machines stand all over the world, turning loose change into charming souvenirs.

Pressed Penny Machine

Don’t worry about defacing currency!

Penny presses are perfectly legal – in the U.S., at least.

Pressed Penny Legal

Per U.S. Code section 331, it is legal to alter/mutilate 
U.S. coins if done without fraudulent intent.

This law makes it a crime to fraudulently deface currency.

Unless you plan on passing off your flattened friend as legal tender, it’s all good.

In other countries – like Canada – it’s a crime to deface the images appearing on currency; therefore, they often supply a blank metal alloy disk [more on this later].

In The Beginning . . .

Squished pennies first arrived at the 1893 Columbian Exposition.

Fun fact, the fair was supposed to open in 1892 – the 400th anniversary of Columbus’ voyage.

1893 Columbian Exposition Squished PennyThis bad boy sells for hundreds of dollars.

No, I do not have one.

Yet.

My personal descent into hoarding copper cents began in the early 90s – no earlier than ’92 and no later than ’94.

I know this because that summer my family visited Florida to visit an aunt on my mom’s side.

My parents also listened to a timeshare spiel and received family tickets for Sea World.

At the time, Sea World had a motion/simulator ride called Mission: Bermuda Triangle.

Near the exit to the ride I saw my first pressed penny machine.

I wanted one and my parents said yes.

Little did they know what they were getting into.

That 51¢ opened a whole new world to me – a world of affordable and unique souvenirs.

MIssion Bermuda Trianlge Squihed PennyThe coin that started it all.

Family and friends would bring them as gifts.

When dial-up came to our house, I joined some of the very first online trading clubs.

Back then they were free.

Now, the reputable ones cost money. Money that I don’t have.

I found unique coins on eBay.

Nixon Squished PennyBig Pen Squished Half PenceI even found a template used for engraving the dies.

Its misplaced right now, but I know it’s around here somewhere.

All told, I have around 500 squished pennies and assorted quarters, nickles, and dimes.

Squished Penny Collection

Tips & Tricks

I’ve collected for over twenty years; I’ve picked up some tricks along the way:

The mint year is most important.

Anything before 1982 is good; the higher copper content should produce uniform coloration.

Anything after 1982 is bad; the lower copper content may cause streaking and will oxidize faster.

1982 itself is hit or miss.

With practice, you can tell the difference, but I’ve been burned more than once.

I avoid 1982 all together.

Pennies
To prove the mint year to a collector, the date must be readable after pressing. Therefore, the date must be on the back of the penny.

If the machine is hand-cranked, place Lincoln facing away from the quarters. This has worked for me 99% of the time. In fact, I can’t remember a time it hasn’t worked, but I can’t be absolute.

If the machine is automated, it’s hit or miss. I’ll do a test run with my least desirable design and go from there.

back of a squished penny
Everyone wants shiny pennies, but pre-82 pennies in that condition are rare, expensive, or both.

I find that a mix of copper cleaner, ketchup (Heinz preferred), and vinegar does the trick.

The downside is that the press often destroys the original image – including the date.

 Clear Nail PolishNail polish to the rescue!

Simply coat the date side with clear nail polish and let dry.

When the penny presses, the date will be clearly visible.

Coating the penny after pressing will also prevent oxidization and discoloration.

For a time, the collection container mattered: certain plastics would interact with the pennies and cause corrosion.

Now, nearly all souvenir books on the market are safe to use.

Interested in Trading?

I still collect squished pennies and I’m still willing to trade.

Of course, if you just want to send me one that’s cool, too.

If you want to trade, I can get the following pennies:

Birthplace of Pepsi Cola Store

Tryon Palace

Squished Penny Museum PostcardThere was even a Squished Penny Museum, to which I was a proud contributor.

Interested in learning more?

Check out PennyCollector. I’ve been using them since they started.

Or, you can always ask me in the comments!


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A Few [Shared] Thoughts on the American Civil War

I previously mentioned that I’m working through The Christian Humanist podcast archives. I just so happened to listen to one particular podcast right after the events in Charleston. What follows is a transcript from episode 56: Civil Wars. The original broadcast date was Sept. 13, 2011. The dialogue is by Michial Farmer. Any errors are my own.


I’m going to start talking about the American Civil War by talking about the Revolutionary War, which is also a civil war, because of course it’s British subjects rebelling against Britain.

The Revolutionary War is very clearly – the participants view themselves clearly as akin to the Romans. They clearly believe they are a Republic resisting Tyranny. So if you look at the way Thomas Paine talks about it in Common Sense he uses that word tyranny over and over again – and that’s no accident. As we all know, the Founders tended to see themselves in line Abraham Lincolnwith the Roman Republic. So when it comes around to the American Civil War, Southerners are going to tend to think of themselves, too, as members of a republic resisting tyranny; and so you get all sorts of nasty remarks about Abraham Lincoln as a tyrant – and he is as strong a Federalist president as ever had existed up to that point. He believes in the power of the federal government; he does not believe in the power of the states – for better or for worse.

The easy answer about the American Civil War is that it is – of course – about slavery. The easy answer is almost never correct. Slavery certainly was the catalyst that set it off. What it was really about – I think – was different ways of life. You had a very agrarian lifestyle in the South and not that it necessitated, but it made it very easy to use slaves. Then there was very non-agrarian, very urbanized life in the North, and so you have the conflict between these two ways of life. If the North had been as heavily agrarian as the South, I suspect they would have had slaves as well. Of course, the North was no place to live if you were black. There’s a wonderful Our Nigbook by I think her name is Harriet Wilson called Our Nig, which explains what it was like for black “servants” in the North in the era immediately preceding the Civil War. Spoiler Alert: not that great. So to say it’s about slavery is kind of accurate. To say it’s about civil rights in any way is not accurate. Very few people in the North or South were interested in giving black people civil rights. It was a conflict between these two cultures, one of which belonged largely to the past. The agrarian lifestyle was something that exists almost nowhere in America today because of the forward march of urbanization, so you have the past meeting the future and it got ugly.

That being said, I am from Georgia. I grew up hearing about the Confederate generals as heroes. I am sympathetic to that point of view; on the other hand, I am very glad the Civil War happened. I’m very glad that there were not two countries. I’m very glad slavery was ended. I admire Abraham Lincoln even though some of the tactics he used during that war – suspending habeas corpus, things like that – are disturbing to me. I affirm that the Civil War was a necessary war – waving confederate battle flagas good as a war can be, I suppose. But I also recognize that it was not as simple as Good North / Evil South, that there are things we lost in losing the agrarian lifestyle that should be mourned and that it is possible to mourn those things without flying a confederate flag out the window of your pickup truck.


It is possible to mourn those things without flying a confederate flag out the window of your pickup truck.


That being said [there are books that] paint the South as a Christian nation and the North as a secular nation. That’s balderdash. Obviously, there were lots of Christians involved in the abolitionist movement, there were lots Christians involved in the North, and there were lots of people who were eitherUncle Tom and Little Black Sambo not Christians in name or Christians in name only in the South. It is ridiculous to claim that the South was somehow righteous and that slavery was not as bad as we’ve heard. No, slavery was as bad as we’ve heard. It was an evil institution that needed to end for the health of not just the slaves but the slaveowners. So please don’t misunderstand what I’m saying or mistake me for some sort of Lost Causer.

We all know that racism is not a geographically limited phenomenon by any means. And if you think it is, I suggest you go listen to the Randy Newman song “Rednecks” which we won’t quote here on the show. It seems to be a bit more obvious in the South because you can’t ignore it in the South like you can in the North and in some other regions of the United States. The South is integrated. You can’t avoid the kinds of frictions that arise and so it’s going to come up more.

But yeah, the Civil War was about slavery, but it wasn’t just about slavery or maybe even primarily about slavery. I don’t know that it was primarily about states’ rights the way some of the neo-Confederates will tell you. I think it was primarily about a clash of civilizations.

That isn’t to say that to hold that particular historical view is to condone black slavery. It is simply to make an historical claim. There are good things we lost and there are things I’m very glad are gone as well.

Aristotle_Bust_White_Background_TransparentWe can be good Aristotelians and say there are multiple ways you can answer the question “what caused this?” There are different kinds of causes. We can bring up the sociological things. We can bring up historical events. We can raise the kinds of issues that were actually brought up in newspapers and by politicians at the time. We can go into journals by people ranging from Presidents to foot soldiers and read what they said were their particular motives. We take all those things, throw them in a heap, point to the heap, and say, “that is why the Civil War.”

I think it’s fascinating that you have a reversal of roles from what you saw in the English Civil war. You have the people claiming to be the gallant Cavalier class who are also the ones crowing about tyranny and saying “we need to overthrow the tyrant.” It’s the Roundheads playing the Tyrant and the Cavaliers playing the Rebels . . . This is one [war] that probably informs out imaginations more than the others.


 

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Sunday Snaphots

This week I stayed inside and tried to beat the 100+ heat index.

However, I did go out earlier in the week and take some photographs.

These were inspired by DM Shepherd’s Ghost Sign:

I did some tutoring at the school this week; tree removal has begun:

Tree Removal

Smokey begged for the venison I cooked up:

Smokey Begging

What did I make?

Venison Alfredo and Venison Sloppy Joe.

My sister-in-law needed her battery changed:

Mustang Car Battery

This sunset caught my eye:

IMG_3329Don’t worry, I wasn’t driving!

These little guys and girls reminded me to make way for ducklings:

An ever-present reminder of hurricane season:

Science Friday favorited and retweeted one of my tweets!


 

What did you do this week?


 

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