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Tuesday, February 21, 2017

Captain Red


From The Book
The Legend of Captain Outrageous
Captain Red, Captain Red, You’ve fallen cold and dead.
And your little Parakeet to me he said,
Oh where! Oh where is Captain Red!

The sea that night it came a thrashing,
And the rigging it came a crashing.
A yardarm came down upon your head,
And among your crew there fell a dread.
And your little parakeet to me he said,
Oh where! Oh where is Captain Red!

The sea it called you as a child,
And we know that call is wild,
For many a story has been told,
Of how piracy stole your soul.

You spent your life in search of treasure,
For this was truly your greatest pleasure.
But now you’re gone and the deck is red,
Where at last you laid your head.
And your little parakeet to me he said
Oh where! Oh where is Captain Red!

They will miss you, oh master, fallen cold and dead!
They will miss you, Oh Captain, Lord Benjamin Red!
But the moon tonight is very bright,
And the sea is shimmering with its light.

And Life again seems very sweet,
Except to one little parakeet,
Who sits on me with saddened eyes,
As if though he’d wish to cry.

And your little parakeet to me he says,
Oh where! Oh where is my Captain Red!
©



May 29, 1991
George Henry Nichols

Zena Zena


ZENA ZENA, behind the bar,
Fairest bar maid in this town by far!
Long blond silky hair,
And you just watch her toss it, here and there.

But let me warn you, yes beware.
OOOh her skin, is such, so fair.
But be for warned, there’s a thin line,
Ooh that smile, its so fine!

I’ve heard is said on the sly,
Zena Zena is an I R S spy!

She will smile at you and serve your drinks
While asking you, “Do your taxes stink?”
Perhaps your tax man is a fink?”
As the ice hits the glasses. Plink! Plink!

Be careful how you reply.
She makes notes of all the lies.
Asking you, “a drink do you will to buy?”
For the young lady sitting next to you, Oh my!

I’m warning you now, it could be a trap.
Perhaps your telephone she will tap,
As your demise she will map!
Just to put a feather in her hat.

So if you run across her sea green eyes,
And her smile makes your soul fly,
Chances are, Its ZENA! The I R S Spy’
With blond silky hair, ooh I can’t deny.

Z E N A is written right on her butt!
So if you See it! About your taxes, you’d better clam up!
And tell your friends to keep there mouth shut!
Or ZENA and the I R S just may kick your butt!

Fairest bar maid in the town by far,
Is ZENA ZENA – behind the bar! ©



March 10th, 1991
George Henry Nichols

Saturday, January 16, 2016

"The Forgotten Man"

 

By William Graham Sumner.
The type and formula of most schemes of philanthropy or humanitarianism is this: A and B put their heads together to decide what C shall be made to do for D. 

The radical vice of all these schemes, from a sociological point of view, is that C is not allowed a voice in the matter, and his position, character, and interests, as well as the ultimate effects on society through C's interests, are entirely overlooked. I call C the Forgotten Man. 

For once let us look him up and consider his case, for the characteristic of all social doctors is, that they fix their minds on some man or group of men whose case appeals to the sympathies and the imagination, and they plan remedies addressed to the particular trouble; they do not understand that all the parts of society hold together, and that forces which are set in action act and react throughout the whole organism, until an equilibrium is produced by a re-adjustment of all interests and rights. They therefore ignore entirely the source from which they must draw all the energy which they employ in their remedies, and they ignore all the effects on other members of society than the ones they have in view. They are always under the dominion of the superstition of government, and, forgetting that a government produces nothing at all, they leave out of sight the first fact to be remembered in all social discussion - that the State cannot get a cent for any man without taking it from some other man, and this latter must be a man who has produced and saved it. This latter is the Forgotten Man.

The friends of humanity start out with certain benevolent feelings toward "the poor," "the weak," "the laborers," and others of whom they make pets. 

They generalize these classes, and render them impersonal, and so constitute the classes into social pets. They turn to other classes and appeal to sympathy and generosity, and to all the other noble sentiments of the human heart. Action in the line proposed consists in a transfer of capital from the better off to the worse off.

 Capital, however, as we have seen, is the force by which civilization is maintained and carried on. The same piece of capital cannot be used in two ways. Every bit of capital, therefore, which is given to a shiftless and inefficient member of society, who makes no return for it, is diverted from a reproductive use; but if it was put into reproductive use, it would have to be granted in wages to an efficient and productive laborer. Hence the real sufferer by that kind of benevolence which consists in an expenditure of capital to protect the good-for-nothing is the industrious laborer. 

The latter, however, is never thought of in this connection. It is assumed that he is provided for and out of the account. Such a notion only shows how little true notions of political economy have as yet become popularized. There is an almost invincible prejudice that a man who gives a dollar to a beggar is generous and kind-hearted, but that a man who refuses the beggar and puts the dollar in a savings bank is stingy and mean. The former is putting capital where it is very sure to be wasted, and where it will be a kind of seed for a long succession of future dollars, which must be wasted to ward off a greater strain on the sympathies than would have been occasioned by a refusal in the first place. Inasmuch as the dollar might have been turned into capital and given to a laborer who, while earning it, would have reproduced it, it must be regarded as taken from the latter. 

When a millionaire gives a dollar to a beggar the gain of utility to the beggar is enormous, and the loss of utility to the millionaire is insignificant. Generally the discussion is allowed to rest there. But if the millionaire makes capital of the dollar, it must go upon the labor market, as a demand for productive services. Hence there is another party in interest - the person who supplies productive services. There always are two parties. The second one is always the Forgotten Man, and any one who wants to truly understand the matter in question must go and search for the Forgotten Man. 

He will be found to be worthy, industrious, independent, and self-supporting. He is not, technically, "poor" or "weak"; he minds his own business, and makes no complaint. Consequently the philanthropists never think of him, and trample on him.

We hear a great deal of schemes for "improving the condition of the working-man." In the United States the farther down we go in the grade of labor, the greater is the advantage which the laborer has over the higher classes. A hod-carrier or digger here can, by one day's labor, command many times more days' labor of a carpenter, surveyor, book-keeper, or doctor than an unskilled laborer in Europe could command by one day's labor. The same is true, in a less degree, of the carpenter, as compared with the book-keeper, surveyor, and doctor. This is why the United States is the great country for the unskilled laborer. The economic conditions all favor that class. 

There is a great continent to be subdued, and there is a fertile soil available to labor, with scarcely any need of capital. Hence the people who have the strong arms have what is most needed, and, if it were not for social consideration, higher education would not pay. Such being the case, the working-man needs no improvement in his condition except to be freed from the parasites who are living on him. 

All schemes for patronizing "the working classes" savor of condescension. They are impertinent and out of place in this free democracy. There is not, in fact, any such state of things or any such relation as would make projects of this kind appropriate. Such projects demoralize both parties, flattering the vanity of one and undermining the self-respect of the other.

For our present purpose it is most important to notice that if we lift any man up we must have a fulcrum, or point of reaction. In society that means that to lift one man up we push another down. The schemes for improving the condition of the working classes interfere in the competition of workmen with each other. The beneficiaries are selected by favoritism, and are apt to be those who have recommended themselves to the friends of humanity by language or conduct which does not betoken independence and energy. Those who suffer a corresponding depression by the interference are the independent and self-reliant, who once more are forgotten or passed over; and the friends of humanity once more appear, in their zeal to help somebody, to be trampling on those who are trying to help themselves.

Trades-unions adopt various devices for raising wages, and those who give their time to philanthropy are interested in these devices, and wish them success. They fix their minds entirely on the workmen for the time being in the trade, and do not take note of any other workmen as interested in the matter. It is supposed that the fight is between the workmen and their employers, and it is believed that one can give sympathy in that contest to the workmen without feeling responsibility for anything farther. It is soon seen, however, that the employer adds the trades-union and strike risk to the other risks of his business, and settles down to it philosophically. 

If, now, we go farther, we see that he takes it philosophically because he has passed the loss along on the public. It then appears that the public wealth has been diminished, and that the danger of a trade war, like the danger of a revolution, is a constant reduction of the well-being of all. So far, however, we have seen only things which could lower wages - nothing which could raise them. The employer is worried, but that does not raise wages. The public loses, but the loss goes to cover extra risk, and that does not raise wages.

A trades-union raises wages by restricting the number of apprentices who may be taken into the trade. This device acts directly on the supply of laborers, and that produces effects on wages. If, however, the number of apprentices is limited, some are kept out who want to get in. Those who are in have, therefore, made a monopoly, and constituted themselves a privileged class on a basis exactly analogous to that of the old privileged aristocracies. 

But whatever is gained by this arrangement for those who are in is won at a greater loss to those who are kept out. Hence it is not upon the masters nor upon the public that trades-unions exert the pressure by which they raise wages; it is upon other persons of the labor class who want to get into the trades, but, not being able to do so, are pushed down into the unskilled labor class. 

These persons, however, are passed by entirely without notice in all the discussions about trades-unions. They are the Forgotten Men. But, since they want to get into the trade and win their living in it, it is fair to suppose that they are fit for it, would succeed at it, would do well for themselves and society in it; that is to say, that, of all persons interested or concerned, they most deserve our sympathy and attention.

The cases already mentioned involve no legislation. Society, however, maintains police, sheriffs, and various institutions, the object of which is to protect people against themselves - that is, against their own vices. 

Almost all legislative effort to prevent vice is really protective of vice, because all such legislation saves the vicious man from the penalty of his vice. Nature's remedies against vice are terrible. She removes the victims without pity. A drunkard in the gutter is just where he ought to be, according to the fitness and tendency of things. Nature has set up on him the process of decline and dissolution by which she removes things which have survived their usefulness. 

Gambling and other less mention-able vices carry their own penalties with them.

Now, we never can annihilate a penalty. We can only divert it from the head of the man who has incurred it to the heads of others who have not incurred it. A vast amount of "social reform" consists in just this operation. 

The consequence is that those who have gone astray, being relieved from Nature's fierce discipline, go on to worse, and there is a constantly heavier burden for the others to bear. 

Who are the others? 

When we see a drunkard in the gutter we pity him. If a policeman picks him up, we say that society has interfered to save him from perishing. "Society" is a fine word, and it saves us the trouble of thinking. The industrious and sober workman, who is mulcted of a percentage of his day's wages to pay the policeman, is the one who bears the penalty. But he is the Forgotten Man. He passes by and is never noticed, because he has behaved himself, fulfilled his contracts, and asked for nothing.

The fallacy of all prohibitory, sumptuous, and moral legislation is the same. A and B determine to be teetotalers, which is often a wise determination, and sometimes a necessary one. If A and B are moved by considerations which seem to them good, that is enough. But A and B put their heads together to get a law passed which shall force C to be a teetotaler for the sake of D, who is in danger of drinking too much. 

There is no pressure on A and B. They are having their own way, and they like it. There is rarely any pressure on D. He does not like it, and evades it. 

The pressure all comes on C. The question then arises, Who is C? He is the man who wants alcoholic liquors for any honest purpose whatsoever, who would use his liberty without abusing it, who would occasion no public question, and trouble nobody at all. He is the Forgotten Man again, and as soon as he is drawn from his obscurity we see that he is just what each one of us ought to be.
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NOTES:

1 William Graham Sumner (1840-1910) was a Professor of Political Economy and of Sociology at Yale. In the book in which I found this essay (Macmillan, 1916), the editors -- English Professors Berdan, Schultz and Joyce of Yale -- wrote a short introductory paragraph, as follows: "This brilliant essay by Professor Sumner illustrates the effective use of the deductive structure. In two paragraphs defining who is the Forgotten Man, the general principle is stated so fully that the reader unconsciously accepts it. But once the reader has accepted this principle, it is applied to the consideration of trades unions and temperance legislation, with startling results. The essay, then, consists in the statement of a general principle, followed by two illustrations. Just as the form resolves itself into a simple arrangement, so the style is simple. There is no attempt at rhetorical exaggeration, no appeal to the emotions. It does read, and it is intended to read, as an ordinary exercise of the logical faculty. This mathematical effect is gained by the device of using the A and B that are associated in the mind with school problems, And the brilliance of the essay lies in the apparent inevitability with which the author reaches conclusions widely differing from conventional views. Since the importance of the essay lies exactly in these applications, actually the structure approaches the deductive type.


Wednesday, December 24, 2014

Flip a Switch Christmas...




“What are the single most important words in the Bible?” What’s your answer??? Ever thought about it??? There’s an interesting man… Dennis Prager, who gave a most intriguing answer, and then backed it up with a good argument,  


Genesis I-I “In the beginning, God created the Heavens and the Earth,” To Quote Dennis Prager, “If this isn’t true, then nothing else matters. This is the very foundation of what we believe.” (?)


Therefore the single most important date in all of history… Is when this God, who created the heavens and the earth, became a Man and dwelt among us... Duhhhh….  

Now I admit, it’s not the most important feast in the Church… That would be Easter… But Christmas is the most important date in history….

And we as modern Americans, how do we celebrate it???  “With a Flip a Switch Christmas” ©


We pull the non-flammable fake tree out of the attic, spray it with Christmas smell, stick it in its spot, hang its decorations on it and plug that sucker in… Along with the tree, we drag the rest of the Christmas shit out of the attic and hang the wreath on the door, plug it in, hang the lights on the house, plug them in… Put the Christmas tablecloth, center piece and assorted Christmas crap on the table. Then stand back, flip a switch and wa-la it Christmas… Fa-la-la and the whole works…

We watch an Andy Williams Christmas, We watch a Charlie Brown Christmas… A Grinch Stole Christmas….on and on and poor ole Morley was dead as a doornail….

We buy a shit load of a crap, give it to each other…. Go to each others parties… piss and moan about our lives and speak of Christmas Cheer… And feel all warm and fussy and Christmassy Ahhhhh…..

We sit around in our easy chairs, with a beer in one hand, turkey leg in the other, a 60’ Flat Screen deluxe HD 4-on-the-floor type Boob Tube… (ya know there’s a reason they call it that).  And bitch about paying too damn many taxes, supporting too many freeloaders, Them sons-of-bitches better not try and take my guns, ya know they shouldn’t be aborting all them babies. Damn money ain’t any good anymore, I just need to win the lottery, are all these people stupid??? Damn schools don’t teach anything anymore…. And the Media is so full of shit…

And I bet you think you’re one of the good guys too, I vote republican, I tote a gun, and I’m for the constitution. Oh…

All the hoop-la that goes on this time of year, all the going into debt to buy a mountain of crap that nobody wants, and the parties and the patting each other on the back and telling ourselves how great we are… Wishing each other happy holiday or Merry Christmas, depending on who they are? And what they believe?

And so we celebrate the single most importance date in history by flipping a few switches and saying… “it’s Christmas”…ta-daaaa ” Happy I know its somebody’s birthday.  (?) Let me at the cake…”

Whatever this glaring display of lights and wan-ton blaring of music.… is????

What ever all this is???

It ain’t Christmas… ©


George Henry Nichols 

Wednesday, January 29, 2014

I am at a Loss...


I am at a loss!  What do I have to say? Quit playing politics and look at what’s going on. You, happily grazing cattle are being led by utopia loving, intellectually lazy, power grubbing fools into the hands of Satan.

Where are the Christians? Where are you now? Did you not found your country on the divine providence of God?  On Jesus Christ, and his Father, the God of Abraham, Isaac and Jacob..? Is this not so? Why do you dishonor God so, when He led you dirt farmers and built you up into a great nation; a beacon to the world, and where are you now?
Your father’s father, the ones who fought in the Great War to rescue the God’s chosen people, (did not at the time know what they were doing… but at the divine direction of God, were God’s people rescued. By the Lamb of God, they were rescued. And thus, God settled them back in the homeland, as God said He would do), did not put up with the Nazis, they stomped them into the dirt, as evil should be stomped into the dirt. Where is that spirit among you today? Where are your leaders? Is everything for sale? If everything is for sale, where is the treasure?   

When was the last audit of Fort Knox.? Hummm??? Do you even know?

Does not the geological record witness to the judgment of Noah’s day? Does not the fossil record witness to the giants and the great dragons in the days of yore? Have you not found Jericho and David’s Palace? Have you not found the Red Sea crossing? Does not the skies declare the Glory of God; are there not signs of the appointed times written there? Can you even see the sky?

There is a blood moon on the rise and the clock is ticking. The time of the gentiles is over.  If you were smart… You would not abandon God’s chosen people.
Remember Sodom and Gomorrah? Were there no just men to be found? None? Have you not, in your studies, found the ashes? Lot flee! Least ye be caught up in the judgment. But you grazing cattle will be told to remain quiet, by your master, and ye of little faith, will remain quiet…


George Henry Nichols 

Saturday, September 29, 2012

Why I love the Rich Guy




Right this very minute, I am poor as church mice. And I want to speak about why I love the rich guy, and why I want the government to leave the rich guy the hell alone.

I’ve done a lot of things in my life, had a lot of jobs and only once did a poor man give me a job, and the check bounced. So I don’t work for poor people any more.

I’ve worked for large companies with lots of benefits and I’ve worked for the guy building a dream. I’ll take the guy building a dream anytime.

I worked for this fellow once, over in Alabama, he had six-hundred acres on Styx River, and his dream was a nice suburban neighborhood with all the property water-front.

He went out and bought a tractor, a big bull-dozer and a little bull-dozer, and track-hoe, an earth-mover (scraper), a grader, a roller, a front end loader, a dump-truck and a fire-truck. He bought all this at an auction, it was all used, and he got it cheap.

He hired a retired engineer, me and a mechanic. And starting from a bench mark on the state bridge crossing the river, we worked our way onto the property and eighteen months later we had cleared two-hundred acres of overgrowth, built three dammed lakes and one dug (excavated)  lake, laid, ditched and paved three miles of road, including mining the road building dirt, and back-filling the pits. He even grew his own hay, and you’d be amazed at how much hay a job like that takes.

Three of us, and the boss. When the job was finished, I stood amazed at what we had accomplished, how much earth had been moved as we shaped the landscape into a neighborhood. Three of us and the boss.

Now I bet you think I’m talking about the boss being the rich man, you’d be wrong. The rich man was the fellow who bought all of that equipment new. Whatever it was he did with all that equipment, he was done with it now, and it went up for sale at a price the fellow I was working for, the fellow with a dream, could afford.  Giving me a job, and the privilege of being part of a dream.

The rich man is different today than in the time of King Herod. Today in America, the better the rich do, the better we all do.  He isn’t greedy, he is extravagant and we all benefit from it.

When the rich man is flush with money, he gets his car washed, he get’s his grass mowed, his house painted. And he also has to have a new car, a new TV, a new computer, new furniture, new stove, new ice-box and on and on.

Because he has to have the latest and greatest, he pays the very high price placed on an item when it is new to the market, ie…the flat screen TV. Thus supplying the money for research, development and production while creating a market, his lust for what is new, makes what is new, possible.

If you shop smart, all the stuff displaced by what the rich has to have, goes onto the market somewhere. Starting with the yard-sale, flea-markets, antique markets, collectible shops, Paula’s Cheaper Choices… so on and so forth…

I have driven nice cars my entire life, but never a new one, I let the rich buy it, drive it, work the bugs out of it, then when he’s tired of it, I buy it, and enjoy it the same as he.

In 1976 I bought a ten year old Lincoln Continental for seven-hundred dollars. It was a Lincoln Continental, it was a beautiful automobile; it rode like a cloud, quiet as a mouse, fast as the wind. It was the fastest car I ever owned, I drove this automobile for ten years; it was the change in the gasoline which brought an end to it. A beautiful automobile, truly an Art Form, a master piece of American engineering, and I paid seven-hundred dollars for it because some rich guy had to have it, and paid the 8,000 dollar sticker price of 1966.

You want a good set of pots and pans, can’t afford them, go to the flea-market, you’ll find them. Whatever you want, a rich guy just got a new one, and what he no longer needs or wants goes into the market-place somewhere.  

So not only does the rich man build dreams and create jobs, he enjoys life; let us enjoy it right along with him. Serve him, and inherit his spill-over.

This is part of what makes America so bountiful, so wonderful, because the market place is busting at the seams, and prices low, when the rich man is doing well.

Let us leave him to his work, and let us help him work.  And tell the Government to butt the hell out. ©


George Henry Nichols 

Thursday, September 20, 2012

The Camp Wallace Railroad



They say the best way to cook a frog, is to put the frog in a pot of cool water and put a fire under him. By the time the frog knows he’s being cooked, it’s too late. Now there are two sides to this story, there is the side of the frog, which is a sad story indeed, for he is an eaten frog. But then there’s the story of the one with the pot, the water, the fire and the frog, he is eating tonight, this of course, is a happy story.  This is also the story of someone with a vision, a plan, resources, and control, while the frog just saw a nice warm pond.
Have you looked at Bay Colony lately? Been over behind Mainland Mall? Been out Highland Drive over behind Alta Loma? How about Blimp Base road? Been out Delany or coming down farm to market 2004. Been over to main street and Fairwood. Have you looked at Flamingo Isle or should I say Harbor walk, Hitchcock is in the frog soup and is going to disappear into the greater Houston area.
Do you know your history?  Do you know who the town was named after? Do you know where he’s buried? Do you why the town was named for him? Do you know who the first people were around these parts were? Why did they come here? Did you know Hitchcock was the end of the Santa Fe Line for a while? (All fright coming from and going inland from the ships in Galveston, went through Hitchcock).  Do you know the history of the Camp Wallace? The Blimp Base? A rare thing a Blimp Base. What about the history of the diary farms? I think if you looked into your history, you would find Hitchcock a story worth saving, worth telling. Maybe even worth cashing in on.

Allow me point out a few overlooked resources around Hitchcock.  Land, the canal, Jack Brooks Park, (Camp Wallace), the bones of the old blimp hanger (a landmark for miles around these parts), the old Santa Fe depot, the Santa Fe railroad, we have a little airport, a cross roads, (2004, a direct line to I-45 and Highway 6, a major 4 lane coming out of southwest Houston), our basic lack of direction and our proximity to Galveston.
Galveston can be the key to Hitchcock’s growth. The causeway moves some 12 million automobiles each year, some 7 million of them tourists. Galveston has over 4000 hotel and motel rooms and the tourist industry has an economic impact of some 300 million dollars!!! 

Think??? 12 million automobiles. What does Galveston do with 12 million automobiles?????? Park them?????  Where??? It’s a growing problem!   One Galveston doesn’t have a real solution for without tying up valuable real estate. Now, let’s look at some of the resources available in Galveston. The Santa Fe Depot (at the foot of 25th street & Strand), the trolley, their bus system, hotel limos, the horse drawn carriages.  The duck!!!  The Santa Fe Depot, also known as the Moody Railroad Museum is desperate for a passenger train to come into this facility and bring it to life. (Think what this would mean to Galveston). But how ???
Now, lets say Hitchcock was to construct a spur off the main Santa Fe line, put up a depot (sitting down there near Alto Loma), a circa 1940’s war town, that is a little tourist center (along the canal, like the Kemah boardwalk, with a nice oversized parking lot. Take our stories, about who Lent Hitchcock was and why the town is named for him, the story of Camp Wallace and the Blimp Base, about how John Mecom tried to buy the town back in the 1960’s, and dust them off. Then bring in a Live Steam Locomotive with passenger rolling stock (sitting down at the museum), and put it all together.

Hitchcock could sell Galveston a parking lot, available to their tourist district, and all Galveston would have to do is pick them up and drop them off at their depot.
The ride from Hitchcock is not a very long one, with few crossing, and the biggest part of the ride through the mud flats of Galveston Bay.  Long enough to be an exciting train ride, short enough, to leave them wanting more, and most important, functional.
With this kind of asset, Island hotels could book guest without their automobiles, by booking them into Hitchcock to catch the train, and then picking them up at the depot. The Tremont House was built for that depot. You could park in Hitchcock, and have the beach available without your car, via the train and the trolley, along with the clubs, restaurants and stores along the trolley’s route (something the snowbirds would find useful). Carnival Cruise Ships could park their long-term cars off the island. If you worked at the hospital, or American National, you could commute. The first dollars and the last dollars spent would be spent in Hitchcock!

Let me speak a moment about the snowbirds, the first wave of baby-boomer are turning sixty, they retire in a year. With the above describe asset, we could turn Hitchcock into a golf cart community, that is to say, with the State’s cooperation make all of Hitchcock, including the train station available by golf cart, declare Hitchcock a bird sanctuary and market our older homes up north to soon to be retiring snowbirds. A quality resident with money in their pocket, “From your cozy cottage in Hitchcock, the Galveston beach is available without your car”. (Via: golf cart, train and trolley).

Now you ask, where would the money come from for a Venture like this, look around a bit, what would we be doing? Economic development? Alternative transportation solutions? Park improvement? Go to the government and ask for an Economic Development Grants, grants for Alternative Solutions to Transportation, a Parks & Wildlife Improvement Grant
Who would benefit???  The hotels, the big hotels, Tillman Fatita, Robert Moody, George Mitchell with money to solve parking problems, Carnival Cruise Ships, who need long-term parking.  The Moody Foundation, who owns the depot and could use new life in this asset. There is money everywhere!

With these facilities in place Hitchcock would be in a position to host a successful spring festival, maybe a reenactment of the battle of San Jacinto, along the canal, with a large flea market aimed at the black powder crowds. Then turn right around with a fall blimp and hot air balloon festival, to tie in with the theme of the Blimp Base and invite all the country’s blimp owners to participate along with the balloonist, again to include the flea market, and the tourist in Galveston could ride the train up and participate. The dog track would suddenly be available to Galveston tourist and residents, without getting into their Automobiles, via the trolley, train and a shuttle.
Hitchcock would grow with business opportunities, restaurants, retail stores, a larger grocery store, a marina, snowbird parks, a golf course and tours of the old blimp base, of the canal, the bay, as well as a golf cart dealer, ect…
With a well drawn out and good-grounded plan and community support, the money can be found.  This also gives us the power to etch our history in stone before the metropolitan area just swallows us up.
There would be an increase in property values, a widening of the tax base. With a vision, you have better control over the growth, all done nice and clean, without a heavy industry, it’s a way of keeping Hitchcock on the map and indeed become the jewel of the mainland, as she once was.
I see a great opportunity here, because it’s American history, because it’s Texas history, because it’s our history, and because tourist would eat it up. So now I put it to you, would you rather be the frog? Or the cook?

Friday, July 27, 2012

God of the Copybook Headings

AS I PASS through my incarnations in every age and race,
I make my proper prostrations to the Gods of the Market Place.
Peering through reverent fingers I watch them flourish and fall,
And the Gods of the Copybook Headings, I notice, outlast them all.

We were living in trees when they met us. They showed us each in turn
That Water would certainly wet us, as Fire would certainly burn:
But we found them lacking in Uplift, Vision and Breadth of Mind,
So we left them to teach the Gorillas while we followed the March of Mankind.

We moved as the Spirit listed. They never altered their pace,
Being neither cloud nor wind-borne like the Gods of the Market Place,
But they always caught up with our progress, and presently word would come
That a tribe had been wiped off its ice-field, or the lights had gone out in Rome.

With the Hopes that our World is built on they were utterly out of touch,
They denied that the Moon was Stilton; they denied she was even Dutch;
They denied that Wishes were Horses; they denied that a Pig had Wings;
So we worshipped the Gods of the Market Who promised these beautiful things.

When the Cambrian measures were forming, They promised perpetual peace.
They swore, if we gave them our weapons, that the wars of the tribes would cease.
But when we disarmed They sold us and delivered us bound to our foe,
And the Gods of the Copybook Headings said: "Stick to the Devil you know."

On the first Feminian Sandstones we were promised the Fuller Life
(Which started by loving our neighbor and ended by loving his wife)
Till our women had no more children and the men lost reason and faith,
And the Gods of the Copybook Headings said: "The Wages of Sin is Death."

In the Carboniferous Epoch we were promised abundance for all,
By robbing selected Peter to pay for collective Paul;
But, though we had plenty of money, there was nothing our money could buy,
And the Gods of the Copybook Headings said: "If you don't work you die."

Then the Gods of the Market tumbled, and their smooth-tongued wizards withdrew
And the hearts of the meanest were humbled and began to believe it was true
That All is not Gold that Glitters, and Two and Two make Four
And the Gods of the Copybook Headings limped up to explain it once more.

As it will be in the future, it was at the birth of Man
There are only four things certain since Social Progress began.
That the Dog returns to his Vomit and the Sow returns to her Mire,
And the burnt Fool's bandaged finger goes wobbling back to the Fire;

And that after this is accomplished, and the brave new world begins
When all men are paid for existing and no man must pay for his sins,
As surely as Water will wet us, as surely as Fire will burn,
The Gods of the Copybook Headings with terror and slaughter return!

Rudyard Kipling

1865-1936

Friday, July 13, 2012

Fair = Envy The New Normal



Now understand, everything I write, I write with a Christian heart, but we are at war, and sometimes it may not seem that way.

First I want to talk about Love. Love is not a feeling, Period. It is a way of life, it is in what we do and say. That doesn’t mean we are always nice people, it means we uphold the precepts of Our Lord. Let’s not forget, Christ called the teachers of the day ‘Vipers’. Why, because they were teaching others to their own benefit. The only profession he criticized was Lawyers, because they wrote the law to their own design, instead of a reflection of God.

By calling the Pharisees ‘vipers’ you might say Christ was calling a spade a spade. Should we not do the same?

The entire Democratic philosophy (communism) is rooted in the sin of envy. To want everyone to be the same because its fair, is envy disguised as fairness. That simple. Now I know the pundits go on and on with lots of fancy talk, but the laws put forth by Our Lord are easy to understand. If you haven’t read the gospels lately, do so.

Thou Shall not steal. Pretty basic, you can’t just take what belongs to another. If you think about this for one moment, there is a direct default. If you can not steal what belongs to another, then without question, you have the right to possess. And if you aren’t willing to defend it; then do you really possess it. Therefore what we call capitalism is no more than Thou Shall not steal.

The Founding Father’s understood this, and this is why private property rights were so important to them. This idea assures there will be a wide variety of people doing a wide variety of things for the good of all. Much like nature, there are no two snowflakes alike, nor two flowers. Why in the world would we want to go against such wisdom? For doesn’t man like to say, and rightly so, ‘Variety is the spice of life.’

They will try and say, the love of money is at the root of all evil. This is true, Christ did say this, but examine this statement closely. He did not say money was evil, an object cannot be evil. Not possible. Sin is personal. The love of money is at the root of all evil. In another word, Envy.

Now if you have read my blog on money;


Then you understand that it takes time and effort to generate wealth, and money is a way of trading your time and efforts for the time and efforts of another. Money represents your time and effort, so any money given to those who would destroy you, is no different than you destroying yourself. And by the same token, would not God see it that way? That your efforts are to evil, by default, after all, it is your time and effort, the money a simple a marker.

Do you know the history of the Soviets, of The Third Reich, Cuba. You can save it, you can hide it, that way it will be available when they come and take it. You can appease the beast, that way he eats you last, but be assured, he will eat you. If you do not know these histories, then study them NOW.

So I say to you, put your money to use fighting the beast, do good with it now, and with a victory, it may be restored to you, simply because that’s the nature of capitalism. But if you try and preserve it, well??? You know what the gospels say.

Our enemy grows bold, because we are timid. Why I ask are we timid? Do we not profess Our Lord Jesus Christ, do not the Jews profess his Father, again I ask, why are we timid? If you have read my blog on the First Commandment;


Then you realize we are granted the authority to hold the envious accountable, and indeed are expected to.

It’s time to be offended and insulted and loudly, in number, not in our own defense, but as witness to Our Lord, and in defense of our wives and our children.

As to you lawyers who claim to be conservative, find an Obama supporter who now regrets it, and sue the hell out of the networks and papers who misinformed them, for was not damage done? Was there money not lost, because of this neglect? And do it pro bono. Do it, because it needs to be done. The people hold the press accountable, not the government.

We have to do these things, for the chains of our slavery or now being forged. © God Bless you all.

George Henry Nichols

Friday, June 22, 2012

Money, Why it Works, and Why it Quits Working


          In order to build anything, we have to have a steady supply of food, sleep and sex. If we are going to attempt to act contrary to our animal instincts, and act according to subjective ideas like Culture with shared skills. We need a steady supply of food, water, shelter, (a safe place to sleep) and sex.

          What’s the rule of the game? “Thou shall not steal.’ That’s the rule. Thou shall not steal. Now, this statement has a direct default, You have the right to possess. That simple.

          Now food was found through the idea of farming, that a man could grow ten times the food he needs with a plan and an effort. Another man could raise more meat than he could ever eat with a plan and some effort, and so we have the ranch. Yet another man can raise enough flax to clothes himself ten times over. These same men might be drawn together through a common source of water and agree to trade amongst themselves, cloth, for flour, flour for meat, meat for cloth, and so on. So each man can specialize, allowing others to provide certain needs, and together they live better lives than they would each one on his own. They also come to realize that two men can grow ten times what they need, which doubles the surplus, by adding only one man. Then comes the idea of family, with a woman, you can build a work force, and with a work force, you can build wealth.
     These same men might find it necessary to come together as a fighting force in order to protect what they have from others, for the law within a culture, extend only to that culture. So other cultures might find their source of food, sleep and sex by looting what you have built, it calls for less discipline and effort on their part. Now keep in mind that on both sides of this equation are men willing to fight and die for food, sleep and sex. Again, these are the motivators.
          So now we have a culture that’s growing, with many people working at different things, producing wealth, and are now in need of a common tool to help move trading along, into the picture comes the subjective idea of money. You can sell your goods for money, and with that money you can go and buy those things you need that someone else produce’s. It’s a tool to ease trading, a marker, that’s all it is. Now gold has been the standard for money a long time because it is beautiful, resilient and stable, but it’s only value, is the value a man puts on it. If a man does a days work for a piece of gold, than that piece of gold it worth a day work, that simple. What will a day’s work buy? Whatever that piece of gold will buy.
           
          So we have to be careful in how we look at money. Money is the grease of trade, but a day’s work gives it value. For instance, I give you a twenty dollar bill and you go and buy a twenty dollar watch. What’s the value of the watch to you? Zero. Are you going to worry about a thief, are you going to keep it clean and in repair, or even feel like you own it? Why (outside of emotional ties)? Because you have no investment, one minute you don’t have a watch, the next you do. It’s no different than had I given you the watch instead of the twenty dollars. Neither has value. But if you go out and work all day to earn that twenty dollars, and you go and buy a twenty dollar watch, you now have a watch worth a day’s wages. You’ll take care of it, protect it from thieves; repair it, for it now represents a day’s work, a day in your life, and what’s life made of? Time.
          So money represents the work you do, or the time you put into something, and it is a convenience way of storing work already done for future use.  The better you are at what you do, the more your money is worth; therefore the money is only worth as much as the culture puts into it. Money  = Time. You are your money.

          Money is also a powerful tool to try new things, to fuel common projects, to provide for the common defense, to go different places, to see new sights. So you must work money into your philosophy, but keep it in perspective, it is a tool, the work has to be done, or the money has no value. If we slip up and end up believing money will provide, then it doesn’t. Why? Because it isn’t true, you can’t eat gold. Wealth is not built on money, it’s built on work. Regardless of the subjective nature of this discussion, work is real, work is what moves stones, plows fields, herds and keeps track of animals, builds shelters, so on and so forth. So even though money is a subjective idea, it has to be rooted in what is real, what is true or it collapses.

          When the government prints money, and the work has not been done, then the money loses value. Why, because there is no wealth to back it up, the time wasn’t put it. When I was a kid, I could go to Nancy’s Drug Store in Hitchcock and get a burger, fries and a Coke for seventy cent. Now at Sonic, it’s six dollars. Why? That’s how much time the government, who control the money supply, has stolen.
         

          Now there is an inherent danger here, if you can buy food, sleep and sex with money, you might lose sight of how and why it came about and end up believing in money instead of depending on philosophy. If this be the case, and it evolves into the rule and everybody is in pursuit of money, than who’s building the wealth? Keep in mind, money is not wealth, money is simply a tool, wealth is the grain, the ability to ground it into flour, meat, fish, cloth, wood, leather, so no and so forth. So if there is nothing to buy, if no one wants it, than money ceases to have value. You can’t eat gold.


George Henry Nichols