Category Archives: A Slice Of Life

Rock Around the Clock, 16 September 1956

“Dig that crazy jive, man!”

To the South London teenagers Rock ‘n’ Roll is something quite mysterious, and different from the old jazz. But to the jazz experts its pedigree is dull and not very respectable. Rock ‘n’ Roll, it seems, is a rough mongrel of blues and hill-billy, with some hot-gospelling thrown in. It’s novelty isn’t so much in its beat or tunes, as in the raucous, jungly accompaniment of a honking saxophone and crude guitar-strumming, and a very powerful beat. The result is a naked, aggressive kind of jazz which most jazz pundits despise.


An Extraordinary Thing Happened At Jordan Peterson’s Indianapolis Performance.

When Dr. Peterson made his way onto the stage, you’d have thought you were attending a rock concert.  It wasn’t the expected polite applause you’d imagine might be appropriate for a lecture of this sort.  It was full on, raucous, whooping and hollering cheers.  We were in the 5th row, where it was easy to see Dr. Peterson’s facial expressions, and as he looked at the audience – smiling humbly and nodding slightly – taking it all in, it seemed to me that he wasn’t altogether used to this kind of reception.  I expect he receives it often, but it seemed like something that still surprises him.  It reminds me of how Daisy and I are still shocked when someone is all excited to meet us.  You’re simultaneously delighted and humbled all at the same time, that you have a palpable level of impact on another person. It’s overwhelming, and for us at least, it’s not something you get used to.


Rosie the Riveters talk history and Mother’s Day

Ella King was 57 years old when she learned how to muscle a rivet gun in World War II.

Her daughter, Anna Hess still marvels at the confidence and work ethic displayed by her Rosie -the-Riveter mom on the home front.

My next door neighbor – gone a year now – was the quality control inspector for the 16″ shells used on battleships when the local steel plant was converted to wartime manufacturing. The stories she told! It was clearly one of the proudest points of her life.


The counterculture is always repackaged and made into a product. It’s part of America. — Jim Jarmusch

The history of the gay rights movement in the United States is fascinating. Is it a civil rights movement or is it a social justice movement? Is gay a demographic or is gay a community? Are gay rights the drive for civil rights, that gay people be at liberty, as individuals, to participate in society, openly, and free from persecution? Is it a social justice movement, the gay community driven by a countercultural constituency, intent on separating itself from mainstream culture?

Pongo is the Gay Guy With Guns and one of this blog’s earliest readers, in this piece he offers his take on aspects of the nature and history of the Gay rights movement.


Children with Down syndrome telling their stories

From Loretta Brown at Townhall:

The video has gone viral with almost 700,000 views on YouTube and over two million on Facebook.

“The video turned out even better than we had hoped and the response has just been mad,” Carless said, adding that her son, Archie, enjoys re-watching it. More.

Reality check: If you ask me, the real morons are people who do not realize that genetic diseases are becoming much more treatable.

See also: Atlantic: How Amazon jobs “harm” poor cities So there are actually jobs in those places now? No wonder Trump won the US election. No wonder leftism is tanking faster than a Lada driven over a sea cliff. If it is a choice between seething on welfare and sweating on the job, the seethers are useful to the leftist and the sweaters are useful to themselves.


A Fire That Never Dies

There was a period in my younger days when I became fascinated with epics disasters, and read about them almost to the exclusion of anything else. Pompeii. Chicago Fire. San Francisco Earthquake. Krakatoa. Most of the books were okay-ly written. The pick of the disaster crop of was (and remains) David McCullough’s account of the Johnstown Flood. I’ll bet that man can make a great read of his Christmas thank-you notes.

In any case, last night I was reading BBC articles when I came upon a story about a disaster I had missed. And one that is still ongoing: the mine fire that turned Centralia, Pennsylvania, into a virtual ghost town. I use the term “virtual” because it seems a handful of people, inexplicably, still live there.


Do Countries Other Than America Produce Artwork Like This?

Just in case you are wondering about the symbolism here you essentially have all “saved” but deceased American heros behind Jesus, the sinners on the right (liberal judges, single mothers, corrupt politicians, Marxist professors, female television reporters, and I think Ben Shapiro), with the righteous on the left that includes doctors, soldiers, responsible mothers, farmers, legal immigrants, and earnest students.

Does Canada, or anywhere else in the Anglosphere, produce non-ironic artwork like this?