Wedding Thought Three

I found out this weekend that my wife is a fourteenth generation Mulford. The Mulfords were original settlers of Long Island. One of her progenitors, whaler Samuel “Fishhooks” Mulford, played a role in the “no taxation without representation” campaign of the American colonies.

You can read about Emilie’s great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great grandfather here.

Here is a taste:

It wasn’t long before the government got involved in the all too profitable whaling industry. Robert Hunter, the Royal Governor of New York, passed a tax on half the oil and bone from all drift whales. Th King of England called the whale the “Royal fish” and asked officials to license all takers of the “bigfish”. There were no cries from the citizens of Kingston, Syracuse, Albany or Utica, but the people of Long Island and those of East Hampton became incensed at the tax. To surrender 50% of the catch after all the effort, labor and even the potential loss of life was unthinkable.

Samuel Mulford was a 70 year old member of the General Assembly of New York and an East Hamptonite who was not going to take this governmentabuse. He first took action against the governor, but when authorities led him through a legal maze of English law, the homespun whaler went over thegovernor’s head, way over his head. Samuel Mulford boarded a ship for London to take his case right to the top - King George I. In England, this country whaler was truly a fish out of water. His informal dress, new world language,and unsophisticated air gave him little chance with the aristocrats inLondon. Day after day Mulford worked his way through the crowded London streets, across the common to petition the government just to hear him. Each time he failed and each time his pockets were picked. No matter how careful he was the precious little money he had was quickly draining away. Mulford could not afford the losses any longer. He went back to his rented flat and sewed fishhooks into the lining of his pockets. The next day as he began his pilgrimage once more through London an unsuspecting “Oliver” attempted to separate Samuel from his money. But to the thief’s dismay he became firmly and painfully attached to the old man’s trousers. The authorities had their pickpocket and a rather amusing story. Word spread quickly among the London thieves about an old man with a gimpy walk whose pockets had nothing but fishhooks. Soon almost everyone in London seemed to resemble Samuel Mulford. Pickpockets took a holiday rather than mess with the man from the colonies. Mulford became an instant celebrity, the man who had single-handedly fooled the London thieves.

So quickly did his notoriety spread that he not only got to address the members of the House of Common, but he met with King George, himself. Within a year the whale tax was revoked. Governor Hunter was furious at Mulford for his impetus behavior. The governor had him expelled from theNew York Assembly, whereupon, East Hampton reelected him again the following year. Samuel Mulford died at the age of 80 in 1725. His tombstone reads “Honest Sam Mulford” but his legend reads Fishhooks Mulford. The East Hampton whaler had defended the principle of “No taxation without representation”almost 50 years before the revolution.

I can’t believe I have married into a family that can trace its lineage back to the colonial period.

We Smallholders can only trace ourselves back to the German ‘48ers.

I’ll have to start wearing a tie to family dinners.

Wedding Thought Number Two

Weddings aren’t just about tax benefits and health insurance.

They are family celebrations of the lives of the bride and groom.

They are family celebrations of the continuity of the little idiosycrancracies we all have. The bride’s family requested “Sweet Caroline” three times. When the young people left to go wherever it is that young people go, the grandparents’ generation started Irish dancing. And let me tell you, some of those septuagenarian Irish grandmothers are surprisingly spry.

They are family celebrations of the new lives the bride and groom will build together.

They are family expressions of love - not just for the bride and groom but of everybody.

They are family reunions.

They are families getting to know the youngest generation. My sweet Emilie was the belle of the dance floor, getting down with her two-year-old self.

They are families getting “betrunkt mit.”

And yet…

Some folks out there, and they know who they are, in the service of a morally indefensible bigotry, in the attempt to push their religious beliefs on others, would like to tell some families that they are not allowed to have weddings.

I realized during the festivities that Jerry Falwell and his ilk aren’t just hurting gays. They are harming all of us.

I pray and hope that my children are straight. Not because I believe that homosexuality is a sin. Because I wouldn’t wish the personal, vicious hatred of the bigots on anyone, let alone my own children.

My children are so wee that we have no idea how they will turn out. No parent does. Every single bigot should stop and think: Would I have the things I advocate applied to my children?

I’m feeling a bit of rage. How dare some Bible-thumping-Bible-misinterpreting sack of crap tell me that I can’t walk my daughter down the aisle if there is another young woman waiting for her.

Any person who would deny their own children and their own families the joyous celebration that is marriage - and anyone who would deny it to other children and families risks denying it to their own kin - is someone who I condemn.

A person who would let parental love take a back seat to hateful ideology is someone deserving of scorn and condemnation.

I can’t even begin to wrap my mind around the fact that Strom Thurmond, as he stood on the Senate Floor filibustering against the Civil Rights Act, KNEW that he was leading the crusade to discriminate against his own illegitimate daughter. Anti-homosexual advocates don’t know that on the same level. But if they were the least little bit reflective, they would realize that they were risking discrimination against their own children.

I’ve argued philosophically, legally, and sociologically against legislating discrimination. I’ve tried to do it in a reasoned voice and with a persuasive tone. Until now, raw anger has not been a part of my public voice.

It is today.

So, as a father who loves his kids, I say this:

Screw you, Rick Santorum.

And your little dog Toto too.

Wedding Thought Number One

Went to a wedding on Saturday.

As we stood for the bride, my attention was focused on her father.

Holding Emilie in my arms, I watched as another man walked his daughter down the aisle.

I couldn’t help but think of the future. Someday I’ll be proudly walking sweet Emilie down the aisle to the man with whom she will build her adult life. I have hopeful confidence that she will be a kind, curious, moral young lady. I have hopeful confidence that I will, as I walk her down the aisle, be able to reflect back with love and pride on the way that her mother and I have raised her and how she has grown herselg into a good person.

I got a little misty eyed. I kissed my daughter’s forehead.

Fatherhood, my friends, is a great blessing.

Smallholder Martel

I suspect only Mike will get the reference in the post title.

If you don’t get it, that’s what you get for having a practical major in college.

History geeks rule!

At any rate, the Smallholder Martel post is about raccoons.

I have suffered under the calumny of my friends regarding my alleged leniency with the masked four legged bandits at Sweet Seasons Farm.

However, the recent loss of Guineas to the little punks has your humble Smallholder on the warpath. And since Kevin, who perhaps has forgiven the ire aroused by my imprudent post on dating, has steered us back towards agriculture, I have a little farm news to report.

Looking out my window on Friday, I saw a raccoon slinking towards the barn. I ran downstairs, pulled the trusty firearm off the shelf, and went out to the porch. Bracing my elbow on the grill, I sent a 307 round into the little punk’s midsection. A high velocity rifle round hitting a fifteen pound animal 150 yards away is a frightening thing. The racoon was almost disintegrated.

Buouyed by my success at killing small vermin, I took the rifle out with me on my Saturday morning pasture inspection. It seems that two of my groundhog squatters have had litters. The mothers are very wily and disappear down their holes whenever I’m outside, but their young ones have not yet learned. Some never will.

I took four out on Saturday morning. I would shoot one, and then the others would go over to see what had happened. One of them popped about ten feet in the air when the round hit him.

I was only shooting from about forty yards away, but since they were moving targets and were only three or four pounds, I have decided to take pride in my marksmanship.

Five rounds, five varmints.

I’d have done well at Tours. If, you, know, I could have had the modern 3o7 with the zeroed scope.

Blogger Spellcheck

Is it just me, or does everybody else find it annoying that blogger’s spellcheck function doesn’t recognize “blog” or “bloggers” as words?

the simple life?

Has Mark the Smallholder found a kindred spirit in my cyberbuddy Arn?

Check out Arn’s post on farming.

A snippet:

Certain snakes like to crawl into [the chickens’] nests, swallow some eggs, go climb a small tree, drop out and break the eggs inside them, and go snooze after a big meal. I once saw my normally legant and too-refined-for-the-farm aunt get so mad she grabbed an axe and a six-foot snake, stretched him out on the ground, chopped his head off, then cut him into sections so she could get her eggs back.

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Home Funerals

Greetings, loyal minions. Your Maximum Leader remembers once talking to the Smallholder about death and burial. While the details of that discussion are unimportant, one part of the converstation that was interesting to remember was the lack of outside agents in the process of death, dying, and burial. Your Maximum Leader has been invovled in the burial of a number of family members. And in all instances an outside funeral agent was used to prepare the body and provide a setting for some sort of visitation.

Now there is a movement afoot to bring death back into homes, as was the custom before the late 20th Century. A Movement to Bring Grief Back Home

If you haven’t ever read about the changing attitudes and cultural norms associated with death and dying you really ought to go and find a copy of Philippe Aries “The Hour of Our Death.” It is a remarkable good read. (From the perspective of a historian perhaps… If you are looking for light summer reading, this isn’t it.)

Carry on.

History vs. the EU

Greetings, loyal minions. Your Maximum Leader is taking time out of his Sunday morning to point out an interesting article in today’s Washington Post.

It’s History That’s Tearing the E.U. Apart

Your Maximum Leader agrees.

Carry on.

Smallholder: Not a Bigt

Anyone who would call Smallholder a bigot doesn’t know a thing about him. Smallholder is one of the most principled, tolerant and self-challenging people I know. It makes me angry to think that anyone would attack him in that way, even indirectly with a morally arbitrary position like “we’re all bigots.” Get a couple of beers in me and it’s the kind of thing I’d gladly start fisticuffs over.

Separately, Smallholder’s standing on gay parenthood is dead-on correct. There is nothing that homosexual parents are going to do to their kids that is worse than what heterosexual parents have been doing to their kids since the dawn of time.

Of course Smallholder and I have an ongoing catfight to continue (I believe it wasn’t that long ago that he suggest my birth name was “Percy”), but that will have to wait, as I am off to Mexico tomorrow for a wedding and will definitely not be posting again until next week at the earliest.

When I’m sitting on the beach, I’ll think of you all. Promise.

Believe.

Smallholder: Bigot?

I have managed to stir up a little teapot tempest once again.

It all started with Ally’s comment on KBJ calling homosexual couples’ adoption of children through surrogacy “child abuse.” Click through to the comments and note the strong exception I took to this (imagine that!). One of my favorite bloggers, Bill of Bill’s comments has also been weighing in.

For the click-through challenged, here is my response:

The horror! The horror!

Children being given to parents who want them so much to go to the trouble and expense of hiring a surrogate?

Children being given to parents who have a high level of income (demonstrated by their ability to hire a surrogate) and are able to provide for all of their children’s needs financially? They might even be able to pay for “extras” like piano lessons or horseback riding, the child abusers

Children being given to parents who most likely are highly educated, given their ability to earn the salaries that allow them to hire a surrogate? Heaven forfend!

Children being given to mature parents with life experience? Oh no!

KBJ ought to apply some of his vaunted “analytic reasoning” to his own bigotry.

Ally has a secondary post where she takes me to task. I don’t think she’ll mind if I add the text here:


A shaking head to Smallholder…. My dear friend, if the good professor is a bigot, then so are you. And me, for that matter. There are many issues you and I will not change our minds on. We stubbornly hold onto these ideas, even though others would say we should change our minds, according to their logic.
Keith has his opinion based on his own logic. I don’t share his feelings towards gay parents. I do, however, believe that surrogacy is a sick practice, and absolutely offensive. It takes the process and sanctity of
bearing children and makes it into a capitalist venture. Sorry, I don’t have the taste for such crass behavior. I don’t think you or I or Keith are bigots, because we hold to our own logic. Those who hold to no logic and refuse to see reason are bigots, in my mind.


Here are my twin responses:

First of all, there is nothing about which I would not change my mind if given solid evidence. The hallmark of intelligence is being able to integrate new information and build new cognitive structures. If I find that the information I have previously assimilated is factually inaccurate or that new information forces a new interpretation, I will rethink my beliefs.

This sort of flexibility in front of the evidence is often derided as “squishy,” but “hier stehe ich.”

My Christian faith is not generally amenable to reasoned, scientific appeal. (Hence, “faith.”) But my interpretation of what it means to be a good Christian or person is subject to reasoned appeal. In fact, I imagine that there are things that might make me modify my faith - if I turn on CNN and see images of a 600 foot Allah smiting the Jews before moving on to stomp the Pope, it would be severely discomforting. Luckily, I think the odds of that happening are a mite small.

This is not to say that I change my mind willy-nilly. n things I care deeply about, I have some pretty strong reasoning. But I can be swayed.

I won’t use the way I’m rethinking the merit of community college due to Ally and others’ evidence (a process accelerated by an admission officer’s factual information I shared in a previous post), because it wasn’t really an issue about which I have strong feelings.

But I do care about capital punishment and abortion. They are some of the most troublesome moral issues in our society. And, given more information, I have shifted on both. Right now I’m not sure where I stand on either issue; I am still assimilating new knowledge.

But as a brief guide, here are my evolving stands on the death penalty:

1980s: Strongly for. Retribution and deterrent.

Early 1990s: After a philosophy class, began to reject retribution as a permissible state action, but still supported as a deterrent. When shown evidence that the deterrent was minimal due to the frequency of execution, advocated increasing application to reach deterrent levels.

Mid 1990s: Became troubled over the inequities in the legal system, primarily access to competent legal counsel (which also translated into racial disparities). Advocated, partially tongue-in-cheek, killing more rich white guys.

Late 1990s: Became aware of the frequency of judicial error through the work of one of my wife’s former Northwestern professors. Teaching many kids who were incapable of seeing other people as moral agents and could not actually form a perception of future consequences convinced me that many criminals are essentially undeterable. The injustice of ending the life of a man for a crime he did not commit counterbalanced the minimal deterrence of the death penalty, so I began opposing the death penalty.

Today: New evidence has been published arguing that the death penalty is a real deterrent. I will read the book skeptically, but if their methodology is sound, I may rethink my position yet again. While it is wrong to accidentally kill an innocent man, if it saves the life of 100 innocents, I’ll have to think through the difficult moral problem of breaking eggs to make an omelet.

So, to sum up the first point: I will change my positions based on new information that shows my logic chain is faulty. We all ought to. The world would be a better place.

The second quibble I have with Ally’s statement that KBJ bases his anti-homosexual stance on logic. I disagree.

The “logic” that KBJ has used to justify his inherent “gays are icky” knee-jerk reaction are based on faulty premises and weak analogies. Many people of good faith suffer under misconceptions and poor reasoning. As a philosophy professor and as blogger who intends to influence the public debate, KBJ can and ought to be held to a higher standard than the uninformed man on the street.

I have tackled the many of KBJ’s errors in the past; I won’t beat a dead horse. But I’ll give a couple of examples. One premise that KBJ uses to justify deny gays access to the thousands of legal rights conferred by marriage is that marriage is universally solely a child-rearing institution. Anthropologically speaking, t’ain’t so. Marriage has many purposes (love, support, shared labor, status, financial support, cultural safety net, etc.) and some cultures do allow same sex partners. But KBJ doesn’t let that inconvenient fact sway his justification of his feeling that gays are icky.

KBJ also argues that tradition ought to be preserved. But this is a justification, not a core value, as shown by his willingness to overturn tradition when it comes to society’s treatment of our furry little friends. Harm to people is okay if tradition is preserved, but we ought to overturn it to save the lab rat? This is a glaring contradiction, and one for which he ought to be called to account.

An example of weak analogy is KBJ’s likening of allowing gays to marry to letting dogs vote. Several blogosphere commentators tore him up for that one. But KBJ wasn’t really trying to provide a logicalanalogy; he was using what he had to know was poor logic in order to advance the “gays are icky agenda.”

Question whether a philosophy professor would be so intellectually dishonest as to make an argument he knows was poor or factually inaccurate? Witness KBJ’s continued posting of the vegetarian myth that meat=starvation. Once again, logic and truth take a back seat to advancing a faith.

UPDATE: Consistency also takes a back seat in KBJ’s logic. He has often argued that we have a duty to prevent harm to animals because they are moral agents, yet when it comes to humans, he forgets that gays and the Sudanese are moral agents as well. Washing his hands of widespread suffering, he writes of Darfur in a recent post: “I have no obligation to help these people, or even to prevent harm to them.” UPDATE ENDS

This is disappointing because one can make good, logical, consistent arguments to advance KBJ’s positions. Bill’s reasoned questioning of the impact of gay adoption on children is one which I respect. We have seen many studies showing the value of having a father and mother in the family. So we ought to promote childrearing in a household with both a mother and a father. Bill and I can have a reasoned debate. Having agreed on the moral premise that we ought to do what is best for children, we can then discuss if children are actually harmed. I can question the conclusion of whether it was the different genders that was actually measured by the studies or whether the closely correlated variables of parental education, family income, social stability, delayed childrearing, extra attention provided by two parents, etc., were what led to better outcomes for the children. If those variables are causal rather than just associational, than one can argue that allowing gays to adopt is fine; they can provide all of the above. (Though, on Bill’s side of the ledger, I have to confess that the most important variable affecting a child’s academic performance is the educational level of the mother, whether or not she is the primary caregiver in the marriage. Sorry stay at home dads, ’tis true). As we look at the data, Bill and I can have a reasoned, civil debate. It won’t be one about arbitrarily denying rights to people to satisfy prejudice; it will be one about balancing rights of gays and their putative adopted children.

The key here was civility, something that is also lacking when you read the totality of KBJ’s posts about gays. Note how he used quotation marks to mock gay marriage. This isn’t civil, logical persuasion. It’s making fun of icky people. Scroll through his archives - there are plenty of examples of KBJ’s uncivil derisiveness.

It really is possible to disagree with someone else’s position without launching cheap shots or mocking essentail personal characteristics of our ideological foes. Although they have at times passionately and vociferously disagreed with me, I don’t recall Ally, Brian B., Bill, the Maximum Leader or the Minister of Propaganda ever putting quotation marks around Smallholder the “father” or Smallholder the “teacher” or Smallholder the “farmer” or Smallholder the “ecologist.” Okay, maybe Mike and Rob have, but that was always to draw a laugh or give a dig to a friend, never to denigrate my personhood.

Ally defined bigots as “those who hold no logic and see no reason.” I would submit to you that your definition applies completely to KBJ’s position on gays.

And I’m not holding KBJ to an unreasonable standard of my own creation. The Analphilosopher himself sets the standard of analytic reasoning.

So I’ll say it again and be damned:

KBJ ought to apply some of his vaunted “analytic reasoning” to his own bigotry.

More Thoughts On Deep Throat.

Greetings, loyal minions. Your Maximum Leader is chuckling to himself. Why? The Washington Post was scooped on a story they’ve been waiting to do for 30 years.

How frustrating must that be?

You’ve had a story you’ve been sitting on for 30 years. It is a story that many many people want to read. It is the answer to one of the most interesting political palour games of the 20th Century. You have the story primed to go when the fateful moment comes.

And Vanity Fair (a monthly magazine!) scoops you on your big story.

Heh.

Anyhow. Your Maximum Leader would like to direct you all to a few other opinions on the whole W. Mark Felt = Deep Throat story.

First off (in the place of honour?) is our pal Skippy. (Who we might add removed a pair of magnificent breasts from his masthead to put up his “Canadian Nixon” graphic. We are not sure we approve that aesthetic choice.) Go and read Skippy’s piece. It touches on the contradiction that is Richard Nixon’s legacy. Your Maximum Leader has never really been a Nixon man. Well, to clarify, he’s always been a Nixon Foreign Policy man and a Nixon Anti-Communist man. But he hasn’t been a Nixon Wage-Price Controls, Nixon EPA, Nixon OSHA, or Nixon Affirmative Action man.

You know… Thinking about it… Other than the cover-up and lawbreaking… From a policy perspective do you know who is probably the most Nixonian blogger here at Naked Villainy?

The Smallholder.

Think about it. Rather “conservative” in looking out for our national interests. Hawkish. Willing to strong-arm diplomatically where it is required/in our interests. But at the same time very “progressive” domestically. Seeking to expand the power and influence of government where he believes it will enhance the “common weal.” Neither Nixon or the Smallholder are typical “political” types. Hummm…

Ponder that.

Anyway. Read Skippy’s piece. It is very good.

Even though they were scooped… You should check out the various Washington Post pieces. Some are here, here, and here.

You ought to jaunt over and read Ben Stein’s peice on the American Spectator too. Although Stein engages in a little too much rampant “what if” specuation, the connections are interesting and desering of some thought.

Anyhow… Your Maximum Leader supposes that this wraps up the Watergate coverage. Finally. Woodward and Bernstein can now write their final books on the subject. And we can only hope that we will never have to hear from John Dean or Chuck Colson ever again.

Carry on.

Vive La France!

Greetings, loyal minions. Your Maximum Leader wanted to comment yesterday on the resounding defeat of the proposed EU Constitution by the people of France. But, yesterday was a busy day and it was not to be. So, you get your comments a day late (and perhaps a dollar short as well).

Your Maximum Leader is pleased with the outcome of the vote. (He is even pleased with the government shuffle done by President Chirac. Although it seems unlcear if the new Prime Minister is Dominique de Villepin or just plain Dominique Villepin. BTW, your Maximum Leader will go with Dominique de Villepin.) Indeed it is not clear now what the status of the EU Constitution is since France has become the first to reject the charter. It looks like the Netherlands will reject the constitution by the end of the day.

Your Maximum Leader believes that the French people (and he might add primarially the French people under the age of 60) have caught on that if the plan proposed by the bureaucrats in Brussels moves forward essentially strips member nations of nationhood. The French would become just one more cog in the great machine of Europe. Indeed, the former ancient and historic countries of Europe would become little more than emasculated states in a powerful Federal system. Your Maximum Leader is happy that the French decided that they need to consider their national and cultural identity further before deciding how much power to give to a central government for Europe.

Frankly, France has already thumbed its (gallic) nose at a number of EU requirements (concerning the national debt ceiling and monetary policy to name but two). They had already decided that quasi-socialist France is more important than the concept of the EU. But if they approved the proposed Constitution, and the Constitution was enacted; then the couldn’t reject EU requirements as they have. They would have ceeded real power to Brussels, and could no longer go their own way.

Your Maximum Leader has always thought that the EU as it has developed over the past 10-15 years has been a bad idea. He doesn’t think that the reduction of trade barriers or economic integration of Europe is a bad thing. What is bad is the giving up of sovreignty and national identity to an artifice known as “Europe.”

Europe is not a culturally homogeneous mass. It has widely differing cultures, people, languages, traditions, and values. All these factors make unified government (or cooperative government) a bad idea. Europe circa 2005 is not analagous to the British North American colonies circa 1776. Creating a United States of Europe means destroying the identity of millions and imposing a fake nationality on peoples with proud histories.

Your Maximum Leader hopes that Europe will re-think where it is going. Seriously re-think. And come away with a limited system of cooperation.

Carry on.

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