Not so long after I moved up here, they hung the Indian in the jail. Sheriff's deputies. They hung him. Three of them. As inevitably occurs, sooner or later, with everyone who works in law-enforcement, these men, they had decided, that the law, it was them. Not the statutes. Not the courts. Not the system. Not the process. Them. And, according to their law, as they conceived and decreed it, sometimes, someone who came into their jail, that person, needed to be dead.

The first two men they killed, they were locked up on serious charges. However, due to the bungling Barney Fifes and hapless Hamilton Bugers, in the cop shop and in the district attorney's office, it was not at all certain, that they would be convicted. There was also, of course, the possibility they were actually innocent. But these three law jockeys, they paid that no mind. They went ahead and killed them. First the one. Then, a couple years later, the other. "Suicide." Duly pronounced so, by the county coroner. A "doctor," allowed only to examine dead people. Because any live person, upon whom he might "practice" medicine, that person, surely, and soon, would be quite dead.

The Indian, he was not in on any serious charge. He'd been picked up but for public drunkenness. Generally, such a person, he would just be held overnight, and then be released. But, for some reason, the three deputies, they decided to hang him. It's not certain, to this day, why. Maybe, posits one theory, he gave them some lip. The Indian, he was known to have a mouth on him. And, all law-enforcement officers, they believe that they possess, a natural-born right, to harass, intimidate, arrest, beat, and sometimes even kill, anyone who gives them any grief, whatsoever. Who, thereby, refuse to acknowledge, their innate and essential godhood. Bestowed by the badge and the gun. For sure, these deputies, they figured that no one would care. That the Indian had "suicided." For, why would they? After all: he was, just, an Indian.

I have a rather interesting history with Social Security. As my maternal grandmother used to tell me, I was taken off of childhood disability benefits and switched to survivors when my father died. I was 12 at the time so I had no way of knowing about any of that then. Of course, the moment I turned 18 those benefits stopped and I had virtually no recourse for fighting back.

It's Independence Day! Another day of picnics and parties, so let's revisit picnics!!

But first, The Recommendations:

Labour Party membership spikes since Coup attempt

July 4 is the 185th day of the year. There are 180 days left.

I do not believe that the meaning of the Constitution was forever "fixed" at the Philadelphia Convention. Nor do I find the wisdom, foresight, and sense of justice exhibited by the framers particularly profound. To the contrary, the government they devised was defective from the start, requiring several amendments, a civil war, and momentous social transformation to attain the system of constitutional government, and its respect for the individual freedoms and human rights, that we hold as fundamental today. When contemporary Americans cite "The Constitution," they invoke a concept that is vastly different from what the framers barely began to construct two centuries ago.