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The Constitution was made to guard the people against the dangers of good intentions." --American Statesman Daniel Webster (1782-1852)


Friday, June 26, 2026

"In Defense of Generation X as its moment approaches"

 

As most of my readers know, I have Sirius/XM in my truck, and I listen to the Wilkow Majority in the afternoon on the way home from work.  I have something in common with the host, we both are Gen Xers.  I am an early Gen Xer born in the mid/late 60's. to those that don't know the Generation X crowd are from 1965 to 1980.  We are the last generation to be called the "Latchkey kids" we were free range kids, don't come home before the street lights come on generation.  Something that the later generations lost out on.  The freedom to explore, to have adventures no structured parenting, no social media ruining er running our lives like the kids of today.  We were the generation that had to figure it out with chilton manuals, LOL.  We used to take our dads tools and build forts in the woods with scrap woods with our friends, build bike ramps  that would make an OSHA inspector have "the willies", and if it crashed and burned, well we would find a garden hose and wash off the carnage so the mom wouldn't find out. and keep playing.  crazy stuff like that.  Back then we also knew who the good guys and bad guys were, before Hollywood got weird on us and started supporting the latest craze, we were what I call "The Reagan Kids" We were the last "Honor Generation" as a whole Well in my time, I grew up in the Jimmy Carter years, the end of the Vietnam war, the malais the 21% interest the Misery index, Nanny State 1.0 that Carter was rolling in during his term, so Reagan was a breath of fresh air to me and I voted for the first time for Reagan's 2nd term in 1984.  We listened to music that was fun and excessive, but the music lead by Grunge in the 90's got preachy, and it was a "debbie Downer", that changed the entire landscape.

I was listening to Andrew Wilkow's show "The Wilkow Majority and he had a guest on "Scott McCay" and he was talking about "Generation X" and political shift.  This is where I got the article from.   They referenced the article a lot.


I was on A.J. Rice’s Dangerous Laughter podcast recently, and we got into a discussion about Generation X.

Actually, that’s not quite right. I’ll explain in a minute.


What brought on the subject was that “Right Here, Right Now” column I wrote after Callais v. Louisiana was decided at the Supreme Court, and state legislatures across the South started redrawing congressional districts. I opened that column with an aside, part of which was that as a proud member of Generation X, I’m ready to see the boomers and the leftovers of the “Greatest Generation” — as though Mitch McConnell and Bernie Sanders qualify for that — get out of the way and let my people run the country. (RELATED: ‘Right Here, Right Now’)

I didn’t expect that aside to be what generated so much of a reaction. I didn’t mean to insult anybody by saying it, and yet the boomers came out of the woodwork to vocalize their offense. I found that bizarre — most of the baby-boom generation are in their 70s, or at least their late 60s. That means retirement age. It means you aren’t generally running anything in the private sector anymore, though there are exceptions. And if younger, stronger, more stamina, more curiosity work in the real world, it’s not off the wall to think it also works in government.

Particularly when you look at the performance of those old farts in control in D.C., most of whom even the boomers don’t generally have much use for.

I just thought everybody would understand that point. But apparently I was wrong.

And that’s OK, because after I wrote it, I got calls to do a bunch of radio and podcast interviews about that subject. It was perplexing, because the column wasn’t really about the intergenerational conflict piece but rather the fantastic development that Southern Republican state legislators have been freed of the sins of discrimination their Democrat forebears committed all those decades ago.


I dunno. Maybe the generational thing is a bigger story. A.J. apparently thought so. And his was one of the podcasts I did after that column came out.

We started with Generation X, and then, as tends to happen when A.J. is involved, we wandered through Red Dawn, the Cold War, Steve Jobs, social media, helicopter parenting, cultural decline, and a whole host of other topics that all seemed unrelated until you started connecting the dots.

Here’s the whole thing. It’s an hour or so, but I thought it was a pretty fun watch. And A.J.’s guys went crazy with some of the AI imagery, of course. I don’t have a Scottish tartan suit. Though maybe I’ll have to get one soon.

What emerged from that conversation was something I’ve been thinking about for quite a while now: Generation X may be the last generation in American history that grew up before technology became the dominant force shaping everyday life.


We experienced reality before it was filtered through algorithms.

That’s not a complaint about technology. It isn’t nostalgia, either. I’m not interested in pretending the world was perfect in 1985. Of course it wasn’t. We had plenty of problems, plenty of bad ideas, and plenty of dysfunction. But there was one thing we had that has become increasingly rare: we experienced reality before it was filtered through algorithms.

Generation X grew up in a world where technology was present but not omnipresent. We watched television, played video games, listened to music, and eventually got access to computers. But those things occupied a place in life rather than becoming life itself. Nobody spent their teenage years building an online identity. Nobody curated a digital existence for public consumption. Most social interactions took place face-to-face, and if you embarrassed yourself in public, there was a reasonable chance the evidence wouldn’t exist forever.

Parents generally had a different attitude as well. Mine certainly did. If you’re a Gen Xer, most of yours probably did too.

When school ended, the kids went outside. You rode your bike around the neighborhood. You figured things out on your own. You got into trouble occasionally. You learned how to solve problems because there often wasn’t an adult standing three feet away ready to solve them for you. Looking back, some of that freedom probably made our parents nervous. They just didn’t organize their entire lives around that anxiety. And given some of the stuff the boomers were into in the 1970s and 1980s, that wasn’t surprising.

Today, the situation is dramatically different. Children are monitored constantly. Every activity is scheduled. Every risk is managed. Every moment is documented. And at the same time, the culture has become far more comfortable allowing corporations, social media platforms, and digital systems to exert influence over people’s thinking than it ever was when allowing children to ride a bicycle down the street unattended. (RELATED: Who’s Teaching Those AI Machines Your Kids Will Learn From?)

And people wonder how the surveillance state could ever have come about

As I discussed with A.J. on the podcast, technology for Generation X remains a tool. We use it because it’s useful. We appreciate what it can do. But we also remember a world where it wasn’t necessary. That’s a perspective younger generations simply don’t have.

For someone born after the internet became a permanent fixture of American life, social media isn’t an innovation. It’s normal. Smartphones aren’t revolutionary. They’re expected. The constant flow of information, commentary, outrage, entertainment, and manipulation is simply the environment.

That’s not a criticism. It’s an observation.

But it does create a meaningful difference between the generations.

Generation X possesses something increasingly valuable in modern America: a point of comparison.

We know what the country looked like before the digital revolution transformed everything. We remember when friendships were maintained without apps. We remember when news organizations had gatekeepers. We remember when political arguments happened in bars, living rooms, churches, and workplaces rather than being amplified by engagement-driven algorithms designed to maximize conflict.

That doesn’t mean everything was better. But it does mean we’re in a position to recognize what has been gained and what has been lost.

The same thing applies politically.

My generation spent its formative years during the final phase of the Cold War. We grew up with the understanding that there were competing systems in the world and that not all of them deserved equal moral consideration. We watched the Soviet Union collapse. We watched a failed ideology disintegrate under the weight of its own contradictions. And because of that experience, many Gen Xers developed a healthy skepticism toward utopian promises, fashionable political theories, and grand schemes to reinvent human nature.

Reality was always the final judge.

That mindset shaped a lot of people in my generation, whether they realized it or not.

It’s also one reason why Gen X often finds itself politically homeless. We tend to distrust centralized authority, but we also distrust cultural fads. We don’t automatically assume institutions are virtuous, but neither do we assume every institution deserves to be torn down. We generally prefer practical solutions to ideological purity because we’ve spent most of our lives watching ideological purity fail. And that’s why so many of us yawn when the Boomerific Bushie Republican crowd screeches about Donald Trump’s supposed apostasies from conservatism.

Bill Cassidy is a perfect example. Last week, when Trump signed that Memorandum of Understanding to put at least a temporary stop to the Iran war, Cassidy posted on X that “Reagan is turning over in his grave.” What a crock. Cassidy, who’s about as Boomer a Boomer as ever Boomed in politics, is a perfect example of a Bush Republican who tinkled all over Reagan’s legacy and now wants to pretend that’s who he is. Never mind that Reagan didn’t even bother to get a peace deal in Lebanon before pulling the Marines out once Hezbollah blew up the barracks in Beirut. He saw that military action there wasn’t serving his interests anymore, so he dumped out. Back then, Democrats weren’t so interested in making political hay out of the situation. Today, even Republicans are willing to do it. (RELATED: Bye, Bill)

And Cassidy wonders why my generation was so eager to get rid of him.

During my conversation on Dangerous Laughter, A.J. made the case that Generation X may be uniquely positioned for leadership because we’re the bridge generation. I think there’s something to that.

We’re old enough to understand the analog world and young enough to understand the digital one. We built much of the technological infrastructure that transformed modern life, but we weren’t raised by it. We understand innovation, but we also understand limits. We appreciate technology’s benefits because we remember what existed before those benefits arrived.

That’s a useful combination.

And frankly, it may become even more useful in the years ahead.

The biggest challenge facing America isn’t whether technology will continue advancing. That’s inevitable. Artificial intelligence, automation, digital communication, and technologies we haven’t even imagined yet are going to continue reshaping society at a breathtaking pace.

The real challenge is making sure human judgment keeps up.

A country can’t outsource wisdom to a machine. It can’t delegate citizenship to an algorithm. It can’t allow technology to become a substitute for culture, community, family, faith, or common sense. Those things still matter, and they always will.

Generation X doesn’t have all the answers. No generation does.

But we do have something worth contributing to the conversation.

We remember what life looked like before the machine arrived.

At a moment when more and more Americans seem content to let technology tell them what to buy, what to watch, what to think, and even who to be, that memory may turn out to be more valuable than most people realize.

Thursday, June 25, 2026

"Qatar Gifted Air Force 1 in Final Stages"

 

Sorry I couldn't post yesterday, Work got ahead of me.

      I snagged this off "Aviation Week"

Air Force One

The U.S. Air Force has officially received the Qatar-gifted Boeing 747-8i and will conduct the final commissioning flights ahead of its entrance into service as the next Air Force One in the coming weeks.

The service announced June 19 that the aircraft, officially called the VC-25B Bridge Aircraft, had arrived at Joint Base Andrews, Maryland, where the Presidential Airlift Group will begin its introduction to the role. The aircraft has the new red, white, blue and gold livery, and “final government modifications.”

According to the Air Force, the new 747 fills an imperative to relieve pressure on the current aging VC-25A fleet, which has seen its heavy maintenance cycles extended.

“The safety and security of the commander in chief is our highest priority,” Air Force Secretary Troy Meink said in an announcement. “From the beginning, we meticulously evaluated every requirement to accelerate delivery while maintaining the high standards expected of the presidential mission. This effort proves that the U.S. Air Force can move fast without sacrificing quality, security or reliability.”

This final stage will allow White House officials to validate that the aircraft can meet the Air Force One mission, along with finalizing protocols for presidential transport, the service said in the announcement. Once completed, it will officially enter service in the executive airlift fleet alongside VC-25As and C-32s.

While many of the specifics have not been disclosed, the Air Force says this aircraft was modified with advanced technologies to meet the requirements of the mission. As Aviation Week first reported in January, the interior of the aircraft will remain largely the same. It is not clear how extensively the 747 has been modified for self-protection, which is a large driver of the work on the Boeing VC-25Bs that have been in development for several years. The Air Force announcement states some of the capabilities have been skipped.

“No risk was taken in security, safety or mission communications, but the collective team made trades on some of the less commonly used mission sets that Boeing must deliver to support the next 40 years,” the service said in the announcement.

As the aircraft was in modification, the Air Force has been training pilots to fly the 747-8i—a significant change from the existing 747-200 training for the current fleet. The service leased an Atlas Air 747-8F last October for training and has purchased two 747-8is from Lufthansa for training. Additionally, the Air Force says it delivered a full mockup of the interior in January for the White House to begin training.

“We are proud to deliver the VC-25B Bridge aircraft to the president,” Air Force Chief of Staff Gen. Ken Wilsbach said in the announcement. “Many thought it could not be done, but the United States Air Force was able to execute and provide a secure, reliable airborne command post on an accelerated timeline.”

Tuesday, June 23, 2026

"Equality In The Ashes"

 

I remember Venezuela was a Jewel in South America Before Maduro got hold of it and trashed it and the only people that benefited from it was the inner circle and the Russians and cubans who got cheap oil. Everyone else got screwed to the wall.  Sure there was the pretty rhetoric from the universities, but the pretty rhetoric and banners didn't feed the kids so the people voted with their feet.  The ultimate condemnation.


Before the revolution hollowed it out, Venezuela was the jewel of South America. The nation stood as a powerhouse of free enterprise, fed by the richest oil reserves on earth and a flood of foreign capital, and its skyline rose as a testament to ambition.
Men built businesses. Families secured their futures. The rule of law furnished the scaffolding on which human flourishing is raised.
Income inequality existed. It always does in a dynamic society where free men are permitted to build, to risk, and to reap the reward of their labor. Disparities of wealth are the natural residue of an economy that actually produces value. But alongside that inequality stood something the Marxists can never abide: abundant opportunity.
The ladder of upward mobility was intact and load-bearing. A man could begin with nothing and forge a legacy. That was the reality of Venezuela before the ideologues arrived, promising to heal the imperfections of freedom with the guarantees of utopia.
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The revolutionaries did precisely what they promised. They leveled the mountains of prosperity so that every man might dwell equally in the valley of despair. The dismantling of Venezuelan civilization was a systematic, bureaucratic, and deliberate execution.
The cure began with the 1998 election of Hugo Chávez, who took the reins of the state the following February and turned his wrath upon the engine of the nation's wealth. Abolishing the power to create it.
Under socialist stewardship, oil production collapsed from roughly 3.5 million barrels a day to around 800,000 and in the depths of the regime's mismanagement it sank below half a million.
We must grant the regime its due. They accomplished what every Western environmentalist only dreams of, achieving a breathtaking reduction in carbon emissions by simply crippling their own energy sector entirely.
Progress, we are reminded, demands sacrifice.
Having "fixed" the energy market, the state turned its benevolent gaze toward the grocery aisle. In 2003 the government fixed prices on four hundred basic products.
The law of cause and effect is wholly immune to political rhetoric, and the result was immediate. Farmers and manufacturers discovered that producing food at a state-mandated loss was financial suicide, so they stopped.
The fields went fallow. The shelves went bare. The government outlawed high prices and, in the same stroke, succeeded in outlawing food.
This triumph of central planning reached its apex in what Venezuelans came to call the Maduro Diet. In 2016, a survey conducted by three of Caracas's largest universities found that nearly three-quarters of the population had lost weight over the preceding year at an average of nineteen pounds per person for lack of food.
Western wellness gurus charge thousands for the privilege of a fasting retreat; the socialist state administers starvation free of charge, the ultimate weight-loss program, results guaranteed.
And by 2025, Venezuela had performed a geopolitical miracle. While the United States strained under an unprecedented influx across its southern border, Venezuela boasted virtually no illegal immigration whatsoever.
No one was sneaking in to partake of the socialist paradise.
The catch, of course, is that roughly twenty-three percent of its own population, nearly eight million souls, had fled the other way, abandoning their homes and walking hundreds of miles to escape the utopia they had been promised.
The lesson is written in the direction they were walking. No one breaks into a prison.
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The deepest wound Venezuela suffered was a spiritual one. Socialism is a Christian heresy. It steals the Christian vocabulary of compassion, deposes God and enthrones the State, then exchanges charity for coercion.
The socialist lie promises a top-down, material equality secured through the brutal confiscation of property. It strips the individual of his free will and demands that he surrender his agency to a secular leviathan.
A power that claims the authority of heaven while operating with the malice of hell.
The inevitable result is that everyone shares in the same misery. Everyone, that is, except the ruling elite, who dine on imported steak while the people fight over scraps in the ash.
Set this demonic parody against the Christian concept of sobornost, the spiritual harmony and organic unity of believers, the communion of free men who, in love and faith, choose to bear one another's burdens.
Saint John Chrysostom fiercely thundered against greed and warned the rich of the spiritual peril of hoarded wealth, yet he never once commanded the Roman emperor to seize the grain and redistribute it at sword-point.
He summoned men to give, because a gift compelled is no gift at all, and a virtue extracted by force is no real virtue.
The whole socialist project rests on a single lie: that man can be made good by decree. But goodness is the fruit of grace freely received, and what must be freely received can never be imposed at gunpoint.
This is the chasm the ideologues will never see. Collectivism commands compliance through terror; sobornost invites communion at the foot of the Cross.
"For you, brethren, have been called to liberty; only do not use liberty as an opportunity for the flesh, but through love serve one another" (Galatians 5:13).
One road ends in the gulag. The other ends at the Kingdom.
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We are now watching the progressive clerics of our own nation peddle the same poison that reduced Caracas to a beggar's colony. They wield the same rhetoric. They stoke the same envy. They promise the same impossible utopia, and they grow indignant when a man points to the ruins and asks them to account for the bodies.
So look upon the wreckage and ask the only question that matters. Why would a free people surrender their liberty, their prosperity, and their faith for a system that has produced nothing in its entire history but breadlines and mass graves?
Why would we trade the inheritance of Western civilization, built upon the bedrock of Christian moral order and the natural law, for the promise of equality in the ashes?
The ruins of Venezuela stand as a monument to the arrogance of men who imagined they could build heaven on earth without God. Let them serve as our warning. We will not be the next casualties of this tired old lie.
Deus Vult.
- Marcus Sterling

Monday, June 22, 2026

Monday Music "Cats In the Cradle" By Harry Chafin"

 

Yeah I went rummaging through my record collection.....And since it is kinda a Fathers Day kinda thing.



This song I heard back in the 70's and it was on one of my "K'tel" (I still have it, as you can see, looks kinda beat up, LOL)I had in the late 70's and I remembered it because of the story it told of a father that was always "too busy".  I saw similarities between this and the relationship between me and my Dad.  I know it was a different time and my dad had to work.  he was a CID agent with the U.S Army and his job kept him hopping so he wasn't around much.  My dad did try to play catch with me and my brother a few times and do other things like go fishing as "the guys" but he wasn't around much as I would have hoped.  We took a back burner to his career and I don't hate him for it,  It was the way it was.  His devotion to duty is where I got mine and my brother got his so we did learn a lot from our Dad, and even though he reported to Fiddlers Green, I still miss him  But also because this song I make sure that I am available for my son and his activities and I spend a lot of time with my son because he is my son and he is a good kid and he turned into a good man.  I take pride in that, funny that people say that certain songs make a real impression on them and it follows them through their life.  This song reminded me of that time can move quickly and before you know it, you will be attending graduation and wondering "what the hell happened".  I try to balance my work and home life as the best I can.  My son is my legacy and I tried to "do right" by him.       I will play another "Cats" song for next week...y'all can guess on it, LOL



"Cat's in the Cradle" is a 1974 folk rock song by Harry Chapin from the album Verities & Balderdash. The single topped the Billboard Hot 100 in December 1974. As Chapin's only No. 1 hit song, it became the best known of his work and a staple for folk rock music. Chapin's recording of the song was nominated for the 1975 Grammy Award for Best Male Pop Vocal Performance and was inducted into the Grammy Hall of Fame in 2011.

The song's lyrics began as a poem written by Harry's wife, Sandra "Sandy" Gaston; the poem itself was inspired by the awkward relationship between her first husband, James Cashmore, and his father, John, a politician who served as Brooklyn Borough President. She was also inspired by a country music song she had heard on the radio.  Harry also said the song was about his own relationship with his son, Josh, admitting, "Frankly, this song scares me to death."


The song is told in the first-person by a father who is too busy with work to spend time with his son. Each time the son asks him to join in childhood activities, the father issues vague promises of spending time together in the future. While disappointed, the son accepts his excuses and yearns to "be like you, Dad." The first verse tells of his absence at his son's birth and walking, as "there were planes to catch and bills to pay"; the second verse relates the father buying the son a baseball as a birthday present but likewise declining to play catch.
The final two verses reverse the roles. In the third verse, the son returns home from college and his father finally has some time to spend with him. Instead, the son just wants to go out and asks the father for the car keys. The fourth verse advances the story quite some time, when the father is long retired and his son has started his own family some distance away. The father makes a phone call to his son and invites him for a visit, but the son has his own issues with his job and his children are sick with the flu. He tells his father he will visit him if he "can find the time" and says "it's been sure nice talking to you" before he says goodbye. The final two lines of the song reflect the father's observation of what has happened:

The song's chorus references several childhood things: The Cat's in the Cradle string game, silver spoons that are given to babies as christening gifts, and the nursery rhymes Little Boy Blue and Man in the Moon.

Thursday, June 18, 2026

Am at camp

 I am at camp, was asked to run a couple of ranges, and stay with the Troop overnight for 2 deep leadership coverage. 

Couple things, I believe in the motto of the Boy Scouts " Be Prepared ", well I brought 3 flashlights, put new Duracell batteries in all 3 and tested all three before packing them. Got to camp, tested them whem I got there,  tested good. Made sure they were off. Next day I went to grab a light, you betcha deader then a democrats soul....same with the other 2...the hell?  Luckily my brother from another mother hooked me up with a couple of spares. What are the odds?

One of my shotgun pics

The view right now for me 😁

Im using my kinda smart phone to post this.