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I found this site while websurfing. As a enthusiast of the longbow, this sounds like a greatway to spend the day.  Of course the pub crawl afterwards would be a perfect end to the day. This gets the the AutumnArcher Seal of Approval!  Hoist a glass to the Kilwinning Archers.

http://www.askarts.co.uk/aska.html

The Ancient Society of Kilwinning Archers is the oldest archery organisation in the United Kingdom if not in the world. Its first recorded Papingo shoot was in 1483 and the Society has been in existence ever since. In the event of there being no shooting members the Town Clerk took the office of Secretary so that the Society could continue. The shooting at the Papingo was somewhat of a civic occasion as witness this account from old records::

The day started at Smithstone House, which is about a mile North of the town. The Archers formed behind a band and the burgh mace-bearer who hoisted the Papingo onto the head of his civic Lochaber Axe and led the procession to the butts. After a round had been shot there the procession reformed and marched round the town with a free drink being taken at each of the 25 or so inns . Each archer shot one arrow in his turn until the “doo” had been
“Dinged doun”, The new Captain - the first to knock the Papingo
off its perch - was invested with his “Benn of Crimson Taffety”
and presented with the Kilwinning Silver Arrow.  When the “doo” has been “dinged doun” it is replaced on its horizontal pole at the top of the Tower, the wings are loosened and the hitting of each wing is rewarded with a rosette. If, after two hours shooting, the Papingo has not been knocked off its perch then the result is recorded as “The bird flew” and neither trophy nor rosettes are awarded. The honour of being the person who “dings doun the doo” does not necessarily go to the most experienced archer - the trophy has been won by a Junior Archer on more than one occasion in recent years.

 

 

Lunch was then taken at the Masonic Lodge (The Mother Lodge) followed by the Society’s Annual General Meeting. This having been completed the Archers proceeded to the Abbey Tower. The outgoing Captain faced away from the Tower and shot an arrow into the middle distance, thus discharging his duties The Papingo was then flown from the Tower and the Archers endeavoured to “ding doun the doo”. They shot in order of merit decided on at the butts and had to keep one foot on the lower step of the Abbey entrance. Each archer shot one arrow in his turn until the “doo” had been
“Dinged doun”, The new Captain - the first to knock the Papingo
off its perch - was invested with his “Benn of Crimson Taffety”
and presented with the Kilwinning Silver Arrow.

When the “doo” has been “dinged doun” it is replaced on its horizontal pole at the top of the Tower, the wings are loosened and the hitting of each wing is rewarded with a rosette. If, after two hours shooting, the Papingo has not been knocked off its perch then the result is recorded as “The bird flew” and neither trophy nor rosettes are awarded. The honour of being the person who “dings doun the doo” does not necessarily go to the most experienced archer - the trophy has been won by a Junior Archer on more than one occasion in recent years

I well remember as a young Navy Seabee, tossing by seabag on the truck, and climbing into the plane for my first overeseas deployment. Granted, it was during peacetime, but the anxiety and anticipation of  venturing to another country for the first time was very real. Soon enough I was on the ground at Guantanamo Bay, Cuba for a 9 month deployment.  I soon found that the only way to keep in touch with friends and family  back home was either via US Mail, or making a very expensive phone call on the weekends. I don not remember the exact amount, but seems to me it was well over a buck a minute. That was in 1982.  So, a monthly call home to Mom and Dad was about it for phone calls.

I don’t remember ever seeing pre-paid phone cards in those days. No cell phones either. Al Gore had not invented the internet yet . The highlight of the week was mail call. We would all gather around anxiously waiting to see if we had any letters from home. Girlfriends and wives would season their letters with perfume, and guys would retreat to a quiet place  to read and smell thier mail.  Care packages were ripped open with the delight of a small child on Christmas morning. Phone calls and mail call. That was it.

Thank God, today things are different for our armed forces. While my good friend Jameson has been deployed, I have corresponded with him in so many differnet formats its mind boggling. first, I learned i could send an email, it would be downloaded and printed and delivered to him within a day or two.  He has called a few times, as they have much better access to phones that we ever did. Now he can email via hotmail, yahoo or whatever server he chooses. Instant messenger too. I was driving home from work just the other day, and my cell phone beeped to signal a text message. I figured it would be my wife telling me to pick a jug of millk up on my way home. NO- it was Jameson. texting me via hotmail from Afghanistan! His message? Hey- I need some more Copenhagen, can you send me some??? Unreal.

Your chew will be in the mail tommorrow Bro.

Yeah, he can read my blog over there too.

A while back I posted about a dear friend, a young man mature well beyond his years who is now serving his country in Afghanistan. I keep in close contact with him, we exchange emails regularly, and some of the stresses of his first overseas deployment remind me of my own, so many years ago.  The difference is the stark reality we are at war, and the stakes for Jameson are much higher.  He has endured some personal struggles as well, making it all the harder. But knowing him as I do, he will prevail, and be a stronger man for it.

Anyway, he had commented to me about really missing being at Camp Wilderness again this year, and I told him not to worry, the Marine Corp. flag will fly at Camp this year to remind all of us of his sacrifice, so we can live in freedom and security.  When I got home from Camp, I asked him if it would be possible to get a flag for Camp Wilderness that was flown in Afghanistan. He assured me he would handle it.

I recieved this email from him today-

 

hey john,
  i was planning on waiting till i got home but i cant wait! that flag that you requested, i picked on up at the px and it is going to be flown on a C-130 on a cargo mission. it will come with a certificate made out to “Camp Wilderness” and the certificate will state the mission, destination, cargo, date, bird, crew, and the crew signs it. hope you like it i am however going to hold on to it to give it to you personally
                       Love ya man
                              Jamie

It will be my distinct honor to hoist this flag up the flagpole at Camp Wilderness next summer. Knowing where it has been, and who it represents makes it a very special flag indeed.

Thank you Cpl. for your service to us all, and for the flag. Godspeed my friend.

My son and I spent today up at the property we hunt, mending a few fences for my friend/owner who can’t get around so good anymore. After fixing a few bad spots in the wire, we were driving around checking on my ladder stands I was too lazy to take down, when something caught my eye.

I have played on this property since I was 10 years of age. As a young kid, we stomped through the woods, rode horses, and all the usual kid stuff. We climbed to the top of this one particularly large Maple tree at the center of the property. It sits on top on a hill, and sitting in its limbs affords a great view of the place. It sits in a great place, and each fall, as the colors of the leaves turn, its blaze orange leaves signal that its time to hunt. Every season, I spend at least a day or two in the shadow of its branches, or in view of its awesome fall colors. Asa kid, I’ve camped under it. this old Maple tree, its the epicenter of a piece of ground I’ve found recreation on most of my life.

Today, as we drove around, that old tree, with its trunk pushing 5 feet in diameter, caught my eye. Something was different. I parked the truck, and walked to it. As I approached, my heart sank. Half of that majestic old maple layed on the ground. The trunk is divided into 3 massive sections about 10 ft up. At that point, one section was snapped off, and crashed to the ground. It was within the last few days, as the leaves were still green.Obviously a victom of the many recent thunderstorms, and trunk rot.  At the point it gave way, there is a hole going down into the trunk, a sure sign that while much of it still stands watch over the property, the end is near.

Next time I go up there, I am going to cut a few sections of the fallen limbs. My hope is to someday make a bow  from its remains.

Interestingly, where the limb snapped off, it created a flat spot perfect to stand on, and watch the deer trails that run beneath it.
I’ll be in that old tree opening Bow Season.

Spending some time with a dying friend.

How many of us have some sort of hobby, or recreational pasttime in our lives that we love? I’ll be most of us. It can bet really anything that you enjoy, finding it relaxing, or stimulating.  Golf, camping, fishing, hunting, archery, flying, diving,musical instruments, the list is long. I’ll bet as you discovered your favorite, you had some help along the way from someone who has done it longer. They may have been a co-worker, neighbor, relative or casual aquaintance. They may have offered guidance, or helped develop certain skills, or kept you from getting yourself killed in the learning process. Think of where you would be had you not had their help, or their generous sharing of knowlege along the way.

For me, its hunting with a bow. Particularly, hunting whitetail deer with a longbow. Just to make certain its as tough a challenge as I can pursue. Along with that, obviously, is archery.  Over the years these activities are responsible for keeping me relatively sane, allowed me to meet some of the finest folks you can muster. Folks who give freely of themselves, and their knowlege, and ask nothing in return. 

I began to realize back then, that it only seemed right to give a little back to the pasttime that has given me so much enjoyment over the years. I got involved teaching bowhunter education, the International Bowhunter Eduation Program.

Ten years ago, I and a bunch of bowhunter friends started a youth summer camp that takes a bunch of kids in the 10-15 yrs old range and run them through the Michigan Hunter Safety Program, along with the IBEP program.  Thus, Camp Wilderness was born.  As as non-profit organization, we struggled with funding, but managed to scratch out a top notch program that the kids really loved. They learn all the usual safety stuff, along with what it takes to be a responsible and ethical hunter. Throw in all the usual summer camp activities, swimming, fishing, shooting , archery, crafts etc and you have a weekend packed full of fun for kids and staff alike.

An all volunteer staff, every year most of the same faces come back to give freely of their time, and talents. Every year a few new faces join our family. And family is what it is. Its like a reunion as we set up, and over the years we have seen each others kids grow, and our hair get a little thinner, or a little grey.  But regardless, the enjoyment of sharing a lifetime of knowlege with 50 eager youngsters is always a highlight of my summer. Seeing these kids shoot a bow for the first time, or topping their best score on the Airgun range will never fail to put a smile on my face.  For this one weekend, we cast aside the day to day grind of work, ignore the politics, get away from TV’s, and computers, and out of the concrete jungle.  We get to spend it with 50 kids who want nothing else but to learn to be a safe, responsible and successful hunter.

This is paying it forward, pure and simple. It is our hope that one day, these kids will remember the help they got, and some of them will feel that desire to give a little back.  It’s hard to believe how fast 10 years have gone. It seems but a blink.  My youngest son will be attending this year, and he wasnt born yet when we ran our first Camp.

So, if you have something that you really love to do, don’t forget there is probably a youngster somewhere who is interested as well. Take the time, and give a little of yourself back. The rewards you will recieve are priceless.

The truck hits the road in the morning. I think I’m as excited as my son.

 

 

 

OPEC sells oil for $136.00 a barrel.

OPEC nations buy U.S. grain at $7.00 a bushel.

Solution: Sell grain for $136.00 a bushel.

Can’t buy it?  Tough!   Eat your oil!

Ought to go well with a nice thick grilled filet of camel ass.

Class Clown

George Carlin died today. He was one funny SOB. Carlin defines political INCORRECTNESS. He can see right through the BS of life, and make a good joke out of it.  There were 3 comedians I grew up laughing my ass off listening to- Richard Pryor, George Carlin and Sam Kinneson. They are all gone now. But their humor lives on. In memory of George, heres a few clips. They’re classic Carlin, so if you are the type to get your panties in a knot over his language, I suggest you go watch Oprah or Dr. Phil.

The first time I heard George was his Class Clown album in 1972. A true  classic. Another was Toledo Window Box. My ribs ache every time I hear that one. 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Benefit4Kids

There are  many things on this walk through life one can choose to do to help leave their footprint on something worthwhile. I am one who has been blessed in life with good health, a loving family, a good career and several receational pastimes that help me unwind and recharge my batteries.

Those who know me know well my passion for the outdoors, for hunting and fishing, archery, camping and getting out of the concrete hell for a little down time. Out of that love came my desire to give a little back. It started out getting involved with a summer camp for youngsters where we taught Hunter Safety and Bowhunter education. From there things kind of grew legs, and brought me along on a wonderful ride.

In 1999, I and a group of friends put together Camp Wilderness, as mentioned previously. In getting it started, we were helped along the way by another non-profit organization called Benefit4KIds. We began helping each other out, with various fundraising activities etc., and a relationship developed.

Benefit4KIds is a non-profit charitable organization that truly does a lot of special things for kids. It started when its founder , Steve Pray, and his wife lost their teenage daughter  Amy tragically at the age of 15. In her memory, B4K was started to help get other kids involved in the outdoors. They started by raising a few bucks to help out several youth outdoor programs, Camp Wilderness being one of them. So, me a some of the Camp Wilderness staff began attending B4K events, helping out.

Today, BEnefit4Kids has grown, and expanded its role in helping kids. Through their Outdoor Wish Program,

B4K sends kids with terminal illnesses or severe life limiting diseases on Outdoor Wish trips- mainly hunts, but also really anything with an outdoors focus. This program was started when Make-A-Wish Foundation stopped sending kids on hunts due to pressure from animal rights organizations. Over the past 11 years, countless kids have realized their dream of tagging a bull elk, or whitetail buck, on down to fishing with Jimmy Houston.

This coming weekend is the Benefit4Kids Amy Pray Outdoor weekend. This is the original fundraiser, which consists of a 3D archery shoot, skeet, trap and sportingclays, along with an auction Saturday nite and a pig roast, More info is on the Benefit4Kids website.

About 5 years ago, Steve asked me to sit on the Board of Directors of Benefit4Kids, which I gladly agreed to. I have accompanied a couple of these kids on their wish hunts, an experience I would trade for nothing in the world. It has been my privilege to serve on the BOD of this fine organization for the time that I have.

But as all things change, this weekends event marks the end of my tenure on the board. Family and other commitments tell me my plate is too full. I have decided that because I cannot commit to the time I feel is required to fullfill my obligations to the extent I think is right, the time for me to step down has come. All things change, but I know B4K will continue to put smiles on a lot of kids faces. I will still be around helping out at events, but will surrender my seat on the board to a new face, with new ideas and energy to help these kids.

I say to anyone who ventures to read this blog- find something you’re passionate about, and give a little of yourself back. It will reward you beyond your dreams.  And it will help someone out who probably really needs it.

 

Thank you Benefit4Kids for what you do, what you are, and for the privilege to help guide your path for but a few years. May God always bless the kids you help, and those who help them. Its been an honor and a privilege. Godspeed.

www.benefitr4Kids.org 

 I had a little piece of paper in the mailbox when I got home from work this morning,you know, the ones the mail carrier leaves when you have a package to pick up. Finally, my wait was nearly over. For I have anticipated this particular package for nearly a year. Good things come to those who wait. And wait I did.

I sped towards the post office, and there behind the counter was one long skinny box. Now what are the odds that there would be something else in that box, or that it was addressed to someone else? In this case, those odds are poor.

The lady at the counter seemed surprised when I pointed to the box and told her I was here to pick that box up. She asked ” New Bow”? How could she know? She deducted it was too long to be arrows, to heavy to be a fishing pole. ( I think they are noticing a certain pattern with my packages lol)

I answered to the affirmative, signed the papers, and was on my smiling way. I covered the 5 mile drive home in record time.  I got home, and unwrapped it from its box, and as my wife watched, slowly slipped it out of its sock. Soon enough the quilted maple limbs with antler tip overlays came into view. Then the expertly crafted riser, with the Arrow Inlay . WOW, what a shine! The gloss finish gave  the quilted maple limbs a glowing shine. I looked over every inch of my new prize.

Like a kid at Christmas, I hurried to string it up, gathered a few arrows and my glove and was out the back door. I nocked one up, and wrapped my hand around the black leather grip, while my fingers found the string. I pulled back,feeling the tension of the limbs pull against my shoulder and back muscles. I  picked a spot on my target,and as my finger touched the corner of my mouth, the string slipped from my grip and  the first arrow was on its way- right where I was looking.

I have wanted one of these Thunderstick Arrow Inlay bows for a long time, and now I knew the wait was worth it. There is only one way to get one of these finely crafted custom longbows. Jim Reynolds, owner and bowyer of Thunderstick Archery, crafts only a very few of this particular model each year. Jim’s bows are well known in traditional archery circles as finely crafted, fine shooting longbows. This one, known as the Arrow Inlay bow, is special. You cannot call Jim and order one. HE builds a couple of them each year to donate to fundraisers, either for bowhunting organizations, or charitable organizations. In this case, Benefit4Kids.

B4K is a non profit charity that works with terminally ill and life limited kids to grant outdoor wishes. Hunts, fishing trips, etc. Jim donates one of these bows for the fundraiser auction for B4K each year, and his generosity has helped many dying kids realize their Outdoor wish. Lets leave it to say the bidding on these bows goes up fast, and if you want one, prepare to dig deep. It took me several years to finally prevail in the bidding war, and then the wait while my name was added to the build list. Jim crafts his bows one at a time, and demand has it that the wait is about a year from the time you place an order until it gets built.

The craftsmanship that Jim Reynolds puts in to these is remarkable. But even more remarkable is the generosity of the man, who donates his time and talent to build these to donate for fundraisers for a few very worthy organizations.Thank you to Jim Reynolds and Thunderstick Archery for the support of Benefit4Kids, and for such an awesome bow.

If you want to learn more about how to help Benefit4Kids, go to www.benefit4kids.org

If you want to learn more about Thunderstick Archery, go to http://www.thunderstickbows.com/

For a traditional archery nut like myself, today was a holiday. If you need me, I’ll be out back shooting my new stick. So, don’t need me!

 

 

The following article struck an interesting chord with me as I read it. It is from the website of the Future of Freedom Foundation. I’ll tip you off ahead of time, this is a longer than normal read, and then I will post my comments and observations afterwards. I did add some highlights of certain statements which particularly caught my attention.

The Nightmare of the New Deal, Part 1
by George C. Leef, <!– put date below, before tag –>Posted March 31, 2008

 Part 1 | Part 2  

The Forgotten Man: A New History of the Great Depression by Amity Shlaes (HarperCollins, 2007); 464 pages.

If you ask a random sample of Americans who know (or think they know) something about U.S. history to discuss the twin subjects of the Great Depression and the New Deal, most will say something like this: “The Depression hit the country because capitalism has a tendency to sometimes collapse, but luckily Roosevelt was elected and his brilliant New Deal policies got the economy moving again.”

That view is not just mistaken — it’s a key component of the statist mythology in America. So long as people think that they need a strong, interventionist government to protect them from the instability of capitalism, libertarianism will have a very hard time making any headway. People want prosperity. If they believe that big government is necessary for it, big government they will have.

With her new book, The Forgotten Man, Amity Shlaes has dealt a shattering blow to that mythology. Her lucid and highly readable book leaves the reader with the understanding that capitalism got a bum rap in the 1930s and that the New Deal, far from being brilliant, was a nightmare. Shlaes isn’t the first writer to try to set the historical record straight and undermine the fawning adulation usually given to Roosevelt, but her book may succeed more than all the others put together because it’s (a) nonacademic and (b) published by a major house. Except for die-hard statists, this book will at least cause readers to smirk next time they read that Franklin Roosevelt was one of our “great” presidents.

Shlaes begins diabolically, telling the heart-wrenching story of a young teenager who killed himself so that the rest of his impoverished family might have a little more to eat. Naturally, the reader starts to think, “That miserable bum Hoover — why didn’t he do something to improve conditions in the country?!” Then Shlaes springs the surprise: the event actually took place in late 1937, after Roosevelt had been president for nearly five years. The little-known truth (although painfully evident at the time) is that economic conditions had improved only slightly during Roosevelt’s first term and took a nosedive in the latter half of 1937, giving the nation a depression within a depression. While the United States had suffered through recessions in the past (always, Murray Rothbard has shown, owing to monetary bungling by the government), not one had lasted more than two years. Instead of hastening the normal recovery, the efforts of Hoover and Roosevelt had managed only to deepen and lengthen the misery while transforming the nation in terrible ways.

In the United States of 1929, the federal government played a very small role, employed very few people, and spent very little money. Most important, very few Americans looked to Washington, D.C., to solve “social problems.” Three years of interventionist policies under Hoover — Shlaes makes it clear that Hoover was anything but the dogmatic laissez-faire advocate he is usually said to have been — and five more under Roosevelt had turned America into a country where a nearly omnipotent government was everywhere, controlled by people who admired Stalin and Mussolini as models of forward-looking leaders. It was as if a person with a cold took a medicine that turned the cold into pneumonia and it brought on dementia as well.

As an aside, one can’t help wondering what the United States would be like today if, instead of turning to coercive, statist “remedies” for the Depression, Americans had drawn the correct conclusions and turned away from the bad policies they already had, especially high tariffs and central banking. America would be a much freer and more prosperous country today but for the intellectual blunders of the 1930s. Although Shlaes doesn’t indulge in any libertarian daydreaming, she does a good job of exposing those intellectual blunders.
The bad guys

Shlaes’s narrative is driven along by an odd cast of characters. In fact, if there weren’t proof that these people really were as described, you might be inclined to say, “Naw — gotta be made up.” Mostly the book centers on the bad guys. They were all true believers in the notion that the time had come to remake American society along “progressive” lines — which is to say, replacing individual liberty and private property with central planning and bureaucratic control. Early on, we are introduced to the leftist pilgrims who went to visit the Soviet Union in 1927 and fell for communism like a teenage boy who falls for the first girl who kisses him. Among them was Columbia University economist Rexford G. Tugwell, who would later become one of Roosevelt’s closest advisors. He wrote that in contrast to the moribund America, the Soviet Union was “a stirring new life hardly yet come to birth.” These people were intellectuals infatuated with the glittering prospect of social perfection brought about by the firm but kindly hand of the state.

The main bad-guy role goes to Roosevelt himself, of course. Other writers have previously punctured the myth that he was a visionary mental giant who fortunately was on hand to lead the country in its time of despair. Shlaes reinforces the image of Roosevelt as merely a clever, conniving politician with one big asset, namely his great radio persona. Once he had sweet-talked his way into the White House — not a difficult task given that Herbert Hoover was a sourpuss political dud — his approach to policy was utterly clueless. He told the voters that he would be an experimenter in the 1932 campaign, but in office his experimenting was much like that of a child who is let loose in a chemistry lab and who thinks, ”Wouldn’t it be cool to try mixing some of this and some of this and see what happens?” Roosevelt and his subordinates tinkered and tampered constantly with the liberty and property of Americans. The federal budget grew and grew and regulations on business mushroomed, but the economy remained in the doldrums. It never dawned on the New Dealers that coercion is counterproductive.

Another group of bad guys is Roosevelt’s political cronies. A hallmark of modern politics in America is the use of cronies to shape public opinion by creating good news where there really isn’t any and pinning the blame for bad news on scapegoats. Those tactics were perfected in Roosevelt’s first term. Shlaes points out, for example, that the federal government hired lots of artists whose job it became to do everything they could to extol the New Deal. The Federal Theater Project, for example, dramatized the evils of electric power companies and suggested that governmental ownership along Tennessee Valley Authority lines would be the people’s salvation. And photographers were paid to seek out scenes that would cast a favorable light on the New Deal. Bill Clinton didn’t invent the “continuing campaign” — Roosevelt did.

More of the bad guys in the book are Roosevelt’s henchmen who eagerly bad-mouthed and even prosecuted his opponents for spite and political advantage. The two most famous targets of Roosevelt’s attack dogs were Andrew Mellon, the wealthy former secretary of the treasury, and Samuel Insull, who had made a fortune by supplying electricity to Chicago — and lost almost everything following the stock-market crash. Income-tax charges were filed against both men, not because they had committed any clear violation of the difficult-to-understand IRS code (yes, even then: Shlaes includes a copy of a letter from Roosevelt himself to the IRS commissioner explaining that he couldn’t figure out how to calculate his own taxes), but just because the prosecutions helped inflame public opinion against those “economic royalists,” as Roosevelt liked to characterize people who had earned a lot of money.

The Nightmare of the New Deal, Part 2
by George C. Leef, <!– put date below, before

 

tag –>Posted April 2, 2008

 

 

 

Part 1 | Part 2

 

The Forgotten Man: A New History of the Great Depression by Amity Shlaes (HarperCollins, 2007); 464 pages.

Who were the good guys? They were people who fought against the collectivization favored by Roosevelt and his “brain trust.”

Shlaes devotes a full chapter to the Schechter brothers. The Schechters were the defendants in the most important legal case during Roosevelt’s first term. They ran a kosher poultry butchering business in Brooklyn and were put on trial for criminal offenses against regulations enforced by the National Recovery Administration. Shlaes has dug deep into the case and her reporting is filled with illuminating details — details that students who read the case in constitutional law classes don’t get. For one thing, the NRA rules forbade customers to select individual chickens they wanted, demanding that customers select a coop of birds for killing, but not individual birds. Both Jewish tradition and common-sense business practices had to be abandoned to conform to the authoritarian regulations of “The Blue Eagle” — the symbol of the NRA. When the Schechter brothers continued to operate as they had for years, the government agents, who had been hounding them for weeks, were only too happy to pounce with indictments.

Not only did the NRA regulations conflict with Jewish practice, but, Shlaes writes,

The NRA code did not make sense. The clash came in several areas. The first was prices. The code forbade setting prices too low, in part to combat a general “low price problem” — deflation. But one could not drive up prices generally by ordering a specific business to charge more. Nevertheless, the Schechters (and many other small businesses across America) were prosecuted for charging too little for their products.

The coverage of the case in the leftist media was repugnant and tinged with anti-Semitism. Writers such as Drew Pearson cheered on the government, which, after all, stood for enlightened social regulation for the common good, and sneered at the “grubby” Jewish defendants and their lawyer. The trial court found the Schechters guilty, imposing a fine that would have taken them many years to pay and sentencing them to jail terms lasting up to three months. They hadn’t hurt anyone (despite sensational statements that they had sold diseased chickens, a charge shown to be untrue), and yet were looking at a ruinous penalty and criminal records merely for doing business as they always had. That was the crucial way in which America had changed: it was now easy to get into trouble over nothing.

When the Supreme Court heard the case on May 2, 1935, the government’s lawyer argued that upholding the law was essential to fighting the Depression and that the justices shouldn’t bother about individual freedom, which was merely “the liberty to starve.” Joseph Heller, who had been counsel for the Schechters all along, argued that Congress had exceeded its powers, since his clients’ business did not involve interstate commerce. Frederick Wood, a lawyer with one of the prominent Wall Street firms, contended that the increase in government power was dangerous and illegal. Shlaes writes, “He argued that it might be all right to go the way of Mussolini or Hitler, but a constitutional amendment was necessary for that, not merely an act of Congress.”

The Court’s decision was quickly reached and announced on May 27. The NRA was unanimously declared to be unconstitutional. Roosevelt grumbled that the Supreme Court was stuck in “the horse-and-buggy age,” but the stock market staged its biggest rally since 1930.
The 1940 election

Another critic of the New Deal who figures prominently in the history is Wendell Willkie. Willkie is best known as Roosevelt’s Republican opponent in the election of 1940, but few people know much about his background. He had been an old-line Democrat (generally favoring free trade and minimal government) who was a top executive in the utility company Commonwealth and Southern. What soured him on Roosevelt was the way he and his minions went after private enterprise and especially the utilities. Roosevelt never came right out and said so, but it became clear that his socialistic underlings envisioned an America with nothing but governmentally owned electric companies. The Tennessee Valley Authority was just the opening salvo in a war, Willkie understood. He was determined not to see the investments of his shareholders destroyed, and gradually became more and more of an outspoken critic of the New Deal.

Shlaes recounts a radio debate Willkie had with one of Roosevelt’s lawyers, Robert Jackson, later named to the Supreme Court. Willkie had come to see that, as Shlaes writes, “while Roosevelt might call himself a liberal, the inexorable New Deal emphasis on the group over the individual was not liberal in the classic sense.” Well prepared to counter Jackson’s claim that the Depression was lingering because of a “strike by capital” — an instance of the blame-shifting that Roosevelt and his team liked to engage in — Willkie pointed out that the New Deal had created enormous uncertainty for business and investors. If there was “idle money” in the country, the reason was to be found in the hostility the administration constantly exhibited toward business.

The response to the debate greatly bothered “the brain trust.” Raymond Moley wrote that Willkie had utterly outclassed Jackson. Because of his willingness to stick his neck out and criticize New Deal policies, Willkie was noticed by some Republicans and was talked into allowing his name to be placed in nomination at the 1940 convention. He won out over experienced politicians such as Thomas Dewey but was defeated in the general election by Roosevelt’s superior political gamesmanship and the coalition of special-interest groups he had put together to secure his win in 1936.

All in all, Shlaes must be commended for giving an accurate account of the Depression years that completely refutes the conventional wisdom about that period. I have only a few quibbles with the book.

First, she speaks favorably of the Civilian Conservation Corps, many of whose projects can still be found throughout the country. Sure, CCC workers built some nice things, but the program was just another in the procession of unconstitutional “experiments” that took resources away from the private sector and put them to federal use. The fact that some CCC projects weren’t complete boondoggles should not cause us to praise it.

Second, I wish that Shlaes had spent a little more time on the causes of the 1929 crash and especially the banking panic in 1930. She leads the reader to understand that the failure of the Bank of the United States had a cataclysmic effect on the banking system but doesn’t clearly explain precisely how the bank collapsed and why it had such widespread repercussions. Some discussion of fractional-reserve banking and America’s banking laws that prevented interstate branch banking would have clarified a point that’s a crucial part of the case that government intervention was the real culprit.

Third, the book has no footnotes. Instead, there is a section of “bibliographic notes” at the end. I think that specific references at specific points in the text are more valuable to the reader than just having a few paragraphs that mention each chapter’s sources.

A few minor blemishes such as those don’t detract much from this very significant book. I recommend reading it and then buying copies for friends and relatives who might be won over to the side of liberty if they knew that the Depression was nothing but governmental bungling piled high.

 

 

I suspect many of you right minded readers of this particular blog will see the parallel of the Roosevelt power grab to that of the current Democratic party. I will not bother to differ between Obama and Clinton, as there is no substantial differences between them politically.

It is quite evident that the Great Depression was the result of a government grab of financial power over free enterprise. We are at that very crossroad once again as government is trying to take over our health care industry, and also the oil industry. With government control over both of these, we would certainly be enslaved to a government that would control our ability to travel, work and heat our homes. Couple that with control over who recieves health care and at what level, and  we are no longer a free nation.  But are we blind enough to go along???

Roosevelt was able to sweep into town after Hoover, in a fashion similar to the current situation with Bush. The leftist media has spewed total negativity at Bush since day one, creating the current atmoshere ofcontempt, and paving the way for sweeping takeover by the left of our freedoms.

Shall we allow govt.  to take over our health care, energy, and auto industries?  More wealth re-distribution will be the plan of the day. We have allowed our govt to run countless programs that enslave our people, and continue to do so. They have destroyed our educational system,  and npw our basic moral fiber is tattered. First we allowed abortion to become the govt approved form of birth control, and now gay marriage is permeating our land. We have allowed our Bill of Rights to be destroyed. Freedom of Religion? Freedom of Speech? Sure, as long as its government approved. You may not agree with someones particular form of religion, but as long as the govt doesnt like it, its in big trouble. Right to Bear Arms? That one wont last much longer if we put an Obama in the White House.

This is our history. Its sure on the fast track to repeat itself.

 

 

 

 

 

 

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