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The small people never resigned themselves to explaining scarcity and high prices simply by the weather. They knew that tithe owners and manorial lords who collected dues in kind had considerable stores of grain, which they withheld from sale while waiting calmly for higher prices. Even more bitterly they blamed the dealers in grain--the small merchants who went from one market to another, the millers and bakers to whom trade in grain was forbidden but who engaged in it fraudulently. All were suspected for withholding, or hoarding, to precipitate or encourage a price increase. There was the same suspicion of purchases made by the government and local authorities, who were thought to make a profit either for their budgets or for their own pockets. Louis XV, for having entrusted a business concern with the task of creating grain reserves for Paris, was accused of lining his own treasury at the expense of the peoples' food; there were few who disbelieved in this "famine plot". Necker was likewise attacked for having an understanding with the millers who ground the imported grains, and who, so it was rumored, dishonestly re-exported it in the form of flour. Freedom of the grain trade looked like a blank check given to those who grew wealthy on the hardships of the poor; and it is clear that, if the reasoning of the economists was correct, the resulting progress nevertheless benefited landowners and business interests, while the ordinary people, at least momentarily, bore the burden. The economists judged that the misfortune was the will of Providence, and frankly declared that social progress could come only if the poor were willing to make sacrifices. The people thought, and sometimes said, that they ought to be able to live by their work, and that the price of bread should be proportionate to their wages; if the government gave a free hand to business and property, in the name of the general interest, then it shuld also take measures to assure the right of everyone to a living, by taking from the rich the wherewithal to subsidize bakers or sell grain at a loss. But the method considered obviously the simplest by the small people was to return to the old regulation, apply it with rigor and not recoil from a system of requisition and price control.

The Coming of the French Revolution, Georges Lefebvre, first published under the title Quatre-vingt-neuf, in 1939 under the auspices of the Institute for the History of the French Revolution, University of Paris, in conjunction with the National Committee for the Celebration of the 150th Anniversary of the French Revolution. Translated with a new preface by R.R. Palmer, Princeton University Press, Bicentennial Edition 1989.
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#22
Chapter VI: Cactus Country

Rudy Hale and his wife lived alone back of thier little store fifty miles east of Yuma, and there was no one else for miles. Three steps from their door and you were ankle deep in bare sand. The Hales caught live rattlesnakes for a living. To me that would be ten thousand times worse than death. But they enjoyed it.
The Arizona sands are filthy with rattlers. Rudy and his wife worked the desert for snakes as a farmer works his land for crops. Rattlers built them a place to live, rattlers kept them in food and clothing, rattlers provided the start for their little gas and grocery business. They loved rattlers.
Rudy Hale was born in Illinois of German parentage, and he still had an accent. He was brought up with the idea of being a surgeon. A relative sent him to school abroad and he studied medicine in Austria for years. When the relative died, his schooling stopped and his life turned.
He wound up in California, where he worked for twenty years as a master mechanic. Then carbon monoxide laid him out and he went to the Arizona desert for his health. It was after two years there that the Hales came right up against it and had to turn to snakes for a living.
They started out by advertising in a San Diego paper. Before they knew it they were swamped with orders. They sold snakes to zoos all over the country, to private collectors, to medical centers for serum, to state reptile farms, to the Mayo brothers. "They say there aren't any snakes in Ireland," said Mrs. Hale, "But I know there are, because we've shipped snakes to Ireland."
They didn't even use forked sticks to catch snakes--just picked them up with bare hands and put them in a box slung over the shoulder. They usually hunted snakes for an hour after daylight and an hour before dark. In eight years they had caught approximately twenty thousand rattlers. Rudy had caught as many as fifty sidewinders in one hour's hunting. They had the desert cleaned almost bare of snakes for twenty miles around.
There are twelve species of rattlers in that part of Arizona. The sidewinder is the most deadly, and the Hales specialized in sidewinders. They used to get fifty cents a piece for them. "I just wish I could get fifty cents again," Rudy said. "They're down to twenty cents now." The most he ever got for a snake was seven dollars; that was a rare Black Mountain rattler. He said the huge snakes didn't bring as much as the medium-sized ones. They were harder to keep in captivity, and zoos didn't want them.
Hale had caught rattlers as big around as his leg. He had caught them so big they'd overpower him and pull his arms together, and he'd have to throw them away from him and then pick them up and try again. "I'm careful not to hurt a snake," he said. "Any snake I ship is a good healthy snake."

"Home Country" by Ernie Pyle
Copyright 1935, 1936, 1937, 1938, 1940, by Scripps-Howard Newspaper Alliance; Copyright, 1947, By William Sloane Associates, Inc. https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Home_Country_(book)
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Glad to see this back on the front page. I promise to add something tomorrow but tonight I'm posting in between painting cabinets. Wink
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"Are you the new boss now?"
Maybe. If Dino has really lost it. Which you said first, by the way. Everyone heard you.
"I meant no disrespect. But this is a very big step. We better be sure we know what we are doing. Otherwise it is a betrayal. The worst kind, He will kill us all."
"Time to choose up sides," the right-hand man said.
"Time for us all to place our bets. It's either Viking rituals or it's some out-of-towner's takeover bid. Which will kill us faster than Dino could anyway."
The guy didn't speak for ten long seconds.
Then he said, "What should we do first?"
"Put the fire out. Haul the wreck to the crusher. Then start asking around. Two cars drove in. One was a big shiny Lincoln. Someone will remember the other one. We will find it, and find the guy who was in it, and we will make him tell us who he is working for."

At that moment Reacher was four streets away, in the front parlor of a battered row house owned by a musician named Frank Barton. Barton was Abby's friend in the east of the city. Also present in the house was Barton's lodger, a man named Joe Hogan, once a U.S. Marine, now also a musician. A drummer to be exact. .........................
The white Toyota was parked on the street, outside the window.
Barton said, "This is crazy, man. I know those guys. I play the clubs over there. They never forget. Abby can't go back there, ever again."
"Unless I find Trulenko," Reacher said.
"How will that help?"
"I think a defeat of that magnitude would change things a little."
"How?"
Reacher didn't answer.
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Author, Lee Child, "Blue Moon", A Jack Reacher Novel, 2019. 356 pages.

I just finished reading this book. It is Lee Child's most recent release. Some of his books have been made into action movies. Jack Reacher is his primary character.
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(11-22-2019, 11:57 PM)Fritzy Ritz Wrote: Glad to see this back on the front page. I promise to add something tomorrow but tonight I'm posting in between painting cabinets.  Wink

I am not yet considering whether the total result of such ambivalent victories is a good thing or a bad. I am only making clear what Man's conquest of Nature really means and especially that final stage in the conquest, which, perhaps, is not far off. The final stage is come when man, by eugenics, by pre-natal conditioning, and by an education and propaganda based on a perfect applied psychology, has obtained full control over himself. Human nature will be the last part of Nature to surrender to Man. The battle will then be won. We shall have 'taken the thread of life out of the hand of Clotho' and be henceforth free to make our species whatever we wish it to be. The battle will indeed be won. But who, precisely, will have won it?

The Abolition of Man, C.S. Lewis, 1947
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Armstrong knocked down another incoming missile. But the next one was even more critical, seeing as how it was headed directly for their bunker. Everyone held their breath. "Isaac," said Armstrong, "maybe you should handle this one."
"No," he said, "you're doing just fine, Colonel." "Got it!" Jeremy cried. "Six for six. Isaac, are we a team or what?"
Arrow was proving its mettle. Barak had not yet needed his MIRACL backup system. But the trouble was, missles just kept coming towards Israel. Barak and Armstrong were successful at knocking down the first six, but the seventh eluded the Arrow.
It was headed for the Galilee region of northern Israel. Barak zeroed in on it with the MIRACL system.

"3,2,1--it missed!" he shouted. There wasn't time for another attempt by either Arrow or MIRACL systems. "I think it's the Tiberias area," said Barak near tears.

Hal Lindsey, Blood Moon, 1996
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POLICE HAMPERED IN ARCTIC MANHUNT
        BY INTENSE COLD
            Fugitive May Make Good Escape
         Into Yukon Mountains

   AKLAVIK, Jan. 21-- Bitterly cold weather is hampering activities of the R.C.M.P. patrol searching for Albert Johnson, demented Rat Creek trapper, who wounded Constable King and later withstood a police posse in a 15-hour gun battle.
   On Friday morning the official government thermometer at the radio station here sank to 48 below. In this paralyzing cold activities of policemen and dogs are naturally limited.
   Johnson's bombed cabin is 80 miles from Aklavik on the banks of the Rat River, and it is thought likely that the temperature may have dropped lower there.

Trapper, Thomas York, 1981
page 236
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Glad to see this thread back. Okay, here's my contribution for today:

Adrenochrome is a chemical compound produced by the oxidation of adrenaline. Blood addicts extract adrenochrome through torture and blood-letting. The psychological torture produced the chemical in the victim's bloodstream that, when ingested, produces a feeling of intense euphoria and power. It becomes highly addictive and bonds the user's brain receptors to a new threshold. They become an addict. This is what the Aztec were doing with their rituals. In school, they told us sacrifices were performed to help crops grow. The Aztecs were doing it to get high. Not all bloodletting ritual was sacrificial. It was common practice, even for children.

p. 23, Blueprints of Mind Control by James True ©2019 (His book is dedicated to Liz Crokin and Milton William Cooper)
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IV. Mahomet and the Rise of Islam

At the time when St. Gregory, still laboriously striving to protect his people from the barbarian Lombards, was finding the great consolation of his life in the first successes of the mission in England, a new power was preparing that was to show itself, within fifty years, the greatest scourge the Church had yet known--the religion of Mahomet, Islam. Not for the net generation merely, but for the next thousand years it was to be an ever present menace, a factor which would influence every aspect of Catholic development and life.

The scene of the new world-religion's origin was the peninsula of Arabia, a curiously neglected no-man's land where the Roman and Persian empires fought through tributary kingdoms and "spheres of influence." The centre was desert and the bulk of its inhabitants warlike nomad tribes, whose chief source of living was pillage of the caravans that came and went, continually, en route from Egypt and the west to Persia and India. along the coast there were towns and a settled traders' civilisation, to the south an organised Arab state. The religion of these tribes was polytheistic, and of all of the sanctuaries the most famous was at Mecca, the chief of the trading cities and the centre of an annual religious festival to which the Arabs came from the whole peninsula. Here was worshipped, with bloody sacrifices, a smooth black stone--the Kaaba. It was a brutal and degrading cult. It was not, however, the only religion known to the Arabs. In all the cities there were Jewish colonies, and the vassal states to the north had many Christians among their subjects. The southern kingdom was for a hundred and fifty years a battle ground between Jewish and Christian influences, and the kings were now Jewish, now Christian, in belief. Along the Persian Gulf there were five bishoprics. Few of these Christians were, however, Catholics. They were mostly exiles, either by compulsion or choice, from the Roman laws against heresy and religious dissent, and they brought to Arabia the fundamentally impaired Christianity of Nestorianism or Monophysitism, according to which Christ our Lord was not really divine or not really human.

A further source of the Arabs' knowledge of Christian ideas was the professional story-tellers who wandered from place to place, charming their audience with, for example, picturesque and detailed descriptions of Paradise and Hell. But, of the Christians themselves, it was the solitary ascetics of the desert who most influenced the Arabs--the hermits and the strange figures of the column-dwelling saints of whom St. Simon Stylites may serve as the type. There are many traces in Arab poetry of the admiration these feats of austerity and self-forgetfulness aroused, admiration, too, of the ideals and beliefs which formed such heroes.

The Arabia of Mahomet was the vast central region whre the native Paganism dominated. It was strongly "nationalist" for it had never known foreign domination. On the other hand it had never known unity, for the tribes were continually at war, and in the cities the rivalry of the clans brought about a like continual unrest.

Mahomet was born at Mecca, about 570-580, and educated by his uncle, a wealthy trader and personage of importance in the life of his clan. The nephew followed the family career and his journeyings took him to the west and to Christian Syria. He was already far removed from the primitive Arab cult, when, about 610, he announced to his family the vision that called him to be the herald of Allah--the supreme God of his native religion, too long overshadowed by the goddesses worshipped conjointly with him. Mahomet was now one of the many "Hanifs"--Arabs who in their search for a purer religion had evolved a belief that there is but one God, who refused to worship the Kaaba, had a certain knowledge of the Jewish scriptures, and practised the beginnings of a religious morality. It was Mahomet's first innovation that he was a Hanif who aimed at converting others.

His first teaching was very simple. There is only one God, and Mahomet is his prophet. God will one day judge all men, and according to their conduct will reward or punish them everlastingly. A ritual of prayer and ablutions is prescribed, honest dealing and almsgiving are recommended. More significantly still the wickedness of the clan which dominates Mecca--its commercial dishonesty, its oppression of the poor--is strongly denounced.

A History of the Church, Philip Hughes, Volume Two - The Church and the World the Church Created, London, Sheed & Ward, 1935 p. 129-30
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It is not only the regularity of the annual reappearance that has given the swallow its symbolic character; this is also supported by a mistaken belief, which lasted for centuries, that, as Aristotle and the Ancients claimed, the swallows of the northern countries bury themselves in the winter in piles of leaves or in the crumbling wood of hollow trees, or even in the silt of rivers, whence they emerge in spring as from a tomb (9). Painstaking research by eighteenth-century naturalists caused these notions to be placed in the category of fables (10). But all in all, it is easily comprehensible that the former Christian symbolists made use of the swallow since an early period to depict the triumph of the Redeemer at Easter. A very ancient Armenian legend tells that on Good Friday evening, all the swallows of Judea and Galilee gather around Jesus' tomb, and as Easter dawns they fly swiftly away in pairs to all countries of the world to carry the startling news: "The Lord is risen indeed: alleluia(11)! Today, the swallow still enacts the role of the herald of Christ's rebirth; and in several ports of France, the country folk consider it a favorable sign if they see the newly-arrived birds between the two triumphal feasts of Palm Sunday and Easter.

(9) Olaus Magnus, Histoire des Nations Septentrionales. Cf. Les Oeuvres completes de Buffon, 1835, T. IX, III, p.25
(10) See Buffon, Histoire naturelle, 1769, T. XXI, pp. 236 and 271
(11) Roman Catholic Breviary, Office of Easter matins

The Bestiary of Christ, Louis Charbonneau-Lassay, 1940, Translated & Abridged by D.M. Dooling, Parabola Books, 1991
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