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White Southerners certainly weren’t states’ rights doctrinaires. They were perfectly fine with an aggressive federal government if it worked to preserve slavery. They had no objection when Congress passed the Fugitive Slave Act of 1850, requiring free states to aid in the return of runaway slaves — overriding many of those states’ own laws. When South Carolina issued its secession ordinance in 1860, it even complained that Northern states had passed laws nullifying the Fugitive Slave Act; complained, in other words, that Northern states were refusing to obey the federal government! It was only when the federal government threatened the institution of slavery that the Southern elite invoked states’ rights.
—  William Black, in this article

tx_snakewrangler Every once in awhile I try to get my bigger snakes outside for some natural sun and fresh air. I have 1.2 (1 male, 2 female) eastern indigo snakes, a federally threatened snake that occurs in Florida, Georgia, and a tiny piece of Alabama (historically, at least). My red theoated female in particular goes into double-chin, full cobra defensive mode when she gets outside, puffing up with air. She really is full of hot air though, she doesn’t bite.

Take my $1.37. I want PBS.

Take my $.46. I am all for federal funding of art programs.

Take my $.46. I love my museums, colleges, and libraries.

Take my $.11. I support developing minority businesses.

Take my $.66. I am for entrepreneurship and innovation.

Take my $1.60. I want us to export more goods overseas.

Take my $0.43. I would like to see more American manufacturing.

Take my $0.88. I think community policing needs vast improvement.

Take my $1.48. I support programs for women.

Take my $1.55. I believe in due process for all.

Take my $0.48. We need a civil rights division in the justice department.

Take my $0.38. I think we need to defend our Mother Earth.

Take my $0.03… I know more work needs to be done for climate change.

Take my $8.95. because we need more sustainable energy.

Take my $2.71. we should reduce our carbon footprint.

If saving these programs means I’m out $22.36 a year, I’m good with contributing my $.07 a day to save American jobs and these federal programs.

Numbers taken from a report in Time about what the roles of the 17 federal agencies DT has threatened and how much they cost the average taxpayer.

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Recently I posted photos that Timothy McVeigh took on a trip to Area 51 from the latest Oklahoma City bombing documentary. To go along with these, below is an excerpt from the book American Terrorist about his experience there.

On his way to Nichols’s new digs, McVeigh made a couple of side trips; he thought nothing of taking a detour of five hundred miles or more to visit a site that interested him. And his first stop was at a place that had taken on legendary status in more than one fringe community in American culture: the mysterious Area 51 military installation in Nevada. McVeigh had heard the many rumors about the site—that the military tested exotic aircraft, possibly even UFOs, at the remote outpost; that a UFO had once crashed at the site, and alien life forms had been found inside, but the incident had been kept secret. But it was more than just curiosity that drove McVeigh there. He was ready to stir up a little trouble, too.

McVeigh was outraged by reports that the federal government had posted threatening signs at the site, warning that the use of deadly force had been authorized against people who crossed a certain boundary into the installation. McVeigh wanted to test that one. He wanted to exercise his right as an American to walk on public land—and he wanted to carry a gun there.

McVeigh was eager to stand up to the rent-a-cops he had heard patrolled Area 51; as a former rent-a-cop himself, he knew that they possessed no greater right to make an arrest than the average citizen. His plan was to drive in as far as he could, and then hike up a mountain to where he could see the military base and airfield. Armed with his Ruger Mini 30, semiautomatic rifle, he was prepared to confront anyone who tried to stop him. I’m on public land, buddy, McVeigh planned to say. Back off.

After parking his Road Warrior and beginning his hike, he noticed two security guards rumbling down the road toward him in a white, unmarked jeep. McVeigh had already passed the “deadly force” sign and a sign barring photographs—which further upset him, since he had brought a camera. You can’t tell me on public land I can’t take a fuckin’ picture, he thought. No rent-a-cop can tell me that.

As the vehicle drew closer, he decided to toy with the guards. He ducked for cover behind some scrub brush in a little gully about two feet deep. The jeep rolled up beside McVeigh’s car, and the two guards, remaining inside their vehicle, looked over at the empty car. To McVeigh, they were like sitting ducks.

McVeigh lay in the gully, motionless and undetected, following his military instincts. Suddenly, McVeigh stood up and walked several steps over to the driver’s side of the jeep. His gun was pointed to the ground; he knew he could have raised the barrel and wasted the guards with a pull of the trigger. In the end, though, just knowing he had the chance was good enough for him; these guys were just rent-a-cops like he used to be—not real government workers, not his true enemies.

Instead he surprised them by saying a friendly “Hi!” Spooked, the guards drove off.

McVeigh waited until nightfall before hiking up the mountain; from the mountaintop, he was able to see the lights of the airfield. Early the next morning, at false dawn, he made a second trip up the mountain, hurrying to get a jump on the hot desert sun. He was intent on taking photos of Area 51. Shirtless and saddled with his backpack, he hiked with rifle in hand.

Halfway up, he heard the rotors of a helicopter in the distance. There was no doubt in McVeigh’s mind it was a government Black Hawk, with its distinctive fooof, foooooof, foooooooof.

McVeigh stopped, turned around, and looked at the chopper approaching in the distance. Unperturbed, he resumed his hike. The sound of the chopper blades told him that the craft was coming up close. Still, he advanced, refusing to be intimidated by the chopper as it passed overhead and swooped in low, hovering in the air thirty yards in front of him.

For an instant, he considered taking cover and shooting at the helicopter with his rifle. But he wasn’t in a combat mode, not yet. He knew the whole point of sending out a chopper was to frighten him. Most people, he knew, would have been scared out of their wits by a chopper flying that close, but McVeigh merely raised his free hand and waved to the chopper’s crew, taking a little slap at authority. The craft hovered a second longer, then pitched back and left. McVeigh hiked to the top of the hill and snapped his photographs.

Later, as he drove away from Area 51, the white jeep fell in behind his car. McVeigh was certain that the rent-a-cops were running a license-plate check on him. No matter; he had accomplished his mission, challenging the government’s authority and satisfying his curiosity in one fell swoop. He found no evidence of UFOs, but his interest in unidentified flying objects never flagged. Years later, on death row, he would watch the movie Contact six times over a two-day period, fascinated by the scientist played by Jodie Foster, who makes contact with an outer-space alien in the image of her long-dead father.

Neil rarely smiles throughout the series and it isn’t until tkm that he smiles because he’s happy rather than in a self-deprecating way

The Foxhole Court

  • “Neil, I work for the Foxes. None of you are okay. Chances are I’ve seen a lot worse than whatever it is you’re trying to hide from me.“ 
    Neil’s smile was humorless. “I hope not.”
  • He swallowed against the edges of nausea and approached the nearest trucker with a smile on his face.
    “Good morning. I’m a sociology major, working on my summer project. Can I ask where you’re headed?”
  • Andrew wasn’t smiling anymore, but Neil was. He felt it as it curved across his lips and knew it was a sick, ghastly expression. He dug his fingernails into his mouth, trying to claw the look off his face, but it was frozen in place.

The Raven King

  • Neil hadn’t realized he was smiling too, a cruel look he’d inherited from his father. Neil lowered his cup so Riko could get a better look at it. “I would love to see you try. You think I’m afraid of your knife? I’m the Butcher’s son.”
  • “You will kneel,” Tetsuji said. Neil had a feeling he was going to regret this for the rest of his very short life, but he smiled and said, “Make me.”
  • “Neil?” All the gruff posturing left Wymack’s voice; that sharp edge was all alarm. “Are you all right?” Neil smiled. It felt like it tore his face open. “No. No, I’m not. I know it’s kind of sudden, but can you come get me? I’m at the airport.”

The King’s Men

  • “You were expecting us to lose?” Dan asked.
    “No,” Neil admitted. His lips twitched, and he knew from the hard pull at his mouth that he was wearing his father’s smile. He pressed the side of his glove to his face, nearly crushing his teeth into his lips.
  • “Ninety-two percent,” Andrew said, “going on ninety-three.”
    It wasn’t funny— none of this was— but that response was so obnoxious and so typically Andrew that Neil couldn’t help but smile.
  • Andrew caught Neil’s eye and tipped his head toward the locker room. He was respecting Neil’s decision to stand alone and wouldn’t hover while Neil said his piece. Neil answered that trust with a small smile, and Andrew turned away.
  • “Are you threatening a federal agent?” Nathaniel smiled so hard his burns ached. “I wouldn’t dare. What I should have said was: can you survive my family?”
  • “You like it,” Neil said, unapologetic. “I like that you like it.”
    He bit down to prove his point and Andrew turned his head into it with a sharp hiss. Neil smiled where Andrew couldn’t see it. Maybe Andrew felt the twist of his lips against oversensitive skin, because he tangled his fingers in.
  • Better than that bright future was what he already had: a court that would always be home, a family who’d never give up on him, and Andrew, who for once hadn’t wasted their time denying that this thing between them might actually mean something to both of them. Neil hadn’t even noticed the silence at first, too distracted by his dizzying thoughts. Now he couldn’t help but smile and pull Andrew in. This was everything he wanted, everything he needed, and Neil was never letting go.

Here we see a a desert tortoise (Gopherus agassizii) hatching from its egg at the U.S. Geological Survey’s Western Ecological Research Center located in Sacramento, California.

The desert tortoise is a federally listed threatened species only found in the Mojave Desert. Young ones like the little guy pictured above are especially prone to predators like dogs and ravens, whose numbers can increase around areas of human activity and structures.

Adult tortoises can be killed by car traffic, ingesting trash, and wildfires, and are affected by loss of habitat from urban and industrial development, cutting short their potential lifespan of 100 years.

(By: K. Kristina Drake, USGS)

mathan-at-sea  asked:

Last week Kevin O'Leary boasted that (if he was PM) he is going to force Nova Scotia to allow fracking. Now I know that most folks here, myself included, wouldn't support this. But, I'm still a tad concerned. How could he possibly force a provincial government to change their laws on this? Does a Prime Minister have this kind of power?

It is a provincial responsibility to dictate whether fracking is allowed or not in the province. So technically I don’t think he could force Nova Scotia to do it.

But the Federal Government could threaten NS to comply by withholding funding such as healthcare, infrastructure, etc.

Kevin O’Leary as PM would be a frightening prospect.

Why Won’t the US Government Let Veterans Smoke Medical Marijuana?

We Americans love to send our armed forces, often recruited from black and Hispanic neighborhoods devoid of real economic opportunity, to fight in exotic foreign conflicts while we relax at home and consume things, unconcerned about the impact all that combat has on those citizens’ lives. So it should come as little surprise that the House of Representatives last Wednesday rejected an amendment to the annual bill funding veterans’ health care that would have permitted military doctors in states with medical marijuana already on the books to discuss pot treatment options with their patients.

The vote was tantalizingly close, however, with the amendment failing 222–195. In fact, 22 Republicans crossed over to join the majority of Democrats in favor of the proposal, which, according to medical studies, could help some of the millions of vets suffering from post-traumatic stress disorder (PTSD) in the aftermath of the protracted wars in Iraq and Afghanistan. The bipartisan tide of momentum for drug legalization, it seems, is reaching the highest levels of the federal government—and even threatening to rope in our sacred troops, whom we are apparently fine with risking life and limb in the desert so long as they never, ever get high.



Happy Arbor Day from Table Rocks in Oregon.

The 4,864-acre Table Rocks Management Area is cooperatively owned and administered by the BLM and natureconservancy.

The Table Rocks were designated in 1984 as an Area of Critical Environmental Concern (ACEC) to protect special plants and animal species, unique geologic and scenic values, and education opportunities. The remarkable diversity of the Table Rocks includes a spectacular spring wildflower display of over 75 species, including the dwarf wooly meadowfoam (Limnanthes floccosa ssp. pumila), which grows nowhere else on Earth but on the top of the Table Rocks. Vernal pool fairy shrimp (Branchinecta lynchi), federally listed as threatened, inhabit the seasonally formed vernal pools found on the tops of both rocks.

I chose this picture because it is a powerful image of messaging. Something that is subtle and innocent on the surface but holds a deeper meaning within ones psyche. We become conditioned to a sub culture of racial bias by those that control the media. When I urge our community to control all aspects of how the media portrays us and how they report us this is what I mean. Still confused? There is a media slant on how we are portrayed and that portrayal reinforces stereotypes and insecurities within other communities, organizations and people in general. It manifests itself on us through violence, racism and oppression throughout many different mediums. A prime example would be the Oregon Ranchers. Frustrated over what they believe is the over reach of government owning and monopolizing land, the good ranchers broke into a Federal Wildlife Preserve Lodge and commandeer it. They came armed and refused to leave until the government gave into there demands. They also stated that they were non violent but would defend themselves with force if they were to be forcibly removed. Here’s the kicker. Instead of the media reporting that an armed militia took over a Federal facility and were threatening to respond with force if they were to be forcibly removed. It is ridiculous and despicable that the media as a whole report that these Ranchers are freedom fighters, disenfranchised citizens, militia or ol country boys airing out their grievances with the government. Let it be a group of armed militant black men taking over a government facility and threatening armed conflict if they are forced to leave. Best believe the FBI wouldn’t be monitoring the situation from afar and the local sheriffs meeting, negotiating and discussing their complaints. They would have rolled in the tanks and called in an air strike. The headlines might have read- Thugs, gangsters and hood rats lay siege to small town America!! We have got to point out and scream aloud the blatant double standard that inundates the media portrayal of our community. By not doing this we live with the effects of being mischaracterized and dehumanized. Recognize that our community needs to wake up from the Matrix.


Thinking of the Sunny Alabama Shores as #blizzard2016 Storms in!

BLM manages seven small beach front tracts in Baldwin County, Alabama. All of these tracts are designated critical habitat for the Alabama beach mouse and contain primary dunes, the preferred habitat for this species. The tracts also provide nesting habitat for loggerhead sea turtles.

In fact, these beaches are one of the few areas in the U.S. that federally-threatened Loggerhead Sea Turtles use for nesting. Actually locating a sea turtle nesting spot - momma turtles like to hide and lay eggs at night - and watching eggs hatch are rare events. Volunteers regularly patrol the beaches and watch for signs of turtle nesting.

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Star Trek AU fic where no one at Starfleet Command believes any of Captain Kirk’s logbooks and when he gets back at the end of his five-year mission, he just gets chewed out for being contemptuous of his superiors, so he resigns his commission and fades into obscurity.

Then, much later, when Jim Kirk is an old man in retirement from having commanded a private spice freighter or something for most of his adult life, one of the most unbelievably ludicrous things in his logbook (like that giant space amoeba or the god Apollo) comes out of deep space and starts threatening the Federation. A young, arrogant hotshot named Jean-Luc Picard, captain of the USS Stargazer, is sent to pick-up Kirk from his retirement colony on the outskirts of known space. Picard is initially contemptuous of Kirk’s undisciplined, disrespectful “cowboy” style, but as they travel around trying to locate all of the members of Kirk’s old crew (being the only people in the Federation who have dealt with this threat before), he becomes increasingly convinced that everything in Captain Kirk’s logbook is actually 100% true.

“I’m a libertarian but I think that the confederates were bad guys for not wanting to give up their own private property when threatened with federal force!”

See this is why I don’t call myself a libertarian anymore, libertarianism likes to talk a good game about the importance of private property and defending private property but they’ll always make caveats so that they fit within the current progressive/liberal orthodoxy. It’s embarrassing how contemporary libertarianism will betray so many of its core virtues in order to fit into the contemporary moral order instead of providing an alternative.


This is making me so angry. These counties in Alabama are refusing to give marriage licenses to same-sex couples, and in most cases have ceased giving marriage licenses entirely. Counties would rather not give ANYONE marriage than give NORMAL PEOPLE BASIC RIGHTS. And Chief Justice Moore is advocating for probate judges to completely ignore the ruling AKA the FEDERAL LAW, and threatening them with reprimand from the governor. These few official people, for their own personal reasons, are defying a federal law. The federal government should NOT let this slide. Please, something needs to be done.

This photo, of private citizens in a standoff with federal officers in the Cliven Bundy standoff in Nevada, is something of an American political rohrsach test.

–if you see wacko gun nuts threatening federal officers trying to enforce a court order, you’re what known as *right.*

–if you see American patriots standing down a dictatorial government come to crush human freedom, you are what is known as *wrong*. And you are a wackadoo.

Please understand that while those are very technical terms, they are the correct ones in this case.


The #mypubliclandsroadtrip Heads to the Sunny Alabama Shores for National Trails Day!

Today, we’re heading over to Baldwin County, Alabama, where the BLM manages seven small beach front tracts. All of these tracts are designated critical habitat for Alabama beach mouse and contain primary dunes, the preferred habitat for this species. The tracts also provide nesting habitat for loggerhead sea turtles.

In fact, these beaches are one of the few areas in the U.S. that federally-threatened Loggerhead Sea Turtles use for nesting. Actually locating a sea turtle nesting spot - momma turtles like to hide and lay eggs at night - and watching eggs hatch are rare events. Volunteers regularly patrol the beaches and watch for signs of turtle nesting.

BLM Southeastern States employees and volunteers also maintain some of the areas and trails around the beach tracts.  As a joint project, employees and volunteers defined the existing pedestrian pathway through the dunes with a unobtrusive fence. The marked path is intended to guide visitors to the beach and away from the unique habitat for wildlife.

Thanks to the volunteers whose work is critical to the conservation and recreation activities along the BLM-managed shoreline.