Thursday, July 19, 2007

 

This Day in American History


On this day in 1879, Doc Holliday, who was dying slowly from consumption, shot and killed his first man outside Holliday's saloon in Las Vegas, New Mexico, namely ex Army scout Mike Gordon, who was shooting randomly into the building. Sounds like justified homicide to me--defense of others. Holliday would abandon his business to his partner the next year and join his friend Wyatt Earp in Tombstone, Arizona, and two years later shoot and kill his only other victim in the OK corral shootout. Thus, one of our most notorious gunmen, fearless Doc Holliday, shot two guys in his entire gunslinging career.


Yesterday Craig Silverman on the local radio was being predictably anti-gun and stupid and hoped that we would not return to the 'horrible' old days of the wild west. We would love to return to the low crime rates of the wild west. An armed society is a polite society.

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"I'll be your huckleberry".....
 
One of my favorite Val Kilmer roles, along with the 'boy' genius in True Genius.
 
Rog,

I have read, while being justifiably appalled, occasional posts by Diomedes in which he reports incidents like the death of Palestinians resulting from other Palestinians firing their Ak-47 knockoffs into the air at weddings.

Gaza ia an armed camp; Iraq is an armed camp.

So I admonish you to be more circumspect when you trot out little aphorisms like "An armed society is a polite society."

I sentence you to reead nothing but books by Robert B. Parker for the next 30 days. One a day should do it.
 
I like the Spencer books. Not that bad a punishment, Tony.
 
I like them too but they have become like chiffon desserts. A hint of taste; no substance; indistingushable from one another; and there is no difference between Spenser, Sonny Randall, and Jesse Stone, particularly the latter two.

Read one a day for 30 days and you will swear off of them forever.
 
I agree about the literary weight of the Parker books, but I have to admit a sameness in a similar way by a much better writer, our favorite cajun Montana transplant, James Lee Burke.
 
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