‘ATLAS SHRUGGED: WHO IS JOHN GALT?’ REVIEWED
The film “Atlas Shrugged: Who Is John Galt,” part three of the trilogy, premiered in Las Vegas Sept. 6. The film opened nationwide Friday, Sept. 12.
By the way, in case you didn’t know, Cat’s Curiosities offers a careful selection of unusual vinyl LP records online — many autographed — as well as our online stock of 1,400 books, all hand-inspected and individually described. To see our online vinyl LPs, check out:
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Lots of folks remember the big shooting at Fort Hood, Texas, in 2009. They should. The Army paid for the medical education of Nidal Malik Hasan, a radical Muslim born in this country of Palestinian immigrants. Hasan volunteered, of course. The Army even promoted him to major and gave him the responsibility of caring for his fellow soldiers. Instead he went to work one day and shot more than 40 of them, all unarmed, killing 13.
It’s not like nobody knew this guy was trouble. According to The Washington Post, Hasan made a presentation during his final year of residency at Walter Reed Army Hospital called “The Quranic World View as It Relates to Muslims in the U.S. Military,” which was not well received. He suggested the Department of Defense should allow “Muslims Soldiers” (sic) to muster out as conscientious objectors to “decrease adverse events,” which he listed to include refusal to deploy, espionage, and killing of fellow soldiers.
(NOTE: a condensed version of this report appears in the Autumn, 2014 issue of “Range” magazine, on newsstands now.)
Cliven showed me areas where he’d bulldozed dirt across an occasional wash, which then filled up and became a muddy watering pond not only for his cattle, but for the quail and other wildlife that subsequently thrived there in much larger numbers than had been seen before.
Friday morning, Vin visited on-air for an hour with his old friend, Phoenix-based Libertarian radio guy Ernest Hancock. Vin’s Cliven Bundy piece in the current issue of “Range” magazine came up, as did his forthcoming novel, “The Testament of James.” Through the magic of modern electronics, those with speakers on their computers can hear most of the goings-on here:
http://www.freedomsphoenix.com/Media/162059-2014-08-29-08-29-14-keith-cyrnek-vin-suprynowicz-stewart-rhodes-mp3.htm
Added to the first two excerpts, posted earlier this summer, the following takes the reader through the first 10,000 words of Vin’s new novel, “The Testament of James,” published by Mountain Media on Dec. 16, 2014.
This material is copyright c Vin Suprynowicz, 2014, all rights reserved.
The manager of Books on Benefit has died under mysterious circumstances, and one of the rarest books in the world is missing — if it ever existed at all.
Did James the Just, oldest surviving brother of Jesus of Nazareth, write a book about the suppressed secrets of his brother’s ministry, and the plan to help him survive the crucifixion? The number of strange characters descending on the scene, determined to lay hands on the missing volume, indicate powerful forces believe it exists — and are hell-bent on making sure The Testament of James never sees the light of day.
(NOTE: a condensed version of this report appears in the Autumn, 2014 issue of “Range” magazine, on newsstands now.)
COULD BUNDY HAVE ‘JUST PAID HIS FEES’ AND STAYED IN BUSINESS?
My fellow booksellers in these parts were recently advised to research and stock books created under the auspices of the FDR-era “Federal Writers’ Project,” a tax-and-spend-and-elect outfit created in 1935 as part of Franklin D. Roosevelt’s Works Progress Administration.
That’s good advice as far as it goes. Writers who later became well-known, from Nelson Algren to Richard Wright, from John Cheever to Studs Terkel to Ralph Ellison, were indeed at one time or another on the federal dole during the late 1930s, drawing pay from the aforementioned Writers’ Project to work on state-by-state guidebooks, or any other make-work schemes the New Deal bureaucrats could dream up. (Artists unable to produce works anyone would purchase voluntarily were even hired to do mosaics in subway stations, beginning a great tradition of forcing bad, urine-stained works of art on those who had been stripped of the right to refuse to fund them.)
Mom found the following 580-word piece in my dad’s papers, two-and-a-half handwritten sheets with a few cross-outs and corrections, with (but not part of) his autobiography. For geographic clarification, my folks lived the past 55 years on a wooded ridge in Marlborough, Connecticut — if you gaze north-northwest to the next ridge line, those woods are in the town of Glastonbury.
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