The Three Most Useless Dicks in Christendom - Twitter Facebook and Me

I was suspended on Twitter last week. It happened as I was making a comment on a photo presented by a member I have long followed and previously commented on with many "likes" and or plastic "hearts". I thought I was thinking globally and acting locally to beat an old dead work horse.

I was commenting on a photo I saw in Twitter, a photo of Don Jr, Eric and Donald Trump Sr. standing together and labeled it "the three most useless dicks in Christendom".

It was a phrase I invented on the Staten Island Ferry decades ago, commenting mentally, long B.T., Before Twitter, on a photo image in the NYT of the three royal boys in England posed together on Edward's wedding day. It is a phrase my old brain turns to when I see a crowd, of three, grouped males in politics business or religion, twats on the image side of the media scam. 

As soon as I entered the comment, my screen went blank with the YOU ARE SUSPENDED notice and a reason being I was a "suspected robot" whatever that means. 

That free speech which I tried always to be polite in except in the figure of a PIG of a "man" in politics named Trump was instantly erased in the new Global Culture. 

Booing the umpire at the baseball game or political forum is as natural as apple pie or once was when it was made of non-mutated (non-GMO) apples and real sugar and not the industrial waste of HFCS.

Well anyway, I guess I have used it before on Twitter that label "the three most useless dicks in Christendom" on photos with say Ryan, Trump and McConnell huddled together in anti-humanism camera pose. It was the first time I think I saw a family photo of that man actually standing in real time with his two rich spoiled idiot sons. 

I complied with checking the "I am not a robot" box and giving a cell phone number which I did not give before, was grandfathered into membership of the T forum over five years ago and knowing what I know about credit from having once worked in the mortgage business know that these days all things considered, once they have you cell phone number they have everything on YOU - name - dob - ss# - credit rating etc. All the things necessary to gauge and design a brainwashing plan of marketing attack on your meager amounts of disposable income and credit card debt to fulfill your artificial American myth of the "Pursuit of Happiness" in the 21st century. 

So if twitter is hacked by enemies of the United States, they know where I live and where my polling place is etc. and depending on the wind and or whim of some right winged Billionaire / Oligarch nut, foreign or domestic, maybe even my one little vote does not even matter just as I mentioned in my version of the new world order as designed for the Wharton Global Spreadsheet. 

Well I had to stand back and re-examine my situation, in Twitter I was afraid to exercise my freedom of speech and only did likes and retweets but could do no replies for fear of being thrown out of Twitter again for repeating a phrase of two that senile old geezers like me are prone to do, nature of the beast and all that. 

And considering how the secular version or is he really a "chrischan" and is the "antichrist" after all, and how he talks, twitters non stop dictem ex cathedra and the media and banks, corporations and ruling right wing oligarchs like it, I decided to leave this artificial "social media" millennial device, pale virtual version of once real, now dead American town square. 

I therefore deactivated my Twitter account and will just sit on the porch in my old age rocker and await the angel of death etc.

Perhaps the only real thing I as a person, old school and or obsolete, have done in years.  

I have also deactivated my FB for similar reasons, in that I cannot trust whoever runs Twitter or that Harvard boy at FB that sold out my country to the Russkies in 2016. 

If profitability over morality is the motto, mission statement of the new Global Town Square and or Global Culture, then we are all truly Fuked.

Have a nice day ;-)

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Marine Lieutenant Thomas A Brady Killed at Tampico, Mexican War 1813-1847

Thomas A Brady was the older brother of famous in their day James Topham Brady, lawyer and Judge John R. Brady.

All three sons of Irish immigrant parents escaping the stacked deck against native Roman Catholic Micks in their homeland and the Act of Union 1801 with Great Britain.

Story goes that Thomas S. Brady and pregnant wife Ann, or so the story goes, their passenger ship arriving in the shelter of New York Harbor in 1812 only minutes ahead of a British Man of War in hot pursuit, harassing and attacking all bound for America shipping in the so called War of 1812 during the Napoleonic World War with Britain.

Father parent Thomas S. Brady started in Newark NJ where Thomas A Brady was born in 1813 before moving over to Manhattan. Many people in those days from Brooklyn and Jersey would go by boat to Catholic church services at St. Peter's, the only RC church for miles around. That wooden church at the time in downtown Manhattan.

Famous lawyer and Tammany backroom king maker James Topham Brady was born in Manhattan in 1815 and lived on Warren street, only a few steps from there to City Hall or St. Peter's in the middle of a very poor dock area that was the center of the Irish immigrant area in New York in that second decade of the 19 century.

Thomas S. Brady made a small school in his attic where he tutored in Latin and taught many young and ambitious sons of other would be middle class in their own nativc Ireland who reinvented themselves in the strange English speaking American Republic in its early days.

Many boys that played togetheror were tutored by the senior Brady would become the backbone of business, banking, politics of New York City in decades to come. Among those boys in play and study with the Brady boys the first American Cardinal John McCloskey of NYC. That small tight knit New York Irish community would see immigrant sons dominate future politics of the Tammany machine with lawyers, district attorneys, judges, aldermen etc.

That Thomas S Brady was self taught and studied nights and passed the bar, entered politics as an alderman and magistrate and eventually ended life as a sitting judge in the local courts.

James did some public service but did not like it. But he was immensely successful as an orator and trial lawyer. John was the one who would become a judge, a highly respected judge on the local New York Supreme Court. It was Judge John R. Brady who was called upon in the middle of the night to swear in Vice President Chester A Arthur as President of the United State in 1881 upon the death of President Garfield who finally succumbed to injuries of being shot in an assassination act of a radical at the Buffalo World's Fair. First swearing in of President Arthur at his home on Lexington Avenue and second swearing in a few days later in Washington DC.

The oldest son for some reason, a lawyer by training, joined the Navy / Marine Corp and died in some skirmish  prior to the official win at Tampico which really was only a foothold invasion as a prelude for the later bigger prize of the port of Vera Cruz.

As far as I can tell, the elder Thomas S Brady, James Topham Brady and John R. Brady are buried in the old St. Patrick's Cathedral on Mott Street in Little Italy/Chinatown in down town Manhattan. Buried in the Brady family vault in the catacombs below the old Cathedral. I presume Thomas A. Brady is buried in Mexico.

The old cathedral burned down in 1866 and the archdiocese was not going to rebuild except for all the rich and influential Micks in business and Tammany politics who had relatives and loved ones already buried underneath the burned out wooden church. Rebuilt, it is now a parish church and called the old St. Patrick's Cathedral.  The present cathedral was already under construction in 1864 mainly as a Tammany Hall boondoggle project to launder money through inferior materials and no show jobs etc. Which is why they recently spent 200 million to keep the place from falling down again etc.

Anyway, all these earlier immigrants had a comfortable niche made for themselves in the new world when the Irish Potato Famine hit and a tidal wave of immigration hit the United States with New York City as the epicenter of that man made British genocide fueled by the Corn Laws with a phony government price set for wheat grown in the UK as a means to profit off it in England and even sell it overseas. That the peasants / catholic serfs in Ireland could not afford wheat and or bread. That they fed themselves on one strain of potato that succumbed to blight in the middle 1840s. That all through the famine the British landlords profited off of wheat production and exports even as the serf class starved. No wonder the early immigrants like the Bradys saw the unfairness of British rule and immigrated to America, Canada and Australia one generation prior to that human disaster.

One of those strange things of how evil in the UK actually profited the descendants of immigrants forced to leave with a better life elsewhere and now the UK on the edge of a cliff cutting itself off from Europe with BREXIT. Karma. Whatever.

New Forked Tongue Voice of American Evangelicalism INC - Sarah Huckabee Sanders

#FakeChristian #FakeChristians

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Artist Georgina A Davis' Exclusive First Published Image of "Baby Ruth" Cleveland - Frank Leslie's Popular Monthly March 1893

Duluth Evening Herald 4 Mar 1893



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Walt Whitman by Photographer Frederick Gutekunst

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Zu Asche, Zu Staub - Babylon Berlin

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5/5000 Обама

Paul Robeson - End - Rutgers College - Spauldings Official Foot Ball Guide 1919

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Lisa - Carrickfergus

Carrickfergus

I wished I had you in Carrickfergus,
Only for nights in Ballygrand,
I would swim over the deepest ocean,
The deepest ocean to be by your side.

But the sea is wide and I can't swim over
And neither have I wings to fly.
I wish I could find me a handy boatman
To ferry me over to my love and die.

My childhood days bring back sad reflections
Of happy days so long ago.
My boyhood friends and my own relations.
Have all passed on like the melting snow.

So I'll spend my days in endless roving,
Soft is the grass and my bed is free.
Oh to be home now in Carrickfergus,
On the long road down to the salty sea.

And in Kilkenny it is reported
On marble stone there as black as ink,
With gold and silver I did support her
But I'll sing no more now till I get a drink.

I'm drunk today and I'm rarely sober,
A handsome rover from town to town.
Oh but I am sick now and my days are numbered
Come all ye young men and lay me down.

Songwriters: SIMON FRANGLEN, KATHERINE JENKINS

© Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.

For non-commercial use only.

The Cost of Dating at Christmas in Japan?

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Richard Morris Hunt - the Tribune Building - 1873

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Midvale Steel - Ordinance Machine Shop No. 4 - Nicetown Section, Philadelphia - 1916

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All Saints - All Souls - Celtic New Year 158 A.D. (After Darwin)

I never quite got it from the five minute Gospel Sunday soundbites from the Catholicism of my youth.

If you wanted to understand Sacred Tradition, you could only hope for the correct religious dogmatic gossip of the nuns in grade school. Of course these days where do a lot of young Catholics get that Tradition gossip with so few women wanting to give up life in order to join Jesus' Harem.

All Saints Day, Novermber 1, was a holy day of obligation to attend mass and pass the cash into the collection basket.

In olden times, before the bisexual Emperor-God "Saint" General Constantine, November 1 was the traditional Celtic New Year. But who needs a Celtic New Year if Caesar and Rome's genocide of all things Celtic makes the point moot?

There is that nun's gossip about All Saint's Day and or the Day of the Dead celebrated in Mexico on November 1 and 2.  November 2 is All Soul's Day. Nun's gossip is that November 1 is for all the saints that have gone to their eternal reward with official kudos and November 2 is for all the rest of us slugs who only manage by the thinnest margin are worthy of Jesus' salvation.

In Mexico, using ancient pre-Christian tradition, November 1 is the Day of the Dead for all infants, and children and innocents that die young, never get contaminated with that puberty/sex stuff that confuses the hell out of the eunich mentality of the priests that run the Pagan church of Rome.

Day of the dead is for all the dead, both young and innocent, and the old and not yet forgotten.

In Mexico on the day of the Dead (All Souls Day in Catholic-ese) the family cleans the ancestors grave site and the family brings food for the dead and the living also take part in a picnic like atmosphere of remembrance of the dead - not ancestor worship?

It was on this date 40 years ago I believe I encountered the spirit of my father six months after his death etc. in the house where he died. Another story.

And it as Celtic New Year is according to my secular reckoning and new age "Tradition" the year 158 A.D. (After Darwin).

Happy Celtic New Year!

Image of the lost Saint Tammany Weathervane - Philadelphia 1812-1930?

Image of the lost Saint Tammany Weathervane - 9' x 9-1/2' - on top of 100' Liberty Pole aka Indian Pole for over 100 years - Old York Road and Wood Street - 1844 Advertisement

Free Library Phila.Collection - circa 1900

Intersection left Old York Road, right Fourth Street at Wood Street, showing base of "Indian Pole". 

Notice the two public drinking fountains, one for horses and one for humans. 

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Paul Robeson - 1898/1976 - Jersualem - American Political Prisoner - America's First #TakeAKnee

Paul Robeson - 1898/1976 - American Political Prisoner - America's First #TakeAKnee


Passport Revoked 1956-1958 by U.S. Government preventing an American Citizen to travel abroad. 



https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Paul_Robeson



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Jason Aldean - Fly Over States.

Fly Over States

Jason Aldean

A couple guys in first class on a flight
From new York to Los Angeles,
Kinda making small talk killing time,
Flirting with the flight attendants,
Thirty thousand feet above, could be Oklahoma,
Just a bunch of square cornfields and wheat farms,
Man it all looks the same,
Miles and miles of back roads and highways,
Connecting little towns with funny names,
Who'd want to live down there in the middle of nowhere,

They've never drove through Indiana,
Met the men who plowed that earth,
Planted that seed, busted his ass for you and me,
Or caught a harvest moon in Kansas,
They'd understand why God made those fly over states,

I bet that mile long Santa Fe freight train engineer's seen it all
Just like that flatbed cowboy stacking US steel on a 3-day haul
Roads and rails under their feet
Yeah that sounds like a first class seat

On the plains of Oklahoma
Where they windshield sunset in your eyes
Like a watercolor painted sky

You'd think heaven's doors have opened
You'll understand why God made
Those fly over states

Take a ride across the badlands
Feel that freedom on your face
Breathe in all that open space
Meet a girl from Amarillo
You'll understand why God made
Why you'd want to plant your stakes
In those fly over states

Have you ever been through Indiana
On the plains of Oklahoma,
Take a ride,

Songwriters: NEIL THRASHER, MICHAEL DULANEY

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My Latest on Kindle - Tales of Moyamensing Prison Philadelphia - A Newspaper Anthology

Tales of Moyamensing Prison Philadelphia - A Newspaper Anthology : Swinging on the Gallows - 1870 / 1914

Passmore Williamson - Abolitionist Philadelphia Lawyer - 1822 / 1895

Source :  Chester County (Pa.) Historical Society - (Public Domain Image) 

Passmore Williamson, a defrocked Quaker, his views on abolition too radical for his home congregation, photo in jail at Philadelphia County Jail, Moyamensing Prison on contempt charges for his refusal to cooperate with the court in the case of Freed Slave and her two young sons, Jane Johnson, who was free when she set foot on Pennsylvania soil, 1855 

Williamson argued in court that Jane Johnson was not a fugitive slave under provisions of the Fugitive Slave Act 1850 in that her master was transporting himself and his chattel to New York to catch a ship to his new ambassador's post in Guatemala. 

Williamson defended Johnson in court and would not, could not reveal whereabouts of Jane Johnson landed him in jail for 100 days in contempt of court. 

Passmore Williamson

Aussie Lamb Commercial Offends Some

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My Latest on Kindle -Tales of Tucson Arizona

My long lasting memory of Tucson Arizona was one cold day in November around 1991, the day after Thanksgiving and walking along Stone Street to my job in a nearby office building, Stone being the old main street of the downtown area. Out of a deserted cityscape at 8 AM in the morning I saw a tumble weed something like six feet in diameter blowing along the street. 

Many people were not working that day. I, a city boy from back east, had to wonder if this was a normal occurrence and then had to wonder where it came from. Likely source was along the Santa Fe Railroad tracks about two blocks from where I was standing. Over time, I would come to realize how a once small cow town like Tucson kept it's cows and cowboy past a bit here and there as Malls replaced a downtown already with many storefronts boarded up from its glory says as an economic hub of the region of border area near Mexico. 

Along this theme some few years later I ran into a piece of Tucson current history. In a thrift store I came across a four inch by eight inch silver plated tray with ink invitation to the official grand opening of the United Bank building downtown. This from the grossly obscene days of the boom before the bust of the Savings and Loan fiasco that nobody learned from mainly because of the cover up by the Keating Five in the Senate covering their paws and tracks in that criminal enterprise. That scandal being a small scale training package of the bigger R/E mortgage scandal that went bust nationally in 2008. 

That the United Bank Tower still stands having have many banks and owners since then. Next to it is a large boarded up eyesore that looks like it should be hiding a would be fountain of a plaza next to the building which is in fact the boarded up foundation of a Twin Tower to the United Bank Tower that never got built. 

That the whole economy of Tucson, Phoenix and Arizona in general is a boom and a bust economy that over time has seen mining come and go and modern businesses as well. 



Friday June 13, 2008

...Which leads me to the story of my next door neighbor in Arizona. Perry had a remarkable life. Left home and dairy farm in Minnesota when he was fifteen in the middle of the depression and headed west. He wanted to be a cowboy and that he became for some years. Then when World War II broke out he went up to Canada and joined the fight. He hit Juno beach on D-Day as a lieutenant in the Canadian army. He married a Brit, brought his war bride home and settled into life in Arizona B.A.C. (before air conditioning).

Perry joined the post office and then worked his way up to postmaster before retirement. I got to talk to him over the fence as a neighbor. Good stories. Went into his house a few times and vice versa. All in all, he was a great neighbor.

Then one day his wife came to us to tell us that Perry had skin cancer, that they did some necessary surgery but that the disease may have spread. I am not sure how all this got started. Perhaps my neighbor’s wife was talking to my wife and then the topic came up about me being an elder in a local church. Apparently Perry had no religious ties. I would have assumed that he might have attended church in his youth in Minnesota. His wife asked if I would talk to him.

I went over to the man in his house and tried to give comfort. I don’t think he wanted me there. Perhaps he was in denial of his own mortality. No doubt he sensed how green I was in giving comfort. I admit it. I couldn’t do him any good. Between his resistance and my inexperience, I did not serve his needs very well sad to say. Perry died suddenly about two weeks later while working in the garden. We went to give comfort to the wife next door that night and then we attended a graveside service a few days later.

This is where I get some reality checks put into my little bubble world of beliefs. I met Episcopal nuns at the graveside. I never knew such an animal existed. They had educated Perry’s children. There were lots of neighbors, relatives and co-workers from the post office. The most interesting person I met was a female Rabbi. Perry was Jewish?

I was a bit taken aback. I had heard the story about how Perry and his war bride had built the second house in this desert housing community in 1948. When I closed on the house next door, I got my deed of title or whatever and included in the paperwork was a covenant of restrictions set on the property when it was built.

That covenant was of course stamped with a label “Null and Void under Federal Civil Rights Act of...” The nasty thing about that covenant was the few pages that made it quite clear in a long range of specifics that no ...”Jews, negroes or dogs...” were allowed in this housing development etc.

As it turned out, Perry had no religious affiliation. His wife was Jewish. I chuckled about how a man like Perry, this cowboy, this war hero, this postmaster must have laughed at the WASP covenant of restrictions. Here was a real individual. Here was an old fashioned American. Here was a man.

Perry had made arrangements with the rabbi to be buried in solidarity with his wife’s belief system. Was Perry a believer, an atheist, an agnostic? I don’t know. In retrospect I don’t care. I knew the man. He was good ethical man. I prayed for him.

Part of being a cultural Christian is that you can embrace people of other beliefs, respect them and still retain you basic feel for yourself and not compromise your basic faith.

America’s greatest strength is and has always been its diversity.

Amidst this eclectic graveside audience, I had an epiphany. I also think that that paradigm shift thing happened.

It was fascinating to hear the twenty third psalm read in Hebrew. I am not certain that the Kaddish was said there but I realized something about my own belief systems. Christianity is wrapped up in a lot of layers of traditions, sacred tradition, faith, grace, propaganda, love, hate and on an on.

There under a blistering Arizona sun, prayers for a Jew were said in the desert. Were these the similar prayers that Joseph of Aramathea read over Jesus’ broken and lifeless body on Good Friday at twilight, eve of Sabbath?

You could be surrounded with stone cathedrals, and stained glass and the gospels could be read from a Gutenberg bible and the minister could be wrapped in gold cloth. But could you get any more from prayers at the end of your life than my neighbor got that day or when Jesus was interred and they rolled the stone in front of the tomb?

It makes you think. It made me think.

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Tales of Tucson Arizona 

Of Statues to Fascism and Ivy League Spy Recruitment in the Cold War

Several things bother me lately. Suddenly more so than lately as well.

ONE is that the corporations and the MSM who gave Trump a free ride to the White House got what they paid for or what they thought was a deadbeat business man who would dance to the American corporate tune.

Problem with that is that Trump is already dancing that Russian dance. The MSM here and there have covered the real #LittleFinger Donald Deadbeat Trump over the decades. But his forays into not only Russia but the Soviet Union as early as some say 1987 seems rather peculiar to me. That Trump is looking for capital in the U.S.S.R. for R/E development sounds a bit unkosher to the ring of it in a traditional way.

Perhaps Soviet Generals and Commissars or KGB operatives needed money laundering in a big way and or the various ethnic mobs operating in the Soviet Union operated not in the open but were tolerated with the right amount of bribe money here and there in the many Soviet Bureaucracies.

My thought looking at it is - when exactly did the KGB recruit Donald Trump and his companies to do their bidding. 1987 or maybe even as early as 1967 in his days at Wharton @Penn.

A Penn recruitment center for spies in the middle of the Vietnam War in the Archetypal center of Capitalist business thought at Wharton (bow your heads). The KGB was never that smart but methodical, good on the long term leg work to get a bad product sold door to door.

Of course that triggers a thought to us of the big Soviet spy thing among the upper crust Brits in the Cold War at its beginning and the secrets of atomic weaponry etc.

TWO is that the media say that Donald transferred from Fordham in NYC to Penn in Philly to take the only R/E course degree available in the I-V and or Ivy League. Has anybody in the corporate media ever checked out that little gem?  And like most lies with a cherry on top, young Donald both attended classes and ran mom's company from Philly or commuting everyday by limousine?

And the Donald's deferments. Were the doctors signing off on his flat feet with little toes Philly and or NYC docs. Did they have legit Doctor's licenses. Did they do favors for frat brothers at Penn where maybe once upon a time they attended school etc. Were they Russian doctors? I remember the MSM being overwhelmed by Trump's present doc wearing Crocs on his feet and telling us that the sky is blue and the Croc Doc certifies the health of a man running for one of the toughest management jobs on the planet.

THREE that I used to live in Philly, grew up there and had to leave because it was a hate filled backwater of ignorance and quite frankly a corrupt fascist state of mind kind of place for little people like me that thought that democracy should be a little bit more liberal with dispensement of Justice to all peoples of that city.

That about the same time that Donald drifted down to Philly and the University of Pennsylvania in 1967, a fascist pig named Frank Rizzo became police chief in prelude to his run for mayor in 1971 and his changing party to Republican in a Democratic enclave in order to vie for the position of VP on the 1972 Nixon ticket. Agnew stayed on the ticket and later was sideswiped from the POTUS job because of his uncovered corruption as Governor of Maryland. How convenient and with what timing.

That and Frank Rizzo was both a racist and gay basher. That he kept records on everybody's bad habits for blackmail and or bribes perhaps and his meteoric rise to power. He kept meticulous records like J. Edgar Hoover at the FBI. And like the rumors that abound around a big homophobe like Hoover and Rizzo, the Philly police have to spend a lot of cop overtime protecting the monument to Rizzo across the street from the second empire style City Hall. Protect the statue from spray paint, eggs, and the occasional dressing up with bra panties and or dress just like J. Edgar. Wink Nod. Even talk of sending it south to South Philadelphia, an Italian enclave left in a very diverse city.

That Rizzo ran a police state as police chief and mayor that any Soviet mayor would envy and operated the kind of place where dirty little secrets could be sold to Soviet spy handlers at Penn with a lot of cold hard cash.

That the media ignore Sheriff Joe Arpaio's police state in Maricopa Country on the nearby border with Mexico all these years and only now pay any attention to him when The Donald and or the KGB have ordered his pardon - a wall separating him from justice. And triggering the memories I have of living in that police state in Philly before moving north to the NYC area some decades ago.

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Now For Something Completely Different

Centennial of the Launching of the Big Ships U.S. Navy - August 1897 - Philly and Washington Park, Deptford NJ

A possible event connected to the famous 1897 Street Scene Photo (off of a stereograph photo card by "B.W. Kilburn and Company" - Library of Congress) above between 7th and 8th Street on Market Street and the crowds main focus looking east toward 6th Street may be a G.A.R. Grand Army of the Republic, Naval veterans posts event celebrating the launch in Spring 100 years prior, the centennial, of the original 6 ships of the first Official Navy under the U.S. Constitution and the ships built with funds authorized by Congress in 1794. Launched from six shipyards along the east coast in 1797. 

The event commemoration on August 12, 1897 was at Independence Hall starting at 12:30 PM. 

I would imagine with speeches and music the Navy Vets would have been there at least two hours. And the Vets in parade form then marching over to the Arch Street Wharf, may have used 6th Street - the reason for people in balconies at 7th Street trying to get a glimpse of the then moving event amidst the flags and bunting etc. on Market Street, the main drag through Philly. 

A typical muggy Philly August afternoon with a slight overcast of clouds to mute the shadows and direction of shade to indicate a time frame of the day. 

That and some folks wanting to take a Ferry over to Washington Park in Deptford Township NJ to get a view of yacht racing and mock naval battles off Fort Mifflin in the late afternoon into evening. 


The U.S.S. United States had already been launched in May 1797 from Humphries Shipyard in Philadelphia. 

http://military.wikia.com/wiki/Original_six_frigates_of_the_United_States_Navy

Philadelphia Inquirer 13 Aug 1897

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/USS_Minneapolis_%28C-13%29

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/USS_Katahdin_(1893)

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Amphitrite-class_monitor

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Tearing Down Monuments Does Not Change History - CSA

Wikipedia is listing something like three incarnations of the KKK. The second of which is dated 1915-1944.

It would seems that 90% of the Confederate Statues being removed in places ruled by Democratic politicians coincide in their origins with the second Klan period and its political power of pre-WWI through the war on Fascism in WWII.

I don't think it good to remove every monument in a public park because considering city and state budgets the removal of these statues will result in voided and or ugly space in the public places where they used to occupy space. 

I am against erasing history even if I don't like that history. 

People instead of reacting the this Trump supported Alt-Right, Neo-Nazi, Neo-Confederate outburst of hatred on the American landscape should be channeled into removing these monsters from public office via the voting booth. 

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