If you were wondering where my previous post about Liberals and the U.S.A. came from

October 11th, 2007

I’m reading Blood and Thunder.

It’s historical non-fiction about Kit Carson and the “winning” of the American West.

It’s an excellent read and reminds you that even today’s toughest kids in America’s worse ghettos are like little kittens compared to all the folks who were routinely butchering and enslaving each other in the 1800s.

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  • 1. grumps  |  October 11th, 2007 at 11:32 am

    Only the exceptions get the ink. The very biggest and baddest and the outstandingly brightest are those whose stories get told in the public arena 30 lustrums down the line. No one is still talking about the people who just did their jobs and did their best to hang on.

    My grandmother’s uncle lived in northern Kansas at the end of the 19th Century. The story has it that one of his stepsons rode with Reno at the Little Big Horn and another may have had something to do with the local Pony Express station. And yet no one knows the stories of the Luebkes or the Gundelfingers except a very few of us lingerers.

    It would be easy to allow ourselves to believe that every man was Kit Carson or Billy the Kid and that every woman was Belle Starr or Big-Nose Kate. The fact is that they were and are the exception. There are no romantic novels about the immigrants that built the railroads or the widows who ran the laundries.

    Most folks today aren’t Bush or Gates or Walton in the same way that they aren’t McGee or OJ or Osama. Those are the ones who will have their stories told far in the future but there are millions whose story will only be told at family reunions who do just as much to build this country today.

  • 2. Elliot  |  October 12th, 2007 at 8:18 am

    All true and appreciated, Grumps.

    But according to this book, the conflicts between even “anonymous” American settlers, Native Americans, and Mexicans were brutal, immoral, and basically never ending.

  • 3. BobG  |  October 12th, 2007 at 12:50 pm

    My great grandad used to tell me about the sheep and cattle wars he was involved with on the Utah-Wyoming border. He was born in 1881 and was in the dust-up when he was fourteen (he was working a fulltime job at 13). He always used to laugh at the westerns when I was a kid, saying that they never packed pistols out on the range; they kept a rifle on one side of the saddle, and a shotgun on the other.

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