This post is a “sticky” feature, and will be on top throughout fundraising week. Scroll down for more recent items, including culture-enriching violence against the emergency services in the Netherlands, a report on the lunatic who murdered ten people in Hanau, an article about jihad attacks on utilities, culture-enriching crimes in Sweden, Geert Wilders talking about Jew-hatred in the Netherlands, and last night’s news feed.
Winter Fundraiser 2020, Day Six
Saturday’s Update: Miscellaneous Faces From History, Not All of Them Kind
I’ll switch gears this morning and post a series of faces from history, chosen by whim from my image library. The one above shows Iosif Vissarionovich Dzhugashvili (a.k.a. Joseph Stalin), Franklin Delano Roosevelt, and Sir Winston Churchill at the Tehran Conference in late 1943. Sir Winston’s face might be characterized as “kind”, but FDR’s and Uncle Joe’s not so much.
I have more faces to post, but first a word about what I’ve been doing during this week that is rapidly drawing to a close.
For one week every quarter I beg for money from readers to help keep Gates of Vienna going. The tradition began while Dymphna was alive, and continues in her absence. We depended, and I still depend, on the kindness of strangers. Actually, not all of you are strangers, come to think of it…
So if you haven’t done so already, please click that funky tip cup on the sidebar (or use this link) and drop in a ha’penny or two to help keep this enterprise afloat.
What’s amazing to me is the large number of modest donations that have come in. They’re generally quite small, but there are so MANY of them — they really add up. I’m humbled by your generosity, and pleased to see so many first-time donors.
And now we can return to faces from history. Here’s Sir Winston and FDR again, in Quebec the year after the other photo was taken. Mr. Roosevelt was not in good shape that day, and Sir Winston’s body language attests to that fact:
An aside: In her book American Betrayal, Diana West provides a meticulously-sourced analysis of the severe damage done by Soviet agents of influence who held high positions in the Roosevelt administration before, during, and after the Second World War.
Dropping back a generation, here’s a photo of ANZAC troops in a trench during the Battle of Passchendaele in 1917:
Two generations before that saw the end of another war, when General Robert E. Lee surrendered to General Ulysses S. Grant at the McLean House in Appomattox Court House, Virginia, on April 9, 1865:
To close on a more cheerful note, this morning’s final photo shows children participating in a St. Lucy celebration in Sweden in 2006:
Friday’s gifts rolled in from:
Stateside: California, Georgia, Illinois, Kansas, Michigan, Minnesota, New York, and Virginia
Far Abroad: New Zealand, Sweden, and the UK
I’m profoundly grateful to all who have contributed. I’ll be back tomorrow for the final update in this week’s fundraiser.
Friday’s Update: Rug Rats, Parents, and Hippies
This morning’s post will feature odds and ends of photos from the family album here at Schloss Bodissey. I’ll begin with the photo above from the mid-1980s, which features the future Baron when he was a rug rat. It was taken during the summer, which means he was probably about fifteen months old. I’ll have more about that after I explain my mission for the rest of the week.
If you’ve been reading Gates of Vienna this week, and still haven’t clinked the tip cup on the sidebar (or clicked this link), now is the time. Somebody has to pay for all this Islamophobia and Deplorability, and my application for an NEA grant just got turned down yet again. I pitched my idea for a Sobieski sneaker to Nike, but for some reason they weren’t interested. Next will be a meeting with Stanley Hand Tools to push my proposal for a line of Charles Martel Claw Hammers, but I’m not all that optimistic about my prospects…
So it’s really up to you, Mr. and Mrs. Islamophobe, the readers of this site. It’s your nickels and dimes that keep the lights on here, and (to borrow a trope from Garrison Keillor) give a shy boy like me the strength to get up and do what needs to be done.