The Fleming Foundation Cultural Commentary

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The South–And the Kennedy Brothers–Is Still Right, Conclusion

These were the  beginnings of a blooming Southern “radical.” There was a mixture of emotions boiling inside me when reading The South Was Right. This was sort of like a boy learning that his dead father was not the monster portrayed by some disgruntled family member all his life. There was joy at learning that my ancestors were not the pigs I had been told they were. The very title of the Kennedys work emphasized not only that our Southern ancestors were not wrong, and not that they thought they were right — they were right. The South Was Right

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Sloth, Spandex, and Goose Cassoulet, Part Two

Moving from the deer stand over to the nearby goose pond required a few steps. I had initially put a rifled choke on my 12-gauge shotgun and zeroed it at the nearby range along with the Nagant using slugs in anticipation of using it for deer. It was of course not nearly as accurate beyond 50 yards as the Nagant, so I did not use it the last week of deer season in favor of the rifle. I came to realize the more economical choice of a rifled choke over against the cost of a fully rifled shotgun barrel would...

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Biden’s Gun Grab

After Xerox copiers were invented in 1959, a few trickled into the Soviet Union. The regime immediately mandated each had to be registered with the KGB, including a copy of each copier’s unique “fingerprint.” That way those using the machines for samizdat – self-publishing – of dissident materials could be identified and sent to the gulag. The Biden regime is seeking to impose something similar with his Executive Ukase on gun control.

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Sloth, Spandex, and Goose Cassoulet-A Neophyte’s Hunting Adventure, Part One

I have a chronic reluctance to get up before dawn to perch myself in a tree-stand at first light in the middle of deer season, but, as I faced  the final week of hunting,  my sloth yielded to an insatiable venison-jones which drove me, regardless of moon phase or feeding schedule, temperature or precipitation, to go out early every morning of that final week, shivering in wind and rain, before work hoping for the arrival of a doe into my kill zone.

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The South–and the Kennedy Brothers–Still Right, Part One of Two

The first time I personally witnessed cowardice at high levels was upon the occasion of the first edition of The South Was Right being introduced into my high-school library.  In 1993 my father and I joined our local Major John Pelham Camp of the Sons of Confederate Veterans in Jacksonville, Alabama. It was at a meeting of that camp that I spoke with a man (whose name I cannot recall) who told me he was a past principal of my school. He spoke to me about a new book by a pair of Louisiana twins that was a scholarly and...