For the first time on our waters, we have the melancholy task of recording a steam boat explosion, attended by the loss of three lives. The following are the particulars, as hastily stated by the Advertiser extra, of Friday last:

STEAM BOAT EXPLOSION! — After our paper went to press, an accident of a most melancholy character occurred. The Steam Boat John Walker, owned by Doyle O’Hanlon, Esq. was, this morning, about daylight, blown up, and made a complete wreck.
It appears that she had raised a head of steam and run down along side the Brig Roque, lying at anchor in the stream, for the purpose of towing her down over the shoals. Soon after making her fast to the brig and while in the act of heaving up the anchor, the boilers burst, — simultaneously blowing out the bow and stern of the boat, which, in a few minutes, sunk; and is now almost entirely under water. Capt. A. G. Dickson, who was standing on the engine house, by the side of the engineer, was blown over the stern of the brig, and has not been recovered. Damon, a black fireman, who was in the hold; and Purdie Jacobs, the pilot, were also killed. Isaac, the Engineer, a black man, was blown on board the brig, and is dangerously wounded. Prince, a black man, was also slightly wounded. The boat had on board some goods for the interior; but we are not informed who are the owners. The Steamboats Clarendon and Henrietta, are about towing the wreck into the dock, where she may be got on shore if possible.

[ Fayetteville Observer – Fayetteville, NC – Thursday, June 16, 1836 ]

Since the publication of our extra of last week, the following facts connected with the loss and destruction of the Steamer John Walker by the bursting of her boilers, have come to our knowledge. — It appears from all the circumstances, that this unfortunate accident was the result of carelessness & neglect in not having sufficient water in the boilers. The Boat left the wharf, at 3 o’clock in the morning, for the purpose of towing the brig Roque, then laying at anchor (ancbor sp?) below the town; this had been the practice with all our steam boats after taking in freight, either before or after their departure for Fayetteville. Capt. Dickson of the Walker run down alongside the brig; after laying there five minutes, he ascertained his impending danger from the roaring of the steam through the safety valve, the water then being below the lower gauge cock; he called to the captain to make haste and weigh his anchor, that his boilers were in danger, and he could stand it no longer; scarcely had the words escaped his lips, when at the first move of the starting bar to put the engine in operation, the explosien (sp?) took place, the body of Capt. Dickson was seen going over the top-sail-yard of the brig, and fell in the river, & was not found until Wednesday night, 16 miles below town, and was interred yesterday with military honors; he was a young man of promise and worth; his untimely and melancholy fate is mourned and lamented by a numerous circle of friends and acquaintances. The Engineer Isaac Smith was thrown against the main top-sail-yard, fell on the quarter deck, covered with the fragments of the boat, and though much mutilated, it is supposed will recover. The pilot Purdie Jacobs and fireman Damon were in the hole, and both killed, their bodies have been recovered. Prince Nichols the second pilot, standing at the helm was knocked down by a piece of one of the beams, severely wounded, but is recovering. The boat is the most perfect wreck we have ever witnessed, one of the boiler heads went through the starboard bow cutting its way through a part of each beam in its course; the starboard side, a breast the boilers, for three feet down is blown completely off, carrying all the beams and deck with it; the starboard quarter is carried away; the quarter deck lifted up and landed on the timber heads; the most unaccountable damage, is a hole blown through the bottom between the fore-hatch and forecastle, the boat and engine are entirely ruined and abandoned as a total loss. Some of the goods have been taken out, very much damaged, many of the packages have not been recovered, we understand there is some insurance on the goods which will of course be paid; no insurance on the boat. Loss including the uninsured goods, estimated from $15 to $18,000, which we regret to say, will fall upon our enterprising fellow citizen Doyle O’Hanlon.

Wilmington Advertiser.

[ The North Carolina Journal – Vol. VI No 17 – Fayetteville , NC  Thursday, June 23, 1836 ]

We learn with extreme regret by the Wilmington Advertiser, that the Steam Boat John Walker, owned by Doyle O’Hanlon, Esq., of this place, was almost totally destroyed by the burstin of her boilers. Our correspondent of the Advertiser states, that the bow and stern of the boat were both blown out, and what is still more distressin is three persons were killed, and another mortally wounded; among the former were Capt. Dickson, of the boat, and the pilot Purdy Jacobs, a free man of color, of this Town; the other was a slave the property of Mrs. S. Smith of this vicinity.

[ The North Carolina Journal – Vol. VI No. 16 – Fayetteville, NC, Thursday, June 16, 1836.

If you take the Red Pill, you’ll have to give up TV & movies altogether because it will be too painful to see how controlled and skewed entertainment & the media are.

The Chicago Sun-Times had an online article entitled, “Meet Bud Light’s Ian Rappaport, who’s up for whatever”. The opening line said, “Ian Rappaport is the lucky schmuck…” that was chosen to participate in this Bud Light Super Bowl Commercial.

I look at him, take into account the state of American television, and seriously doubt that he was randomly chosen, or even wheedled down from a select group. I suspect that he is just another Jew being given the spotlight on TV and made to look like the average “Joe Blow” out having a good time sucking down some suds.

He would have been a “lucky schmuck” if he were a goyim;-)

ADDENDUM:  Could my world view not be skewed?

Rocky & Bullwinkle – Jay Ward (Joseph W. Cohen?)

The Twilight Zone – Rod Serling

“Red Rubber Ball” -The Cyrkle (Don Dannemann, Marty Fried) , Paul Simon

The Invaders, The Fugitive – Quinn Martin (Irwin Martin Cohn)

Columbo – Peter Falk

Marvel Comics – Stan Lee (Stanley Martin Lieber)

Kirk Douglas, Tony Curtis (Bernard Schwartz), Paul Newman, James Caan, Michael Douglas

AD(D) NAUSEUM:  2016 Super Bowl Bud Light Commercial = Seth Rogen & Amy Schumer

Last October (2013), I made a trip down to the Clearwater, St. Petersburg, Tampa area of Florida.  I had never been there before.  I was coming in on Hwy. 19 (I think.) which is the old route.  At some point in Florida, I started to have an upset stomach.  I passed by a Hardees Restaurant, and turned around a short distance and came back.  I figured that I could use the bathroom, and even though I wasn’t really hungry, I could order a couple of hamburgers.

I went to the bathroom and then headed back up to the counter to place my order.

There was a young man, probably in his late teens or twenties behind the counter.  He asked me how he could assist me, and I said, “I would like a couple of hamburgers.”  His reply, “Will that be two or three sir?”

I stood there dumbfounded for a few seconds, and probably cocked my head to one side as I pondered my reply.  I probably said, “A couple.”  I’m not sure how our communication completed successfully, because I did not expound further upon what a “couple” meant, but I did get the two hamburgers.  I went outside, and around back, where I had parked, and ate the two hamburgers.  They were good.

What an odd reply to my request.  Who doesn’t know what a couple of anything means?  I didn’t ask for a few, or some hamburgers, I asked for a couple.  In the world from which I come, a couple means two.

Part of my job involves help desk type activities and support.  A user wants to know how to perform a certain function or task.  So, if I have experienced the problem they are having, or know the steps they need to complete the task, I tell them.  But, I just remembered that through the years there appear those “odd” persons who place a higher value on knowing why they need to do something, rather than going ahead and doing it and completing the task more quickly.  When it dawns on me that I am speaking with one of those persons, I have to go into a different mode.  *Another thought.  In times past, I actually came to believe that these people wanted me to spend a certain amount of time helping them solve their problem.  It might not matter what I said to them.  I could read them a nursery rhyme, or some other story, totally unrelated to the sequential steps they needed to complete the desired task.  Once I had spent 20 minutes or more, sometimes repeating the solution more than once, or even twice, and in more than one way, then they were satisfied and could go do what I had suggested in the first 5 minutes of our intercourse.  Perhaps their egos couldn’t handle that someone could solve their problem in a few minutes rather than taking an extended amount of time and effort.

I haven’t encountered one of these types in quite a while, but as I recall, they usually visit when my time is at a premium, where I have other people and tasks to perform.