Thursday, September 1, 2011

They are all dead, so that makes me right

I have a book by author Charles B. Roth, which is the supposed buffalo hunting memoirs of a Col. Frank H. Mayer which is entitled The Buffalo Harvest.

It is a quite widely printed up book which started out as a magazine article in 1932 and after Mayer died in Fairplay, Colorado, at age 104 in 1954, Roth published this book in 1958. As I was primarily interested in content of the clothing, bedrolls and the weapons platforms of the Buffalo Runners, I never really took this story apart, as Mayer is like most German Americans, in knowing it all for you and deciding the way it was.

What caught my attention recently was the "colonel" rank which Frank Mayer and Charles Roth bestowed upon him. With the state militias of that era, a turnip with money could become an officer in the military, and that is how numbers became officers on the plains or Civil War.

Buffalo Bill Cody for example as Col. Cody, but he indeed did serve as a scout in the Union forces as a child, and he went undercover into Confederate states along with Wild Bill, so there is a background for some "ranks", but numbers of ranks were just paid for as a person had money and could raise a group of idiots to follow them or some politician owed the guy some favor.

There are problems in Frank Mayer as he starts out or Roth does speaking about the Civil War and all these young men streaming onto the plains for adventure in this 1870 period, which is indeed when this did take place.
Mayer was born in Louisiana in 1850. His story starts in 1872 at age 22, which is fine.....the problem starts for the astute in the math.
The Civil War occurred from 1861 to 1865. That would mean Mayer was age 11 to age 15 in this Civil War restless generation if he had served.

There were no 11 year old colonels nor 15 year old colonels in the Union or Confederate militaries.

I checked in the book, and Mayer lists his occupations of market hunter, surveyor, mining engineer, rancher, magazine editor and novelist. In absolutely no guise is Soldier listed.
Examine those years again, as Gen. Custer of Michigan was a West Point graduate and by courageous death defying acts, rose to the rank of general to become a "boy General" as the press celebrated him.
After the war, fast moving up in rank was stalemated, and Gen. Custer was reduced in rank and pay by jealous contemporaries to Lt. Col., a rank he stayed after outstanding feats of bravery and victory in the Indian Wars from 1865 to 1876. That is 11 years the military did not promote the General.

As that benchmark, we can astutely deduct that no child was an officer in the Civil War as colonel in 1865, and Mayer could not have enlisted a private or graduated from West Point, which no record shows, and risen in 7 years to become a bird colonel.

This then means that Frank Mayer had to after the 1870's been in the military, and yet he was not, so his title of Col. is beyond suspect, as it would have been some self appointed rank of Colonel of the cowchips of Colorado and a rank it is highly doubtful the people of Colorado were shelling out a huge salary for with no wars taking place and a Mayer with no experience at war.

Mayer also notes he had 2000 dollars in a Philadelphia bank in 1872 which he withdrew for his "buffalo runner outfit" complete with a cost list for wagons and rifles.
Once again, Frank Mayer was a child in this era even at age 22. Yet let us take him up on the 2000 dollar figure, knowing that people were paid 30 dollars a month for being teamsters to a military low rank of private.

30 divides into 2000 dollars, 66 times plus change. That means 66 months or 5 and one half years, meaning if Frank Mayer had saved every nickle and lived on nothing as a child, he would have been working from 16 1/2 years of age to just get that 2000 dollars.
Granted he could have inherited it, but he never states where this revenue comes from, so once again the Mayer numbers do not exactly meet the Donald Trump and Gen. Patraeus child proteges of commerce and war.

There is technical data in the book which is correct on Sharp's rifles and enough salted in mentions of Col. Dodge and Billy Dixon, with slaps at Buffalo Bill, to make Mayer the expert, but as all the contemporaries were dead..............who was there to discount the real story in this, as Frank Mayer for being such an expert and man about the world of the plains, never was mentioned in Billy Dixon's, Col. Dodge's, Elizabeth Custer's, nor any other newspaper account of that time.

Something seems highly suspect in this, in Frank Mayer might well have been on the plains and hunted buffalo, but was a bit more embellished than actually took place.......including meeting Frederick Remington and claiming that Remingtons' Buffalo Wallow fight was "Mayers".

You can bluff a whole lot of people by being absolutely certain about things, and bluff a generation which never was on the plains, but the problem is in numbers and stories, that Frank Mayer's just do not quite add up at times, and hint at the same embellishment of people who used to claim to be Jesse James.

You do know that the Lonesome Dove series by that writer actually stole most of that information from Col. Washington Irving Dodge now did you not? That Larry McMurtry made a fortune off of other people's lives in the danger they faced.

The problem in this is Frank Mayer has literally shown up on PBS as a historic fact.

I never met Frank Mayer nor Charles Roth, but what this all begins to look like is an embellishment of an old man, who after all the people who lived that life were dead, started becoming the expert in doing some research to add to his experiences, which he did indeed could have had as riding across the plains like Francis Parkman for one summer wrote the Oregon Trail.
To add a personal note, I once met a Mississippi female who had all sorts of stories on being raped etc.... that after some time, I was speaking to her best friend, who told me, "She told you that? That stuff happened to me".

The fish in the boat on the lake that one loses, becomes the state record after one arrives home, and with a few beers, retelling and all the witnesses disappear, it becomes an international record.

The old west was a place filled with people who for sport created the most exaggerated blessed stories to impress pilgrims. Old Gabe would tell people that mountains grew from rocks out west, as he threw a rock at a jackrabbit one year and when he came back a butte had grown up.
Gen. Custer and Col. Tom Custer had a splendid time tormenting their brother from Michigan named Boston. On the Black Hills expedition, Tom assured Bos, that the west was full of "water rocks", and that if Bos picked these certain rocks up, and soaked them in water, they would absorb water........and the kid could get a drink from them.

Boston finally figured out after 3 days he had been had. This kind of bullsh*t is what makes up western Americans. If they like you, they will pester the hell out of you, and if they are silent, they hate you and want you to go away.

Mayer really never goes into in Indian fights, but mentions a few, which is suspect in these could have been fights he was told of by friends, as many were, and Indian fights were always good fodder around the campfires.
In that, I conclude that Frank Mayer was an embellisher, looking for attention, and after he died, Charles Roth, really embellished with some clever research to make some money off of a story like the New York Times writers did.

It is easy then to be right about things, as all the experts who lived it were dead and are not around to say, "Why I knew you...........you were the guy who used to shovel the stables for us."

Well when the facts do not add up, print the legend. PBS is good about that as they come up with Ken Burns' fiction often enough to warp the citizenry's minds.

*Amazing how Billy Dixon and Francis Parkman went into specific details about their camp crews in names, identities and backgrounds, but Frank Mayer just mentions his 'skinners' and he could keep them together as he paid them all well.

I suppose so well their names were Rockefeller, Vanderbilt, Carnegie and Ford..........all courtesy of Col. Frank Mayer's buffalo billion dollar bucks traveling road show.

PBS really needs to pull that story until more of it can be verified........as Mayer's account does not add up.


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The crucified Obamessiah


the Obamessiah crucified on the barn full of his Bullshit

Oh ye of little faith...........

This blog has observed the zealotry, the obsession, the martyrdom of their freedom when indicted for their stalking trials in the faith of the obots, for Barack Hussein Obama, and it instills a pondering in could the majority of Americans who are Birthers, Tea Partiers and Patriots be wrong, and that these disciples of this Kenyan adopted Indonesian be seeing something every one else is missing in all this global murderous wars, super depressions and lies?

Could Obama really be the messiah, the person who changes time and seasons...........oh wait that is the anti Christ.............the person who these loyal few with no self esteem cling to in the abyss, that the Great Pumpkin will rise from the patch and bring presents to all the good little boys and girls who do not doubt their Obama at his stations?

The passion of Obama, the Stations of Obama..........did not this via crucis all begin first with Jews not making the same mistake they did with the Messiah over 2000 years ago in voting for this Obama..........and the Jewish contractors rigging the vote machines so Obama could steal the election...........instead so crying, "Crucify him, Crucify him!", they instead were not taking any chances and instead cried, "Install him, Install him!"

Was not the second station in the passion of Obama, Obama given his cross.........yes that great burden of the White House on which he bore the sins of America and apologized to the world for Americans being the blight upon the world they are?

Was not Obama's third station when he fell for the first time with the help of that Pontius Pilate who sentenced him to the White House condemnation, this messiah so now loathes, in Colon Powell, who enticed Mr. Obama to trample on, run over and obliterate Dr. Martin King's day, so that all could worship this new designer negro...........and forget about the Old Martinment as the world had a New Obament for it's salvation?

Was not Obama's fourth station, in he met his mother on the road to the White House.........you know at Denver in telling the world she died of cancer fighting with insurance companies.........which was a lie, but did not Oprah cry, so the lies did not matter, because Obama was atoning for running his mum over just like Dr. King..........as he was going to fulfill his dream of being a president of some country?

Was not the fifth station of Obama, when falling as he did, that a someone from the crowd was called upon to carry Obama's cross? Did not Nancy Pelosi rise to the occasion on Obamacare and take up the implement of death to carry it for Obama?

Was not the sixth station of Obama, a woman named Mrs. Salahi wiping the hand of Obama in hand sex, showing him the unctions of a passion so many have felt like Peggy Noonan?

Was not the seventh station of Obama when he fell a second time. Yes that moment in November 2010 when America and the world rejected Obama in landslide elections and public opinion polls for the fraud he was exposed to be?

Was not the eighth station of Obama, his meeting the daughter of despair in wanting this cross removed from him as Deep Tutu, the White House Insider, reported as Obama wrestled with the last tempation in Muchelle's Garden of toxins in his quitting the White House?

Was not the ninth station of Obama when he fell for the third time, in murdering Sheik bin Laden to cover up his birth fraud?

Was not the tenth station of Obama, his being stripped naked by Congress in the budget fiasco?

Was not the eleventh station of Obama his being nailed to the cross America was carrying for him in the murder of the Navy Team Six SEALS?

Was not the twelfth station of Obama in the presidency dying at that point as his polls collapsed and only FOX news was continuing to issue propaganda for him?

Was not the thirteenth station of Obama his removing hisself from the White House to tour the tomb of his regime in the abyss of Iowa, Minnesota and Illinois?

Was not the fourteenth station of Obama, yes that station, where the loyal centurion, Bill Daley, stands poised with his sword to plunge it into the gut of the regime as proof this Marxist Manchurian regime, is dead from being nailed by Orly Taitz, Jerome Corsi, the Birthers, the Tea Partiers and all America with one deafening hammering blow after another?

Are not these the proofs which the Obama few cling to?
Is not this the banshee shrieks on Facebook?
Is this not in their dispair, everywhere which they bear
The countenance of their dreams dead which they dread
In the mourning, forlorning
The demented and lamented
Their cross and the loss
The Obamessiah, the pariah
Are not these the proofs which the Obama few cling to?
Is not this the spectre wail upon which the world in pity looks?

Who needs a Bible when the Queen, her royal highness, has already been selected as keeper of the words from the Denver Mount when Obama presented her with his Ipod Duodendum, the words of Obama, set before the world in that halo headed glow of an LED screen.

Yes this truly was the son of a Rothschild.

Yes we can...........yes we can believe...........


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Mao tse Martin

I must apologize to the King family Ladies as I just can not help but laughing at the latest Obama manifested smear of Dr. Martin King in this "memorial" for him, which from a distance looks exactly like that butcher Chairman Mao.

Frankly, I do not recall Martin King in a little Mao suit or standing with his arms folded like Mao in his entire life...........yet this made in China monstrosity is exactly that Chicom misprint.

The worst of this is, somehow Obama has got the matrix all fouled up in his Middle East meddling in this Chicom stone thing resembles the Great Sphinx.

This is beyond bizarre in how a black American liberational preacher could be transformed into a Chicom sphinx.

I recall Libby Custer literally crying that thing made for her husband right off his grave, and I could only sympathize with the King family in seeing this horrid thing unveiled, made in China, looking Chinese and melded with Egyptian pagan worship............what Baptist preacher would not just love to have Godless communism and cult worship as their final tribute?

But then, this is the Age of Obama, the Kenyan Indonesian kid who runs like a duck, doesn't smoke but stinks of smoke, is brilliant but can not think and is so American, that every regime in the world from Moscow, Peking to Tehran initiates the same Obama policies.

Mao tse Martin, the Great Sphinx...........such a tribute. I do see that David Brooks will be pleased as at least he has a nice crease in his trousers.


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