Hal Wick doesn’t think the Reagan Initiative is necessary. He’s afraid it might backfire. By providing an agenda for the Convention, and a basis for organizing it, it’s designed to allay the fears of a runaway. Hal thinks it might stoke them.
He’s going to Arizona next week to see family, and promised to go to Phoenix to touch base with sponsor Bob Thorpe. He may even get to see Senate President Andy Biggs, the man between us and a win in Arizona. He’ll get the lay of the land, and see if he can help come up with a plan of action for next year. One that doesn’t include the Reagan Initiative. It will be interesting to see what he thinks. I’m all ears.
Thorpe has made some D.C. liberals uncomfortable. He got a bill passed that directs state agencies and sheriffs to ignore executive orders from Obama. It’s nullification lite, and an idea that might have some merit. I’m not sure. I admire him for coming up with it. I haven’t met him. I hope he can get to Seattle.
Earlier today I wrote a little about the first Americans, the Virginians. The Puritan political philosophy was communistic, in that land, and the proceeds thereof, was all to be shared. From each according to his ability, to each according to his need. The preachers would decide these things. It was a kind of religious tyranny. As you can imagine, that didn’t work out well. They nearly starved to death. Many of them did. Then they saw the light, became capitalists, survived, and celebrated at the first Thanksgiving.
They weren’t communists in Virginia, they were feudalists. The rich men who financed the whole thing wanted to be landed gentry, and to monopolize political power. Everybody else would have to work for them. The poor, who were the vast majority, simply refused. They wouldn’t work unless they had their own land. They also nearly starved to death. And many of them did. Then the rich relented, and gave land to the poor, who soon prospered. They found a crop, tobacco, they could sell in England, and had the basis of an economy.
Two of these people were my ancestors. In 1633 they had a son, James, who was the first Pettyjohn born in this country. He married Isabel Heath, and they had four children. I am descended from their youngest, John. John’s grandson, also named John, now in Delaware, was a soldier in the Revolutionary War. It’s possible that he served under Washington.
In 2033 I’ll be 88 years old, if I’m alive. My family is long lived. My sons have promised me they’ll get me back to Virginia on the Fourth of July. We’ll all celebrate the 400th birthday of James Pettyjohn.