The final broadcast before the old studio is disassembled:
1. 0:00:00 Introduction
2. 0:02:50 Where the Tea Party started (hint: it begins with 6 and ends with radio)
3. 0:11:20 Secret recording of ATF agent admitting knowledge of Fast & Furious scandal
4. 0:18:16 Slashdot has become a cesspool of liberal thought
5. 0:27:36 A perfect storm of 10 issues facing the US today
6. 0:41:41 Cowardly talk show hosts leave New York State
7. 0:51:43 The history of 6th Street Radio, as told through Apollo 13
20111001-162915-b.mp3
20111001-162915-b.ogg
Stay tuned for the next broadcast from the NEW STUDIO!
Tuesday, October 4, 2011
Sunday, September 18, 2011
6SR: Very a Mawtch Kat
We had to take apart the studio recently. I put it back together, and this is a sound check.
6sr-2011-09-18-very-a-mawtch-kat.ogg
6sr-2011-09-18-very-a-mawtch-kat.ogg
Tuesday, August 2, 2011
POLITICS of America's Turning Point
I heard in a radio sweeper today that Mr. Levin looks forward to August
2nd. He says it will be our new July 4th. I couldn't agree more.
When Obama was first elected, I was disappointed, but not that much. I
didn't vote for the "R" candidate either. I thought Obama might have a
chance, heal an old racial wound, maybe be a good Clinton or JFK and
have the good they do be only slightly outweighed by the damage they
inflict.
Then came the health care bill. The most devastating legal action taken
against American exceptionalism, even American political thought, since
the founding of Social Security back a few generations ago. It became
VERY clear that this man had taken the reigns of the Democrat party and
was determined to lead it BACK toward slavery, back to where the ruling
class makes all the decisions, and us workers need to shut up and pick
our cotton.
But then there came hope! The election in 2010 sounds a resounding
trumpet of Americans who believe in self-determination, who believe in
self-government, who believe that government is by definition a BURDEN
which should be minimized to the smallest form possible (and no smaller,
of course). The breaks were applied and I once again had hope that we
would not become just another European socialist state...
And that brings us to today. This is perhaps the MOST important point
in American history, to date. Do we believe that America's founding --
the one that eradicated slavery within its borders and brought liberty
and freedom to millions -- should stand true? Or should it be
re-written to canonize the role of government as caretaker and elevate
the humble social servant as nurse, teacher, preacher and guide? In
less rhetorical words: do we believe that private success should be
lauded, or punished? Should economic production be the role of the
government, or of the citizen? Should we lean directly on God himself,
or a higher power ONLY IF that higher power is the governing body ruling
over us?
What happens in the next few weeks is key, and here's why:
When I was living in Europe, I went through a few political election
cycles. "Socialist" and "Communist" are not bad words on that
continent. They proudly run under these banners and do in fact win
seats, every time. Yet, the European man (at least where I was) are
fiercely independent and loathe the high tax rate and government burden
they have to carry. How could such strong people bend so easily to the
will of a socialist union?
The answer is simple: it's the status quo. It is that way, because it's
always been that way. The European states can choose between hyper-left
governors, or center-left governors; those who think a person is
entitled to be taxed at a 100% rate, and those who think it should be
cut to only 75%. If our representatives do not hold the line on taxes
in this current debate, then they will be DESTROYED in the next
election. The left will again win the super majority. Constitutionalism
will fade, and we will become a socialist state. We will look back on
this time and wonder how government could /ever/ survive on only taking
a tiny 30% portion of a rich man's gigantic $60k income (which my
current total tax rate, FYI). Reducing this rate would mean riots in
the streets, crippling labor strikes, government collapse, anarchy, etc..
In a very real sense, this moment is our Gettysburg.
-dave
2nd. He says it will be our new July 4th. I couldn't agree more.
When Obama was first elected, I was disappointed, but not that much. I
didn't vote for the "R" candidate either. I thought Obama might have a
chance, heal an old racial wound, maybe be a good Clinton or JFK and
have the good they do be only slightly outweighed by the damage they
inflict.
Then came the health care bill. The most devastating legal action taken
against American exceptionalism, even American political thought, since
the founding of Social Security back a few generations ago. It became
VERY clear that this man had taken the reigns of the Democrat party and
was determined to lead it BACK toward slavery, back to where the ruling
class makes all the decisions, and us workers need to shut up and pick
our cotton.
But then there came hope! The election in 2010 sounds a resounding
trumpet of Americans who believe in self-determination, who believe in
self-government, who believe that government is by definition a BURDEN
which should be minimized to the smallest form possible (and no smaller,
of course). The breaks were applied and I once again had hope that we
would not become just another European socialist state...
And that brings us to today. This is perhaps the MOST important point
in American history, to date. Do we believe that America's founding --
the one that eradicated slavery within its borders and brought liberty
and freedom to millions -- should stand true? Or should it be
re-written to canonize the role of government as caretaker and elevate
the humble social servant as nurse, teacher, preacher and guide? In
less rhetorical words: do we believe that private success should be
lauded, or punished? Should economic production be the role of the
government, or of the citizen? Should we lean directly on God himself,
or a higher power ONLY IF that higher power is the governing body ruling
over us?
What happens in the next few weeks is key, and here's why:
When I was living in Europe, I went through a few political election
cycles. "Socialist" and "Communist" are not bad words on that
continent. They proudly run under these banners and do in fact win
seats, every time. Yet, the European man (at least where I was) are
fiercely independent and loathe the high tax rate and government burden
they have to carry. How could such strong people bend so easily to the
will of a socialist union?
The answer is simple: it's the status quo. It is that way, because it's
always been that way. The European states can choose between hyper-left
governors, or center-left governors; those who think a person is
entitled to be taxed at a 100% rate, and those who think it should be
cut to only 75%. If our representatives do not hold the line on taxes
in this current debate, then they will be DESTROYED in the next
election. The left will again win the super majority. Constitutionalism
will fade, and we will become a socialist state. We will look back on
this time and wonder how government could /ever/ survive on only taking
a tiny 30% portion of a rich man's gigantic $60k income (which my
current total tax rate, FYI). Reducing this rate would mean riots in
the streets, crippling labor strikes, government collapse, anarchy, etc..
In a very real sense, this moment is our Gettysburg.
-dave
Tuesday, September 7, 2010
Mountaintop Revival
Mountain Top Revival
or Why I Love Renee
View Original
A love letter is an intense, personal affair. It consumes your mind and frustrates your vocabulary as you attempt to distill the most ancient and potent feelings into words. It's a personal communication, from one to his beloved, not to be seen or shared beyond the secret world that exists within true love. It's poetic, terse, sappy, slightly gay, allusive, obtuse, opaque, obsequious and clairvoyant, and most certainly not funny. I assure you, this is not a love letter (although it did have its knees removed).
Its rather futile to try and define love among people without common values. The Bible says that a man who would lay down his life for his friend shows perhaps the greatest love. I have intense respect and gratitude for the soldier who faces this greatest sacrifice, and pray that it may never be needed. A mother's love cannot be equaled, and those who deliver this selfless love deserve honor and loyalty, as does my own mother for the love she's shown myself and my siblings. But the love between a man and wife is a different thing altogether. The Book says a man should leave his family, and become one with his beloved. That he should lead her, guide her, protect her, present her faultless to The Almighty on the day of judgment, redeemed and saved and walking together in the light of truth. But which is love? Is it the cause, or the effect? Do I do these things because I love her? Or do I love her because God has led me to do these things?
This, I think, is what Peter called the “profound mystery” of the love between man and wife, of Christ and the church. Does Christ love us – His church – because he sacrificed so much, or was his sacrifice the result of his love for us? And, I know, at this point I have lost most of my readers. For the 3 of you who are left, I'll bring it back down to earth. The “profound mystery” that I see is the fact that love itself is a decision, not an emotion. Yet love shows itself in some of the most powerful, intense emotions, and just as much in the most fleeting, and barely noticeable ones.
My father, as he is wont to do, recently challenged whether my love for Renee was true. He had witnessed an early morning scrimmage between her and I over what the afternoon plans would be. I tought nothing of it at the time, but it was enough to plant the seed of doubt in my father's mind that I, a fiercely independent soul, was again being bossed around by my “better” half. I learned two things: one, you don't air out your dirty laundry no matter how minor you both might consider it to be; and two, that dear ol' dad was right. If we had ended up going antiquing or yard-sale-ing or shoe shopping or whatever-the-heck-else she had wanted to do that day, I would have resented her for it. And that seed if disdain would have grown larger and larger, and my will weaker and weaker, as we trudged forward in our one-sided relationship. But that didn't happen. She understood that we had different things to do that day, and we went our separate ways for the afternoon and met up again after church, refreshed and even more in love than when we had parted.
My Sweat Pea spent a lot of her childhood in Vermont, beyond the hilly Green Mountain Range, in country so beautiful and American it makes you want to stand up and salute The Revolution. Her mother still lives out there, on the family property, and we visit her often. From here in upstate, the two-lane road winds through hills and valleys, between snow-capped mountains, skids over creeks and flies flat over reservoirs toward the sleepy little town of our destination. About 20 minutes before we arrive, we pass over the highest point of the trip, Hogback Mountain Lookout. Every time we pass it, Renee comments on the restaurant there, and how they used to have the best breakfast around. The restaurant is closed now, a victim of hard economic times, its expansive deck staring silently into the expanse that lies before it. This particular time, we round the sloping left-hand curve that bends around the entrance to the abandoned eatery, and I think to myself how much of a shame it is that the restaurant is gone, even though I've never been there. It needs a reopening, a revival. At that moment, almost as if she had been reading my thoughts, my Sweetie turns to me and says, “I'm so glad I'm with you.”
My friends, I am in love.
or Why I Love Renee
View Original
A love letter is an intense, personal affair. It consumes your mind and frustrates your vocabulary as you attempt to distill the most ancient and potent feelings into words. It's a personal communication, from one to his beloved, not to be seen or shared beyond the secret world that exists within true love. It's poetic, terse, sappy, slightly gay, allusive, obtuse, opaque, obsequious and clairvoyant, and most certainly not funny. I assure you, this is not a love letter (although it did have its knees removed).
Its rather futile to try and define love among people without common values. The Bible says that a man who would lay down his life for his friend shows perhaps the greatest love. I have intense respect and gratitude for the soldier who faces this greatest sacrifice, and pray that it may never be needed. A mother's love cannot be equaled, and those who deliver this selfless love deserve honor and loyalty, as does my own mother for the love she's shown myself and my siblings. But the love between a man and wife is a different thing altogether. The Book says a man should leave his family, and become one with his beloved. That he should lead her, guide her, protect her, present her faultless to The Almighty on the day of judgment, redeemed and saved and walking together in the light of truth. But which is love? Is it the cause, or the effect? Do I do these things because I love her? Or do I love her because God has led me to do these things?
This, I think, is what Peter called the “profound mystery” of the love between man and wife, of Christ and the church. Does Christ love us – His church – because he sacrificed so much, or was his sacrifice the result of his love for us? And, I know, at this point I have lost most of my readers. For the 3 of you who are left, I'll bring it back down to earth. The “profound mystery” that I see is the fact that love itself is a decision, not an emotion. Yet love shows itself in some of the most powerful, intense emotions, and just as much in the most fleeting, and barely noticeable ones.
My father, as he is wont to do, recently challenged whether my love for Renee was true. He had witnessed an early morning scrimmage between her and I over what the afternoon plans would be. I tought nothing of it at the time, but it was enough to plant the seed of doubt in my father's mind that I, a fiercely independent soul, was again being bossed around by my “better” half. I learned two things: one, you don't air out your dirty laundry no matter how minor you both might consider it to be; and two, that dear ol' dad was right. If we had ended up going antiquing or yard-sale-ing or shoe shopping or whatever-the-heck-else she had wanted to do that day, I would have resented her for it. And that seed if disdain would have grown larger and larger, and my will weaker and weaker, as we trudged forward in our one-sided relationship. But that didn't happen. She understood that we had different things to do that day, and we went our separate ways for the afternoon and met up again after church, refreshed and even more in love than when we had parted.
My Sweat Pea spent a lot of her childhood in Vermont, beyond the hilly Green Mountain Range, in country so beautiful and American it makes you want to stand up and salute The Revolution. Her mother still lives out there, on the family property, and we visit her often. From here in upstate, the two-lane road winds through hills and valleys, between snow-capped mountains, skids over creeks and flies flat over reservoirs toward the sleepy little town of our destination. About 20 minutes before we arrive, we pass over the highest point of the trip, Hogback Mountain Lookout. Every time we pass it, Renee comments on the restaurant there, and how they used to have the best breakfast around. The restaurant is closed now, a victim of hard economic times, its expansive deck staring silently into the expanse that lies before it. This particular time, we round the sloping left-hand curve that bends around the entrance to the abandoned eatery, and I think to myself how much of a shame it is that the restaurant is gone, even though I've never been there. It needs a reopening, a revival. At that moment, almost as if she had been reading my thoughts, my Sweetie turns to me and says, “I'm so glad I'm with you.”
My friends, I am in love.
Thursday, July 1, 2010
6SR: FZ on Crossfire, circa 1986
Found this episode on the ewe-toobe. I think everything that FZ says is totally on point and I completely agree. He gets the opposition to argue that people should not participate in democracy, and he himself argues that words, while they have unequaled power, can never be censored.
6SR-fz-crossfire-20100701.mp3
6SR-fz-crossfire-20100701.mp3
Friday, May 28, 2010
6SR: Klintos Live 2010-05-28, Breaking the Silence
The lack of content on the various interblags has inspired our beloved host to post a NEW PODCAST! First segment is about the pod-o cast-o, the second about national politics, and the third about personal matters. Listen and be joyful!
Originally recorded live, this afternoon of May 28, 2010, and edited for proper podcast posting.
6sr-20100528-194050-klintos.mp3
6sr-20100528-194050-klintos.ogg
Originally recorded live, this afternoon of May 28, 2010, and edited for proper podcast posting.
6sr-20100528-194050-klintos.mp3
6sr-20100528-194050-klintos.ogg
Saturday, April 17, 2010
6sr with new content management system
I just installed the famed Drupal onto the master 6th Street Radio Server (raskolnikov). Observe:
http://6thstreetradio.org/cms
I tried posting a few links to my dork-twitter page (http://twitter.com/ddombrowsky), and every time I did so, it spiked the load on my web server to 30. It probably has something to do with it having 120 MEGABYTES OF RAM. We still runnin ghetto here at the United 6SR.
[652] davek@raskolnikov:~>cat /proc/cpuinfo
processor : 0
vendor_id : GenuineIntel
cpu family : 6
model : 8
model name : Pentium III (Coppermine)
stepping : 3
cpu MHz : 398.794
[...]
[653] davek@raskolnikov:~>cat /proc/meminfo
MemTotal: 118320 kB
MemFree: 18784 kB
[...]
We rock the free world, man.
http://6thstreetradio.org/cms
I tried posting a few links to my dork-twitter page (http://twitter.com/ddombrowsky), and every time I did so, it spiked the load on my web server to 30. It probably has something to do with it having 120 MEGABYTES OF RAM. We still runnin ghetto here at the United 6SR.
[652] davek@raskolnikov:~>cat /proc/cpuinfo
processor : 0
vendor_id : GenuineIntel
cpu family : 6
model : 8
model name : Pentium III (Coppermine)
stepping : 3
cpu MHz : 398.794
[...]
[653] davek@raskolnikov:~>cat /proc/meminfo
MemTotal: 118320 kB
MemFree: 18784 kB
[...]
We rock the free world, man.
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