Central Park, 1934 by Carl Gustaf Nelson (born Horby, Sweden 1898-died USA 1988). Nelson took the look on the bright side advice in this painting. It is both an accurate depiction of that area of the park at the time – though he seems to have embellished the colors a bit, it does reflect the way some people were lucky enough to live. Though while he was working on this wonderful painting, in north Central Park at there was another reality. That was where “Hooverville” or the “shanty town” for the homeless was located. Painting: Smithsonian American Art Museum, Transfer from the U.S. Department of Labor.
Libertarians’ Idea of the “Most Free” State Is One of America’s Most Woman-Hating. North Dakota is conservative-libertarian paradise according to the Koch brothers affiliated The Mercatus Institute. Ironically or not, located at the public George Mason University. Imagine political philosophy was made of tangibles. The conservative-libertarian concept of freedom is like a jagged rock coated in rat poison. It means you do not have dominion over your own body except access to all the low taxed corporate grown tobacco you want. Freedom means the right to have wage slaves – this are the people who do he work who make other people wealthy. One facet to the implementation of wage slavery is the absurdly named “Right to Work” law. Laws against prostitution laws are counted by conservative-libertarians as anti-freedom, so N.D. got point off for that. Maybe they could convert the women’s health clinics they’re shutting down into centers of prostitution to get their ranking up.
Cover of the The Water Babies by Charles Kingsley, published New York : Dodd, Mead & Co., 1916. The cover and content illustration were done by Jessie Willcox Smith (September 6, 1863 – May 3, 1935). The entire book is now in the public domain and you can read it at Project Gutenberg.
“He felt the net very heavy” illustration by Smith. The illustration is at this juncture of the story,
And he groped with his net under the weeds so violently, that, as it befell, he caught poor little Tom. He felt the net very heavy; and lifted it out quickly, with Tom all entangled in the meshes.
“Dear me!” he cried. “What a large pink Holothurian; with hands, too! It must be connected with Synapta.”
And he took him out.
“It has actually eyes!” he cried. “Why, it must be a Cephalopod! This is most extraordinary!”
“No, I ain’t!” cried Tom, as loud as he could; for he did not like to be called bad names.
“It is a water-baby!” cried Ellie; and of course it was.
“Water-fiddlesticks, my dear!” said the professor; and he turned away sharply.
There was no denying it. It was a water-baby: and he had said a moment ago that there were none. What was he to do?