tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2495971764170848323.post309805319876974846..comments2024-03-22T06:53:58.375+00:00Comments on When I'm King: Our DayBatsbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06426643733506493701noreply@blogger.comBlogger6125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2495971764170848323.post-91108557319317174272013-10-18T20:14:04.568+01:002013-10-18T20:14:04.568+01:00Oh and... Fatchaaaaaa! Oh and... Fatchaaaaaa! Batsbyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06426643733506493701noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2495971764170848323.post-46800599262459241922013-10-18T20:13:42.107+01:002013-10-18T20:13:42.107+01:00D'oh! None of this earnestness really works wh...D'oh! None of this earnestness really works when you find I really don't give a shit, does it? My blog, my rules! <br /><br />As ever, those on the left wear their humourectomies on their sleeves. ;o) Batsbyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06426643733506493701noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2495971764170848323.post-14050189204998885462013-10-18T18:26:58.934+01:002013-10-18T18:26:58.934+01:00DOH! None of this slagging off really works when y...DOH! None of this slagging off really works when you find out it's got nowt to do with council employees does it folks?Rogerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10361271782290434613noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2495971764170848323.post-34905571524308505272013-10-18T17:25:30.134+01:002013-10-18T17:25:30.134+01:00Just to set the record straight, Deadwood was a mi...Just to set the record straight, Deadwood was a mining camp like many other Western towns, in which the first wave were honest hardworking miners, followed in short order by all the spivs, who stayed only long enough to do the hardworking miners out of their money-- which wasn't so hard, considering that, hey, it got lonely up there in the Black Hills, that proverbial place in which "there [was] gold in them thar." So the miners, who might ordinarily simply just go to bed after a hard day of digging, might, if they had a few flakes of gold for their effort, hazard the odd visit to the fleshpots once in awhile.<br /><br />Once the placer gold, i.e., the loose gold, was all scooped up, usually within a year (at the most), the miners would have to work digging in REAL mines, which were all owned by venture capitalists (who had bought the surrounding land where the deep deposits were likely to be located), men who took a dim view of gunplay and a surfeit of shady characters (the odd whore or two might be all right, as well as maybe one crap table dealer in a saloon), and had the knaves despatched rather quickly, one way or another. A mining camp's heyday was rather brief and self-limiting. And usually it was the criminals killing each other, a circumstance to which the marshal might be tempted to turn a blind eye. <br /><br />In short, the era of Deadwood-the-lawless was exceedingly brief.<br /><br />Had Twitter existed in the 1880's I have no doubt but what the marshal would have had all the time in the world to tweet. The lawless element would have gone to Tombstone by then. A fitting place for all the modern deadwood to be today (well, under one, at any rate).Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2495971764170848323.post-61330990086344167662013-10-18T12:57:54.443+01:002013-10-18T12:57:54.443+01:00It's a paradigm. Let's form a steering gr...It's a paradigm. Let's form a steering group.Chris Fleminghttp://chrisdfleming.wordpress.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2495971764170848323.post-66265599988602464572013-10-18T10:00:32.924+01:002013-10-18T10:00:32.924+01:00Howdy pardner, wish I'd known about #ourdayHowdy pardner, wish I'd known about #ourdayAnonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10393017531756033312noreply@blogger.com