As long as the Temper and Intellects of Mankind shall remain in this wretched and disordered State, nothing truly good is likely to be done. We must therefore wait with Patience for better Times; hoping, that kind Providence will inspire one Part of the Community with sounder Understandings, and the other with better Hearts.

All over-grown Cities are formidable in another View, and therefore ought not to be encouraged by new Privileges, to grow still more dangerous; for they are, and ever were, the Seats of Faction and Sedition, and the Nurseries of Anarchy and Confusion. A daring, and desperate Leader, in any great Metropolis, at the Head of a numerous Mob, is terrible to the Peace of Society, even in the most despotic Governments:—But in London, where the People are the most licentious upon Earth,—In London, where the Populace are daily taught, that they have an unalienable Right to be self-governed;—and that their Rulers are no other than their Servants:—In London, where nothing is held sacred, but the Will of the People [blasphemously called, the Voice of God] what are you to expect from an Addition of Privilege and Power, but an Encrease of the most daring Outrages, and the Subversion of Law and Government? The audacious Villanies recently committed in June, 1780, are sufficient, one would think, to give any Man a Surfeit of the very Idea of adding still greater Influence and Power to a London Mob.

Once more, If a Man has any Sense of Rectitude and good Morals, or has a Spark of Goodness and Humanity remaining, he cannot wish to entice men into great Cities by fresh Allurements. Such Places are already become the Bane of Mankind in every Sense, in their Healths, their Fortunes, their Morals, Religion, &c. &c. &c. And it is observable of London in particular, that were no fresh Recruits, Male and Female, to come out of the Country, to supply those Devastations which Vice, Intemperance, Brothels, and the Gallows are continually making, the whole human Species in that City would be soon exhausted: For the Number of Deaths exceed the Births by at least 7000 every Year.

The U.P. is a forbidding place—dark,
endless winters, gloomy forests, hordes of biting insects, fearsome wildlife and desperate human inhabitants. Visiting the Upper Peninsula will be one of the worst mistakes of your life. I can guarantee that once you get here, your entire energy will be devoted to how to flee.

The local residents know all this but cannot or will not leave because they are addicted to suffering. Just consider these names of only a few locations in the U.P.: Misery Bay, Dismal Seepage, Germfask, Pine Stump Junction, Hog Island. Don’t those names conjure up beauty and tranquility? Paraphrasing Gertrude Stein, there is no here, here. Why would you want to visit 16,347 square miles of desolation?

The Upper Peninsula is beyond the end of the road. It is far away from any modern civilization, and the residents don’t like to follow any of your usual rules. If you want to have a good time on your vacation, don’t expect it up here—head for the Wisconsin Dells or Disney World instead.

You probably think I’m exaggerating.
Well, let me tell you about what happened last deer season at the Kernow Hunting Camp in Big Bay.

The members of the Kernow Camp are all getting a bit long in the tooth and most of them are nursing various ailments. Instead of hunting alone, they decided to pair up so that if someone had a problem, his partner could summon help. Old Bernie Medlyn, who had been through some heart troubles, was paired with his good buddy, Harvey Treloar, and on opening day they went up to a new deer blind on the Salmon Trout River.

It was almost dark when Harvey struggled back into camp dragging a beautiful eight-point buck. All the old guys ran out of the cabin to admire Harvey’s deer. It was the best whitetail buck taken at Kernow Camp in many years and Harvey basked in all the praise and awe. When the excitement had settled down, Alex Pentreath asked, “Say, Harvey, where’s Bernie?”

Harvey looked down at his deer and then up at the circle of his longtime hunting buddies. “Well, guys, Bernie got real sick after lunch... and he died,” Harvey said. There was a collective audible sigh of shock and disbelief.

“But Harvey,” Alex said incredulously,
“you dragged this here buck back to camp and left Bernie in the woods?”

Harvey took off his blaze orange Stormy Kromer hat, looked down admiringly at his eight-point buck and replied, “No one’s going to steal Bernie.” The men looked at each other, nodded in agreement and filed back into the camp to have a celebratory drink to Harvey’s successful hunt.

GREEN BAY, WI (WTAQ) — After Thursday nights third shift, which goes into Friday morning, the Kwik Trip at 515 W. Walnut Street near downtown Green Bay will no longer have overnight hours.

No exact reasons were given for the change, but Green Bay Common Council President, Brian Johnson, says certain behaviors occur at businesses with overnight hours.

“Late night hours sometimes attract individuals that maybe have been out and have had too much [to drink], I don’t think it’s any secret that sex trafficking is a real thing, and those activities often occur in parking lots when businesses are open,” said Johnson. “Also, panhandling continues to be an issue in our downtown.”

Johnson added that management at this Kwik Trip location has always been proactive with calls for service; and that Kwik Trip’s conditional use permit (CUP) would not prohibit them from reversing this decision in the future.

kwik Trip’s new hours will be daily from 5 a.m. to 10 p.m. However, overnight unattended fueling will remain available, which means canopy lights and dispensers will stay on.