Raspberries: Needs No Punchline

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Levi Johnston, Joe the Plumber, and Roland Burris walk into a bar...
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WWWtW-Watch #23: Catholic Charities?

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The Legion of the Damned over at What's Wrong With the World is predictably having a field day with the death of liberal Catholic Sen. Edward M. Kennedy. One of the W4 minions (I think they call him "Frankie") felt it necessary to give additional exposure to a hatchet job by a self-righteous outfit which cynically calls itself Human Life International. As the piece in question amounts to a verbal desecration of Sen. Kennedy's corpse, I will not reiterate Frankie's incredibly poor taste by providing a link to it. As it the purpose of my WWWtW-Watch feature to expose these soi disant "Christians" for the loveless crypto-fascists that they truly are, however, I will provide this link to the relevant comments section. Hold your nose and check it out.

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Reflections: I, Me, Mine

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Ownership is a contingent, illusory thing. Some of the stuff you "own" will outlast you; you will outlast some of the stuff you own. At any time, circumstance, the law, or a person stronger or more powerful than you can take from you that which you own. In the end, we all inevitably learn that death owns our temporal self, and that God owns the part that doesn't die. So what do you "own?" You perhaps own the anxiety that is generated by your fear of losing that over which your control is so very tenuous.
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Readings: Black Swan Rising

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Last night, for the first time in a long time, I took from the shelf The Gary Snyder Reader. In a prose piece about a trip to Australia, Snyder relates the following anecdote, spoken by one of his traveling companions, John Stokes, during a discussion of the disappearance of a baby from a public campground which had been big news the year before:

Stokes then reports what [poet] Robert Bly said at a talk in Adelaide. Bly was commenting on the thirteen young women who all mysteriously disappeared from a picnic at Hanging Rock in the 1890s. No one found out what happened to any of them. Bly says, “You want to know what happened to the girls at Hanging Rock? Because you Australians won’t give the aborigines their land back, your women are going to disappear. What happens then? They turn into black swans and the black swans turn into B52s. How do I know? Because that’s what happened in America.” Very useful commentary, Mr. Bly.

Indeed. I can make use of that by relating it to this quote from G.K. Chesterton’s novel, The Man Who Was Thursday, which I am also currently reading:

Like any man, [Syme] was coward enough to fear great force; but he was not quite coward enough to admire it.

Neither, one suspects, was Crazy Horse. Pray for Virginia Dare.

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Reflections: Same Old-Same Old

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Those among us who believe that “9/11 Changed Everything!” tend to be equally divided between the Weenies and the Pussies. All members of each of these clans belong to the tribe, Moloch-Worshipping Golems.
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Reflections: Conservatives Take Note

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Cognitive dissonance American style: We model ourselves on the Roman Empire, the very totalitarian monstrosity that butchered our Savior.
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R.I.P. - Sen. Edward M. Kennedy

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It occurs to me, now that he's gone, that Teddy Kennedy may well be the Last Great Man. Certainly nobody from my generation can even pretend to have accomplished so much for so many by hard work, political know-how, human caring and other-directedness, as Ted Kennedy has accomplished with his huge volume of important legislation. We are now being led that much more exclusively by hyper-partisan, self-serving, intellectual and moral midgets.

So Caroline is the last (wo)man standing. My advice to her: Get thee to a nunnery.

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