Monday, December 16, 2013
Quality of Will
Commenting on the narcissistic behavior of Barack Hussein Obama at the Nelson Mandela memorial in a piece at the New York Post titled How the West was lost by the selfie president, Michael Goodwin poses the following question.
Hitler’s greatest mistake was being born too soon. If he were on the march now, would there be will in Washington and London to stop him?
If, and it’s a big if, there were/are men of good will in politics, good will as described by Fran Porretto, then the answer to Goodwin’s hypothetical question would be yes.
Unfortunately, there is a distinct lack of quality of will, good will, in politics, and there has been for some time. The type of wills people throughout the world have to contend with nowadays in politicians is akin to the type of wills that Lenin desired in socialist lackeys, as articulated in Lenin’s Telegram to Comrades Kuraev, Bosh, Minkin, and other Penza communists.
Chairman of the Council
Of People’s Commissars
From Moscow, the Kremlin.
To Comrades Kuraev, Bosh, Minkin and other Penza communists.
Comrades! The uprising by the five kulak volosts must be mercilessly suppressed. The interest of the entire revolution demands this, for we are now facing everywhere the “final decisive battle” with the kulaks. We need to set an example.
1. You need to hang (hang without fail, so that the people see) no fewer than 100 of the notorious kulaks, the rich and the bloodsuckers.
2. Publish their names.
3. Take all their grain from them.
4. Appoint the hostages — in accordance with yesterday’s telegram.
This needs to be done in such a way that the people for hundreds of versts around will see, tremble, know and shout: they are throttling and will throttle the bloodsucking kulaks.
Telegraph us concerning receipt and implementation.
PS. Find tougher people.
Don’t kid yourselves. The only types of wills involved in politics are wills to power, lacking any semblance of quality, or unquestioning lackeys such as the type that Lenin surrounded himself with.
Will The Real Santa Please Stand Up
One would not be remiss in thinking that Santa Claus is, in fact, real, and not simply Yes, Virginia, there is a Santa Claus real, based on the amount of press being generated over Megyn Kelly’s dumb remarks; might I add dumb blonde dumb remarks as I mentioned here; regarding the racial makeup of Santa and Jesus.
And while anthropology may support Santa and Jesus as being white folk, science ya know, Tam pretty much nails what color Santa is.
...SANTA CLAUS IS WHATEVER COLOR YOUR PARENTS ARE, MORON!
And while I find Tam’s Santa color hypothesis very supportable, I would be remiss if I did not point out that Santas throughout the world are Rare Exports from Finland. Ho, Ho, Ho!
Link to anthropological support of Santa being white obtained here.
Thursday, December 12, 2013
Perennial Problems of Man Quote
It is not easy to understand that the perennial problems of man’s existence in history will reappear on every level of historical achievement in a period when the changes in conditions of his life are so great as to create the illusion that new conditions and achievements have eliminated the perennial problems. (ital. by ed.)
Reinhold Niebuhr, The Nature and Destiny of Man, Charles Scribner’s Sons, New York, 1949, II. Human Destiny, pg. 181
Monday, December 09, 2013
It seems, somehow, incongruous to preface the word mush, a thick porridge, with the word delicious, as not many individuals will necessarily consider mush a culinary treat, but it can be.
Moes (mush) is a stick to your ribs kind of meal, good to sit down to in the winter months. The recipe is quite simple, and, I think, probably quite healthy for you too. Here’s how my Mum makes it, and us kids still follow the recipe to this day.
Peel five (5) pounds of potatoes (my Mum prefers Michigan white potatoes but good russets will do) and put in large pot, just barely covering with water. Don’t forget to salt them.
Add 1/3 to 1/2 cup barley
Take a good sized bundle of kale and coarsely chop and place on top of potatoes in pot (pack it in as the kale will reduce during cooking)
Top the kale with a quality mettwurst or smoked sausage of your choice
Bring this to a boil and cook until potatoes are tender to the fork
When potatoes are cooked through, remove pot from stove
Remove mettwurst to a plate and set aside for the moment
Pour off water remaining in pot (be sure to set some of this aside in case you need to add a bit of moisture later)
Mash together the potatoes, kale and barley, adding set aside water if needed
Slice the mettwurst into 1 1/2 to 2 inch chunks to serve alongside the moes
You’re ready to eat some delicious mush.
My Mum always serves dill pickles with moes, and she also likes to pour a bit of apple cider vinegar on her moes. Though I pass on the vinegar, myself, dill pickles are a nice accompaniment. Enjoy.
Tuesday, December 03, 2013
Message to Police, Lines in the Sand
Video, which runs 7:46, can be viewed at any of the above links.
Monday, December 02, 2013
Bezos’ Amazon Prime Air Will Imitate Kamen Segway Revolution Fail
Remember when Dean Kamen’s Segway was going to revolutionize transportation? Supposedly, anyway.
Well, Jeff Bezos of Amazon supposedly is going to revolutionize delivery of Amazon packages with Amazon Prime Air, delivery of packages, by drones, within a half hour of placing an order. Good luck with that.
I predict that Bezo’s Amazon Prime Air will fall as flat as Kamen’s Segway.
UPDATE (12.04.2013): Bezos’ Amazon Prime Air competitor. Introducing O.W.L.S.
Friday, November 29, 2013
Poverty Fighting Condoms?
According to Dr. Papa Salif Sow, of the Bill and Melinda Gates Foundation, Bill Gates’ project to produce a better condom has the potential, amongst other things, to be a powerful weapon in the fight against poverty.
A redesigned condom that overcomes inconvenience, fumbling, or perceived loss of pleasure would be a powerful weapon in the fight against poverty.
While I can appreciate the fact that fewer births, resulting in lower populations, theoretically results in less demand for limited goods and services, and thus could be construed as beneficial in reducing poverty, I hardly think that a redesigned condom will be considered as a weapon in the fight against poverty by individuals desiring enhanced pleasure while having a roll in the hay.
Monday, November 25, 2013
1937 Fairchild 24H Sweepstakes
Interested in winning a fully restored 1937 Fairchild 24H? Nice looking plane. EAA Fairchild Sweepstakes.
Six Years Ago, Today
The above photo is the last I ever had taken with my Dad, about a year before he passed away.
Dad looks at bit worn, in that picture, and when I look at it I think about the last night I spent with Dad as he lay dying in the hospital. On that night, November 24th, Dad, I believe, was aware he was shortly going to leave this life on earth. He was beat.
I was alone with him that night, and there are two moments which stand clearly in my mind. As beat as Dad was that night, he asked me to get him to the edge of the hospital bed because he wanted to have his face and hands washed. Even as his life was ebbing away, he still retained a desire to look presentable.
I got Dad up on the edge of the bed, and kneeling before him, I gently washed his face and hands. This was a humbling moment for me, and I remember fighting back tears at the profound thanks my Dad gave me for attending to him in this way. It was difficult to accept his utter helplessness at this moment in his life. The man who had brought me up, who had cared for me, was now being cared for by me. We had traded places.
About a half hour after this, as my Dad lay eyes shut, quiet and exhausted in that hospital bed, he opened his eyes, looked at me, and said, “John, open that white door for me.”, and pointed to the wall opposite his bed. I asked Dad, “What door?”, as there was no white door opposite his bed. Dad then said to me, “Can’t you see that white door?” I asked him, again, “What white door, Dad? Where is it?”, and he pointed again to the wall opposite his bed, and said, “Right there, John, can’t you see it?” I had to tell my Dad that, no, I couldn’t see the door, because there was no white door on that wall, or anywhere within that hospital room. I can still clearly see the disappoint in my Dad’s eyes at my inability to see that white door, which he clearly wanted opened so that he could proceed through it.
Shortly after this, my Dad lapsed into silence, and that night into unconsciousness, dying during the afternoon of the next day, six years ago, today.
I miss my Dad greatly, but am thankful for the upbringing he bestowed upon me, and all my brothers and sisters. I pray that I carry on, and pass on to my children, the humble greatness he carried throughout his life.
Friday, November 22, 2013
“Mendigos De Paris”
Just prior to running to the airport to reclaim my Lovely Melis from her most recent travels, I stopped by an estate sale; it was the last day and everything was 50% off; and purchased this, which everyone else who had been through the sale had passed up.
This is the first original oil on canvas I have ever purchased. The painting is by Lucio Ruiz-Poveda, Luziano, a Spanish artist, whom, as far as I am able to ascertain, is living in Madrid. The title of the painting is translated as “Beggars of Paris.” I like it, though the Lovely Melis is a bit uncertain about it at the moment.
Here’s another work by Luziano, which is titled El Clochar Marcel (Montmarte street person), which I also like.
Thursday, November 21, 2013
Atheists Confused About Church and Worship
A couple of weeks ago, a news story hit the wires under the headline Atheist ‘Mega-Churches’ Take Root Across US, World.
I had laughed to myself, when I read the story, because the atheists promoting these putative churches are as confused as Alain de Botton, or they lack a solid grasp of the English language, or both. Even my atheist internet friend, Greg Swann, has succumbed to the confusion.
If words have meaning, and they do, a church, as defined in the English language, is “a building that is used for Christian services.” If you delve further into the meaning of the word church, you will find that all the supporting definitions of the word church revolve around things religious; God, or gods.
Supposedly, the atheists attending these mega-gatherings are “worshipping.” Let’s consider that for a moment also. What does the word worship mean?
the act of showing respect and love for a god especially by praying with other people who believe in the same god : the act of worshipping God or a god
So what God, or god, are the atheists worshipping, other than themselves, which the definition of worship also addresses, though negatively.
excessive admiration for someone
I have no problem with atheists gathering together, that’s what support groups are for, but don’t confuse these atheist gatherings in buildings as churches, nor worship.
That ‘Green Thing’ and “The Bugs in Darwin”
A couple of entertaining reads this morning. First, via the Gunslinger’s Journal, a piece titled Being Green, which, of course, allegedly Americans were not, back in the day, at least prior to the rise of environmental awareness.
Second, via an email note from JB, a link to an essay by Fred, of Fred On Everything, titled The Bugs in Darwin - And Other Raptures. Fred’s piece, as he notes, will take a bit of time, so grab a cup of coffee and enjoy.
Wednesday, November 20, 2013
We Don’t Celebrate The Constitution, Do We?
Last night, I took in PBS’ show Lincoln @ Gettysburg. While overall I found the show interesting viewing, I was only particularly struck by one point brought out by a historian in regards to Lincoln’s Gettysburg Address.
The point articulated by that historian, is, Lincoln’s opening words in the Gettysburg Address; “Four score and seven years ago our fathers brought forth on this continent, a new nation, conceived in Liberty, and dedicated to the proposition that all men are created equal.”; reference not The Constitution of the United States, but rather The Declaration of Independence. In fact, Lincoln makes no reference in the Gettysburg Address to The Constitution.
The longer I consider this historian’s point, the more striking I think it becomes. While The Constitution of the United States does receive words of veneration by various peoples, America does not celebrate The Constitution with days set aside to mark its adoption; September 17, 1787; its ratification; June 21, 1788; nor the day it went into effect; March 4, 1789. America only celebrates Independence Day, July 4, 1776.
Maybe America only celebrates Independence Day because The Constitution is counter-revolutionary to independence.
Tuesday, November 19, 2013
“Where A Christ Is Not Expected”
Nothing is so incredible as an answer to an unasked question. One half of the world has regarded the Christian answer to the problem of life and history as “foolishness” because it had no questions for which the Christian revelation was the answer and no longings and hopes which that revelation fulfilled. The cultures of this half of the world were non-Messianic because they were non-historical. Their failure to regard history as basic to the meaning of life may be attributed to two primary methods of looking at life which stand in contradiction to each other. The one is the method of regarding the system of nature as the final reality to which man must adjust himself. The other regards nature from the human perspective as either chaos or a meaningless order from which man will be freed either by his reason or by some unity and power within him higher than reason. There are systems of thought, of which Stoicism is the classic example, which combine both methods or which reveal a certain degree of ambivalence between the two; but the two most consistent methods of denying the meaningfulness of history are to reduce it to the proportions of nature or to regard it as a corruption of eternity.
Reinhold Niebuhr, The Nature and Destiny of Man, Charles Scribner’s Sons, New York, 1949, II. Human Destiny pgs.6-7
Saturday, November 16, 2013
Suffer the Little Children
At American Digest, a “Grace Note” to start the day. Hold My Hand and Tater Tot.
A heartening way to begin the day.