Gavin McInnes makes an interesting assertion: Inner-city life isn’t dangerous. It’s non-stop fun and adolescent behavior, and the riots are merely the ultimate high. I think he overstates the case, but he has a point. Great piece. Excerpt:
This is what happens in a world without fathers. When there is no discipline, adulthood is perpetual adolescence. The fatherless Puerto Ricans in my Brooklyn neighborhood get their fades retouched every three days. This means lining up at the barber’s for hours waiting to get the same ridiculous haircut they’ve been getting their whole lives. They get mani-pedis, too. Without a dad to slap you upside the head, life becomes one big spa and there’s nothing political about it.
If you missed it, Bishop Chaput’s lecture earlier this month at Notre Dame is a must read. Excerpt: “But here’s my larger point: We’ve reached a moment when our political thinking and vocabulary as a nation seem exhausted. The real effect that we as individuals have on the government and political class that claim to represent us — the big mechanical Golem we call Washington — is so slight that it breeds indifference and anger.”
Frustrating: I listened to the speech on a podcast, but I can’t for the life of me find it now. I’ll let you know if I locate it.
Another must-read about the BLM protests: “The media keeps saying — as it has reported about every BLM riot before it — that Charlotte “started as a peaceful protest” and then became violent. But that’s like claiming a drive-by shooting “started as a peaceful jaunt through the city” until the passengers starting firing indiscriminately out of the driver’s side window. That may be true, in a certain sense, but the drive was always leading inevitably and purposefully to the shooting part, just as these “protests” are, from the beginning, merely a staging ground for savagery, looting and destruction. The riots are not aberrations. They are not surprising and unexpected developments in the midst of otherwise peaceful demonstrations. They are planned, coordinated and widespread. And they seem to only be getting worse with each successive incident.”
ABC News just reported that 95 percent of all campaign ads from now until Election Day will be for Hillary Clinton. She’s in 95 percent of the commercials. Even Peyton Manning was like, “Geez, lady, enough is enough.”
Chinese authorities just announced that apparently their space station is out of control and will crash into Earth some time next year. So, just a warning to everyone who plans to be on Earth around some time next year.
I drank a lot of mojito last Saturday evening. It gave me a pretty bad hangover, considering that I stopped drinking early and pounded about fifty ounces of water afterwards. I don’t know if it was the rum or other factors at play. I might give it another run this weekend and see what happens.
From Wikipedia: During Prohibition, “enterprising grape farmers produced liquid and semi-solid grape concentrates, often called “wine bricks” or “wine blocks”. . . . The grape concentrate was sold with a warning: ‘After dissolving the brick in a gallon of water, do not place the liquid in a jug away in the cupboard for twenty days, because then it would turn into wine.'”
Also seen at Wikipedia: The United States’ national anthem began its life as a drinking song in an English gentlemen’s club.
From the Daily Beast: Beer labels in the United States are approved or rejected by a single bureaucrat, Kent “Battle” Martin, who has been called the “Beer Bottle Dictator”
What we have been seeing worldwide, from India to the UK to the US, is the rebellion against the inner circle of no-skin-in-the-game policymaking “clerks” and journalists-insiders, that class of paternalistic semi-intellectual experts with some Ivy league, Oxford-Cambridge, or similar label-driven education who are telling the rest of us 1) what to do, 2) what to eat, 3) how to speak, 4) how to think… and 5) who to vote for.
I’m not sure what the fuss is about. Was the analogy flawed? Of course: all analogies are, by their nature, flawed, or else they wouldn’t be analogies.
Was the analogy “disgusting” or inhuman, as Democrats and liberal Catholics are claiming?
I’m not so sure. Such criticism just continues the public dialogue’s habit of talking past opponents.
Trump’s entire campaign revolves around one thing: What is best for America? Or, put alternatively, what is best for Americans? What is safest for Americans?
By that test, the analogy is far from disgusting. In fact, the analogy is spot on. No person can reasonably claim it’s in America’s best interests to admit Muslim refugees, unless he starts to rely upon intangible factors, like “world opinion” and “making America morally better” (the latter is laughable, by the way, as long as we keep promoting the slaughter of the unborn).
Now, if the test isn’t “What’s best for America,” but rather, “What’s best for the Syrians” or “What’s kindest” or “What’s the best Christian response to this crisis,” then the analogy is disgusting. These are, after all, humans we’re talking about.
The problem is, I and many other Americans are tired of policing the world and worrying about what’s best for people X, Y, Z; we are not a kind nation and it’s no use pretending we are (I’m tired of the “Bomb everyone; invite everyone” hypocrisy), and we haven’t formulated a Christian response to anything since before the Mexican-American War, so I see no need to start now and, if we are going to formulate a Christian response, let’s not forget the history of its relationship with Islam.
I was just talking with a friend of mine the other day, saying we need a new service club in town, one that revolves around drinking, manly talk, and, if we get around to it, service. The idea: Drink and talk first, then see what service projects or fundraising might present themselves, but if they don’t, they don’t. At least we will have drank well with men, in a non-PC environment . . . no small thing in today’s world. It turns out there’s a similar movement afoot: Proud Boy Clubs. They sound great, though the requirements (including a tattoo) make it impossible for me to open a local chapter.
Brutal Detroit Lions game yesterday. The referees were out of control: 29 penalties. I don’t have the patience to sit through an entire football game anyway, unless I’m drinking. I stopped watching this one midway through the 2nd quarter and merely checked back in sporadically.
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