Lent nears. I’ve never been a big fan of Mardi Gras, though. Excess on the eve of fast makes the fast much harder. Oh sure, I do a bit of it, but I’m not a big fan.
Every year, the Mardi Gras coverage makes me want to read some Walker Percy.
Interesting blog post: Did George Washington die a Catholic? The primary piece of evidence that he did: “Rev Francis Neale was called from Piscataway across the Potomac and stayed with General Washington four hours before he died.” The priest wrote down what happened during those four hours and sealed it . . . the envelope was later sent to Rome, never to be seen again. It might surface some day. The post does a nice job of summarizing evidence against a deathbed conversion, including GW’s Free Masonry.
Of course, even something as cool as a museum about drinking can’t escape the PC police: “The Museum of the American Cocktail seeks to advance the profession and increase consumer knowledge of mixology while stressing the importance of responsible drinking.”
Gosh, make me vomit. I mean, you don’t need to promote excess, but such grasps at cheap grace are lame. You’ve put together a (presumably) cool museum that appeals to adults. Leave it at that: “antique bottles, books, openers and all other aspects of imbibing ephemera to rotating exhibits like the current ‘New Orleans Prohibition Raids, 1919–1933.'” (Description from Liquor.com.)
That’s great stuff. You don’t need to caveat it with a sideways apology (“Sorry for having a museum that celebrates alcohol, but we also promote responsible drinking”).
I wouldn’t even care if someone started a Museum of American Excess: Edgar Allan Poe, Mark Twain, Earnest Hemingway, and the Art of Drunken Writing; the Peculiar Institution and Promotion of Excess; Rock-n-Roll and its Sine Qua Non; Reefer Madness; Nevada. It would have a room dedicated to Kerouac, or maybe the Beats in general. It could have an entire wing devoted to New York City: a walk-through replica of NYC’s Bowery circa 1965, a Five Points History, High Times at Studio 54 1977-1979, Heroin and Harlem, the Cotton Club. The museum could hire Thaddeus Russell as its curator or special adviser.
Just a thought, but regardless, it would not, under any circumstances, have any lame disclaimers.
George Washington was unanimously elected President. John Adams was Vice-President. Thomas Jefferson, who wrote the Declaration of Independence but had nothing to do with writing the Constitution because he was then in Paris, was Secretary of State. Washington was conservative. Adams was the self-contained middle class principle. Jefferson, who loved revolution and hated bloodshed, was the common man’s first hero. Nearly every line of political cleavage for more than one hundred and fifty years thereafter could be traced back to that triangle.
Interesting, that. Unfortunately, Garrett wasn’t around to see Barack Obama and the disorder he introduced. None of the special-interest group politics that has driven the Democratic Party falls in any of the three camps. Jefferson comes closest, but the reference to Jefferson’s hatred of bloodshed rules him out as their archetype.
Digging this warm weather? Putting your garden in early? Don’t get too confident. A TDE reader sends this along from an Illinois weather site: “We set a bunch of record temperatures in February 1930 (the records we are breaking now). The following March 1930 there were significant snow falls with up to 19″ of total accumulation. To say winter is completely over is a farce.”
But I have those four low tunnels, so I’ve jumped into planting with spinach, Red Russian kale, and radishes. We’ll see what I get. I had a big spinach harvest last week, but not enough for sale, just enough for personal consumption.
Now that I’m working with Max to sell greens (here’s the site), I decided, “I have to figure out once and for all whether I should capitalize the names of vegetables.” I consulted The Chicago Manual of Style and discovered . . . pretty much nothing. “Common names of plants and animals are capitalized in a bewildering variety of ways, even in lists and catalogs having professional status. . . . Chicago Press recommends a down style . . . capitalizing only proper nouns and adjectives . . .”. 7.107-109 (14th ed.). So, “spinach,” but “Red Russian kale.” Or should it be Red Russian Kale?
I greatly enjoy such technical issues, though the frenzied pace of life normally requires me to dispense with them. For some odd reason, clients don’t want to pay me by the hour to track down such things.
I’m glad all our Muslim fears are simply silly medieval notions: “For 6,000 years, the people of the earth have suffered under a mischief-making rule. Bloodshed and war, hatred and strife, all because a man with a new color — or the lack thereof — thought that he was better than all of those who inhabited the earth before he was even a thought,” Farrakhan said. “But I am here to announce today the end of his world and the beginning of a brand new reality that all human beings will enjoy peace, freedom justice and equality under the rule of Allah.” From “Thousands chant ‘Allahu Akbar’ for Farrakhan in Detroit.”
“[T]hey have made “Nazi” mean: any white male who isn’t deeply ashamed of himself. So yeah, I guess I’m a Nazi.”
“I told the crowd I was nervous immediately after I got sprayed because I worried it was acid. ‘Then I remembered, this isn’t Islam,'”
“I approached them and offered up an extra microphone. I said they could come up on stage and make their point. They recoiled in horror at the idea and stared at the ground while chanting like catatonic Moonies.”
“In retrospect, I should have just grabbed one and hurled him across the table. That was the only thing these kids would understand. They’re not here for politics or a rational discussion. They’re here to look cool. It’s a new subculture.”
I sent this question to a well-placed and knowledgeable Catholic: “Has the primacy of conscience over doctrine always been a contention of the Catholic left (say, since Vatican II), or is it a new attempt by the Catholic left to implement their liberal agenda?” I’ll let you know what he says, unless he binds me to confidentiality and, regardless, I won’t be able to disclose his identity.
In my mind, I’m likening the efforts of Coccopalmerio and Co. to destroy doctrine in the name of conscience to Julian the Apostate’s last gasp effort to turn back the tide on Christianity. Secular historians say he would’ve succeeded, if his life hadn’t been cut short.
Listverse has a decidedly anti-Catholic, Whig historical perspective, but it’s a pretty good site. This recent article is one of their better offerings. I can identify five of the sects as Gnostic, and my hunch is, all ten of them are, but a heresy is a heresy.
The craziness reflected in this piece is a nice reminder in light of the liberals’ last gasp in Rome these days. R-rated, btw:
Wow, what weather. My apologies for not posting any BYCU yesterday. I had a small crisis at the office that hit me first thing in the morning. I kept running through noon, then broke early to plant spinach, harvest spinach, prune blackberry canes, and put up another low tunnel (giving me four in all).
I then crashed. Every year, the first few times I work outside for an extended period, I get exhausted. They say, “It’s all the fresh air.” I guess so, but I don’t know why fresh air for the first time after winter exhausts me. It just does.
Big potential news: It looks like I have acquired a half acre of scrub/woods that I hope to clear next month. It’s part of a larger parcel that I’m acquiring for other reasons. As long as environmental and building inspections go alright, the urban farm should take a big step forward.
I never totally understood what happened in the Mike Flynn matter. As always, Pat Buchanan has laid it out simply, in a way that anyone can understand . . . and in a way that should make everyone shudder.
Another “hate crime” that wasn’t. The person who sent me the story writes, “This was a huge deal in local news when it happened, everyone rallied around” the Arab family that was targeted by apparent white supremacists. It turns out, a wouldbe paramour of the daughter did it because he was mad at her.
Criminy, the Left has so politicized everything, you can’t even spurn a boy without him killing two birds with one stone in retaliation: strike at the uppity girl AND make whites feel guilty. I preferred the days when the boy just toilet papered girl’s house and wrote her name on bathroom stalls.
Congratulations are in order for a German shepherd by the name of Rumor. Rumor the German shepherd won best in show at the Westminster Kennel Club. This is a huge honor that the dog has no idea it received.
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