Month: March 2017


IMG_3150Brews You Can Use

*The drinking story of the week: More older women are drinking hard. This story reminds me of dialogue in Cheech and Chong’s Nice Dreams: “You know what we should in vest in? An old age home for hippies. Cause, think about it, hippies have been around since the 60’s man, and now there isn’t really a hip place for them to go anymore. So, you know, it would be a home where they could smoke all the dope they’d want and listen to all the music they want, you know.”

**Here’s a subject I never would’ve inquired about: Beer brewing in Africa. I kinda snickered when I saw it, but it’s actually pretty interesting. I was especially intrigued to hear that Sorghum is a main ingredient in African beer. Sorghum is also pretty popular among gluten-free brewers. It actually makes a pretty good beer . . . and one of the few types I’ll drink at all any more.


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A 16-year-old boy in Bosnia broke a world record this week by smashing 111 concrete blocks with his head in 34 seconds. When asked how it felt to break the world record, the boy said, “Lampshade tricycle is my favorite flavor of pizza truck.” Corden … Read the rest


By Michael Jordan. I know Professor Jordan. I met him at a Touchstone conference, then subsequently met halfway between Hillsdale University and my house for lunch. We haven’t kept in touch, but he’s a heckuva nice guy.

Although, when my son’s girlfriend was a freshman there about five years ago, I told her, “Look up Michael Jordan. We’re tight.” When she saw me a few months later she said, “By the way, thanks a lot. You made me look like an idiot. I met Professor Jordan and mentioned I knew you. He had no idea who you were. I reminded him and he said, ‘Oh, really, he remembers that? That was years ago.”

Oh well. I don’t hold a grudge over such a small slight. The mini-essay is worth reading. Excerpt:

She wrote remarkably well-crafted stories with depth upon depth of meaning (some claim that she’s America’s best twentieth-century writer of short stories), and her prophetic fiction challenges the liberal, gnostic, nihilistic, and secular assumptions of the modern world.


I suspect this book is pretty good, if you got the correct change laying around:

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I hate leaf blowers. They’re the jet skis of lawn care.

“‘Hell’, wrote one chronicler, ‘felt herself defiled by his admission.’” Peter Ackroyd, writing about the death of King John.

If you’re not listening to Dan Carlin’s Hardcore History podcast, you’re missing out. He’s a liberal, but fair. And he’s excellent at talking about history.

“Fear and envy, needless to say, are twin brothers, yet we really should speak of triplets, because hate keeps them good company.” Erik Ritter von Kuehnelt-Leddihn, Leftism. A difficult book, but bleeds profundity.

“Atheism is born from the womb of a bad conscience. Disbelief comes from sin, not from reason.” Fulton Sheen

From my 2015 notebooks: “The way I see it, in light of Obergefell and Caitlyn Jenner, at age 49 I’m now more “out of it” than my grandpa was when he died at age 87 in the 1980s. He was so far out of touch with the times, he could say pretty much anything he wanted and no one took offense. That’s a good development for me.” Aye, how much changes in just two years. Instead of a resigned smile, I and others like me are actually on the offensive again. … Read the rest


Miscellaneous Rambling

Ceiling. TrastevereThis is the best new movement I’ve seen in years: “Get ready for Calexit! Now Nigel Farage and the ‘Bad Boys of Brexit’ set their sights on splitting California in two.”

Ceiling. TrastevereGood story: The jihadist who turned to Jesus. It must tear apart the NY Times to run a story like this: It wants to show that even a diehard Muslim can fit into the west, but at the same time it doesn’t want to admit that there’s anything Christian about the west.

Ceiling. TrasteverePreaching what every sane person has known for 20+ years: Porn is for morons. … Read the rest


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Ceiling. TrastevereWhew. Whirlwind weekend. Tess’ 12th birthday party Friday evening, work Saturday morning, 27-hour polka party tour to Detroit, home for Michael’s basketball sports banquet. Left me tired, hungover, and irritable. And about ten pounds heavier at a time when I desperately need to be losing weight. (One of the players’ parents generously paid to have the event catered, and it was some really good grub . . . to go on top of a ton of vodka, gin, and pizza from the weekend.)

Ceiling. TrastevereIf there’s anything I dislike more than Mao, Stalin, and Hitler, it’s the sports banquet. I loathe them. I know, I know: It’s for the kids. But so is my job and pretty much everything I do. Sports banquets are needless appendages to already too-lengthy sports seasons and they suck time from parents’ schedules that are already jammed in efforts to meet their children’s real needs. I gotta believe the banquets would get kicked to the curb if everyone had large families. Maybe not, but I suspect they would.

Ceiling. TrastevereIt’s the feast day of John of Egypt. I don’t know anything about him, except he was a desert monk in those halcyon cenobite days of the fourth century. I looked him up in The Sayings of the Desert Fathers (a splendid work, btw), and I couldn’t find him. I suspect he’s known as something else, but there are a dozen “Johns” (men named “John,” not pimps) in the collection of sayings, so the heck if I know which one he was. I suspect he is “John the Cenobite,” but maybe not. Maybe he’s John the Dwarf. Or John the Eunuch.… Read the rest



Interesting new book: Collection of photos by Hitler’s personal bodyguard. The bodyguard, who just died in 2013, apparently held Hitler in high regard and said he was a nice guy.

In light of what everyone knows now about how the elites have lied repeatedly to the public through the media, it makes you wonder about Hitler and what we’ve always been told. NOW DON’T FREAK OUT! I will still continue to use Hitler as my favorite rebuttal to people who say I can’t criticize something I’ve never tried: “Well, I never met Hitler, but I know he was an ass.” (My second favorite rebuttal uses sodomy as an example, which distances me from Voltaire, who tried it once but refused it a second time, saying, “Once a philosopher, twice a sodomite”.)

I remember being disturbed a few years ago to learn that “holocaust deniers” don’t really deny that the holocaust occurred. For years I, absorbing the general aura cast from the media, thought these people were flat-earth types, denying everything that reason and history tell us. I subsequently found out that holocaust “deniers” are rather people who question the number killed (some say as low as 600,000 instead of 6 million); assert that, regardless of the number, there were huge numbers of non-Jews in the slaughter (like Poles); and that gas chambers weren’t used as much as starvation.

In other words, many (most?) deniers don’t deny that the Nazis were evil men who unleashed evil on the Jews. They merely question how much evil and how many Jews. That is nothing I would have learned from watching the evening news or reading The New Read the rest