Even the most indefensible employment-suppressing policies, such as restrictions on Sunday retail commerce
Some say that ever ‘gainst that season comes
Wherein our Saviour’s birth is celebrated,
The bird of dawning singeth all night long:
And then, they say, no spirit dare stir abroad;
The nights are wholesome; then no planets strike,
No fairy takes, no witch has power to charm,
So hallow’d and gracious is the time. –Hamlet
I was driving back from a friend’s house a couple of evenings ago. I’m feeding and watering his ducks (3 Campbell crosses, one miscellaneous), chickens (5 Plymouth rocks), and one goat (hyper-active). The sun had just set seconds before I got into the car. On my left, the snow-covered Manzanos took the exact color of the twilight on my right.
The moment was breathtaking. A voice, or something like it, said in my mind, ‘Time is sin. Time is error.” The sense, I think, was that all pure moments bleed into each other, are, in a sense, the same moment. It was a good thought for Christmastime.
I dreamed I was on a empty plain sculpting a statue of Liberation–a muscled figure in marble breaking its chains.
A man with a flowing white beard suddenly spoke up behind me.
“Don’t break all chains,” he said. “Every chain that binds you to a thing binds it to you. Some chains are guy wires.”
A young man of my acquaintance contemplates what he should be in the Nativity. “Jo-fes” or a “Jesus shepherd”?
He decided on the Jesus shepherd. Both get to wear red cowboy boots, so that was a wash. But “Jo-fes has hair on his face” while the Jesus shepherd “has a big black dog named Spaceship-ha.” (I am not making these up).
Moral of the story: uh, don’t get stressed out over Christmas tasks and decisions.
Nothing made the Southern defenders of the peculiar institution more hot than the accusation that Southern men dallied with their slave women. An oblique reference to it by Senator Sumner was what got Congressman Brooks to near cane him to death. (more…)
His Majesty loves to monologue on the failure of otherwise intelligent people to rationally weight risks. He was delighted to see this expression in this article.
My younger kids made a nativity set for me.
It goes without saying that there’s Joseph on the left, Mary on the right, the swaddled Infant Jesus in the center, and a lamb poking its head in at the bottom. Not pictured: a second Infant Jesus they made for the set, for reasons best known to themselves. (more…)
On the sweetness of Mormon life (more…)
Our ward had its Christmas program today in Sacrament Meeting.
Peter Berkowitz of the Hoover Institution wrote an essay about the 50th anniversary edition of James Burnham‘s 1964 book, Suicide of the West: An Essay on the Meaning and Destiny of Liberalism. Berkowitz joins Steve Moore of the Heritage Foundation to talk about it on The John Batchelor Show.