I would prefer not to, but I must obey my master.
And the campaign posters are already out.
That, if elected as President, his inaugural address will be a reasonable facsimile of this.
Or at least a palimpsest.
His Majesty was playing marbles with the cats this morning.
From His Majesty, who was looking with distaste at the racks full of tabloids:
Sigh. I’m so grateful I’m not a celebrity. They seem to have very difficult lives.
Well, they seem to have a lot of First World problems, anyway.
Old beans, let me take this opp. to give the raspberry to the dashed rumors purveyed by the New York Times and Ann Coulter, to wit, that the notorious DJT asked me to dress in a bikini. There is not a word of truth in that bally rot. Altogether poppycock. One splutters, dash it.
A proverb is usually a truth whose opposite is also true.
Forewarned is forearmed. We’ll cross that bridge when we come to it. Too many cooks spoil the broth. Many hands make light work.
I had a proverb experience the other day. One truth was in a dream, the other was in a reverie. (more…)
This has become something of a meme, introduced as “the purpose of the universe.” I heard it from a friend, and then a web search showed it several places, for example Reddit.
Cosmologists speculate that the primordial matter of the Big Bang was more basic than hydrogen, such as mesons, or some smaller unit. But hydrogen, a single proton, is the most simple unit that is readily identifiable in common conversation.
My first thought was “Yeah, that’s what God does.” Moses 1:39.
Since liberals are against unequal power relationships, they must deny that they exercise power themselves. They always present themselves as the “progressives” come to end inequality, rather than as the power wielders. The result is that liberal power is invisible and unaccountable, and is thus more unequal, undemocratic, and corrupting than the traditional power relations it is replacing, which, unlike liberalism, do not deny their own hierarchical component.
-thus Lawrence Auster
Lately I’ve been having arguments in my sleep. Yes, I am as disturbed by this as you are. In the last few days I had an argument with my sister about whether some incident from our youth had happened or not (curiously, I was arguing that it had not, but in my dream was worried that it had because it reflected discredit on me. When I finally woke up, I realized that the whole incident was imaginary). Last night I also had an argument with John Derbyshire about Mormonism. He pooh-poohed religion. I testified that someone would be much better off as a Mormon than raised with his beliefs. He conceded the point, but then argued that the same would be true of any belief system other than secularism, that there was a hole in the human operating system that just needed something plugged into it other than malign progressivism, and that practically anything would do. The discussion went on from there.
Worse than the fact that I am having arguments in my sleep is that I am not always winning them decisively.
[Note: I did a Google Image Search for “Mickey Mouse Evil,” and it came up with this image, which is more apropos for this post than I could have hoped for.]
This is not a Robert Ludlum novel. These are some thoughts, hopefully not too disjointed, about Mormons and The Benedict Option.
I. “Eeek! A Mouse!”
A few months back, we went to Disneyland with my side of the family. It’s a cliché among BYU fans to note how much BYU gear one sees at Disneyland. Now I know why; even if you aren’t looking for them, Mormons are EVERYWHERE in the Magic Kingdom. You might think that I only noticed the because I’m Mormon. But my undergraduate school is one that, based on size and distance from L.A., you would expect to be on rough parity with BYU at Disneyland. Instead my college was outnumbered probably 10-to-1.
So yeah, Mormons love Disney. Back in the days of Walt himself, this would hardly warrant mentioning. Christians like good, clean family fun, and Disney = good, clean family fun.
But not all Christians like Disney. (more…)
“Teddy Robinson was a nice, big, comfortable, friendly teddy bear. He had light brown fur and kind brown eyes, and he belonged to a little girl called Deborah.”