What is remarkable is that Caplan is an atheist.
Thus Kevin D. Williamson.
His Majesty: “Whatever became of ‘legal, safe, and rare’, anyway?”
I recently watched an episode of “The Jim Gaffigan Show” with a bit of dialogue that perfectly encapsulated a thought that’s been bouncing around my head for a while. For those who aren’t familiar with Jim Gaffigan, he’s a “clean” but still very famous comedian who is basically a stereotypical Irish-American Catholic dad from the post-War era; his wife is more devout than he is, but he still is fully supportive of raising his kids as Catholics, with all that entails. He plays himself on the show, which is based on his real life.
In this episode, Jim’s wife invites their local parish priest, a gregarious young man from Africa named Father Nicholas, to go to Jim’s next stand-up, without asking Jim first. Jim hates the idea because he’s convinced that having a priest in the audience will kill the mood, but he gives in and takes Father Nicholas anyway. Right before they walk into the comedy club, they have the following exchange: (more…)
Yes, well. When your daughter is the one who’s lying barely conscious on the front yard of some frat house, my sons will be the ones who will know enough to charge in, swinging sticks to chase the brutes away. They’ll know because we let them have sticks, we let them find out what sticks can do, and we told them what sticks are for.
Violence doesn’t take over when boys are allowed to have sticks. Violence takes over when no one tells boys what sticks are for.
Thus Simcha Fisher
The Junior Ganymede welcomes this guest post by Kent G. Budge.
My reaction to the SCOTUS decision on gay marriage has been decidedly mixed. By that I mean that I’ve experienced a broad range of emotions over it, none of them positive.
One emotion I haven’t experienced is surprise. We all knew this was coming, and those few of us who professed optimism that the Court might yet rule in favor of the states, or at least rule very narrowly against the states, struck me as whistling furiously in the dark.
However, one emotion I have found myself experiencing, which I did not expect, is remorse.
The other day I installed a cloak hook near the entrance of the domicile I share with His Majesty.
My cloaks can be heavy, and I also thought it might be prudent to be sure the hook could support the weight of His Majesty’s winter jacket, so I took some time to install the hook securely. I located the stud (much easier with the Force than with a stud locater, by the way) and made sure the hook was screwed firmly through the drywall into the stud. I figured it would easily hold a couple of cloaks and winter jackets.
I stood back to admire my work (funny; don’t you always do that when you finish any handyman project?) and just then His Majesty came storming through the door in a frightfully sour mood. He glanced at me, glanced at the hook, and without a moment’s hesitation he grabbed the hook and tried to swing from it. That was too much weight, of course; there was a loud crack and the hook came out of the wall, doing serious damage to the stud and drywall. In fact, since this is a load-bearing wall, the damage to the stud could wind up being a significant problem.
My jaw hit the floor, or would have, if the vocorder wasn’t in the way.
It turns out His Majesty has been thinking about original sin.
Saturday I came home mid-morning from helping a neighbor with his irrigation turn. My son met me at the door. Can anyone be as solemn as a kid with an announcement? Solemnly, he informed me he couldn’t plant corn that day. (more…)
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…)
Our Cub Scouts went caroling to an old folks home. The elderly people there were moved. It is remarkable, the power we have to affect each other. (more…)
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Those words would be as good an answer as I could give to the question originally addressed to Conan the Barbarian: “What is best in life?”
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I suppose I would be puzzled, too, if I wasn’t LDS.
Which is why we are under solemn covenant to mourn with those that mourn. Reading Dan’s blog this week has been awfully hard on the photoreceptors, which don’t respond well to saltwater immersion.
And please consider making a modest donation to nowilaymedowntosleep.org, which Dan has indicated provided its free services to his family. I visited the web site and it seems like a very worthy charity.