I woke to the sound of His Majesty cackling happily. He was up early and feeding nips to the cats.
I thought Clinton versus Bush (round 2) was horrifying enough. But now it’s looking like Biden versus Trump.
One hopes sanity will yet prevail. But, if not, and this nightmare scenario comes to pass, I will write in Romney’s name in 2016.
His Majesty: “I’m writing in Cthulu. Why settle for the lesser evil?”
Actually, I think His Majesty has even worse in mind. Hold on to your hats.
George H. W. Bush did not need to be president, and Bill Clinton needed it worse than any normal human being can imagine.
His Majesty has been awfully quiet lately, but I could feeeeel the sourness swelling within him.
Indeed, there’s a tendency on the right to bemoan the fact that traditional morality is breaking down — and that’s obviously true. But the conclusion many take from it is that nothing is taking traditional morality’s place. I’ve been writing for years that this isn’t true. Society, like nature, abhors a vacuum; if you remove one moral dogma, another will rush in to take its place. That’s what much of political correctness is — an attempt to replace one system of customs, mores, values, and ethics with another. The idea that the tweedy Torquemadas who make lists of “trigger warnings” are moral libertarians —or libertines —is resplendently asinine in its manifest ignorance of how the world actually operates.
Thus Jonah Goldberg
I came across this quote from Mein Kampf in Shirer’s the Rise and Fall of the Third Reich. In it, Hitler is describing the Nazi political tactics that he learned from the Left of his day:
I understood the infamous spiritual terror which this movement exerts, particularly on the bourgeoisie, which is neither morally nor mentally equal to such attacks; at a given sign it unleashes a veritable barrage of lies and slanders against whatever adversary seems most dangerous, until the nerves of the attacked persons break down.
I offer this quote as a historical curiosity.
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.
No profession is as far to the right as Hollywood, the media, Silicon Valley, and the academy are hard to the left. I am shocked, shocked.
In that essay, Nock rewrote the tale of the Prophet Isaiah. At the end of King Uzziah’s reign in 740 b.c., God asked Isaiah to warn the Jews of His wrath to come. But God told Isaiah: “I suppose perhaps I ought to tell you that it won’t do any good. The official class and their intelligentsia will turn up their noses at you and the masses will not even listen. They will all keep on in their own ways until they carry everything down to destruction, and you will probably be lucky if you get out with your life.”So why send me on this errand in the first place? Isaiah asked. “Ah,” the Lord said, “you do not get the point. There is a Remnant there that you know nothing about. They are obscure, unorganized, inarticulate, each one rubbing along as best he can. They need to be encouraged and braced up because when everything has gone completely to the dogs, they are the ones who will come back and build up a new society; and meanwhile, your preaching will reassure them and keep them hanging on. Your job is to take care of the Remnant, so be off now and set about it.”
“Instead of beginning with ascertaining the job tasks of New York teachers, the two LAST examinations began with the premise that all New York teachers should be required to demonstrate an understanding of the liberal arts.”
Joshua Sohn, a partner at the firm Mishcon de Reya, who represents the prospective teachers in the case, echoed the that sentiment.
“They started with the conclusion, without any support, that this is what you actually needed to know to be an effective teacher,” Mr. Sohn said.
Apparently the test was being failed by a disproportionate number of teachers of color.