Two reasons to watch: Trump will be there; DOGE will run commercials. For twelve reasons not to watch see here.
You may enjoy a thoughtful rant of mine from 2016, Stupor Bowl or Super Bore?
Elon Musk on DOGE.
Footnotes to Plato from the foothills of the Superstition Mountains
Two reasons to watch: Trump will be there; DOGE will run commercials. For twelve reasons not to watch see here.
You may enjoy a thoughtful rant of mine from 2016, Stupor Bowl or Super Bore?
Elon Musk on DOGE.
The '60s rule, of course, since no decade in Anglospheric popular music was richer or more creative. I say Anglospheric because great stuff came out of the U. K., Canada, and Australia. I don't know about New Zealand. But let's not ignore the cream of the '70s. Full enjoyment of course requires proper synaptic lubrication. I'm having me a Jack and Coke this Saturday night. Just one. A generous shot of whisky is good; ten shots is not ten times better.
Jackson Browne, The Pretender. This great song goes out to Darci M who introduced me to Jackson Browne. Darci was Lithuanian, and it's a good bet she still is. Her mother told her, "Never bring an Italian home." So I never did meet the old lady. I encountered no anti-Italian prejudice on the West coast whence I hail; the East is a different story. The closer to Europe, the closer to Old World prejudice.
Running on Empty. A great road song. There's nothing like the open road of the American West. Big sky, lambent light, broad vistas, buttes and mesas, railroads running, truckers trucking, ballin' the jack one more time to the End of the Line. Get out there and see it before it's gone or you are too old, one.
Gerry Rafferty, Right Down the Line
Baker Street. This was a big hit in the summer of '78. This one goes out to Charaine H and our road trip that summer.
Dave Mason, Only You Know and I Know
All Along the Watchtower (2013)
Roy Buchanan, Sweet Dreams
Patsy Cline, Sweet Dreams (1963)
Written by Don Gibson
Orleans, Dance with Me
Abba, Fernando. I first heard this in Ben's Gasthaus, Zaehringen, Freiburg im Breisgau ,' 76-'77. This one goes out to Rudolf, Helmut, Martin, Hans, und Herrmann, working class Germans who loved to drink the Ami under the table.
What better way to spend one's last days than by deep inquiry into the Last Things?
Would that not be a better use of time than gambling and fox hunting, and the other examples of Pascalian divertissement?
You will soon be embarking nolens volens for a permanent stay in a foreign destination, departure date unknown. Are your affairs in order?
For a good old introduction to the traditional Roman Catholic doctrine on death, the intermediate state, resurrection, judgment, and eternity, see Romano Guardini, The Last Things.
I doubt it. She thinks 'the cloud' in cyberspeak refers to a physical object in the sky. Remember that howler?
Why are the Dems so dumb? They lack both a message and messenger. The think they failed to 'get their message across.' But they had no message to get across, and no one to get it across. Did you see the unedited Sixty Minutes video? Kamala the Joyous could not explain why she wanted to be president. She is perhaps fit to be a kindergarten teacher, but not POTUS. Is that not blindingly evident? And are you not an emotion-driven fool if you let your TDS impel you to embrace the Joyous One? I'll leave Tampon Tim and his page-turner of a wife out of this rant.
Part of what make the Dems dumb is their inability to learn from experience, as witness their continuing to play the race and Hitler cards. Do they have a death wish? And what does it say about the nearly half of the voters who cast their ballots for that intersectional dumbass?
Collateral observation. The voters are not the electorate. Two reasons. First, the voters include those who vote illegally; the electorate, used normatively, as I am using the term, does not. Second, the electorate include those who do not vote in a given election. The electorate comprise those who are legally entitled to vote. You are legally so entitled only if you are a citizen who has not disqualified himself by, say, committing a felony. Bernie Sanders thinks that felons should have the right to vote. I make an invective-free case against this foolish and indeed asinine view at Substack, sine ira et studio.
By the way, it appears that magnetic north has shifted position.
When our political enemies use our virtues against us, we should use their vices against them.
A phrase beloved by leftists, but never deployed by them when it is apropos, that is, when they are in power.
The older I get the more I realize how little I know, even about subjects I have long pondered. That realization is progress of a sort. We might call it Socratic progress, progress in the knowledge of one's ignorance.
It's Satyrday Saturday night. Pour yourself a stiff one and loosen for a time the bonds that tether you to the straight and narrow. Tomorrow's another day.
Freddy Fender, Cielito Lindo. Tex-Mex version of a very old song.
Arizona's own Marty Robbins, La Paloma. Another old song dating back to 1861.
Barbara Lewis, Hello Stranger, 1963. 1963 was arguably the best of the '60s years for pop compositions.
Emmylou Harris, Hello Stranger. Same title, different song. This one goes out to Mary Kay F-D. Do you Remember the Fall of 1980, Mary Kay?
Get up, rounder/Let a working girl lie down/ You are rounder/And you are all out and down.
Carter Family version from 1939.
Joan Baez, Daddy, You've Been on My Mind. The voice of an angel, the words of a poet, and Bruce Langhorne's guitar.
Joan Baez, It's All Over Now, Baby Blue. The voice of an angel, the words of a poet, and Langhorne's guitar.
Joan Baez, A Hard Rain's A Gonna Fall. The voice of an angel, the words of a poet, and Langhorne's guitar. The incredible mood of this version, especially the intro, is made by Langhorne and the bass of Russ Savakus, another well-known session player from those days. I've been listening to this song since '65 and it gives me chills every time.
And now the fifteen-year-old is an old man of 75, and tears stream from his eyes for the nth time as he listens to this and we are once again on the brink of nuclear war as we were back in October of '62. It'll be a hard rain indeed, should it fall. But the despicable Dems have been routed and sanity has returned to the White House. It's a New Morning.
Carolyn Hester, I'll Fly Away. Dylan on harp, a little rough and ragged. Langhorne on guitar? Not sure.
Joan Baez and her sister, Mimi Farina, Catch the Wind. Fabulous.
Joan Baez, Boots of Spanish Leather. Nanci Griffith also does a good job with this Dylan classic.
The very best version may be this duet of Griffith and Hester.
Betty Everett, You're No Good, 1963. More soulful than the 1975 Linda Ronstadt version.
The Ikettes, I'm Blue, 1962.
Lee Dorsey, Ya Ya, 1961. Simplicity itself. Three chords. I-IV-V progression. No bridge.
Malcolm Pollack writing from Ha Long Bay, near Hanoi, Vietnam:
. . . mainly I’m writing just now to note how little enthusiasm I have for travel these days. I’ve been all over the place in my lengthening life (I’ll be 69 in April), and more and more it seems to me that every place is, well, just some other place, and that gallivanting around is increasingly just exhausting and distracting. The world outside seems increasingly finite in comparison to what can (and should) be explored within — and once you’ve scratched the youthful itch of restlessness the trick, I think, is just to find someplace you like well enough, and to make yourself at home.
I could not agree more.
You may enjoy Three Reasons to Stay Home.
Of travel I've had my share, man. I've been everywhere.
Last night's mid-air collision over the Potomac reminded me of January 1982 and the heroism of Lenny Skutnick:
On a bitterly cold and snowy day in January 1982, Air Florida flight 90 took off from Washington D.C. heading to Tampa, Florida.
Immediately after takeoff the plane began experiencing problems from the ice that had formed on its wings. It plummeted, skipping off Washington’s 14th Street bridge and crashing into the icy waters of the Potomac River.
The ensuing rescue effort was broadcast on local television. Frigid temperatures and bad weather hampered the first responders. With time running out to save the crash victims, a bystander named Lenny Skutnik suddenly jumped in and saved flight attendant Priscilla Trijado, who had twice fallen back into the water after slipping away from rescue lines.
A speechwriter for Ronald Reagan named Aram Bakshian was watching the coverage. He immediately thought Skutnik’s story would resonate with the American people and decided to include it in his draft of Reagan’s upcoming State of the Union address.
Here is Reagan's SOTU tribute to Skutnick.
The low level of humanity tempts some of us to misanthropy. But there is no denying that heroes walk among us. Daniel Penny is another. And there is no denying that the White House from time to time is graced with a truly worthy occupant. Reagan, and now Trump.
The traditional doctrine of hell appears to be a consequence of two assumptions, the first of which is arguably unbiblical.
Geddes MacGregor: ". . . the doctrine of hell, with its attendant horrors, is intended as the logical development of the notion that, since man is intrinsically immortal, and some men turn out badly, they cannot enjoy the presence of God." (Reincarnation in Christianity, Quest Books, 1978, 121)
1) We are naturally, and intrinsically, immortal.
2) Some of us, by our evil behavior, have freely and forever excluded ourselves from the divine presence.
MacGregor: "Having permanently deprived themselves of the capacity to enjoy that presence [the presence of God] , they must forever endure the sense of its loss, the poena damni, as the medieval theologians called it." (Ibid.)
Therefore
3) There must be some state or condition, some 'place,' for these immortal souls, and that 'place' is hell. They will remain there either for all eternity or else everlastingly.
According to MacGregor, premise (1) is false because it has no foundation in biblical teaching. (Ibid.) St. Paul, says MacGregor, subscribes to conditional immortality. This is "immortality that is dependent on one's being 'raised up' to victory over death through the resurrection of Christ." (op. cit., 119) It follows that the medieval doctrine of hell is un-Christian.
The choice we face is not between heaven and hell but between heaven and utter extinction which, for MacGregor, is worse than everlasting torment.
Two issues: Would extinction of the person be worse than everlasting torment? That is not my sense of things. I would prefer extinction, for Epicurean reasons. The other issue is whether the Pauline texts and the rest of the Bible support conditional immortality. I have no fixed opinion on that question.
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Ecclesiolatry is one of the topics discussed.
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