Wednesday, November 05, 2014


Even though I'm not athletic (failed at bowling a few years ago: pre-existing shoulder injury), I'm not "that guy," a self-righteous SWPL who wants to cut down the jocks out of envy, but I don't care about sports (not the same as hating them) and our society is insane about them.
  • Tim Cravens from 2008: I’m happy along with with the city that the Phillies have scored the winning touchdown, thus winning the World Series, basketball’s highest honor. That about sums it up for me. Fun to watch? Sure. See below. But nothing more. Paul Fussell: "We're Number 1! Because I'm Number Nothing."
  • Joshua Snyder: The Little League World Series is like going to the school dance with the girl next door. Minor-league baseball (me: the farm system for major-league) is like spending some quality time with the missus after a hard day for the both of you. MLB is like whacking off alone to hardcore porn on the Internet.
  • B-but, FOOTBALL! Gay and torture locker-room hazing get high schools' (yes, more than one) football season suspended, and everybody feels sorry for... the players. People's obsession with the game reminds me of that Tom Cruise teen drama All the Right Moves, about a football hero in Slavic Deer Hunter country, only they weren't perverts.
  • Mid-term election thoughts. To paraphrase a “Tweet” I read last night, U.S. elections come down to deciding which flavor of liberalism will prevail; there is no serious opposition going on.
  • Unlike in 1964 (a Goldwater pin is right in front of me): Some advice for Republicans from L. Neil Smith. I began my political activism in the early 1960s. One of my first campaigns was for Barry Goldwater. He was opposed, politically, not so much by the Democratic President (by assassination) Lyndon Baines Johnson, but by figures nominally in his own party: Henry Cabot Lodge, Nelson Rockefeller, William Scranton, George Romney (!evitavresnoc saw reven msinomroM), Mark Hatfield, Charles Percy, and a handful of other rich guys with a taste for Roosevelt's New Deal and "moderation" that Goldwater decried in his famous speech on moderation, extremism and justice. The speech that was written by a libertarian, Karl Hess. Goldwater went down to a humiliating 3-1 defeat at the vile hands of those who were supposed to be his allies, whereupon I vowed eternal enmity to "establishment" Republicans — like Scranton, who actually wept on national TV when Goldwater was nominated — for the rest of my life. There would be no Libertarian Party today, were it not for what Weeping Willie Scranton and fellow country clubbers did to Barry Goldwater. He was a damn sight better than what's out there now. But he was no saint; pro-abortion, setting the stage for the Sixties. (Heck, Reagan liberalized California's abortion laws.) Smith on this reminds me why I'm not really a libertarian anymore. ("You inconvenience me. Just die already." Ayn Rand seems like emotional porn for losers.) But I vote LP for president (since '04, with one abstention; sure, I'd vote for Gary Johnson again in '16) because like AuH2O in '64 they're the best game in town.
  • Although two friends recommended Tom Corbett to me, getting him my vote, maybe his loss isn't that big a deal: Corbett seems like he gave up as soon as he found out he actually had opposition. I'm not happy with Wolf, but Corbett hardly deserved to win. Not because his policies were bad, but because he seemed like he'd been phoning it in for at least the second half of his term.
  • Hey, Sandra Fluke lost too. Great!
  • "Obama: The Musical." He's only a symptom, so I don't care about him much, and I don't care what color he is (the Cathedral: race means nothing except when we say it means everything) or what country he was born in, even though that's in the Constitution (I don't think he's foreign-born, and if so, so what? His mom was a citizen, so all she had to do was fill out some forms and voilà, natural-born citizen). But yeah, he's not really black. 1950s Hawaii’s extreme racial liberalism (some 30 percent of marriages were interracial) doesn’t fit in well with contemporary prejudices about America’s racist past. Diversity before "diversity," a Steve Sailer favorite; Obama's not a victim.
  • Regarding Shoshana of Hollaback (sounds like a women's novel title) and Lena (the Janeane Garofalo of the '10s, "spokeswoman of her generation" from a weird rich family), don't get played, says a Roissy commenter: Otherwise very smart “red pill” men are keenly discussing contrived clickbait projects originating in the business plans of paid marketers and professional trolls. The fact that we do it more or less knowingly suggests our own implicit roles as useful idiots of the matrix.
  • Lefty idolatry of Pope Francis. Burke for Pope.
  • The feast of the Holy Relics. Metropolitan Kallistos (Ware — not a fan but anyway): Because Orthodox are convinced that the body is sanctified and transfigured together with the soul, they have an immense reverence for the relics of the saints. Like Roman Catholics, they believe that the grace of God present in the saints’ bodies during life remains active in their relics when they have died, and that God uses these relics as a channel of divine power and an instrument of healing. In some cases the bodies of saints have been miraculously preserved from corruption, but even where this has not happened, Orthodox show just as great a veneration towards their bones. This reverence for relics is not the fruit of ignorance and superstition, but springs from a highly developed theology of the body.
  • Guy Fawkes Day, Bonfire Night, the closest thing in England to Halloween when I was there. There's the huge irony that free-church, republican America is more hospitable to Catholics than the mother country with its anointed Christian king and coped and mitred state church. I prefer the Popes' Toryish historic wish to bring all this back into the family rather than overthrow it. (Which SOME Anglo-Catholics wanted while being Labour socialists like a lot of real Catholics.) But I remember the anti-Catholic mindset there hanging over everything like the old toxic London smog. Their elite knows the church very well (all those saints' names, etc. on old churches and other institutions) and says, "I will not serve."

1 comment:

  1. I was getting a passport photo taken this evening after work. I live and work in Cambridge, England. This evening I was getting a passport photo taken at a local shop. The store manager and an employee are both Iraqis from Mosul (Christians from what I can tell). When they heard I was American, they mentioned yesterday's election ("It makes little difference") and that they both love Ron Paul!

    Word gets around.


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