Thursday, April 30, 2015

Victory at sea and more

  • Chris Johnson explains church and "openly gay." Of course the mainstream today is deaf to this or thinks it's hypocritical. Classic Anglo-Catholicism at its best was like this, echoed in the convert Fr. John Jay Hughes (A-C alum and now-retired Catholic priest who's bisexual): sure, "openly gay" but mostly that's not our business, but at the same time teaching what the Catholic Church teaches on this. And those parishes still had families with children then like most other denominations.
  • RIP Fr. Nicholas Gruner. I wasn't a follower (I'm about doctrine, the Mass, and the office, not private revelation) and he was a big self-promoter like a televangelist, a sensationalist ironically untraditional, but he said things about the church that needed to be said but that the mainstream doesn't, and reached people who don't read highbrow religious books or journals.
  • MGTOW: Red-pill podcasts by Sandman in Toronto.
  • LRC:
    • The totalitarian war on cash.
    • 175 years of great ocean liners. The golden age of Cunard, such as the Queen Mary. The United States, pre-space age streamlined and co-designed by the Navy as a fast troopship, is the last winner of the Blue Riband, shortening the trip from New York to Southampton to three days in 1952 (to party and romance in style, if you don't get seasick in the North Atlantic). Of course the transatlantic jetliner, the 707, put real ocean liners out of business by '69; the Queen Mary is a museum in greater L.A. (been aboard; the romance of the 1930s and the British Empire) while the United States is docked here in Philadelphia with people trying to save her. I hope whoever does keeps her United States Lines colors instead of junking up her paint scheme. Cruise ships today look ridiculous, not "yar" like the grand liners or the small Pacific Princess ("The Love Boat," built in Germany in '71 and alas just scrapped in Genoa; like most '70s TV the show was a come-on, all talk and no action with a dose of corn syrup); top-heavy, unseaworthy-looking floating hotels built for max occupancy but just asking for a Poseidon Adventure disaster (one big storm or wave and it'll be "Nearer My God to Thee"). That and the cruise lines are run on the cheap despite the nouveau luxury; the British and Norwegian companies use flags of convenience, registering the ships in Third World countries with lower costs and lower standards such as for safety. (Possibly also why those ships have outbreaks of disease, as if seasickness weren't bad enough.) We don't have a big merchant marine on paper anymore although of course the freighters and tankers are still around; lots of Scandinavian and Dutch officers with mini-UNs of polyglot "diverse" crews (as it has been been for centuries at sea). Civilian careers at sea aren't something Americans are interested in anymore, even though the feds have had the U.S. Merchant Marine Academy, copied from the Naval Academy, since '38 (bet you've never heard of it); during the war there was the U.S. Maritime Service, civilian but federal, of course based on the Navy. Merchant sailors from the war relatively recently got veteran status; because we got into the war, German U-boats used our shipping right off our East Coast for target practice. If you sailed in the convoys, you likely died. Brave. It still takes guts (and muscles, and a strong stomach) to sail but that went above and beyond. (The Queen Mary, painted Navy gray, was the Allies' fastest troopship; warship escorts couldn't keep up with her, but nor could Admiral Dönitz's U-boat wolfpacks. We fought the same submarine war vs. Japan and won.)

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