Tuesday, July 28, 2009

Thomas Sowell

on Barack Obama's ersatz post-racialism, alluding to the President's history as a "community organizer":
What does a community organizer do? What he does not do is organize a community. What he organizes are the resentments and paranoia within a community, directing those feelings against other communities, from whom either benefits or revenge are to be gotten, using whatever rhetoric or tactics will accomplish that purpose.

Patrick Buchanan

on Sergeant Crowley.

Monday, July 27, 2009

Cummings

a salesman is an it that stinks Excuse

Me whether it's president of the you were say
or a jennelman name misder finger isn't
important whether it's millions of other punks
or just a handful absolutely doesn't
matter and whether it's in lonjewray

or shrouds is immaterial it stinks

a salesman is an it that stinks to please

but whether to please itself or someone else
makes no more difference than if it sells
hate condoms education snakeoil vac
uumcleaners terror strawberries democ
ra(caveat emptor)cy superfluous hair

or Think We've Met subhuman rights Before

"I'll speak with your mama outside"

Thus spake Skippy Gates. According to the police report (PDF).

Jennifer Paterson on "meditation"

When we were filming it was often impossible to get to Mass, as the Catholic churches were either too far away or the services were at times when we were working. Hallaton had a charming medieval church and as we were hanging about while a service was going on I told Jennifer I was going inside to meditate. She became very agitated telling me I was risking my immortal soul and that she would pray for me. It was very peaceful at the back of the church and I had done many things more likely to endanger my soul.

Clarissa Dickson Wright, Spilling the Beans (Hodder & Stoughton, 2008), p. 248

One "Fat Lady" remembers another

Jennifer was an old-fashioned pre-Vatican II Catholic. The Second Vatican Council had done away with Latin as the language of the Church and introduced the vernacular, the priest now faced the congregation during Mass and all the strange things that would send you straight to hell such as eating meat on Friday or on a day of abstinence, or attending a service in a Protestant church had gone. Jennifer was deeply disapproving of these changes and during Mass when we were told to offer each other a sign of peace she would stare fixedly ahead and if anyone put out their hand she would glare fiercely and nod! As a result of this, although she lived just behind Westminster Cathedral where the uncle she lived with was gentilhommo, or steward, to the cardinal and another uncle had been a monseigneur she would get on her bike and ride fifteen minutes through the busy streets to attend Mass in Latin with, as she put it, all the bells, smells and glamour that make it fun.

Clarissa Dickson Wright, Spilling the Beans (Hodder & Stoughton, 2008). p. 233