Thursday, 07/21/2016

Ascent, Descent

July 21 was busy for NASA: Apollo 11 went up, Liberty Bell went up and down, and the Shuttle program ended.


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Angry, Angry Penguins


It is necessary to understand
That a poet may not exist, that his writings
Are the incomplete circle and straight drop
Of a question mark
And yet I know I shall be raised up
On the vertical banners of praise.

Ern Malley.


July 21, 11:38 PM | Permalink | Comments (0)

Iceberg, Right Ahead!

TURNNNNN! (Posted with permission.)


July 21, 11:04 PM in Family Life | Permalink | Comments (0)

Geraldine Jones Made Me Do It

The Gray Lady, July 21, 1863:

For the persecution of the negro there is divided responsibility. The hostility of Irishmen to Africans is unworthy of men who themselves seek and find, in America, an asylum from oppression. Yet this hostility would not culminate in murder and arson, but for the stimulants supplied by fanatics.

Journalists who persistently inflame and exasperate the ignorant and lawless against the negro, are morally responsible for these outrages. But what cares WENDELL PHILLIPS how many negroes are murdered, if their blood furnishes material for agitation?

There is abundant occasion for the public abhorrence of mob violence. But when all the circumstances have been reviewed, the popular condemnation of those who, while the nation is struggling for existence, thrust the unoffending negro forward as a target for infuriated mobs, will become general and emphatic.

Ultra-Abolitionists were hailed in South Carolina as the "best friends" of secession. Practically, they are the worst enemies of the colored man. But for the "malign influence" of these howling demagogues in Congress and with the President, rebellion would not, in the beginning, have assumed such formidable proportions; nor in its progress would the North have been divided, or the Government crippled.

Sexism?  Hillary's fault.  Plagiarism?  Michelle's fault.  Racism?  Barack's fault.  Slavery?  Abolitionists' fault.  Always the same song...


July 21, 10:37 PM | Permalink | Comments (0)

Not Since The Dark Days Of 1777

Some historical hot takes on a hot day.  By July 21, Congress got Gen'l St Clair's explanation of some unpleasantness that went down at Ticonderoga at the beginning of the month:

A letter, of the 18, from General Washington, enclosing a copy of a letter, of the 14, to him from General Schuyler, Fort Edward, also, a letter of the 14th from General St. Clair, at Fort Edward, with a copy of the proceedings of a council of war for evacuating Ticonderoga and Mount Independence, were read...

Ordered, That the letter from General St. Clair, with the paper enclosed, be referred for publication to the Committee of Intelligence; and, then, that the same, together with the letter from General Washington and the papers enclosed, be referred to the Board of War.

He wrote:

I called the General Officers together, to take their sentiments. They were unanimously of opinion that the places should be evacuated without the least loss of time; and it was accordingly set about that night, the 5th instant, after embarking in boats as much of our cannon, provision and stores, as was possible.
The body of the army reached Castle-Town the next evening, thirty miles from Ticonderoga, and twelve from Skeensborough; but the rear guard, under the command of Colonel Warner, which, with the stragglers and infirm, amounted to near 1200, stopped short of that place six miles, and were next morning attacked by a strong detachment the enemy had sent to hang upon our rear and retard our march. Two regiments of militia, who had left us the evening before, and halted about two miles from Colonel Warner, were immediately ordered to his assistance; but, to my great surprize, they marched directly down to me. 

At the same time I received information that the enemy were in possession of Skeensborough, and had cut off all our boats and armed vessels. This obliged me to change my route, that I might not be put betwixt two fires, and at the same time be able to bring off Colonel Warner, to whom I sent orders, if he found the enemy too strong, to retreat to Rutland, where he would find me to cover him, that place lying nearly at an equal distance from both. Before my orders reached him his party was dispersed [readers might remember that from earlier this month], after having for a considerable time sustained a very warm engagement, in which the enemy suffered so much, that they pursued but a very small distance.
I have the utmost confidence in the candour of Congress, and persuade myself, notwithstanding the loss they have sustained, when they have impartially considered that I was posted, with little more than 2000 men, in a place that required 10,000 to defend it--that these 2000 were ill equipped and worse armed, not above one bayonet in ten, an arm essential in the defence of lines--that with these 2000 I have made good a retreat from under the nose of an army at least four times their numbers, and have them now betwixt the enemy and the country, ready to act against them that my conduct will appear at least not deserving censure.

Sounds a bit defensive, eh?  Congress seems to have been displeased.  John Adams wrote to Abigail in August:

I think We shall never defend a Post, untill We shoot a General. After that We shall defend Posts, and this Event in my Opinion is not far off. No other Fort will ever be evacuated without anEnquiry, nor any Officer come off without a Court Martial. We must trifle no more

Yikes.  Well, St Clair and Schuyler both were exonerated by court martial the following year.  In the meantime, Gates took over and kicked Burgoyne's butt at Saratoga some weeks later, finally wiping off the disgrace.


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Wednesday, 07/20/2016

Woodstock Base Here, The Soul Sacrifice Has Landed

"We had plugged in to a whole lot of hearts..."


July 20, 11:20 PM | Permalink | Comments (0)

Francesco Base Here, The Petrarca Has Landed

A qualunque animale alberga in terra:

When the evening drives out daylight's clarity,
and our shadow makes another's dawn,
I gaze pensively at cruel stars,
that have created me of sentient earth:
and I curse the day I saw the sun,
that makes me in aspect like a wild man of the woods.

I do not think that any creature so harsh
grazed the woods, either by night or day,
as she, through whom I weep in sun or shade:
and I am not wearied by first sleep or dawn:
for though I am mortal body of this earth,
my fixed desire comes from the stars.



July 20, 10:38 PM | Permalink | Comments (0)

Tranquility Base Here, The Punch Has Landed

Not fake.  Nor this.  But this is.


July 20, 8:55 PM in Mars, Bitches! | Permalink | Comments (0)

Tranquility Base Here, The Sadie Has Landed



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Tuesday, 07/19/2016

With the disc activity lights out, it's less dangerous

Here geeks are now, entertain us!


July 19, 11:49 PM | Permalink | Comments (0)

My work is like any other work

A Talk with a Tax Collector:

Citizen tax collector!
                                        Excuse me for disturbing you.
Thank you...
                        don't bother...
                                                    I'll stand...
I have here
                    a business
                                        of a delicate nature:
about the place
                            of the poet
                                                in the workers society...

Vladimir Mayakovsky.


July 19, 11:12 PM | Permalink | Comments (0)

Still Pink After All These Years

Pilgrims in an unholy land:

On Monday, Code Pink carried their message inside the Quickens Loan Arena, disrupting speeches throughout the day. Alli McCracken, the organization’s co-director, initiated the effort. She stood with a banner that reads “Yes We Can End War!” during Senator Jeff Session’s speech, counteracting the rhetoric of the convention with Code Pink’s message.

“Trump’s hate makes us unsafe!” she yelled. “Stop Trump’s Islamophobia! Stop Mike Pence’s war on women!” She resisted those who attempted to wrestle away her banner — the man seated in front of her gave the cloth an especially violent tug.
Both McCracken and [a] second protestor were removed by security. The Hillreports that as the latter left with her “Refugees Welcome” banner, former Mayor Rudy Giuliani—at the podium during her protest—said, “It means we are getting to them.”

Naturally Mayor Nounverb911 has it backwards...


July 19, 10:34 PM in Pax Americana | Permalink | Comments (1)

If you're fixing to go to the Moon

What a groovy thing:

Between the Moon and Earth, there came a point where the gravity of the approaching body became stronger than that of the receding body. When this point of gravitational equality was reached, it was customary for mission control, and especially those concerned with flight dynamics, to switch their frame of reference from one world to another.

However, because the Moon itself was in motion around Earth, the numbers representing the spacecraft‘s speed and position appeared to jump. Journalists, more used to figuring out the trajectories of political figures rather than those of spacecraft, found it difficult to make sense of this change in the velocity figures being fed to them by the NASA public affairs people, and some got the impression that a ‘barrier’ was being crossed and that this must surely be felt by the crew.

Mike Collins later related how Phil Shaffer, one of the flight dynamics controllers in the MOCR struggled to explain the truth to reporters as Apollo 8 entered the lunar sphere of influence: “Never has the gulf between the non-technical journalist and the non-journalistic technician been more apparent. The harder Phil tried to dispel the notion, the more he convinced some of the reporters that the spacecraft actually would jiggle or jump as it passed into the lunar sphere. The rest of us smirked and tittered as poor Phil puffed and laboured, and thereafter we tried to discuss the lunar sphere of influence with Phil as often as we could, especially when outsiders were present.”

As a homeward-bound Apollo 11 crossed the imaginary line between the gravitational spheres of influence of the two worlds, Capcom Bruce McCandless called the spacecraft to inform the crew: “Apollo 11, this is Houston. Stand by for a ‘mark’ leaving the lunar sphere of influence." He then indicated the moment’s passing, “Mark. You’re leaving the lunar sphere of influence. Over.”

Collins saw a chance for some mischief. “Roger. Is Phil Shaffer down there?“ The FIDO console was being manned by Dave Reed rather than Shaffer. “Negative.” said McCandless, “but we've got a highly qualified team on in his stead.”

“Roger. I wanted to hear him explain it again to the press conference," teased Collins. “Tell him the spacecraft [definitely] gave a little jump as it went through the [equigravisphere].“

“Okay. I'll pass it on to him. Thanks a lot," said McCandless, “and Dave Reed is sort of burying his head in his arms right now.”

One line that's always bugged me in the otherwise generally excellent From the Earth to the Moon:

It is the biggest rocket anyone has ever seen, a behemoth intended to transport men beyond the influence of the Earth.

What, the Moon isn't under the influence of the Earth?  Anyway, NASA defined the equigravisphere as 40,000 statute miles (64,374 kilometers) from the center of the Moon.  Earth's gravity is still there, just a little less than it is in Houston.  A frame of reference to help them figure out where they're going, is all...


July 19, 10:06 PM in Mars, Bitches! | Permalink | Comments (0)

I Never Doff My Cleveland Baseball Cap

Friends Journal posted on FB:

When a new visitor brings up Quaker cereal, Andrew uses it as an opportunity to talk about the black hat as a demonstration of the equality testimony: "at one time two-thirds of Quaker English men were in prison because they would not tip their hats to the Lords when seeing them on the street."

Yes, we're a rude people known for our hats and cereal, which is why even memorial services become teachable moments for you fucking heathens.


July 19, 8:52 PM in And Fuck... | Permalink | Comments (2)

We ask it, in the spirit of love, of Him Who is the Source of Love

For our sakes who adore Thee, Lord, blast their hopes, blight their lives, protract their bitter pilgrimmage, make heavy their steps, water their way with their tears, stain the white snow with the blood of their wounded feet!

 - Mark Twain, The War Prayer

Welcome to the new reality TV show, America's Top Pastor:

On Monday night, South Carolina pastor Rev. Mark Burns took the stage to deliver the benediction for the convention’s first afternoon session. Although a relatively unknown Trump campaign surrogate, his scheduled prayer had created some buzz: Burns is a preacher of the so-called “prosperity gospel,” a deeply capitalist — and highly controversial — form of Christianity that has traditionally championed money and wealth but shied away from politics.

Last night, however, Burns shattered any misconception that prosperity preachers cannot be political. Instead, he delivered a prayer that unapologetically asked God to side with Republicans over Democrats, a move that sharply broke from the long legacy of relatively non-partisan prayers at conventions.
Even before he finished, Burns’ prayer sparked fierce criticism on social media from liberal and conservative Christians alike. Yahoo News senior editor and storied religion reporter Amy Sullivan called it “the most explicitly partisan prayer heard at a major party convention in modern times.” Eric Teetsel, former faith outreach director for Marco Rubio’s campaign, tweeted that it was “shameful,” saying it was “a disgusting and disturbing misuse of God's name and lies.” And the Interfaith Alliance, a group that “celebrates religious freedom,” released a sharply worded statement condemning the prayer.

“I have rarely heard a more inappropriate contribution to political proceedings as the benediction by Pastor Mark Burns at the opening session of the Republican National Convention,” Interfaith Alliance President Rabbi Jack Moline said. “The idea that a member of the clergy would invoke his God’s name and, in the next breath, declare the candidate from the other party to be the enemy seems to be an attempt to replace ‘nomination’ with ‘ordination.’ However, invoking religion to launch such attacks devalues faith and disrespects the people of the United States who are hoping for a debate on the issues, not an ‘ex cathedra’ pronouncement. Republican delegates should decline to respond ‘amen.’”

Cthulhu is sorry for being late...


July 19, 6:59 PM | Permalink | Comments (1)

Look At The Amplitude!

Yup, I watched the Games as a young lad, and fell in love with an older woman...


July 19, 12:18 AM | Permalink | Comments (0)

Monday, 07/18/2016

And maybe I’ll be loved by the people for this

On The Question Of Freedom:

You talk to me of freedom? Empty question
under umbrellas of bombs in the sky
It’s a disgrace to be free of your own age
A hundred times more shameful than to be its slave

Yes I’m enslaved to Tashkent women
and to Dallas bullets and Peking slogans
and Vietnam widows and Russian women
with picks beside the tracks and kerchiefs over their eyes

Yes I’m not free of Pushkin and Blok
Not free of the State of Maryland and Zima Station
Not free of the Devil and God
Not free of earth’s beauty and its shit

Yes I’m enslaved to a thirst for taking a wet-mop
to the heads of all the bickerers & butchers of the world
Yes I’m enslaved to the honor of busting the mugs
of all the bastards on earth

Yevgeny Yevtushenko.


July 18, 11:41 PM | Permalink | Comments (0)

Give 'em Hell, 54th!

Can't not remark on the 54th's famous failed assault on Wagner:

FTR, the Fort was eventually abandoned by the Rebs, though I guess the film Glory isn't entirely inaccurate saying it was never actually taken.


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Sunday, 07/17/2016

The Whole River In A Manner Was Covered

Water, water everywhere, nor any drop to mix with your drink...


July 17, 11:14 PM | Permalink | Comments (0)

It's a friendly disease catching colors from the air

Life is a Carnival:

Dinner finished, wine in hand, in a vaguely competitive spirit
of disclosure, we trail Google Earth's invisible pervert
through the streets of our hometowns, but find them shabbier,
     or grossly
contemporized, denuded of childhood's native flora,
stuccoed or in some other way hostile
to the historical reenactments we expect of our former
settings. What sadness in the disused curling rinks, their illegal
basement bars imploding, in the seed of a Walmart
sprouting in the demographic, in Street View's perpetual noon.
     With pale
and bloated production values, hits of AM radio rise
to the surface of a network of social relations long obsolete.
     We sense
a loss of rapport. But how sweet the persistence
of angle parking! Would we burn these places rather than see
change, or just happily burn them, the sites of wreckage
from which we staggered with our formative injuries into the rest
of our lives. They cannot be consigned to the fourfold,
though the age we were belongs to someone else. Like our old
house. Look what they've done to it. Who thought this would
     be fun?
A concert, then, YouTube from those inconceivable days before
YouTube, an era boarded over like a bankrupt country store,
cans still on its shelves, so hastily did we leave it. How beautiful
they are in their poncey clothes, their youthful higher
registers, fullscreen, two of them dead now. Is this eternity?
Encore, applause, encore; it's almost like being there.

Karen Solie.


July 17, 10:40 PM | Permalink | Comments (0)

If I had ever been here before on another time around the wheel

I would probably know just how to deal with all of you.


July 17, 9:16 PM | Permalink | Comments (0)


Take the initiative in seeking ways by which you can have the experience of a common sharing of mutual worth and value. It may be hazardous, but you must do it.

 - Howard Thurman in Jesus and the Disinherited

Black Lives Matter needs white bodies:

Black Lives Matter (BLM) is the new no-nonsense civil rights movement. Decades after America's legacy civil rights movement, methodological change is a must. It is not pretty. To some, sometimes it is downright scary. Yet clearly attention is required to force justifiable change.

America is in the midst of many internal battles. Income inequality affects us all in the aggregate. The corrosive nature of money in politics affects us all. The destruction of the environment affects us all. We are all comfortable fighting those battles as progressives no matter who we are.

But there are certain wrongs that affect only some of us. Many are unable to empathize with those, to see through the eyes of the aggrieved. The Black Lives Matter movement is the ultimate result of that reality. Black Lives Matter’s in-your-face nature tells society as a whole that it will make you uncomfortable until society gets it right.
Several black women spoke at the rally [St Louis BLM rally commemorating the one-year anniversary of Sandra Bland's death], focusing for the most part on black women killed by the police because, they intimated, the movement has concentrated thus far on black men gunned down by the police. They had a poignant message, however, for many in the crowd—specifically the Netroots Nation visitors, specifically white people. They thanked them for being there but wanted much more.

These BLM women declared they want white folks to speak up more. They did not want placation or tacit acknowledgement of the problem—they wanted engagement. One of the women said that she feels the pain when any killing occurs, no matter who it is, and that she wanted that reciprocity.
{E}very minority feels an initial discomfort when they are first immersed into an environment of pure whiteness. They survived. Every white person immersing into a different environment will survive as well. Moreover, they will complete the loop of reciprocity to see through the eyes of other. They would have done their part to really engage. They would indeed become part of the solution. More “white bodies” in the struggle will cause the chain reaction, the peer pressure needed to solve the police brutality problem that afflicts black and brown bodies and many of the other related moral ills.very minority feels an initial discomfort when they are first immersed into an environment of pure whiteness. They survived. Every white person immersing into a different environment will survive as well. Moreover, they will complete the loop of reciprocity to see through the eyes of other. They would have done their part to really engage. They would indeed become part of the solution. More “white bodies” in the struggle will cause the chain reaction, the peer pressure needed to solve the police brutality problem that afflicts black and brown bodies and many of the other related moral ills.

Yes, the movement needs maladjusted white people as allies who are up to engaging in stunts, even if it inconveniences somebody.


July 17, 7:42 PM in Pax Americana | Permalink | Comments (0)

Экспериментальный полёт «Союз» — «Аполлон»

Speaking of Apollo, Deke finally got himself onto the rotation.


July 17, 6:05 PM in Mars, Bitches! | Permalink | Comments (0)

To Pretend To Go Where No Man Or Smurf Has Gone Before

Launch and TLI were yesterday, today has Apollo 11 doing a midcourse correction and some TV.  In honor of that, here's some Jules Verne:

"Man began by walking on all-fours; then, one fine day, on two feet; then in a carriage; then in a stage-coach; and lastly by railway. Well, the projectile is the vehicle of the future, and the planets themselves are nothing else! Now some of you, gentlemen, may imagine that the velocity we propose to impart to it is extravagant. It is nothing of the kind. All the stars exceed it in rapidity, and the earth herself is at this moment carrying us round the sun at three times as rapid a rate, and yet she is a mere lounger on the way compared with many others of the planets! And her velocity is constantly decreasing. Is it not evident, then, I ask you, that there will some day appear velocities far greater than these, of which light or electricity will probably be the mechanical agent?”

“Yes, gentlemen,” continued the orator, “in spite of the opinions of certain narrow-minded people, who would shut up the human race upon this globe, as within some magic circle which it must never outstep, we shall one day travel to the moon, the planets, and the stars, with the same facility, rapidity, and certainty as we now make the voyage from Liverpool to New York! Distance is but a relative expression, and must end by being reduced to zero.”

The assembly, strongly predisposed as they were in favor of the French hero, were slightly staggered at this bold theory. Michel Ardan perceived the fact.

“Gentlemen,” he continued with a pleasant smile, “you do not seem quite convinced. Very good! Let us reason the matter out. Do you know how long it would take for an express train to reach the moon? Three hundred days; no more! And what is that? The distance is no more than nine times the circumference of the earth; and there are no sailors or travelers, of even moderate activity, who have not made longer journeys than that in their lifetime. And now consider that I shall be only ninety-seven hours on my journey. Ah! I see you are reckoning that the moon is a long way off from the earth, and that one must think twice before making the experiment. What would you say, then, if we were talking of going to Neptune, which revolves at a distance of more than two thousand seven hundred and twenty millions of miles from the sun! And yet what is that compared with the distance of the fixed stars, some of which, such as Arcturus, are billions of miles distant from us? And then you talk of the distance which separates the planets from the sun! And there are people who affirm that such a thing as distance exists. Absurdity, folly, idiotic nonsense! Would you know what I think of our own solar universe? Shall I tell you my theory? It is very simple! In my opinion the solar system is a solid homogeneous body; the planets which compose it are in actual contact with each other; and whatever space exists between them is nothing more than the space which separates the molecules of the densest metal, such as silver, iron, or platinum! I have the right, therefore, to affirm, and I repeat, with the conviction which must penetrate all your minds, ‘Distance is but an empty name; distance does not really exist!’”

Then he let on it was all a hoax, just like what the Smurfs pulled off...


July 17, 4:38 PM in Mars, Bitches! | Permalink | Comments (0)

Saturday, 07/16/2016

Die Entführung

Just a little Spingspiel...


July 16, 11:20 PM | Permalink | Comments (0)

Alpha And Omega

Alphabet's End:

So I'll speak ill of the dead. A was crooked,
planting the small left finger of the raccoon in the upholstery
before he sold the car. B made certain to point out Celia's
bewildered look before her pink slip came in the flimsy institution.
In the videos of C, a jejune overwhelmed the cast.
D built dollhouses. Even Lonnie down at Shell
found him less a man for it, the night they went off to see the stock
cars break. I wanted E's hair, but by the end it was no more. F
refused alms, pulling the man up by his shirt in the street, and
G sought rewards. Marybeth said H fondled her for sport.
Now you, I, Smokey, hell
bent on a village version of Club 21, embarrassed by our attentions.
Mistrust it was. Dig me a chamber of preparedness.

Susan Wheeler.


July 16, 10:28 PM | Permalink | Comments (0)

She'll want me from my head 2 my feet

Yeah, yeah, yeah!


July 16, 9:50 PM | Permalink | Comments (0)

Einstein's Younger Brother

Brothers in space!

"So, where[as] I used to be just 6 minutes older, now I am 6 minutes and 5 milliseconds older," Mark Kelly said Tuesday (July 12) during a panel discussion at the ISS Research & Development 2016 conference in San Diego. Scott Kelly also participated in the panel, which was moderated by CNN TV personality Sanjay Gupta and webcast live. "Now I've got that over his head."

Mark Kelly is also a former NASA astronaut; he logged a total of 54 days in orbit over the course of four space shuttle missions between 2001 and 2011. But Scott Kelly's greater exposure to space radiation could end up aging him prematurely, Mark joked.

"So if 10 years from now, I look like I'm 60 and he looks like he's 80, you'll know what happened," Mark said. (The brothers are 52.)

"Mark got Botoxed, is what happened," Scott shot back, drawing a laugh from the audience.

How odd that NdGT never mentioned botox...


July 16, 8:37 PM in Mars, Bitches! | Permalink | Comments (0)

We Are Become Death

Holy hell.


July 16, 7:00 PM | Permalink | Comments (0)

Friday, 07/15/2016

But when the mind opens

Divinity School Address:

In this refulgent summer, it has been a luxury to draw the breath of life. The grass grows, the buds burst, the meadow is spotted with fire and gold in the tint of flowers. The air is full of birds, and sweet with the breath of the pine, the balm-of-Gilead, and the new hay.

Night brings no gloom to the heart with its welcome shade. Through the transparent darkness the stars pour their almost spiritual rays. Man under them seems a young child, and his huge globe a toy. The cool night bathes the world as with a river, and prepares his eyes again for the crimson dawn. The mystery of nature was never displayed more happily. The corn and the wine have been freely dealt to all creatures, and the never-broken silence with which the old bounty goes forward, has not yielded yet one word of explanation. One is constrained to respect the perfection of this world, in which our senses converse.

How wide; how rich; what invitation from every property it gives to every faculty of man! In its fruitful soils; in its navigable sea; in its mountains of metal and stone; in its forests of all woods; in its animals; in its chemical ingredients; in the powers and path of light, heat, attraction, and life, it is well worth the pith and heart of great men to subdue and enjoy it.

The planters, the mechanics, the inventors, the astronomers, the builders of cities, and the captains, history delights to honor.

Ralph Waldo Emerson.


July 15, 11:39 PM | Permalink | Comments (0)

Let It Ring

We've been looking for a project to do together for a while.


July 15, 11:01 PM | Permalink | Comments (0)

Money Is The Root Of All Evil

Some people have a love/hate relationship with Six Pence None The Richer:

Here’s the passage in question, from Lewis’ Mere Christianity:

Every faculty you have, your power of thinking or of moving your limbs from moment to moment, is given to you by God. If you devoted every moment of your whole life exclusively to His service you could not give Him anything that was not in a sense His own already. So that when we talk of a man doing anything for God or giving anything to God, I will tell you what it is really like. It is like a small child going to his father and saying, “Daddy, give me sixpence to buy you a birthday present.” Of course, the father does, and he is pleased with the child’s present. It is all very nice and proper, but only an idiot would think that the father is sixpence to the good on the transaction. …

That’s a charming illustration, and it’s partly true — which is to say it’s also partly not true.

The problem can be seen once Lewis moves from the fuzzy generality of “giving anything to God” to the specific analogy of the child’s sixpence. What would it mean, actually, to try to give sixpence to God?

I don’t mean a figurative or an allegorical sixpence here, with the coins symbolizing good works or our attempts at righteousness or some other such abstraction. I mean the actual sum of sixpence in cash money.

Would would it mean, concretely, to give money directly to God?

Well, if G-d were one of us, I prolly could give it to her on the bus...


July 15, 8:33 PM | Permalink | Comments (1)

So I Chose An Axe Murderer To Be My Veep

Trump Pence none the richer...


July 15, 7:45 PM | Permalink | Comments (0)

The Senate: How Does It Work?

Read harder, Senator:

The senators pushing for the Senate to confirm judges were perplexed by Tillis' argument.

"I’m not sure what version of the Constitution you’re reading that doesn’t say confirming judges is part of your job in the United States Senate," Sen. Elizabeth Warren (D-MA) said, according to the Huffington Post.

He must have read Article 12 that said the President can appoint judges without advice or consent, so congrats Justice Merrick Garland!


July 15, 6:58 PM in Constitution, Schmonstitution | Permalink | Comments (0)