We are a commune of inquiring, skeptical, politically centrist, capitalist, anglophile, traditionalist New England Yankee humans, humanoids, and animals with many interests beyond and above politics. Each of us has had a high-school education (or GED), but all had ADD so didn't pay attention very well, especially the dogs. Each one of us does "try my best to be just like I am," and none of us enjoys working for others, including for Maggie, from whom we receive neither a nickel nor a dime. Freedom from nags, cranks, government, do-gooders, control-freaks and idiots is all that we ask for.
It's snowing hard this morning in NYC. Lovely, but I am concerned - deeply concerned - about the glacial advances and their effect on real estate values. Perhaps Dr. Merc is wise to live on his boat in Florida.
And some jolly Islamophobia from Steyn - one quote:
Signora Fallaci then moves on to the livelier examples of contemporary Islam -- for example, Ayatollah Khomeini's "Blue Book" and its helpful advice on romantic matters: "If a man marries a minor who has reached the age of nine and if during the defloration he immediately breaks the hymen, he cannot enjoy her any longer." I'll say. I know it always ruins my evening. Also: "A man who has had sexual relations with an animal, such as a sheep, may not eat its meat. He would commit sin." Indeed. A quiet cigarette afterwards as you listen to your favourite Johnny Mathis LP and then a promise to call her next week and swing by the pasture is by far the best way. It may also be a sin to roast your nine-year-old wife, but the Ayatollah's not clear on that.
That Steyn is so multicultually insensitive, isn't he? How does the sheep community feel about this casual dating?
I probably should have linked to it earlier but the full post on the subject is here. I only have two of them memorized, the long dash — and the e con accento in case I need to fill out a résumé or talk about war materiél.
Or ride in my coupé!
BTW, it's nice to see you're still alive and kicking. I've been reading your I'm-going-to-shoot-myself missives recently (the emails) and you were sounding a little down. Just comfort yourself with the thought that we probably would have gotten socialized medicine and 'green laws' no matter who was elected. And be grateful for one lone judge in Minnesota.
I adore Mark Steyn, mainly for his cheerful extremism is taking down those who ought to be dissed. His 'Shagged Sheep' essay ought to be read in toto, to get the full flavor. This is intelligent editorialism at its finest. He heartily disagrees with Oriana Fallacci on most of the positions she takes, but loves her for her raw courage in taking on the depraved, the dissolute and those who deserve it. I miss her, as he does.
You made me think of Florence King. She lives down the road from me, and sometimes I think of knocking on her door with some Girl Scout cookies. She probably has a sign over her door sort of like that Navy SEAL does. She and my mother were correspondents for several years. They grew up in Greenville, SC, and both grew up in the same style - that was their connection and they laughed over stuff a lot. I thought that was very cool for my mom who claimed to think just like 'Flo'.
Meta ... your comment on Florence King really struck me. Both my husband and I are Florence King enthusiasts -- an excellent prose stylist with great charm, and basically laugh-out-loud funny. Some years ago, when I had two eye operations, one of which we feared was going sour, my husband would read out loud a chapter from Florence every night, to make me laugh and help me go to sleep, so I have a special fondness for her.
If you ever see her, tell her she was a life-saver for me, and thank her in my name.