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.
C: I wish to complain about this parrot what I purchased not half an hour ago from this very boutique.
O: Oh yes, the, uh, the Norwegian Blue…What’s,uh…What’s wrong with it?
C: I’ll tell you what’s wrong with it, my lad. ‘E’s dead, that’s what’s wrong with it!
O: No, no, ‘e’s uh,...he’s resting.
C: Look, matey, I know a dead parrot when I see one, and I’m looking at one right now.
O: No no he’s not dead, he’s, he’s restin’! Remarkable bird, the Norwegian Blue, idn’it, ay? Beautiful plumage!
C: The plumage don’t enter into it. It’s stone dead.
C: Look, I took the liberty of examining that parrot when I got it home, and I discovered the only reason that it had been sitting on its perch in the first place was that it had been NAILED there.
O: Well, o’course it was nailed there! If I hadn’t nailed that bird down, it would have nuzzled up to those bars, bent ‘em apart with its beak, and VOOM! Feeweeweewee!
C: “VOOM”?!? Mate, this bird wouldn’t “voom” if you put four million volts through it! ‘E’s bleedin’ demised!
O: No no! ‘E’s pining for the Fjords.
C: ‘E’s not pinin’! ‘E’s passed on! This parrot is no more! He has ceased to be! ‘E’s expired and gone to meet ‘is maker!
‘E’s a stiff! Bereft of life, ‘e rests in peace! If you hadn’t nailed ‘im to the perch ‘e’d be pushing up the daisies! ‘Is metabolic processes are now ‘istory! ‘E’s off the twig! ‘E’s kicked the bucket, ‘e’s shuffled off ‘is mortal coil, run down the curtain and joined the bleedin’ choir invisible!!
Auster sounds like a racist but I suppose that is the state we are all facing: has the time come where we refuse anyone in this country based on their religious beliefs? don't think that is what the founders intended and don't think Muslim religion deserves that but how do you know the bad guys from the good guys?
Auster is no racist. He is, however, a "culturalist" and, in that way, is never politically correct.
My sense is that he is fearful of dilution of the classical American cultural values - which have served us so well for a long time - whether by ideology, immigration, ignorant populist politics, or anything else.
He believes we have something precious to preserve and protect. And we do.
Off topic, sparked by that classic Monty Python skit...Still looking for another funny parrot story I once sent in to y'all, but lost myself..along the way found this link to the Parrot Chronicles (bird fancier site). More than I ever knew about keeping parrots and some general bird love anecdotes...including this:
"Parents supported bird lover
I wanted to share how I became a bird owner - or is it the other way around? When I was young, I was very attached to all animals, especially birds who had been caught by our family cats. I would take the bird to my mom and dad who set up a shoebox with bread and water and when it was time for bed, they would place the box on top of our clothesline so the bird could fly away when it was ready. The next morning, my mom or dad would run out with me to peer into the box and happily see it had flown away. It wasn't until about 7 years ago I was informed that each bird had died and my parents would remove it before morning. It had never dawned on me!
I also rescued birds that had fallen out of nests. For one bird, we climbed the tree but were not able to reach the nest so we borrowed a neighbor's ladder. My dad wasn't able to reach the nest from the ladder and I began to cry. He sat with me for awhile while I watched the bird play in its shoebox until he had to leave for his weekly volunteer fireman's meeting.
As I sat with my little buddy on the couch, I heard a loud sound outside. My dad and his fire crew had driven the fire truck onto the lawn and were hoisting up the ladder. He yelled for me to bring out the bird and he and his friends handed the bird to each other all the way up the ladder and placed it in its nest. "
For the rest (tho I personally think birds should be free):
Anyone who puts an 'ist' at the end of a noun that connotes a group of people is a racist. How about that? We need to stop that foolishness. No 'culturalist' in the dictionary. Or 'Christianist'.
Good for Auster. He's right and the sooner we begin to enact some serious discernment on who we let into this country, the better. Do I care if I sound racist? Nope.
Two people have questioned my belief that Lincoln was one of our finest presidents. One said Lincold could have prevented the Civil War by letting South Carolina sucede. I read Paul Johnson's book on American history where he detailed all the presidents and delved deeply beyond the historical framework into their characters. There is no question in my mind Lincoln was a man of character writ large. Johnson thought so, as well. It bothers me when people make me doubt a strong belief.