Someone Noticed Someone Had Been Noticed!
May 2, 2013 by at 9:37 pm
Not that it tempted anyone to pride or anything.
Anyhow… the anonymous author of the Signposts in a Strange Land blog was sharp enough to post this:
We didn’t have to step in it, but we did anyway.
…We know now that the modern world is coming to an end . . . at the same time, the unbeliever will emerge from the fogs of secularism. He will cease to reap benefit from the values and forces developed by the very Revelation he denies . . . Love will disappear from the face of the public world (Mt 23:12), but the more precious will that love be which flows from one [vaguely Walker-Percy-themed web-log] to another.
Write on, Komrade.
Thank You, Asshole
November 8, 2012 by at 9:55 am
If someone is placing items in the urinal, will friendly signage really sway that type of person?
Homo Symbolicus
November 5, 2012 by at 12:20 pm
“O pomo che maturo
solo prodotto fosti, o padre antico…”
– Paradiso, XXVI, 91-92
When Adam found his voice, the wilderness
Was ready: “Washed in meaning made complete
By Eden’s living stream, what names confess
Our roots commune in fruitful vine and wheat…”
Confirmed in nature, called by name, each word
Collects the truth as branches bearing fruit.
Our father, first in faith and doubt, had heard
And seen the ripe and raw, the soft and brute –
The babbling minaret’s catastrophe
Ordained his words to plant in thorns – he reaped
The wind, though not alone, since unity
Betrothed distinctions love alone has kept
Since Adam’s tongue anointed everything
With rites that verbalized the wilderness –
Each blade and leaf, each paw and fin and wing
That Adam’s ripened apple strained to bless.
The Despondent Rift: The San Andreas Fault in the Modern Polity
September 7, 2012 by at 7:21 am
Mr. Buchanan, who consistently has criticism enough for both parties, plumbs the depths and spans the width of the fault that now ruptures the country. (Note that both legislating God out of existence and putting common sense up for a national vote are, for vastly different reasons, in the end, two sets in the same game of folly). To paraphrase a recent politico who, I suspect, is probably more at home guffawing with a claque of fellow peckerwoods in a barber shop in downtown Texarkana than on a national stage, puzzled in a small hour and stuck between things, to understand why when he’s with Ohioans he finds himself talking like an Ohioan: it’s the soul, stupid.
Additional Supplementation
The situation seems to be looking up for the holidays.