The desk of your faithful correspondent is a pretty messy thing. If Martha Stewart were to see it she would probably run away screaming and demand to be boarded at the local ladies' prison where order prevails.
While going through a pile of odd scraps of paper this writer came across a quotation from the historian and philosopher Paul Johnson: "Rock music is the single most blatant stigma of the death of civilization that we are witnessing."
This writer cannot say when the statement by Mr. Johnson was made, nor when the quotation was written down and stuffed into the attic of forgotten Post-It notes. But your faithful correspondent feels, in his early dotage and after having listened to rock and rock 'n roll music during a misspent youth, cannot help but agree with Mr Johnson's sentiments.
Apparently not all Dutchmen are culturally suicidal: Dutch politician doubts Muslim ministers' loyalty International News Reute. Note the last paragraph of the story and ask yourself if any American politician would have the courage to say such a thing.
Finally, here's a web site that brings back memories of the days when Anglo-British relations were more friendly than they now are: 18 Doughty Street : Politics for Adults HOME The reader should click on the small world map on the right side of the screen under which is written Advert Launch: A World Without America to see an interesting advertisement. It is a shameful thing that many Britons and Americans do not realize the debt that we owe one another.
Saturday, February 24, 2007
Saturday, February 17, 2007
The Solvent That Dissolves the Cement
Several times in the past your faithful correspondent has written about the apparent slow motion downfall of American civilization in the name of political correctness, being inclusive and just being great big suckers, and the contention that the downfall will benefit no one; either those being brought down or those doing the bringing down.
For such a stance this writer has been called a paleo-conservative. This is an inaccurate description. The classic definition of a conservative, whether vanilla or paleo, is of a man who stands across the march of time and "progress" shouting "Stop!" This writer is standing across the seeming irresistible tide of modernity and post-modernity shouting "Go back! Beyond this point are dragons that will eat you for hors d'ouerves, and your children and grandchildren and great grandchildren will curse you memory for abandoning the Western canon in favor of anarchism, barbarity and just bad taste."
What brings on this particular screed concerning the hole that our nations cultural elites are digging us into, whether with or without our permission, are several things. The first is the inordinate amount of coverage that the passing of Anna Nichole Smith has brought to the media. The second is a talk by Dr. James Hirsen concerning the corrosive effect of popular culture, specifically the cinema, on the culture at large.
Let's face it. Anna Nichole Smith, may she rest in peace and God have mercy on her soul through Our Lord Christ, was nothing but a, to use an old popular word, a hooch. She came to fame by allowing herself to be photographed naked. Granted, she had a lovely figure, but so do many other women, including the ever lovely Lady Nib who has never allowed herself to be photographed naked, and she maintained her fame by allowing herself to be photographed naked and by being incredibly dumb. She was a slow motion train wreck that, for some reason, the media, and note that this writer does not say "the public" (the public has access only to those things that the media covers), was fascinated with. This fascination with Miss Smith is really tantamount with a fascination with the strippers that one finds at one's local "Gentleman's Club." In fact, the women at the local strip joint probably have more interesting tales to tell than Miss Smith had to tell.
But for some reason the media have decided that Miss Smith's passing of this mortal coil deserves microscopic inspections of her life, her death, her children, her many assignations and her finances. In other words, your local news reader has spent the last week celebrating the life of a woman who's claim to fame was a pleasant form as if she were the leader of a major nation. To be crude, as far as the news media are concerned, boobs trump local, national or world events. That's what a degree in journalism is worth: the mentality of a fourteen year old boy drooling over a copy of Juggs magazine.
There are times when your faithful correspondent feels like sitting back in the chaise in the solarium and saying to the family maid, "Babette, sweet and lovely frogette, please bring me a G&T. And then bring me another in fifteen minutes and continue to do so every fifteen minutes until I am goggled-eyed. The you have my permission to sneak off to the pub and meet, and bill and coo with an honest young yeoman farmer as long as his name is Bill or Bob or Albert." Thinking of the state of the "entertainment" industry causes this writer to reach for the Bombay Gin and Schweppe's.
Dr. James Hirsen, who is/was a professor at Trinity College in Orange County and Biola University, in an interview on the radio program Apologetics.com this morning pointed out the intellectual dishonesty of the entertainment industry and its sense of privilege and oppose, philosophically, to the rest of us plebes who actually pay their wages.
If you, like this writer, are a conservative or reactionary, you might wonder why those in Hollywood seem so hell bound on proving to you what an idiot, dupe of the Man or sucker you are while the powers that be in the movie/television/ music industry seem to give themselves a pass for behaving badly and setting a bad example for your children. This writer has no answer except that the power in the entertainment industry is infect badly with post-modernism.
Could it be that they think that behaving badly is a good thing? Or to be more accurate, is their behaving badly is a good thing? One wonders if they would be happy knowing that the mechanic who is working on their Mercedes was so drunk that he mistook the oil filler cap for the brake fluid filler cap or stuffed an oxygen sensor into a spark plug hole. Behaving badly and showing and celebrating people proudly behaving badly is okay for them. But, of course, when their wives are caught in bed with the pool boy suddenly isn't as funny as it is in an episode of Desperate Housewives.
Consider the fact that the Hollywood elite considers itself the intellectual elite. They are above the norms of right and wrong, the moral and the immoral. Is it not a strange thing that the majority of the vocal persons in the entertainment industry oppose the death penalty while making films that celebrate murderers, sadism and sluttish behavior i.e., Saw I, II and III, Hostel, any Hannibal Lechter movie, Showgirls, Coyote Ugly. They entertainment elite denigrate the military during a time of war while the enemy, whether in Iraq, Afghanistan or in secret wars, protect said elite from the very enemy that claims that Hollywood is polluting and corrupting their world and who would, if given the chance, behead the Hollywood elites before they would behead Jerry Falwell or the Christians, or whatever stripe, who try to uphold traditional Western values. The elites seem to believe that they are above the concerns of the rest of us and use their influence to ruin the very thing that holds them up.
Back in the 1970s a French writer wrote a novel entitled The Camp of the Saints which dealt with a sudden and mass immigration of people from the Third World into Europe. One of the concerns of the novel dealt with the corruption of Western culture by people who did not value Western culture and who did not understand the value of Western culture. In one chapter of the novel there is described the experience of a man sitting in his house overlooking the beach in southern France where many ships full of Third World immigrants have beached. He waits for the inundation while cooking a supper, making sure that his rifle is loaded and listening to Mozart, who the author of the novel calls the epitome of Western music and culture. A shaggy hair French man appears in his courtyard claiming that he is simpatico with the invasion and looks forward to the overtaking of Western civilization by people who not only fix a carburetor or understand the writings of Saint Augustine, but can't even start a car or read. The homeowner listen to the shaggy man's rant for a while and then calmly shoots him dead. Consider yourself the homeowner and the entertainment industry the shaggy man.Much of it is against you and your values. They worry more about the effects of second hand smoke on your daughter than they do about influencing your daughter to become a round heels. They worry more about the deleterious effects on your son by becoming a Marine than they do about your son becoming a serial murderer preying on the daughters of other. They are more worried about you being a devout Christian than they are about you being a jihadist Muslim. Your life, as a legal and productive member of the American culture, is worth less than an illegal alien drug dealer. You are normal. You are an American. You are a Christian or Jew. You pay your taxes. You try to get your children a good education and assure them of a good life. And thus, you are, in the eyes of Hollywood, a freak and the people you consider freaks, criminals or dangerous, are the heroes.
There was a time when movies urged the viewer up. Now the movies seem to try to pull the viewer down. There was a time when fidelity to God, country, marriage were considered good things. Now (actually for the past forty years) these virtues are considered non-inclusive and what were considered vices are considered avant-garde. White and black trash behavior are celebrated by the entertainment industry and any appeal to the old values is considered an appeal by hypocrites because back in the old days occasionally some one was caught doing the nasty with his neighbor's wife or drunk on a Saturday night. Nowadays the entertainment industry doesn't even go to the trouble of being hypocrites. The industry just acts as if there is no virtue. The old saying went something like, "Hypocrisy is the price that vice pays to virtue." Now, in Hollywood, there seems to be no virtue.
Babette, bring me another G&T!
For such a stance this writer has been called a paleo-conservative. This is an inaccurate description. The classic definition of a conservative, whether vanilla or paleo, is of a man who stands across the march of time and "progress" shouting "Stop!" This writer is standing across the seeming irresistible tide of modernity and post-modernity shouting "Go back! Beyond this point are dragons that will eat you for hors d'ouerves, and your children and grandchildren and great grandchildren will curse you memory for abandoning the Western canon in favor of anarchism, barbarity and just bad taste."
What brings on this particular screed concerning the hole that our nations cultural elites are digging us into, whether with or without our permission, are several things. The first is the inordinate amount of coverage that the passing of Anna Nichole Smith has brought to the media. The second is a talk by Dr. James Hirsen concerning the corrosive effect of popular culture, specifically the cinema, on the culture at large.
Let's face it. Anna Nichole Smith, may she rest in peace and God have mercy on her soul through Our Lord Christ, was nothing but a, to use an old popular word, a hooch. She came to fame by allowing herself to be photographed naked. Granted, she had a lovely figure, but so do many other women, including the ever lovely Lady Nib who has never allowed herself to be photographed naked, and she maintained her fame by allowing herself to be photographed naked and by being incredibly dumb. She was a slow motion train wreck that, for some reason, the media, and note that this writer does not say "the public" (the public has access only to those things that the media covers), was fascinated with. This fascination with Miss Smith is really tantamount with a fascination with the strippers that one finds at one's local "Gentleman's Club." In fact, the women at the local strip joint probably have more interesting tales to tell than Miss Smith had to tell.
But for some reason the media have decided that Miss Smith's passing of this mortal coil deserves microscopic inspections of her life, her death, her children, her many assignations and her finances. In other words, your local news reader has spent the last week celebrating the life of a woman who's claim to fame was a pleasant form as if she were the leader of a major nation. To be crude, as far as the news media are concerned, boobs trump local, national or world events. That's what a degree in journalism is worth: the mentality of a fourteen year old boy drooling over a copy of Juggs magazine.
There are times when your faithful correspondent feels like sitting back in the chaise in the solarium and saying to the family maid, "Babette, sweet and lovely frogette, please bring me a G&T. And then bring me another in fifteen minutes and continue to do so every fifteen minutes until I am goggled-eyed. The you have my permission to sneak off to the pub and meet, and bill and coo with an honest young yeoman farmer as long as his name is Bill or Bob or Albert." Thinking of the state of the "entertainment" industry causes this writer to reach for the Bombay Gin and Schweppe's.
Dr. James Hirsen, who is/was a professor at Trinity College in Orange County and Biola University, in an interview on the radio program Apologetics.com this morning pointed out the intellectual dishonesty of the entertainment industry and its sense of privilege and oppose, philosophically, to the rest of us plebes who actually pay their wages.
If you, like this writer, are a conservative or reactionary, you might wonder why those in Hollywood seem so hell bound on proving to you what an idiot, dupe of the Man or sucker you are while the powers that be in the movie/television/ music industry seem to give themselves a pass for behaving badly and setting a bad example for your children. This writer has no answer except that the power in the entertainment industry is infect badly with post-modernism.
Could it be that they think that behaving badly is a good thing? Or to be more accurate, is their behaving badly is a good thing? One wonders if they would be happy knowing that the mechanic who is working on their Mercedes was so drunk that he mistook the oil filler cap for the brake fluid filler cap or stuffed an oxygen sensor into a spark plug hole. Behaving badly and showing and celebrating people proudly behaving badly is okay for them. But, of course, when their wives are caught in bed with the pool boy suddenly isn't as funny as it is in an episode of Desperate Housewives.
Consider the fact that the Hollywood elite considers itself the intellectual elite. They are above the norms of right and wrong, the moral and the immoral. Is it not a strange thing that the majority of the vocal persons in the entertainment industry oppose the death penalty while making films that celebrate murderers, sadism and sluttish behavior i.e., Saw I, II and III, Hostel, any Hannibal Lechter movie, Showgirls, Coyote Ugly. They entertainment elite denigrate the military during a time of war while the enemy, whether in Iraq, Afghanistan or in secret wars, protect said elite from the very enemy that claims that Hollywood is polluting and corrupting their world and who would, if given the chance, behead the Hollywood elites before they would behead Jerry Falwell or the Christians, or whatever stripe, who try to uphold traditional Western values. The elites seem to believe that they are above the concerns of the rest of us and use their influence to ruin the very thing that holds them up.
Back in the 1970s a French writer wrote a novel entitled The Camp of the Saints which dealt with a sudden and mass immigration of people from the Third World into Europe. One of the concerns of the novel dealt with the corruption of Western culture by people who did not value Western culture and who did not understand the value of Western culture. In one chapter of the novel there is described the experience of a man sitting in his house overlooking the beach in southern France where many ships full of Third World immigrants have beached. He waits for the inundation while cooking a supper, making sure that his rifle is loaded and listening to Mozart, who the author of the novel calls the epitome of Western music and culture. A shaggy hair French man appears in his courtyard claiming that he is simpatico with the invasion and looks forward to the overtaking of Western civilization by people who not only fix a carburetor or understand the writings of Saint Augustine, but can't even start a car or read. The homeowner listen to the shaggy man's rant for a while and then calmly shoots him dead. Consider yourself the homeowner and the entertainment industry the shaggy man.Much of it is against you and your values. They worry more about the effects of second hand smoke on your daughter than they do about influencing your daughter to become a round heels. They worry more about the deleterious effects on your son by becoming a Marine than they do about your son becoming a serial murderer preying on the daughters of other. They are more worried about you being a devout Christian than they are about you being a jihadist Muslim. Your life, as a legal and productive member of the American culture, is worth less than an illegal alien drug dealer. You are normal. You are an American. You are a Christian or Jew. You pay your taxes. You try to get your children a good education and assure them of a good life. And thus, you are, in the eyes of Hollywood, a freak and the people you consider freaks, criminals or dangerous, are the heroes.
There was a time when movies urged the viewer up. Now the movies seem to try to pull the viewer down. There was a time when fidelity to God, country, marriage were considered good things. Now (actually for the past forty years) these virtues are considered non-inclusive and what were considered vices are considered avant-garde. White and black trash behavior are celebrated by the entertainment industry and any appeal to the old values is considered an appeal by hypocrites because back in the old days occasionally some one was caught doing the nasty with his neighbor's wife or drunk on a Saturday night. Nowadays the entertainment industry doesn't even go to the trouble of being hypocrites. The industry just acts as if there is no virtue. The old saying went something like, "Hypocrisy is the price that vice pays to virtue." Now, in Hollywood, there seems to be no virtue.
Babette, bring me another G&T!
Sunday, February 11, 2007
Ain't We Just a Bunch of Sissies?
This week the United States Mint will release the new one dollar coin. The Mint plans to release four one dollar coins a year. Each release will feature the portrait of a United States president on the obverse side of the coin. The first release will feature a portrait of George Washington, the second John Adams, the third Thomas Jefferson, the fourth Jame Madison and so on and so on and one shudders to see the day when the Lydon Johnson, Richard Nixon, Jimmy Carter and Bill Clinton coins. This writer wonders why the mint just doesn't feature the concept of Liberty (whether as a woman or as an eagle) on the coin as was done in the past. But we live in the where many people are not able to understand abstract concepts.
Your faithful correspondent celebrates the release of the coin. He appreciated the last dollar coin featuring Sacajawea despite the fact that he would have much preferred the image of Squanto, the Indian who aided the Pilgrims on the coin, be portrayed than Sacajawea. Your faithful correspondent champions any dollar coin, even if it bears the image of Ray Romano, simply because it is more practical and is inherently worth more than a dollar bill. A dollar coin lasts longer than a dollar bill and is thus a better investment for the Treasury than a dollar bill.
A recently survey, for what surveys and polls are worth, has shown that about 60% of those surveyed resisted the idea of a dollar coin for one of two reasons. The first is that the size of the coin is so close to the size of a twenty-five cents piece. that the user mistakes it for a quarter despite the fact that the dollar coin has a gold colored finish on it. And indication that the user doesn't look at his or her coins before handing them over to a clerk. Oddly the same complaint does not arise when handing over a dollar bill which is the same size and color as a five, ten, twenty, fifty or one hundred dollar bill. The second is that the dollar coin will wear a hole in the pants pocket of the user. This despite the fact that there has never been a demand for paper quarters, dimes, nickels or pennies to protect peoples' Levis or Haggars because of the alleged hole problem
The men and women of our grandfather's and grandmother's generation were used to carrying around heavy silver dollars in their pockets and purses and they never complained about the coins adversely affecting their pockets. And they also carried twenty dollar gold coins which were smaller than quarters; in fact, they were about the size of nickels, and your faithful correspondent has never heard a story about someone's grandfather accidentally using a twenty dollar gold piece to pay for a five cent Nehi soda.
If the Mint had any sense, which apparently it doesn't, it would not only issue a one dollar coin, but also issue a two dollar coin and a five dollar coin for the simple reason that coins make more economical sense than do paper bills and the fact that coins represent more value than does paper. After all, your local politician's promises are written on paper. And what are they worth?
Your faithful correspondent celebrates the release of the coin. He appreciated the last dollar coin featuring Sacajawea despite the fact that he would have much preferred the image of Squanto, the Indian who aided the Pilgrims on the coin, be portrayed than Sacajawea. Your faithful correspondent champions any dollar coin, even if it bears the image of Ray Romano, simply because it is more practical and is inherently worth more than a dollar bill. A dollar coin lasts longer than a dollar bill and is thus a better investment for the Treasury than a dollar bill.
A recently survey, for what surveys and polls are worth, has shown that about 60% of those surveyed resisted the idea of a dollar coin for one of two reasons. The first is that the size of the coin is so close to the size of a twenty-five cents piece. that the user mistakes it for a quarter despite the fact that the dollar coin has a gold colored finish on it. And indication that the user doesn't look at his or her coins before handing them over to a clerk. Oddly the same complaint does not arise when handing over a dollar bill which is the same size and color as a five, ten, twenty, fifty or one hundred dollar bill. The second is that the dollar coin will wear a hole in the pants pocket of the user. This despite the fact that there has never been a demand for paper quarters, dimes, nickels or pennies to protect peoples' Levis or Haggars because of the alleged hole problem
The men and women of our grandfather's and grandmother's generation were used to carrying around heavy silver dollars in their pockets and purses and they never complained about the coins adversely affecting their pockets. And they also carried twenty dollar gold coins which were smaller than quarters; in fact, they were about the size of nickels, and your faithful correspondent has never heard a story about someone's grandfather accidentally using a twenty dollar gold piece to pay for a five cent Nehi soda.
If the Mint had any sense, which apparently it doesn't, it would not only issue a one dollar coin, but also issue a two dollar coin and a five dollar coin for the simple reason that coins make more economical sense than do paper bills and the fact that coins represent more value than does paper. After all, your local politician's promises are written on paper. And what are they worth?
A Call for Linguistic Reformation
When the denizens of Bloody Nib Manor were young the news readers on the radio and television did not concern themselves with appearing "cool." They were concerned with appearing authoritative, knowledgeable and articulate. They did not use slang, whether common, avant garde or teen age unless there was no other word available. They did not call marijuana "pot" or "grass" or "Maryjane. They called it marijuana. They did not call young women "chicks" or use words such as "groovy" or terms such as "far out." They spoke proper American English and prided themselves on their ability to convey their thoughts and the content of the news stories using the language that was, at that time, the common currency of the land.
And in doing so they brought the level of language up from the vulgar. Various slangs were then considered outre', uneducated, trendy or the result of youthful rebellion. For an adult over the age of 22 to use teenage or street slang was a sign of either lack of education or an attempt to appear young and "with it."
Things have changed, and not for the better. For some reason slang and slangish catch phrases have infected the news and the population in general. Ask yourself this question. How many times, during the course of a day, have you heard an apparently educated and mature person say during a formal talk, not just a personal conversation, say such things as, "Hello?" (meaning pay attention or are you stupid?), "Get used to it", "Bling", "Getting real" and so on and so on.. If you, the reader, do not find this at least mildly disturbing, perhaps you are reading the wrong blog.
There is a way of speaking and writing that is proper, and there is a way of speaking and writing that is improper, for general presentation. What we seem to have here are a group of people who are more concerned about appearing in touch with the current youth and gangsta culture than in conveying ideas and concepts. Slang has it's place. And that place is in a group or subgroup. Sailors, machinists and musicians et al have their own patois that serves as a verbal shorthand for members of that group. Ethnic minorities have slang that is traditional for that group. Youth have slang to make themselves indecipherable to adults. But it is the job of those in the various media to communicate with the general population and not any particular group. Language is one of the glues that holds a culture together and the use of various slang words and terms acts as a solvent that dissolves that glue.
So let us, as speakers and writers of English, the richest language in the world despite the protestations of the vile French, work to preserve the language which has served to create the most free and creative culture the world from the infestation of our tongue by barbaric slang by protesting when our local new reader leads a story by announcing that it is about "Bling for Dawgs."
And in doing so they brought the level of language up from the vulgar. Various slangs were then considered outre', uneducated, trendy or the result of youthful rebellion. For an adult over the age of 22 to use teenage or street slang was a sign of either lack of education or an attempt to appear young and "with it."
Things have changed, and not for the better. For some reason slang and slangish catch phrases have infected the news and the population in general. Ask yourself this question. How many times, during the course of a day, have you heard an apparently educated and mature person say during a formal talk, not just a personal conversation, say such things as, "Hello?" (meaning pay attention or are you stupid?), "Get used to it", "Bling", "Getting real" and so on and so on.. If you, the reader, do not find this at least mildly disturbing, perhaps you are reading the wrong blog.
There is a way of speaking and writing that is proper, and there is a way of speaking and writing that is improper, for general presentation. What we seem to have here are a group of people who are more concerned about appearing in touch with the current youth and gangsta culture than in conveying ideas and concepts. Slang has it's place. And that place is in a group or subgroup. Sailors, machinists and musicians et al have their own patois that serves as a verbal shorthand for members of that group. Ethnic minorities have slang that is traditional for that group. Youth have slang to make themselves indecipherable to adults. But it is the job of those in the various media to communicate with the general population and not any particular group. Language is one of the glues that holds a culture together and the use of various slang words and terms acts as a solvent that dissolves that glue.
So let us, as speakers and writers of English, the richest language in the world despite the protestations of the vile French, work to preserve the language which has served to create the most free and creative culture the world from the infestation of our tongue by barbaric slang by protesting when our local new reader leads a story by announcing that it is about "Bling for Dawgs."
Men in Hats
After a much too long absence we have an update to the
Men in Hats Series.
To the right we have a photograph offered by Lord Jim of Eagle Rock of his friend, Sir Alan, Baronet of Halifax Nova Scotia.
This picture was taken in November in Halifax and, for those in the know, it would appear that Halifax was suffering the effects of global warming. Note that it is warm enough for Alan to wear short pants during a season that usually entails
pulling the mackinaw jacket out of mothballs.
Men in Hats Series.
To the right we have a photograph offered by Lord Jim of Eagle Rock of his friend, Sir Alan, Baronet of Halifax Nova Scotia.
This picture was taken in November in Halifax and, for those in the know, it would appear that Halifax was suffering the effects of global warming. Note that it is warm enough for Alan to wear short pants during a season that usually entails
pulling the mackinaw jacket out of mothballs.Note that Alan, despite the mildness of the weather, has chosen to don a hat to protect himself from the sun and to look stylish.
A wise man, Alan is. And now that winter has grabbed Nova Scotia in it's iron jaws, it can only be assumed that Alan is wearing something warm on his pate.
Sunday, February 04, 2007
Superblow Sunday
As this is being written the 2007 Superbowl football game is being played. We here at the Manor are not football fans and the only thing that this exercise in excess means to us is that the calendar grows ever closer to the opening of baseball season. So whether or not the artist formerly known as Prince and then once again known as Prince suffers from a wardrobe malfunction or not will only reach our portals upon our watching the ten o'clock news.
This past week has subjected the populace by many stories regarding various self proclaimed presidential candidates struting their stuff before the benighted voter. There's no point in naming names or parties because the list is ever expanding. But it has come to our attention that the individual members of this cast of characters all seem share one quality: The have no lives outside politics. The do not fish, sail, play music, play softball, make quilts, study history, etc. Well actually, they will pretend to show an interest in something other than the practice of power if there is a camera nearby to record the event of the revealing of their (false) humanity for campaign purposes.
Their single-minded pursuit of power and political office is disturbing to your faithful correspondent. It is almost like watching a person obsessed with pornography hoping (even campaigning)to have a sexual encounter with whatever porn queen is popular that particular month. In both cases the obsessive's eyes glaze over and their slack mouth almost drool as they strive toward their goal.
Here's the Bloody Nib Manor rule about politicians. We suggest that the reader consider this rule when deciding for whom to vote: Any candidate who is willing to sacrifice family, faith, fortune or self-respect in the pursuit of political office is undeserving of said office. If the politician is willing to sacrifice any of these things the politician is willing to sacrifice the voter. It is better not to vote than to vote for the lesser of two egos.
Here's a link to an interesting piece that appeared in the U.K. Telegraph:Sleepwalking with the enemy Uk News News Telegraph Remember, eternal vigilance is the price of liberty.
This past week has subjected the populace by many stories regarding various self proclaimed presidential candidates struting their stuff before the benighted voter. There's no point in naming names or parties because the list is ever expanding. But it has come to our attention that the individual members of this cast of characters all seem share one quality: The have no lives outside politics. The do not fish, sail, play music, play softball, make quilts, study history, etc. Well actually, they will pretend to show an interest in something other than the practice of power if there is a camera nearby to record the event of the revealing of their (false) humanity for campaign purposes.
Their single-minded pursuit of power and political office is disturbing to your faithful correspondent. It is almost like watching a person obsessed with pornography hoping (even campaigning)to have a sexual encounter with whatever porn queen is popular that particular month. In both cases the obsessive's eyes glaze over and their slack mouth almost drool as they strive toward their goal.
Here's the Bloody Nib Manor rule about politicians. We suggest that the reader consider this rule when deciding for whom to vote: Any candidate who is willing to sacrifice family, faith, fortune or self-respect in the pursuit of political office is undeserving of said office. If the politician is willing to sacrifice any of these things the politician is willing to sacrifice the voter. It is better not to vote than to vote for the lesser of two egos.
Here's a link to an interesting piece that appeared in the U.K. Telegraph:Sleepwalking with the enemy Uk News News Telegraph Remember, eternal vigilance is the price of liberty.
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