Please do not mind me or this blog thing. I am merely painting to see what colors will go together and which ones will clash. Yet I do wonder ... if someone creates a blog but it is not seen or read by anyone, does the blog (and the blogger) exist? Well, I suppose so, since someone created it in the first place. It just didn't pop into existence all by itself. That which is, after all, cannot be the cause of its own existence, can it? If there is a creation, there certainly must be a creator. But what kind of creator? That is obviously another question, one that is possibly for another day or night. Let's see ... books I've recently devoured. Why, The Devil's Delusion: Atheism And Its Scientific Pretensions. Very nice. And then there's No One Sees God: The Dark Night Of Atheists And Believers. Very, very nice. And of course there is that entire series of PIG books: to American History; Western Civilization; the Constitution; Women, Sex, and Feminism; Islam (And The Crusades) and even English and American Literature. Wunderbar, I'm sure. I would mention nearly all the books by people like Miss Coulter (she's too nice), Miss Ingraham (even nicer), Mr. Medved (I remember when he used to review movies on television) and Mr. Prager (gee, I even have some of his dvds). Of course I'm easily confused, which is confusing, to say the most. I read this book a long time ago, and I think it was called After Virtue. But I confuse it with a book I'm reading currently called Back to Virtue. Well, at least I'm not confusing those books with that old Greek pagan guy's Nicomachean Ethics. How could I? I don't even read much Greek. It's probably a useful thing that I know some Latin. Boy, this is a humongous paragraph. So it's over.
Oh dear. I just coughed up another book. It's entitled Christianity for Modern Pagans. What in the cosmos do modern pagans want to do with Christianity? Gee, I don't even know what a modern pagan looks like. But I have a clue as to the clothes they wear. Strangely enough, they're naked. I guess they don't have any clothes, which is a shame. I wonder--glorioski, I do a lot of wondering--if a naked modern pagan would accept any clothing from a mean, nasty, bigoted, intolerant Christian. Maybe if the weather outside is frightful, which it likely isn't too often in southern California. It never rains there. But, man, it pours. Yeah, it pours. I don't know, however, since I live far away from the state of Prop 8, even though I was there on election day. But that was northern California. And it did pour for three days before the election. It poured very porously. End of this paragraph.
Tax the rich ... feed the poor ... 'til there are ... rich no more. Somebody supposedly said that the poor would always be with us, so there's little use in trying to get rid of them. The rich, on the other finger, however, that's another story. Let's take away their wealth and spread it around like peanut butter on a fried banana. I don't recall ever having one of those, but I heard that Elvis--yes, the king, the one who is still alive, at least according to the better informed among us--was quite fond of all kind of greasy, fried foods, so I'm fairly sure he probably consumed his fair share of things like peanut butter and fried banana sandwiches. Oh, and drugs. Lots of drugs.
Okay, that's enough. I have people to go and places to see. No, wait. Strike that. Reverse it. I think it prudent to quote somebody, even if it's nobody, when concluding each and every little precious but precocious blog of mine. Perhaps I could quote myself, a perfect nobody, for sure, but that would be somewhat arrogant and smacking of hubris. And that's a sin. A big one. So we'll have to avoid that.
"Thinking too little about things or thinking too much both make us obstinate and fanatical. If we look at our work immediately after completing it, we are still too involved; if too long afterwards, we cannot pick up the thread again. It is like looking at pictures which are too near or too far away. There is just one indivisible point which is the right place. Others are too near, too far, too high or too low. In painting the rules of perspective decide it, but how will it be decided when it comes to truth and morality?"