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(Say) The Word (And You'll Be Free)

"The Word" is the name of a particular Beatles' song, as everyone should know (by now).  It actually appeared on both the British Parlaphone release and American Capitol release of one of their best albums, Rubber Soul.  "Say the Word, and you'll be free/Say the Word, and be like me."  Indeed, the word, at least in this case, is the word I'm thinking of ... it's the word Love.  Yes, we all know the Beatles were about four guys who loved each other and they sang about love (among other things) in and through most of their songs. 
 
Now I happen to believe that the Word is divine.  Even Freud noted, "Do not let us despise the word" (and he was hardly a believer in the divine).  At the near beginning of Western philosophy, Aristotle ("the Philosopher," according to Aquinas) defined man as zoon logon ekhon--"a living being capable of speech"--all too easily and perhaps wrongly translated as "rational animal."
 
But how should we go about interpreting the word (and all this speech)?  According to Freud, "Analytic institutions would include branches of knowledge which are remote from medicine and which the doctor does not come across in practice: the history of civilization, the psychology of religion, mythology and the science of literature.  Unless he is well at home in these subjects, an analyst can make nothing of a large amount of his material.  By way of compensation, the great mass of what is taught in medical schools is of no use to him for his purposes."  Freud goes on to say that medical training is the "opposite of what the analyst needs as a preparation for psycho-analysis" and further it can even give them "a false and detrimental attitude" since a medical education (like psychiatry) will tend to dismiss too much as "unscientific." 
 
Recently, Christmas was celebrated by a great number of Christians throughout the world.  Although merely saying the Word will not make you free, it is a good start.  To that end, I offer my take on the Word and the power, glory and eternity of the Word:
 
In principio erat Verbum, et Verbum erat apud Deum, et Deus erat Verbum.  Hoc erat in principio apud Deum.  Omnia per ipsum factum est nihil, quod factum est.  In ipso vita erat, et vita erat lux hominum.  Et lux in tenebris lucet, et tenebrae eam non comprehenderunt.  Fuit homo missus a Deo, cui nomen erat Joannes.  Hic venit in testimonium ut testimonium perhiberet de lumine, ut omnes crederent per illum.  Non erat ille lux, sed ut testimonium perhiberet de lumine.  Erat lux vera, quae illuminat omnem hominem venientem in hunc mundum.  In mundo erat, et mundus per ipsum factus est, et mundus eum non cognovit.  In propria venit, et sui eum non receperunt.  Quotquot autem receperunt eum, dedit eis potestatem filios Dei fieri, his qui credunt in nomine ejus.  Qui non ex sanguinibus, neque ex voluntate carnis, neque ex voluntate viri, sed ex Deo nati sunt.  Et Verbum caro factum est, et habitavit in nobis: et vidimus gloriam ejus, gloriam quasi unigeniti a Patre plenum gratiae et veritatis.
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Vox clamantis in deserto

Whilst I compose this blog entry somewhat carefully and tiredly, there still exists a little time before the end of still yet another Christmas Day.  I arose, drank some hot tea, opened a gift, took a shower, drove to church, stopped at a drug store on the way home (because it was open and I am still suffering the ill-effects of a most unwelcomed cold), opened more gifts when the entire family came over whilst consuming appetizers, then ate dinner, played some games (including something having to do with Seinfeld which included a disc and the use of my blu-ray system) and then, once everyone left, started easily falling asleep positioned comfortably on the sofa.  
A full, rich day, indeed.  But I truly do remain vox clamantis in deserto (but that's only because I am a voice of one crying out in the wilderness).  Oh, I cry, lament and scream, of course, but no one hears me and, if someone does, he or she simply does not care.  Does this mean I have no voice?  After all, if no one hears it, just what good is having (and using) one?  Regardless, I do have my observations, perspective and refractions.  And woe to the person who attempts to take them away from me, now but especially in the future.
 
Nemo liber est qui corpori servit.  Well, no one is free who is a slave to his own body.  But aren't we all slaves to our bodies?  In some way, yes, of course; in other ways we certainly should not be but many of us are.  And that's a real problem.  Parva leves capiunt animas.  Well, small things surely do seem to capture small (light) minds.  How many people care or are somehow engaged in things that are truly small, petty, peripheral and ephemeral?  I don't know the number but the percentage is probably quite high, like far above, oh, seventy-five percent.  Pessimum genus inimicorum laudantes.  Well, flatterers are the worst kind of enemies.  It's just a shame and too darn bad that such a view is not more self-evident.  Radix omnium malorum est cupiditas.  Although no doubt Gordon Gekko would not agree, greed is the root of all evils, so it really is not good, because something cannot be the root of all evils and good at the same time.  I think this has to do with something about the principle of non-contradiction (or contradiction). 
 
Veritas vos liberabit.  Well, the truth will set me free.  I don't know what it will do for you.  It isn't likely to do anything for those who either don't believe in it or only accept it as purely relative.  Relative to what?  Beneficium accipere libertatem est vendere.  Well, to accept a favor is to sell one's freedom, or at least a little bit or piece of it.  So it's probably prudent to be very careful when it comes to accepting favors ... and from whom.  Fortes fortuna iuvat.  Well, fortune does favor the bold and helps the brave.  What it does for the timid and cowardly should be self-evident.  Adversus solem ne loquitur.  Well, it likely is not wise to speak against the sun (or even get too close to it).  But people do speak against it all the time without even realizing it.  Oh, they know not what they do.  But, then again, the ignorant never do.  Aut viam inveniam aut faciam.  That's a nice statement-like motto I'd like to adopt.  Yes, I will either find a way or  make one.  Knowing my luck, I'll have to find a way by making one.  But I wouldn't have it any other way, only because it seems slightly more than obvious by now that there is no other way.  And that is the way.  And it is good enough way for me.
 
Christmas Day is nearly over here in the Eastern Time Zone.  So I can and should conclude simply and sweetly by crying out in a pleasant and quite reassuring voice:  Buon Natale, Joyeux Noel, Froehe Weinachten, Feliz Navidad and Hilarem Festum!!!  
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Singing the praises, even poorly, of certain guuurls

I enjoy people who think what they say and then say what they they think.  Their feelings, on the other hand, don't have any hands, so they don't matter (or come into view, as Hussel might say).  Regardless, fari quae sentiat is certainly the mark of a bold person.  And fortune tends to favor the bold.  That is why, perhaps, I esteem bold people who think out their thoughts without any worry or concern about how popular or well-received they might be.  And that is why I sing the praises of such people.  Granted, I sing poorly, at least for the most part.  But I do have my moments.  In this delightful but forgettable blogification of random but semi-organized thoughts, I wish to sing (and not lament) some slight praises of certainly defined guuurls. 
 
There are, I can admit, men for whom I could sing praiseworthy praises as well.  But that would only be another blog for another day and time.  Herein I wish to commend--even though they hardly need my commendation (free of charge as it may be)--three guuurls for their insight, their humor, their fine moral-political-cultural indignation and their ability to express themselves in various books, columns and speeches they have given through and over the last several years.  Whilst two of these guuurls are younger than I am, I look up (or down) to their youth, vigor and vitality.  Whilst the other guuurl, however, is older than I am (by about two years), I look down (or up) to her elderism, vigor and vitality.  Even though one earned an undergraduate degree from Cornell, one from Dartmouth and one from Oberlin College, I won't, don't and can't hold that (at least not steadily) against them.  After all, they were young, impressionable and naive when they went (away) to college.  What did they know and how did they know it?  (Being the exception, however, I cannot relate.  Sorry.)
 
It should be more than obvious by this paragraph to whom I am referring when I write about these three guuurls.  (No, they're not the second, third or tenth coming of "Charlie's Angels," because, among other things, they have functioning, operating brains and immaterial minds that refract sense impressions and tussle with innate ideas [of the Cartesian kind, I'm sure] in a most gratifying way.)  Therefore there is no reason under the sun or moon to explicity state the names of these three dandified guuurls.  But in the interests of the unenlightened and mentally-politically-morally challenged, here goes, in order of birth date: A.H. Coulter, L.A. Ingraham and M. Malkin.  Yet what is in a name (or an initial)?  Whether one takes these three guuurls seriously or comically (or somewhere in between) matters not even a half an iota to me.  I take them to be real, as in genuine, as in authentic, as in principled, as in structured, as in orderly, as in polemical, as in earnest, as in humorous, as in satirical, as in not quite hysterical, as in singular (and not plural), as in educated but not inculcated by the socially obtuse and culturally condemned denizens of liberal post-modernity.  Goody, goody and more goody for them. 
 
Even if they can't speak, write or understand (much) Latin, that's okay with me.  I don't begrudge Annie and Laura for having juris doctorate degrees.  After all, we all have our handicaps and crosses to bear.  I understand this.  Crescit sub pondere virtus; domat omnia virtus.  And, of course, we all have, through our formal and informal educations, a certain kind of deformation we experience whilst in the process.  Again, I am nothing if not understanding, sympathetic, empathetic and even a tad compassionate.  Oh, and patient.  I have a lot of patience.  (God gave it to me and I finally took it.)  But, then again, I suppose I have a lot of patience to lose. 
 
But I choose to hear what these three guuurls have to say and write, and I think it only right for me let anyone (and I'm not anyone, it's true, for I am truly and most humbly no one) know this, that is, if they wish to know this.  Consequently I own various books they have written (among the 250 books in my personal but memorial library).  One day--and I know that day may never arrive--I would like each and every single one of them to sign her very personal (and legal) name on a page of at least one of the books she has created, constructed, written and submitted.  Try as I might, I can't get a personal autograph from Plato or Aristotle on one of their works, so I'll settle happily for an autographical signature by one, two or three of these guuurlish ladies.  I only hope I am not fooled here, like I've been in the past, because I made a promise to myself that I won't get fooled again, which is not easy, I admit, since for so long I've been content to be the fool on the hill and/or a real nowhere man.  I make no allusions to illusions; I only want to verify, confirm and experience, if only once, the really real authoresses who stand or sit under the words they compose on the written page or screen.  Since I can no longer hope to die before I get old, I do hope to die after I get old (and gray).  But I still like every minute of the day.  And the creatures and things that go bump in the night.
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Doing Battle With eDisHarmony

As most folks don't know, I am a quasi-member of eHarmony.  No, not a PAYING member.  But I do "belong" (a poor choice of a word, I admit) to the "eHarmony Advice" message board.  Now although I have never used any crude or vulgar language when constructing my various posts and comments, a number of them have been quite critical of a number of posts thrown up by several members.  But I have done my best to show no mercy and/or tolerance for those threads started by the geniuses employed by eHarmony (which would be, I suppose, the "eHarmony Advice" team). 
 
Many of their questions are inane, banal, ill-conceived, poorly worded and structured, general and abstract to the point of complete and utter contentlessness and just plain meaningless (both functionally and, of course, intrinsically and inherently).  My deepening impressions are that these questions are devised by people who either never made it out of junior high school or did so but just barely.  These questions expose the preconceptions and presumptions (and ignorance) of the questioneers.  Since some of my comments do not meet with their apparent approval, some of my comments have been reviewed (prior to posting, after I hit the "send" prompt) and, as a result of those reviews, have not been posted.  Thus they have been disallowed, as in denied, as in not permitted, as in negated.
 
Well, of course.  Whatever those delicate geniuses-insightful social scientists (and budding amateur psychologists) decide, it's their board and their site and their game.  And I'm fairly sure they are so stupendously sincere and waywardly well-meaning.  They are also, however, weasels.  But they have to play their little games.  Fine.  I'll play mine.  Now whatever good things eHarmony accomplishes--and there may be a few, I might admit--such things are easily and effortlessly negated by the absurd myths and pernicious embellishments that the post-modern mind creates and then readily accepts and believes in.  My calling is nothing more (or less) than repudiating such twaddle-like piffle.  And, being the fair, just and noble person I aspire to be, it is my pleasure and honor to do just that.  And I even do it for free!
 
Now for all those writers, columnists, thinkers and drinkers out there that have even taken eHarmony to task for any legitimate and valid reason whatsoever, thank you all very, very much.  This naturally includes Mrs. Michelle Malkin, who once upon a fine time ripped eHarmony (and its founder) for caving into the gay-homosexual-lesbian-bi-sexual-trangendered-multi-gendered-hermaphrodite lobby and coming up with something for them and theirs, which is exactly what a private company or business ought to do.  Not.  Quite.  But some folks would rather take the money and run (or walk away quickly), so what can anyone really do? 
 
Some people in life (and even after life) want their cake and then they want to eat it, too.  Okay.  But if they are so inclined, let them choke on it.  That's what I call just desserts.   
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Bill O'Reilly, Jesus and the a-theists (of Washington state)

"There you go again" now translates to "Here we go again."  Every year after Thanksgiving (the day) ends, the Christmas season, the one with all the shopping and buying and running around, begins.  Of course this is not all that begins.  For some odd reason a great many people want to put up (and see put up) various decorations celebrating the season.  No, it is not the winter season or the month of December they wish to celebrate.  They wish to celebrate that, according to their religious beliefs, the birth of God's only begotten, not made, Son has happened, that the Word (Logos) became flesh and dwelt among us.  Whether this occured in the month of December is quite irrelevant; that is happened at a point in time--that it is historical--and deserves to be acknowledged and celebrated, even proclaimed, is the important aspect.  This Jesus of Nazareth was sent by God, his Heavenly Father, to save the people (humanity) from their sins and liberate them from the clutches of the devil (or, as he or she is better known to his or her more devoted followers, Satan).  
For as long as this country has been a nation there does not seem to have been any (or many) problems with the celebration (or at least acknowledgement) of Christmas as not only a religious holy day but a legal, secular, state-sanctioned holiday.  The fact that the majority of American citizens claim to be Christians--followers of this Jesus the Christ--seemingly fits well into line with regard to the reason for the government, be it on the federal, state or local level, declaring it an official holiday.  Certainly the retailers need this holiday and the roughly thirty days (between Thanksgiving and Christmas Day) it gives them to keep afloat their businesses, at least until the next Christmas season.  Up until fairly recently--say the 1960s, if not the 1970s--few people or groups openly complained and moaned about how Christmas displays--with overly Christian themes--were erected on the grounds of various city halls, county courthouses, state capitals and federal buildings (not to mention the Capitol itself).  But then a few special interest groups started complaining about the separation of church and state and how this violates it, meaning, I guess, allowing non-secular Christmas decorations to be displayed on federal, state, county or local government land and/or in buildings was nothing more than a sure sign that the First Amendment was being ripped to shreds by such an ostentatious and sectarian establishment of religion (much like the phrase "In God We Trust" does). 
 
The Supreme Court, acting with great ambiguity and capriciousness since the 1940s on such isssues, wisely decided that certain religious decorations and displays can be put up ... provided, of course, they fit certain parameters and pass certain Constitutional tests as ruled by the majority of sitting Supreme Court Justices.  Of course the fine folks at the ACLU, their coffers overflowing with greenbacks (thanks to certain Supreme Court decisions), are ever vigilant when it comes to such things, ready to pounce with their legal eagles on red alert, should some aggrieved victim or duely offended non-Christian (or Christian)  person or group notices something amiss.  To that end, I'm sure, mayors, city managers and governors everywhere across the fruited plane walk a tight rope on pins, needles and eggshells around this time of year.  This leads us rather nicely into Mr. Bill O'Reilly's column, dated Saturday, December 06, 2008:  "Jesus Versus the Atheists."  The venue is the state of Washington, and one of the main characters happens to be the esteemed governor of the great state of Washington, Christine Gregoire, who, as governors are sometimes forced to do, plays a part that would do Solomon himself proud.
 
In order to be fair and just and tolerant and toe the line, the good governor had to allow one of those victimized and offended groups equal access and opportunity to rebut the Christians and their overtly religious (as in non-secular, non-watered down, non-vanilla-like) displays.  Thus this group of freethinkers, rationalists and enlightened ones were allowed to put up their own display, one that can only celebrate and elevate themselves by tearing down and denigrating those narrow-thinking, irrational, superstitious and appallingly unenlightened theists.  So the a-theists--really anti-theists, of course--erected some kind of sign or poster that read thus:  "There are no gods, no devils, no angels, no heaven or hell.  There is only our natural world.  Religion is but a myth and superstition that hardens hearts and enslaves minds."  Gee, with a fine and dandy statement like that they would have done folks like Protagoras, Leucippus, Democritus, Hobbes, Hume, Schopenhauer, Marx, Nietzsche, Freud, Dewey, Russell and Sartre, all of whom are quite dead, very proud; and others, still in the land of the living, such as Dawkins, Dennett, Harris and Hitchens (in no particular but alphabetical order).  I'm strangely confident that such a statement would have greatly pleased most members of the ACLU, secular humanists, neo-Marxists, Leftists, deconstructionalists, pagans, Wiccans, anarchists and, naturally, most members of the anti-religious elite found in academia, the entertainment industry and the drive-by, albeit slowly, media. 
 
The statement of the atheists is as ludicrous as it is non-sensical.  They failed to define "gods," "devils," "angels," "heaven" or "hell."  They write of a "natural world," but neither define what is "natural" or what is meant by "world."  They don't bother to define "religion," "myth," "superstition," "hearts" or"minds."  It would seem that they've surrendered the definitions of those terms, at least most of them, to their opponents, the Christians (followers of this Jesus they speak and write about).  So in allowing the other side to define the terms, they have most unwittingly (and probably unwillingly) played into their hands.  Since existential statements are never subject to demonstration, the existential statements of the atheists fail in reference, especially considering they are all couched in negative terms.  "There are" (existential modifier) NO gods/devils/angels/heaven/hell.  Well, it certainly logically follows that IF there are no gods or no God, THEN there are no devils/angels/heaven/hell, since all those entities, places and conditions would be thoroughly contingent on there being gods or one God.  "There is" (existential modifier) only our natural world.  But one does not prove a natural world exists any more than one proves a stone exists.  One simply labels something a natural world or stone, that is, one points to something and gives it a name.  Existence is never subject to proof.  But proving the existence or non-existence of God is far more trickier, complex and intricate, since "God" is not a subject or object in the world or universe.  "God" is not subject to space or time and does not exist in space or time.  (This is why Kant knew no proofs for God's existence would do, for the categories of space and time that condition our thinking are not subject and do not apply to a being outside such categories.  This is even more so if one views God as the ground of all being and being itself.) 
 
As far as stating that religion is a myth, that is great, except that word is not defined or placed with a context (much like the words "gods," "devils," "angels," heaven" or "hell").  It is not clarified whether or not they are referring to natural or revealed religion.  In all myths there is some or a great deal of truth, for myths, properly understood within a given context, are not to be taken literally.  The word "supersitition" is an odd choice as well, since it is equated with both the word "religion" and "myth," which would mean that it is being used univocally, which does not make much or any sense.  "Superstitione tollenda religio non tollitur," was Cicero's observation on the durability of religion.  "Religion is not abolished by elminating superstition" is the fairly rough but accurate translation.  It was Edumnd Burke, I believe, who gave us the aphorism, "Religion, not atheism, is the true remedy for superstition."  While many religious people, maybe even most, are superstitious, it is certainly not logically valid to conclude that religion and superstition are one in the same (thing).  Strangely enough, there are non-religious people who happen to be quite superstitious. 
 
The "hardens hearts" and "enslaves minds" conclusion may be the toughest to figure, even for a dimwitted fool like me.  Again, there may be a great many "religious" people that have had their hearts hardened and their minds enslaved by religion--or their take, interpretation or application of religion--their religion--but it does not follow, of course, that religion, as generically and widely understood, therefore necessarily causes hearts to harden and minds to be enslaved.  I would only suggest the obvious here, namely, that a great many other things may indeed cause people's heart to harden and their minds to become enslaved.  Interestingly enough, many atheists, agnostics and anti-theists suffer from hardened hearts and enslaved minds.  Given they have no (or no need or desire for) religion, what is their excuse? 
 
I want to end with a beautiful quote from someone not me, for I don't quote myself well or beautifully.  Taken from a USA Today article dated 20 August 2007, it is by Tom Krattenmaker and is entitled "Secularists, What Happened to the Open Mind?"
 
"Critical thinking might be to secularism what faith is to devout religious believers.  Thinking rationally, questioning assumptions, embracing complexities and eschewing the black-and-white--these habits of  mind are, to the champions of non-belief, a keystone of the secular worldview and a crucial part of what separates them from religious people.  So why, when it comes to matters of religion, do secularists so frequently leave their critical thinking at the door?"  Mr. Krattenmaker, however, did not indicate whether this was the front or back door.  But what does it matter and what is the difference?        
 
     
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The Big Red and The Big Green, Part II

This is either the second part of part one or the first part of part two.  I haven't decided.  I also can't remember what the heck I wrote--well, printed--in the first part.  Whatever it was, I'm somewhat sure it was nutritious and edifying.  Maybe.  Anyhoo, there was something in the first part about the Big Red and the Big Green.  I don't think it was terribly obscene.  But it could have been quite mean.  Yet there are worst things in life I have seen, even with my eyes wide open shut.
So what does one get when he (that's me) mixes the Big Red with the Big Green?  I don't know, of course, because I haven't done it.  Yet.  But I find it excruciatingly interesting that the Big Red and the Big Green have never been seen together.  Does that indicate they don't mix (and match)?  Why would that be?  They seem so much alike, after all, and birds of a feather do tend (or should) flock together.  Just once in my painfully wretched lifetime of self-mortification and delayed gratification would I so enjoy seeing them together, side by side, arm in arm, joined in unison and melodic resonance.  But, alas, some things (and people) in this life are not meant to be. 
 
But perhaps the two are not really two at all.  They could be but two distinct and yet similar reflections of one person, could they not?  No, not one person, I suppose.  But one soul?  I don't know.  It's possible.  And I hear that with God all things are possible.  Yet it seems some possibilities are more possible (and therefore less improbable) than other possibilities.  But what do I know and why should I care?
 
The truth, the kind that hurts and the kind that sets one free, is that the Big Red and the Big Green have something in common, something more vital and important and meaningful and significant than all the other little things they share in common.  This much has been revealed to me, not kept concealed from me, and because it has, and because it is a private revelation, I must not reveal it, for it must remain with me in privacy until the time comes when I am given permission to reveal it.  And, as we all know, time reveals everything.  When that time is finally at hand, I shall reveal it to the Big Red and the Big Green so that they might understand and therefore grow ever stronger in their faith, for what good is one's faith if it is not really understood?  Thus I leave off this bloggery with a quote from one who has gone before us marked by the sign of faith. 
 
"Vere tu es Deus absconditus.  Those to whom God has imparted religion by intuition are very fortunate ... and justly convinced.  But to those who do not have it, we can give it only by reasoning, waiting for God to give them spiritual insight, without which faith is only human ... and useless for salvation."  This is, indeed, a peaceful, easy resignation.  
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The Big Red and The Big Green, Part I

Before I begin, even if I already have, I am tired and sick and flabbergasted that some of my much beloved bloggeries have been flagged (and, I guess, deleted) as offensive.  I thought that, if anything, they were rather defensive.  Offensive to whom?  A fly caught in the spider's web?  This is just another example of a bad example.  But I won't be silenced even if my mouth gets erased. 
 
The title of this bloggery is clearly entitled in such a way that even the illiterati can read it.  "The Big Red and the Big Green" are, of course, code words, ones that I am forced to use to get my message (although not quite in a bottle) out.  So who or what is this Big Red?  And how about this Big Green?  Well, I don't know, but I'm a going to do some explaining right here and now, because, if I don't, why, there's going to be a lot more explaining to do.  And nobody wants that, not even nobody, even if that nobody is a somebody.
 
Now since the Big Red is older, and because age generally comes before beauty--although I make no aesthetic judgments here--we'll start with the Big Red (even though "R" follows "G," "C" precedes "D").  Now the Big Red has a proper name, I'm sure, but I can't reveal it here.  However, I cannot conceal the Big Red's initials.  They happen to be AHC, and that does not stand for "Area Hourly Coverage," at least I don't think, because according to moderately paid sources, AHC entered the world either in December of 1963 or, perhaps, a little earlier, like in December of 1961.  Please note that JFK was President in December of 1961; LBJ was President in December of 1963.
Now this AHC is allegedly a #1 New York Times bestselling authoress.  Therefore she authoresses books, but how many I don't know or can't count.  In the back of one her more recent books there appears a section called Notes.  I think that's highly significant.
 
With regard to the Big Green, however, we apparently have a different set of numbers and initials.  According to lowly placed sources, those initials are LAI, and that unlikely stands for "Land Above Indices," although verification is still pending.  The information we are receiving regarding the month and year of live birth for LAI happens to be roughly June of 1964.  LBJ was still President during that time, and he would be for something like four more years.  Now like AHC, LAI is also (but not only) an authoress, but whether she is a #1 bestselling one is a matter of dispute.  Yet LAI is something more, as in something in addition to, just being an authoress.  LAI is also a "nationally syndicated radio talk show hostess," which is perhaps something like a "nationally predicated radio talk show hostess." 
 
It is now time in our inquiry--and this is, if nothing else, an inquiry concerning human understanding--to decipher what, if anything, the Big Red and the Big Green stand for.  Granted, they may very well sit for things, jump for things and maybe even skip for things, but they ought not do such things until they have learned to properly stand (and stand firm) for at least one true thing.  Although it is a most wild but not weird guess, I am going to state uncategorically that the Big Red has something to do with a certain institutution of so-called higher learning, one that is located in New York State (and not New York City).  Let this school, if that is what it is, be located in Ithaca, New York.  Well, what located in Ithaca?  Why, among other things, I'm fairly sure, Cornell University, and such a university ought to stand for something, shouldn't it?  But what of the Big Green?  I assert pensively that the Big Green has something to do with a certain institution of so-called higher learning and this particular institution may very well be located in New Hampshire, perhaps Hanover to be more exact.  But what in the lower forty-eight is located in Hanover, New Hampshire?  Why, it could be Dartmouth College.  And if one Ivy League school can stand for something, well, two Ivy League schools can possibly stand for even more.  No?  No, yes
 
END OF PART I
 
   
 
 
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the doltish Maureen Dowd strikes out again

As everyone out there knows, Maureen Dowd is a New York Times columnist.  This means she actually earns a living, and probably a fairly decent one, too, by writing, for one thing, and for writing columns, for another.  Yet it is difficult to ascertain just what kind of writer she is.  Talented?  Comedic?  Insightful?  Knowledgeable?  Controversial?  Rational?  Philosophical?  Rhetorical?  Analytical?  Well, for the sake of time and space, let's end it there.  Perhaps she's something, but what she's not is much easier to determine than what she is, at least in terms of her writing, that is, her talents, skills and abilities as a writer, which doesn't mean she has any, which is okay, I guess, since such things appear not to be job requirements. 
 
Her latest column is entitled "Gay-rights fight then and now," and it's yet another excerise in obviousness and oblivian.  She writes of a biopic coming to a theatre near you about the life and times of Harvey Milk (as depicted by Sean Penn).  "The movie, chronicling the California fight of gay activists against church-backed forces in the '70s to prevent discrimination against gays, is opening amid a California fight of gay activists against church-backed forces to prevent discrimination against gays."
 
What is this discrimination that she writes about?  No, not the '70s stuff; the current discrimination.  Are they not allowed to seek political office?  Own their own homes?  Patronize any stores or restaurants they choose?  Engage in any private acts that all legal, consenting adults can engage?  Do they not have the right to peacefully assemble and protest?  Can they denied a job or fired for being gay?  Well, then, what is it?  Oh, they are being denied the right--yes, the right--to get married, which means they are being victimized by being discriminated against, since, hey, everyone has (or should have) the right to marry, and because their heterosexual counterparts can do it, well, they should have that choice, too.  Of course, a gay man can marry a lesbian woman (or vice-versa), so it's not like they can't get married because they're simply homosexual.  It's just that a gay man can't marry another man or a lesbian woman can't marry another woman.  But they can get all those fine and dandy benefits that man-woman couples get by way of forming civil unions or some kind of domestic partnerships, right?  Well, if that's true, then what's the difference?  What is the benefit that marriage has that civil unions or domestic parternships don't enjoy?  So how exactly are gays being discriminated against?  What is gayness, anyway?  Is it a color of skin?  An ethnicity?  A religious or political belief?  It's not race, creed, color or country of natural origin, is it?  Is it sexual orientation?  If a man is sexually attracted to other men--well, some other men--does that mean he's gay?  Suppose he's so attracted to some men and some women?  Does that mean he's bisexual?  What if he's actually attracted to women most of the time but a few men some of the time?  Or some men only a few times?  Does that mean he's kind of gay, either mostly or slightly? 
 
It doesn't seem to  make any sense to speak of a person who's never had sex with another person as being gay, straight or bi based strictly on orientation, since one is only defined through his or her actions and behavior.  Thus the definition, for example, of a homosexual virgin is functionally senseless.  Orientation or attraction alone mean or signify nothing, for one only can become or be gay by having sex with a like gendered person or persons, and for that to be the case, then it would have to be repeatedly and consistently, for many young women and men "experiment," especially while in college or at some stage of their psycho-sexual development.  But to engage in sexual activity is a choice or decision, isn't it?  I mean, we are talking about human beings here, right?  We're not talking about dogs or cats, are we?  Are not human being free to choose or decide with whom they will have sex and when?  Because if they are not free, but merely follow some genetic code or command, then talk of responsibility goes right out the window.  And so does morality.  So can it be said accurately that people don't choose to be gay, straight or bi?  They just are, that's all.  And there's nothing they or anyone can do about it, right?  Well, since there's apparently nothing that can be done about this, then gays should be allowed to marry other gays, since, after all, straights are allowed to marry other straights, right?  And to disallow this is just downright discrimination.  It's unfair and unjust.  And woe to those that won't allow it, for they have proven--yes, proven--to be people who are bigoted, mean, intolerant, nasty, homophobic, homo-hating, ignorant, inconsiderate, unfeeling, unthinking, unenlightened, unegalitarian and just downright non-compassionate and disrespectful people. 
 
Well, I guess that's proven because, hey, that's what they say it is, for to assert (and condemn) is to prove.  But back to the doltish Ms. Dowd.  She makes it known that White was an Irish Catholic former policeman who opposed White's equal-rights initiatives for gays.  So is she implying something here?  White was Catholic.  The Catholic Church, then as now, teaches that homosexual acts are morally disorderd and sinful, being contrary to nature, and that homosexuality and bisexuality are among the sins denounced by St. Paul.  So was it because of White's Catholicism that he murdered Milk?  Or was that at least one of the factors?  Sure, White resigned from the San Francisco Board of Supervisors and then wanted his seat back, which was something apparently that Milk convinced the mayor to reject.  So Milk was murdered because of this and because White was Catholic.  Is that it?  What made White Catholic?  Did he go to church every Sunday?  Was he active in his local parish?  Did he partake of the sacraments?  Did he follow the teachings of the Catholic Church?  Was he a papist?  Obviously Dowd wanted to make it clear that White was an Irish Catholic and thus he very likely was a homophobic gay-hater.  And this led, at least to some extent, to his being a homophobic gay-murderer.  Of course, I would have to argue that it's wrong.  No, not murder.  No, not homophobia.  No, not discrimination.  No, not unfairness or intolerance.  In a the world of situation ethics and moral relativism, nothing is wrong or right in and of itself.  No action is, that it, and certainly no attitude or belief can be, either.  There is not right or wrong, after all.  There is only opinion.  Now things may be illegal, it's true, but that's not because they are immoral, for it makes no sense to speak of quaint things like morality and ethics, does it?  So the law can't be based on any kind of morality or moral belief system or world view, for there is no objective one, is there?  There is no one standard, is there?  There simply is no such thing as a shared, secular, rationally-based, objective morality.  But if there's not one for morality, there can't be one for justice, either, can there?  And it's difficult to overlook just how morality, justice and the law are related, isn't it?  But let us press ever so slowly on.
 
"This month, gays who supported Barack Obama had the bittersweet experience of seeing some of the black and Latino voters who surged to the polls to vote Democratic also vote for Proposition 8, which turned 'I do's' into 'You can'ts.' About 20,000 gay couples had exchanged vows before Prop 8 passed, backed by a coalition that included Mormon and Catholic opponents."
 
Some of the black voters?  The figure given, I believe, was seven out of ten.  That's seven out of ten black voters who decided to vote YES on Prop 8, which meant they wanted the California State Constitution admended so that marriage could only be between one man and one woman, which it was at all times in the past until some folks filed a lawsuit because they claimed it was unfair and discriminatory that 60% of California voters decided they didn't want the definition of marriage to be changed from what it was and what it's always been, namely, that marriage consists of the union of one man and one woman.  Anyway, if 70% of black voters constitute "some," what exactly constitutes most for Ms. Dowd?  90%?  115%?  Well, if anyone or any group gets the blame for the "I do's" changing into "You can'ts," it's likely the four (out of seven) California Supreme Court Justices who decided not only to go against the will of the people by deciding that it was unconsitutional (and therefore illegal) to deny a man from marrying a man or a woman from marrying a woman, BUT (and this is a rather big but), when asked to stay their decision in order to allow a petition to be signed so that the majority could get a proposition on the ballot in the next election, they refused.  Thus they knew full well that their ruling could be trumped (by the people via an amendment) in the next election, and that if it was, then ... well, then what?  Chaos?  What about all those gay (but not necessarily happy) people who got married?  Gee, we'll just have to cross that bridge if we come to it.  Okay, but how is it going to be crossed now?  All they had to do was stay their decision until the election.  But no.  They reap what they sow.  So now what?  More lawsuits, I'm sure, since the people that lost simply refuse to accept it.  The will of the majority rules, as it usually does in a democracy, but that just won't do for those who want what they want, and since they can't get it through the legislative process, they'll run to the courts in order to circumvent it and deny the will of the people.  This is obviously a fine way to run things in a democracy (and a fine way to run things, period ... right into the ground).
 
Ms. Dowd seems to have a problem with a coalition that included Mormons and Catholic opponents to same sex marriage.  Why?  Should religious groups be excluded from the political process?  Should people with (Christian) religious views and beliefs not be allowed to vote?  Should they leave their religious beliefs out of it?  Just how are they to do that, since their religious beliefs constitute who they are, how they see the world and relate to reality and inform and form them as human beings?  Yes, of course, their religious beliefs are irrational, intolerant, bigoted, homophobic, unenlightened, mean, nasty, offensive and just plain offensive.  So it obviously follows that they are as well.  But non-religious or irreligious people suffer no such effects, since their lack of religion or religious faith liberates them from such terrible things.  And that's just plain obvious to any right-thinking, enlightened, rational person, isn't it?
 
"In both Prop 6 in 1978 and this year's Prop 8, the specter of children being converted to a gay orientation was raised.  Feinstein said the TV ad of Prop 8 supporters insinuating that 'gay marriage would be taught in schools really hurt.' "  Hurt how?  Because it had the ring of truth?  The subject of marriage is required to be taught in 96% of California public (government) schools.  The Supreme Court's ruling legalizing same sex marriage means that it will be taught to children in those schools.  Why should anyone accept a court decision that forces same sex marriage on young children in California schools (like it does in Massachusetts) if they believe same sex marriage is wrong (as in immoral), thus counter to their moral beliefs, or that it is sinful, thus counter to their religious beliefs?  What kind of spineless, idiotic moron of a parent would just sit back and allow her or his child to be so indoctrinated at school, especially when the child is already being socially conditioned to accept (if not approve of) it?  Duh.
 
As much as I'd like to quote Dianne Feinstein a little more, I've had enough of her innane, banal comments about, well, anything (including, of course, same sex marriage).  The woman is oh so lost, just like the doltish Ms. Dowd and her uncanny inability to present a coherent, sensible, valid argument about, well, anything.  What is even the purpose of her columns?  Are they to entertain, inform, persuade or to show off how ridiculously transparent and ignorant a  New York Times columnist and writer can be ... and is?
 
But she is a wage earner and taxpayer, which means she's making some kind of useful contribution to society, at least in that way.
 
 
 
 
 
  
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O creature sciocche, quanta ignoranza e quella che v'offende?

Because I was thinking in Italian for most of the day, as opposed to, say, English, German or Latin, I decided to go with what I thought to be a somewhat appropriate title (in the correct language, of course).  The quote, however, is not really mine; it's from Dante Alighieri, il poeta della Divina Commedia, and I believe the translation runs as follows:  "O foolish creatures, what ignorance is this which torments you?"  Since I'm all about learning and teaching and reading and writing (among other things), this quote is applicable to all students, from junior high to college, even grad school, and particularly to those whose fate is in the hands of our fine public (government) school teachers and their unquestionably apolitical and upright union, like the NEA.
 
I have come across in my life's journey a great number of people who want to become teachers, or who were at that time already doing student teaching, or who were already teachers, from anywhere between a few years and twenty years.  Most of these folks are well-meaning and I believe quite sincere with regard to what they want to do or what they are doing (for a living).  They want to help young people.  They love kids.  (Well, I suppose if you love kids, then you may very well want to help them.)  Teaching is undoubtedly a noble pursuit and honorable profession.  But the public (government) education business in this country has produced (and is still producing) an overbearing stench that one could probably smell while located on the far side of the moon.
 
Most of our dullest and dumbest college students find it easy to go into education, and a degree in education is essentially contentless (so much so as to be mind numbing).  Now there are some very smart college students that do go into education, but they are few in number and, once in the grips of the education establishment, either become dumb or dumbfounded, which explains why, if they regain their senses, get out while they still have their halfwits about them.  At any rate, this education juggernaut is the overwhelming cause of the problem and explains why, for example, students can't read, write or do simple mathematics; why they don't know anything much about the history of the world or this country or even how it is governed (or not governed); why they don't seem to know much about literature; why they know little or nothing about science or studying a foreign language, which figures, since, after all, they don't know or understand plain English, which only is our mother tongue and should be the official language of the United States. 
 
This leviathan is located in Washington, DC, and goes by the name of the NEA.  Its tentacles are the professors of education (pedagogy) in colleges and universities across the fruited plane, and they are mainly responsible for the quality of the teachers in our schools.  Further on down are the school administrators, who are extensions of the education establishment and keep it going (on the road to nowhere).  The philosophy of education espoused here is one that simply does not believe that thorough and systematic study of the basic disciplines is as important in the classroom as conditioning students to the practicalities and realities of day-to-day living.
 
It has decided that an emphasis on the peripheral, ephemeral and trendy--and even the trivial--is more vital than to what is basic, rudimentary and crucial.  Thus this establishment is most profoundly anti-intellectual, and it is self-perpetuating because the more anti-intellectuals this system produces the more thoroughly the spirit of anti-intellectualism permeates the educational environment and society and culture at large.  Most parents, however, do not recognize the importance of a thorough grounding in the core subjects because they, too, were products of the education establishment.  The monster is fed by the state legislatures, which require future teachers and administrators to take endless courses in pedagogy, which only serves to perpetuate the spirit of anti-intellectualism.
 
And then of course there's John Dewey and his legacy.  The decline of American education can be traced back to him, for the patron saint of our schools has managed to corrupt teaching and learning.  His unabating attack on traditional education and religion is a most prominent feature of his philosophy of education.  The main obstacle to proper education, Dewey argued, was traditional religion.  He thought, like Nietzsche, that it created a slave morality and, along with Marx, asserted that it is the opium of the people. 
 
Because this subject demands much more exposition, I have decided to let it roll right smake into my next bloggery.  And, because I am tired, I think it prudent to end it right about ... here.  Zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz.
 
     
 
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quae fuerunt vitia mores sunt

Methinks the title of this trite blog says it all, even without moving its lips.  "What once were vices now are customs."  Perhaps Seneca was commenting here on what he saw as a decline in public values.  Cole Porter seemed to have concurred, although, of course, he put it rather differently, merely uttering in English, "Now, goodness knows, anything goes."  And yet there is that other infamous saying about how what goes around comes around.  Regardless, if, in fact, anything goes, then why not everything?  Since I was in northern California on election day, stuck, to put it mildly, in a divided household with regard to that Prop 8 thing, perhaps I can connect two dots with a crooked (as in non-straight) line.

Now Hume--no, not the guy on the Fox News Channel--believed custom to be the great guide of human life.  (He also believe reason to be the slave of the passions but that topic is for another blog.)  Now if custom really is the great or main guide of human life--and that would most certainly apply to behavior as well--then what happens when customs change?  Or are changed?  Since countries and cultures, for example, sometimes have different, even diametrically opposed, customs, then what?  How are we to judge which countries and cultures have better--and not merely different--customs?  Gee, perhaps we ought not judge, for judging tends to be very judgmental, and if there is something we must be it is non-judgmental.  After all, judgmental people make judgments (and are thus judicious), and who the heck are they to make judgements and be judges?  I mean, well, we have judges, many of whom are not elected, and they have a job to do, namely, make judgments, so that we (the people) either don't have to do that (bad thing) or we can simply leave it to the pros, because, of course, the pros know and that's why they get paid the big bucks.

Now although judges have to be judicious, since, after all, that's a rather inherent part of their jobs and, with a lot of practice, they become very good at it, other people--although judges are people, too--simply can't be trusted to make good judgments, even though they are called to do that in things like elections, because, well, they are not pros with regard to judging (in general) and certainly are even a whole lot worse in making good judgments (in particular).  Some years ago the people of California were asked to vote on something regarding the definition (or redefinition) of marriage, and they made a judgment that the definition of marriage--which is both an institution and a custom--should be (and remain) that it has much, if not everything, to do with the union of one woman and one man.  That issue passed, I believe, by a wide margin, which is something it does, though to a greater or lesser extent, in every state where the people get to vote on it.  But some folks just didn't like that the will of the majority (and the vox populi) judged that way, so they did what everyone does nowadays when the don't get their way.  They sued and so took them--and that terrible midjudgment--to court.  

Eventually the case made its way to the top court in the state, which would be the California Supreme Court, and there seven judges would be asked to judge whether or not the (past and current) definition of marriage--which, as an insitution and custom, has been around for a long, long time--was right, that is, fair, that is, good, that is, equal (to all, meaning, I suppose, everyone).  If not, well, then the dang thing has to change by a redefinition that it will be given by the judging judges, in order that it can be fair to everyone and not exclude anyone, that is, any two people, period.  No, not quite.  It can't be just any two people.  They must be, for instance, adults (and thus legal adults).  They must not be married themselves to other people.  They must not be closely related by blood, for we can't have a mother marrying her son or a father marrying his daughter or a sibling marrying a sibling.  But any two people can mean, and must mean, any two people other than the ones already restricted, so these two people can be two women, two men or one of each.  Now this is inclusion, not exclusion; fair, not unfair; just, not unjust; equal, not unequal.  Yes, equality and fairness under the law (and in the law, not outside it).  By a 4-3 margin--and majority rules, after all--the legal definition was thus changed by people that were judges in opposition to people that were not judges but were asked to judge ealier via the ballot box.  Within the context of the democratic process the will of the majority won but then lost--was trumped, that is--to and by the will of the majority of seven judges, 4-3.  Thus there was an overturning of the previous decision (judgment) of the people of the state of California.  Finally, after all, the judges got right what the people got wrong.  Fairness and justice and equality for all ... under the law, in the law and because of the law.  A new "right" was invented or created, one that never seemed to exist before, but did exist before and was discovered by four out of seven judges on the highest court of the state.  It is now finally and once and for all (times) over.

No, not quite.  It seems a lot of the people did not like what the four out of seven judges did (and said).  It is not up to the judges to re-define and make new law regarding marriage (and what it is or of what it consists).  But now the institution and custom has been changed, which makes sense, since institutions and customs simply must change (even sometimes overnight) in order to insure that justice is done, meaning fairness and equality be so executed and exercised.  Because custom is the great guide of human life, this new custom will serve as a newer guide, a better guide, than the old (antiquated) one.  Out with the old, in with the new; down with the traditional and conventional, and if you don't like it, well, shame on you, too bad for you and what's wrong with you?  

Still, the will of the majority would not rest.  So they came up with a new, which is to say, old, proposition.  They were then able to get enough signatures and place it on the ballot.  Once again the people--not the judges, even though judges are people, too--will decide and judge this.  Well, this time the result was the same, albeit much closer.  Once again, however, the will of the people, that is, the will of the majority, decided (again) and judged (again) that marriage must remain as it was and as it has always been.  Yet in order to do that it was necessary to amend (correct) the California State Constitution, which, through this process, would not allow or permit judges to make a new law by creating a new right so that their social policy preferences, though concealed by their robes, could be carried out.  So the state constitution got amended, and tradition, which is self-correcting, corrected itself by and through the will of the people.  Now it's finally, unquestionably, irrevocably over.  

But no, no, no.  Don't dream, it's over.  No.  Don't dream it's over.  Here come more lawsuits (and more lawyers).  And the judges, well, are they actually going to get re-involved once again?  No.  It would be twice again, for this is the second time they may (or will) get involved.  How the customs and laws do change sometimes very quickly and with little or no notice.

The slippery slope gets suddenly slicker and slipperier.  Pandora's Box opens even and ever wider.  Forty years ago or so, homosexuality was judged to be a mental disorder and viewed as abnormal, unnatural and unhealthy.  Today, in these gloriously enlightened times, homosexuality is promoted, celebrated and adjudicated as a viable, healthy lifestyle, no better and no worse than any other, which is to say (the least and most), equal and on the same level as all others.  The practice of it is now a right, a civil and protected one, granted and bestowed by certain judges who point to the Fourteenth Amendment and exclaim, "Yes, it's there.  It's in there somewhere.  We can see it.  We're not inventing or creating it.  We just need to pull it out of there and show it to others so that they, too, can see it, acknowledge it and accept it.  And, no, we're not reading into things or bringing things out that don't exist, because it's just not possible to bring out something that doesn't exist.  So it must be there and now we're just discovering it."  Of course other certain judges don't see it.  In California those judges were in the minority, much like the people who want same sex marriage and want to redefine the traditional, conventional meaning of marriage to suit their unique (and non-bigoted, tolerant, enlightened) world views. 

What goes around comes around; what comes around goes around.  And if anything goes, then everything goes ... and will go, like tradition and convention and the traditional and conventional.  If something as basic and enduring as marriage and the institution therof can be redefined, then anything and everything can be redefined.  Imagine the possibilities as you don't consider the ramifications.     

                  
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just a little test not in jest

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?"  
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