Tell 'em, Mookie!

"What is it to be English?," he asked. "It is a very serious question. When you ask a lot of people in this country they are very vague.

"Multiculturalism has seemed to imply, wrongly for me, 'Let other cultures be allowed to express themselves but do not let the majority culture at all tell us its glories, its struggles, its joys, its pains'." ++York

Free Tookie!

This is a gang and I'm in it
My man Dre'll f**k you up in a minute
With a right left, right left you're toothless
And then you say goddamn they ruthless!

Gangsta, Gangsta! That's what they're yellin
"It's not about a salary, it's all about reality" - KRS One
Gangsta, Gangsta! That's what they're yellin
"He'll f**k up you and yours, and anything that gets in his way"

N.W.A


Link to Free Tookie Petition: Gov. Arnie, check out those triceps!

Off My Territory!

"The Aristocrats" as Told in Zimbabwe

"So what do you call it?"
"Why, either Rotary Club or The Aristocrats," I tell Mugabe.

Barbie's New Boyfriend

Caroline Grace has taken a shine to my Apollo-era, poseable astronaut with jetpack. He has a haircut just like Daddy's. Barbie and Gordo are registered at Williams-Sonoma, Tiffany, and Wal-Mart.

"Who's the best pilot you ever saw, Barbie?"

Herr K. was made aware that these
cross examinations would follow one another regularly, perhaps not every
week but quite frequently. On the one hand it was in everyone's interest
to bring proceedings quickly to their conclusion, but on the other hand
every aspect of the examinations had to be carried out thoroughly
without lasting too long because of the associated stress.

The Purist
by Ogden Nash

I give you now Professor Twist,
A conscientious scientist,
Trustees exclaimed, "He never bungles!"
And sent him off to distant jungles.
Camped on a tropic riverside,
One day he missed his loving bride.
She had, the guide informed him later,
Been eaten by an alligator.
Professor Twist could not but smile.
"You mean," he said, "a crocodile."

The Ghost of General Patton Speaks

Double click the title for All-American multimedia for your bomb shelter.

Big Fun in The Digital Future, Or Pick on A Pulitzer, Pal?!

While I appreciate Thomas Lipscomb's point of view, I think the word "Protestant" in his title was used for reasons of "sound" rather than "sense." I am myself a self-described Anglo-Catholic priest with an ear for alliteration. We dropped the title "Protestant" some time ago, a fact of some delight to those of us who see Anglican life centered on Sacrament.

I might suggest that a true Anglo-Catholic would look to the Chicago-Lambeth Quadrilateral in the back of the Book of Common Prayer, rather than to the 39 Articles as he does. If I have proved the point of his peregrinations by positing this, I am pleased.
-- (The Rev.) W.H. Marchl, III, M Div.
New Haven, Connecticut

click title for "The Peculiar Peculations of the PECUSA"
"I am afraid what you have proven is that able clergy occupies itself with minutiae while the church itself is inextremis."--Thomas Lipscomb

Brrrrrrr...

A Peace Loving People

In the video al-Zawahiri not only labels the Queen as one of Islam’s “severest enemies” but also sends a warning shot to British Islamic leaders who “work for the pleasure of Elizabeth, the head of the Church of England”.

He said those who followed her were saying: “We are British citizens, subject to Britain’s crusader laws, and we are proud of our submission . . . to Elizabeth, head of the Church of England.”

Title links to The Times of London, Sunday, 13 November 2005.

"Watchman Tell Us": It Is Finished, Friends

Dover Beach

The sea is calm to-night.
The tide is full, the moon lies fair
Upon the straits; -on the French coast the light
Gleams and is gone; the cliffs of England stand,
Glimmering and vast, out in the tranquil bay.
Come to the window, sweet is the night air!
Only, from the long line of spray
Where the sea meets the moon-blanch'd land,
Listen! you hear the grating roar
Of pebbles which the waves draw back, and fling,
At their return, up the high strand,
Begin, and cease, and then again begin,
With tremulous cadence slow, and bring
The eternal note of sadness in.
Sophocles long ago
Heard it on the Aegean, and it brought
Into his mind the turbid ebb and flow
Of human misery; we
Find also in the sound a thought,
Hearing it by this distant northern sea.

The Sea of Faith
Was once, too, at the full, and round earth's shore
Lay like the folds of a bright girdle furl'd.
But now I only hear
Its melancholy, long, withdrawing roar,
Retreating, to the breath
Of the night-wind, down the vast edges drear
And naked shingles of the world.

Ah, love, let us be true
To one another! for the world, which seems
To lie before us like a land of dreams,
So various, so beautiful, so new,
Hath really neither joy, nor love, nor light,

Nor certitude, nor peace, nor help for pain;
And we are here as on a darkling plain
Swept with confused alarms of struggle and flight,
Where ignorant armies clash by night.

by Matthew Arnold
[1867]

Somme Enchanted Evening!

The Hun Subdued



Anthem for Doomed Youth

What passing-bells for these who die as cattle?
- Only the monstruous anger of the guns.
Only the stuttering rifles' rapid rattle
Can patter out their hasty orisons.
No mockeries now for them; no prayers nor bells;
Nor any voice of mourning save the choirs, -
The shrill, demented choirs of wailing shells;
And bugles calling for them from sad shires.


What candles may be held to speed them all?
Not in the hands of boys, but in their eyes
Shall shine the holy glimmers of good-byes.
The pallor of girls' brows shall be their pall;
Their flowers the tenderness of patient minds,
And each slow dusk a drawing-down of blinds.

W. Owen

An Examined Life: More Dappled Thought

An Examined Life: More Dappled Thought

Hero Time

I believe that the definition of definition is reinvention. To not be like your parents. To not be like your friends. To be yourself.
Completely. The Iron never lies to you. You can walk outside and listen to all kinds of talk, get told that you're a god or a total bastard. The Iron will always kick you the real deal. The Iron is the great reference point, the all-knowing perspective giver. Always there like a beacon in the pitch black. I have found the Iron to be my greatest friend. It never freaks out on me, never runs. Friends may come and go. But two hundred pounds is always two hundred pounds.

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Meanwhile in Alsace...

Those Muslims are not our terrorists, monsieur!

MENDACITY!

"You May Know Paris, You Don't Know Par-ee!"

Or is that the Rosenbergs?

"Gray Skies Are Gonna Clear Up!"

Piss on every last one of them and the horses they rode in on, too!

"I ain't as good as I once was
but I'm as good once as I ever was
maybe not be good as I once was
but I'm as good once as I ever was"

All Saint's Day, MMV

Ee Mwana wa Mulungu: twakwikumbirija otwigwe.
Ee Mwana wa Mulungu: twakwikumbirija otwigwe.
Ee Mwana wa Ngholo wa Mulungu: owinjaho shibi sha munsi;
Otwinhe kuhola kwako.
Ee Mwana wa Ngholo wa Mulungu: owinjaho shibi sha munsi;
Otulekeje biswe.

Ee Masiya, otwigwe.
Ee Masiya, otwigwe.
Seba, otulekeje.
Seba, otulekeje.
Masiya, otulekeje.
Masiya, otulekeje.
Seba, otulekeje.
Seba, otulekeje.