It’s May the 4th, as in “May the 4th be with you” and all that.
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Let’s face the facts.
26
Apr
GWB is smarter, WAAAAYYYY smarter, than YOU.
I know that lefties and the bleating media idiots (but I repeat myself) like to smugly criticize his intellect, but they are too stupid to know how wrong they are. They say that if you are in a group playing poker and you can’t immediately tell who the pigeon is, YOU are the pigeon. GWB just loved to have people underestimate him. True idiots like to have people overestimate them (can you say “John Kerry?”). These folks were easily snookered by the “aw shucks” persona of GWB and his occasional word sequencing issues. But GWB certainly played it to his advantage. And the country’s.
I have been saying for years that the verbal sequencing is NOT an indication of intelligence. Lefties misunderstand this at their own peril.
Margaret Thatcher
08
Apr
is dead. Sad on many levels. I personally never met her, but she was still a great influence on me. But all flesh is grass, so to speak. The only issue now is that the torch is passed to US, and how will we be remembered by future generations? How will we acquit ourselves? What e’re thou art, act well thy part, so to speak…
Another great poem…
14
Mar
I don’t know why I was thinking about A.E. Housman’s masterpiece, but I was. I haven’t thought of it in years and years. And I’m not really into poetry–it is often pretentious and boring. But this one is acknowledged by all to be a great one. It is also sufficiently angsty for me (it is a weakness of mine).
Loveliest of trees, the cherry now
Is hung with bloom along the bough,
And stands about the woodland ride
Wearing white for Eastertide.
Now, of my threescore years and ten,
Twenty will not come again,
And take from seventy springs a score,
It only leaves me fifty more.
And since to look at things in bloom
Fifty springs are little room,
About the woodlands I will go
To see the cherry hung with snow
Obama
09
Mar
has said that the sky would fall if 2% of the budget were cut through sequestration. Now he is working to inflict the maximum pain possible. Sad that the morons in the U.S. re-elected him. And yet he IS such a man…
My kids went to a “concert”
21
Feb
Put on by a group from a local university. They said it was terrible–bad voices and horrifyingly bad choice of music. The Mendelian 2nd daughter kept running notes that were dang funny–and snarky. Even the 12-year-old thought it was horrid. And then the yokels in the audience gave them a standing ovation. Is that just the norm now? I thought it was supposed to be reserved for a truly exceptional performances! C’mon, folks! What is this, a grade school talent show?
I gotta admit, this made me chortle, but then I shook my head in despair–for several reasons.
You see this on shows like “American Idol.” People who delude themselves into thinking they can sing, but they stink to high heaven. That’s what happened tonight, and they were supported in their delusion by a conductor and by the audience.
The Mendelian Spousal Unit (MSU) is a fantastic (and quite tonally unusual) mezzo-soprano. It was a “party trick” for her to mimic the voice of Julie Andrews, and there are some real similarities (though Andrews was a good deal higher–freakishly high). Her mom is a great composer with with true perfect pitch (and professional musician who got music for a famous professional choir) and her dad was an operatic tenor who was offered a scholarship at the Vienna Conservatory of Music. I myself was a scholarship tenor in college and that’s how I met the MSU–though the MS has rather robbed me of my singing voice, now (one of my first symptoms). My mom was a good soprano who took organ lessons from a very famous person, and my sister is a decent soprano.
I’m not sure any of the kids got the MSU’s voice, but they are all decent or better.
I only say all that to show that the family is not totally ignorant about vocal music. And even the 12-year-old said the performance stunk. But I guess, to quote the dodo bird in Alice in Wonderland, “All have won and all must have prizes!” Sad, sad…
What if
19
Feb
all the Presidents in their prime got into a huge knife fight? Who would win?
[sorry for some bad language, it's not frequent and it's fairly mild]
Valentine’s day was yesterday, but perhaps my
15
Feb
favorite poem of all time is this one, and it is worth knowing. Suitably angsty and existential for me…
Go, lovely Rose—
Tell her that wastes her time and me,
That now she knows,
When I resemble her to thee,
How sweet and fair she seems to be.
Tell her that’s young,
And shuns to have her graces spied,
That hadst thou sprung
In deserts where no men abide,
Thou must have uncommended died.
Small is the worth
Of beauty from the light retired:
Bid her come forth,
Suffer herself to be desired,
And not blush so to be admired.
Then die—that she
The common fate of all things rare
May read in thee;
How small a part of time they share
That are so wondrous sweet and fair!