A suggestion

For those who take interest in the names of teams in the National Football League, a brief suggestion of a new name for the "Washington Redskins:"

"Washington Redskins."

Simple, no?

The Hand that Feeds

Murdered Ambassador Chris Stevens was a victim of his own efforts.

In his own words, he "was thrilled to watch the Libyan people stand up and demand their rights" in 2011, and personally took part in the effort to overthrow Colonel Khadafy:

Stevens, whose diplomatic foothold were a couple of battered tables, was on literally on the rebels' side while the revolution was at its most vulnerable and in danger of being crushed by Gadhafi's troops who were moving on the city. The threat was pushed back at the last minute by the intervention of NATO planes which began bombing Gadhafi's tanks and troops.

And now, the wild dogs have bitten the hand that fed them.

Perhaps the murderers themselves were not amongst the glorious and noble opposition in 2011.  Indeed, perhaps they were friends of the Colonel.

No matter.  In the Colonel's time, there were zero United States Ambassadors killed.

Change has come to Libya.

Bones, not votes

In Libya, the new, wonderfully liberated Libya, the United States ambassador can be murdered by thugs.  "How can this be?" ask the perplexed liberating classes, who know that the Libyan people are (as are all common people) faultless practitioners of Anglo-Parliamentary order.

This would never have happened under the late Colonel Khadafy.

This is what happens when you put the dogs in charge of the kennel.

Khadafy was a dog himself, but he was a trained dog.

If you give a dog a bone, he will chew the bone.

If you  give a dog a vote, he will still be looking for his bone.  If you don't give him his bone, he will be taking it.  He knows his vote doesn't count, which is more than can be said for his purported liberators.

An unnatural affectation

So it is now the height of fashion for two men to marry one another.  Fashions change.  The embrace of deviance today lends it the acceptance of waverers and wanderers, but not the character of integrity, which cannot be lent or bestowed, but must be earned or inborn.

Still, acceptance is of some effect.  What effect such acceptance accords is a matter of some confusion.

Marriage is the natural union of a man and a woman, through which children are born and reared, property and status conferred.  This ancient form long ago became a matter of law through the offices of church and crown, who were concerned with matters of family, property, propriety and status.

Enter the self-referent corporate state, decapitator of kings, usurper of authority.  This entity inherits by default (as its founders evicted the holder) custody of the legal matter of marriage.

To this entity, however, persons are indistinct one from another.  While it recognises roles and relations, persons relate from birth directly with the state itself, which issues each person a certificate of birth, and, though generally unobtrusive in its dicta, reserves to itself custody of any minor person the conduct of whose parents is deemed transgressive.

This state entity has by long tradition (of which it is no observer, but which it observes as convenient or necessary) sanctioned marriage in its natural form. However, natural marriage is not identical to marriage in legal terms.  Marriage, to the self-referent corporate state, is a legal conjunction between two persons, conferring upon them a status for purposes of conveyance, tax and other liability, and entitlement.  The family aspect is incidental, and, in extremis, notional.  Two atomic persons, whoever they be, can, therefore, in the unseeing eyes of this entity neuter, join in a relation called marriage.  Oblivious, this neuter entity, to its own organic foundation in family, requisite code changes may be duly applied in accord with procedure, whether long established or specially crafted for purpose: to be sure, should fashion decree, procedure is tailored to suit.

Is this the end of marriage and family?  As if an entity crafted of ink and paper could efface nature, despairing folk fear so: fear not, it is not so.  It is yet another absurd stance adopted by the self-referent state in deference to its animating force: sentiment.  Rather, the self-referent state follows its relentless path to self-abnegation through irrelevance, particularly so in its deprecation of the invigorating constraints of natural order, in its embrace of licence and self-indulgence.   Mighty though its arms be, its gut is flabby, it nerves numb, its mind confounded.  Alas, though, its teeth, still sharp, will yet tear much flesh in its death-dance.

The Parlor Game

The kings of Europe, in ages past, conquered and ruled many lands foreign and distant.

Since the effeminate and pusillanimous took up the places of kings, conquest is deemed unseemly (though fig leaves are daily stitched of whole cloth to lend a gentility to conquests of plebeian character), and rulership a scandal (though its organic necessity inspires the promulgation of popular doctrines establishing sanctifying rituals to be performed at the accession of rulers, such as they are, beholden to such ritual impurity), the commoner heirs of European royalty have striven to divest their patrimonies into the hands of their acknowledged dependents, who bear still the dependent character, but, what is valued more in this twilit age, the name of sovereign.

The pig thus welcomed into the parlor is no less a pig, nor does he behave otherwise than a pig would behave in the muck.  No wonder that the parlor can hardly be distinguished from the pig pen.  The sons of the house would do best to flee out of doors before the ancient house defiled collapses upon them: at last they might regain for themselves abroad in field and forest what their fathers surrendered.

Pity Poor George

Pity poor George Zimmerman, the first white hispanic ever indicted by hooded mobs.  Korean shopkeepers in South Central Los Angeles are praying for a guilty verdict.

Summer Vacation is Over at Last

Summer vacation is officially over.

The police have finally been allowed to do their jobs in New York:

The mayor said protesters and the general public can return once the park is cleaned, but would have to abide by rules banning items like tents, tarps and sleeping bags. 

"Protesters have had two months to occupy the park with tents and sleeping bags. Now they will have to occupy the space with the power of their arguments," Bloomberg said.

Weeping, wailing and gnashing of teeth has accompanied the news that these poor kids will no longer be allowed to live rent-free.  Now they must join the 99% and pay rent--or just go back home to their parents.

Who do these kids think they are--Bolsheviks?  Bloomberg has them completely cornered.  Their arguments are not strong enough to withstand the winter, nor to encourage them to put up any real resistance.  Will they fight? No.  What will they do?  Complain that it isn't fair?  Even Jimmy Carter knew that life is not fair.  Complaining will not change it.  Perhaps if they all hold their breath and turn blue, change will finally come.

What will they do?  Hopefully they will go home and put their sleeping bags and tents back in the hall closet.