Thursday, September 25, 2014
Eric Holder, the Attorney-
General of the US, is va-
cating the legal parapets
he prowled, as Gertrude of
banking and Claudius of civ-
il liberties so stifled him.
Who knew, the courtiers had
wished it so?
Any loiterer with a decent
stomach for intrigue will
The setting could not have been more
scrupulously structured for the hues
of irony. Beneath a banner citing a
verse in Isaiah, The grass withers,
the flowers fade .., the Southern
Baptist Convention kicked out a con-
gregation who have come to peaceable
terms with same-sex relationships,
at a rump court proceeding in Colo-
rado. Such a strife-torn jurisdic-
tion, our higher State's become of
late, I hope the Little Nell goes on.
Not to be outdone - as, when have
they ever been - our Brokeback
Mountain Roman Catholics have put
shall we say, "down," or "in it"
again - by shunning a sexagenarian
couple of long membership in the
Church, for marrying in Seattle.
No one has alleged jealousy in the
congregation, for the ceremony's
taking place near the water, but
sages in the Style section have
cautioned against ruling it out.
But the newlyweds had paid the
standard extortionary price for
indulgence, long enough: closet-
ing themselves in silence, for
decades of devotion in that com-
Somewhere near us all, is a State
to shelter us from such corruption,
where the word Isaiah cited is re-
stored, even as the legions of its
withering, surely hear it coming.
Wednesday, September 24, 2014
The same perfervid lemmings,
who so effortlessly captured
financed by the Koch family
(lads so challenged to speak
their own name correctly, as
to loose the dogs of many a
misbred litter), have begun
to dictate to the parents of
the suburbs of Denver, that
the preaching of the Tea Party
the preaching of the Tea Party
creed must extend to a child's
grasp of history; which is to
say, to his loss of who he is.
It's straightforward molestation.
Now an entire school system gags
in public at last; this will be
seen as another Ferguson moment,
because it goes beyond resisting
myth, to saving the unarmed from
being destroyed before our eyes.
Tuesday, September 23, 2014
In whatever company you find
yourself in England, you may
always be sure that some one
present is "staying," and you
come in due time to feel the
abysses within the word.
The large windows of the drawing room
I speak of looked away over the river
to the blurred and blotted hills,
where the rain was drizzling and drift-
ing. It was very quiet, as I say; there
was an air of large leisure .. [They]
talked about "town": that is what peop-
le talk about in the country. If I were
disposed I might represent them as talk-
ing with positive pathos of yearning.
We had a beautiful solstice day
in our Piedmont: breezy, warm, and
balmy as a resilient loft of pillow
to deliver us to Fall. In our count-
ry modesty, we can't tell you any-
thing you don't already know. We re-
ly on visits to constitute a world.
It is a treasure, our language gives
us, to resort to an ear so fluent in
our yearnings, it can build for them
a manor where they huddle, atavist-
ically. What else is a yearning, but
a delectation of unfulfillment?
Something more, I love to believe,
something I respect James for not
allowing to be easy, but showing.
Monday, September 22, 2014
Her Majesty's Prime Minister, who
conceived the late referendum on
the dismemberment of the United
Kingdom as a mode of entrapping
symptoms he could detect, of
forces he could never understand,
immediately last Friday deliver-
ed himself of revelation again,
that self-determination in her
islands had been quashed for an-
other generation. Joy in clubland.
It was lost on no one, that this shallow and demeaning partisan boast exhausted the last of the underlying intimidation in Toryism's most frantic arguments for sustained oppression: that the repair, self-determination, would be irreparable. With what sublime and stark genius are the subjects spared their breath, in tautologies on their own desire?
We can't know, if such deeply immature arrogance will be cited, some day soon, as the final nail in his system's coffin. But we can begin to see in it, sentiment's share in mistaking ancient expe-diency for efficient distributions of justice.
Toryism, left to the Tories, has
always exposed itself to Acton's
warning of degeneration in power.
Mrs Thatcher's seizure of Disraeli's
party mirrored (yes, prefigured)
Reaganism's of Theodore Roosevelt's.
An ignoble party of nobility is all
the present generations in the Eng-
lish speaking world have ever seen.
How long will they wear its forms,
the more its pretenses are exposed?
With catastrophic miscalculation,
Tories have pursued their debasing
austerity policies with a smugness
implicating the Kingdom they rule,
as the Left, drenched in pessimism,
has surrendered the initiative to
cated, nostalgic deferences? Finally,
who cares? Mr Cameron's nightmare's
above ground, and very much alive.
The chimes are audible, David, of
when Harry cut the cord with Fal-
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