Quote Of The Day.

Saturday, February 28, 2004


Still wondering why so-called moderate Muslims in America, Europe, Australia and any other place you care to imagine can't bring themselves to support the so-called war on terrorists? In an interview with author and scholar James Schall last October, which I just found in the new Chesterton Review (not on the net), Father Schall illuminates the willful ignorance many secularists--and Christians--maintain vis a vis Islam (and how master writer Hilaire Belloc would have viewed 9/11):

"The accepted doctrine today is that Islam itself is not a problem. As such, Islam is said to have no relation to world events that result in the need for defense in the West.

"There are, however, something called "terrorists" who cause all the problems. Even though they have Muslim names and claim the legitimacy of what they do to be found in their religion, their origins are said to be elsewhere -- where, no one is quite sure. Western ideology forbids it to take Islam's notion of itself seriously.

"Belloc understood that Islam has a defined theological outlook and goal: Everyone should be Muslim. Force was useful in this goal. Belloc expected, if it ever acquired power again, that Islam would take up right where it left off after its last great territorial conquests.

"He would not have been in the least surprised at Sept. 11. Nor would he be astonished to find out that the Christians in the West are quite unprepared to understand the zeal for religion and conquest that Islam had and has in its faith. Not a few Muslim leaders of today both desire and see possible, on a worldwide scale, the return to aggressive and active proselytism."

posted by Robert on Saturday, February 28, 2004 | link


Tuesday, February 24, 2004

For Oddity’s Sake.

Just to give you a taste of the weirdness that is Bama, I have been advised, in very strong terms and by myriad trustworthy people, that I should not, under any circumstances, go to Mass on Ash Wednesday until after work. If my work schedule only permits morning Mass, I was told to skip the obligation. Seems Catholicism is still a firing offense in enough places here in Baptist-land that one has to worship advisedly. I don’t think my bank would can me, but I sure as heck can’t afford to find out. Poverty doth make cowards of us all.

posted by Lee Ann on Tuesday, February 24, 2004 | link


Monday, February 23, 2004

Quiz Time.

Let’s ignore the implications of this, shall we?

posted by Lee Ann on Monday, February 23, 2004 | link

Thank You Captain Obvious.

From Reuters:

That Candy Bar Tastes Sweeter When You’re Hungry.

You know, I’ve heard beer tastes good when you’re hot and thirsty. Where’s my grant?

posted by Lee Ann on Monday, February 23, 2004 | link

Queen Size.

I’d say my fave Mrs. Hank is Anne of Cleves. The Mare of Flanders certainly made out the best. She got a castle, a nice stipend, and never did have to sleep with the potato-faced old toad. Boleyn was too arriviste and Catherine Howard was too dim to really like. Pity, yes, but not like. Jane Seymour was a cipher with a lucky womb. Nothing interesting there. Catharine of Aragon was impossible to dislike. She’s a poor dear if there ever was one. Capable, intelligent, and good was poor dear Spanish Catharine. That last wife (wasn’t she a Catherine too? Jabba the Limey had a thing for Kates) was too shrewd to like. There was something calculating about her that puts me off.

posted by Lee Ann on Monday, February 23, 2004 | link


Which wife of Henry VIII do you find most simpatica, Lee Ann? I’m teaching Robert Bolt’s nearly perfect A Man for All Seasons this semester and, my wife and I having treated ourselves to a “private” screening of it Saturday, I find myself most impressed with the young Vanessa Redgrave’s literal portrayal of “goggle-eyed harlot” Anne Boleyn.

And by the way, the Vintage Spiritual Classics series has recently published a superb Saint Thomas More. (Sorry about the lack of links in this post—I’m just too jammed to do the extra typing.)

posted by Robert on Monday, February 23, 2004 | link


Sunday, February 22, 2004

Later Gators.

Posting has been light, and will continue to be light for a few more days, because my beloved Nana has come to visit. We've been spending our time reading tabloids, eating cookies, and throwing eggs at liberal Democrats. As you might guess, this leaves little time for youse guys. Now if you'll excuse me, I have to go find out what Batboy will be wearing to the Oscars.

posted by Lee Ann on Sunday, February 22, 2004 | link

T'anks Bob.

Speaking of the Afghan Muslim founding of Australia, did you know I'm Marie of Romania?

posted by Lee Ann on Sunday, February 22, 2004 | link


Saturday, February 21, 2004


From Memri: "The Mufti of Australia Calls for Jihad; 'Australia was Discovered by Afghan Muslims'" If you need further confirmation of the tenuous hold on reality demonstrated these days by Muslim clerics go here.

posted by Robert on Saturday, February 21, 2004 | link


Thursday, February 19, 2004


From Robert Spencer:

“A vote for Bush or Kerry will be a vote for or against the war on terror.

“Kerry, of course, has already famously said, "I think there has been an exaggeration" of the terror threat by the Bush White House. Others on the Left go even farther, complaining that the word terrorism itself is being kept deliberately imprecise: "Few American politicians or commentators," asserts John V. Whitbeck, an international lawyer based in Saudi Arabia, in Tuesday’s International Herald Tribune, "dare to question the conventional wisdom that ‘terrorism’ is the greatest threat facing America and the world. If so, the real threat lies not in the behavior to which this word is applied but in the word itself."

For the rest.

posted by Robert on Thursday, February 19, 2004 | link


Wednesday, February 18, 2004


Indeed it is, says Terence Jeffrey in an article at Townhall.com this morning. Go here to find out how cloning just may break all 10 commandments.

And while we’re on the subject, my poem “Epitaph” is now at Catholic Exchange.

posted by Robert on Wednesday, February 18, 2004 | link


Monday, February 16, 2004

This Tog’s For You, Smockie-Baby!

Hey Fashionistas, check out this fantabulous site! Behold the ultimate ugly dress archive. I posted this especially for Smockmamma.

posted by Lee Ann on Monday, February 16, 2004 | link

Gotta Love It.

Wanna know why I love Gone South? Here’s why:

“If, I repeat ‘if’, John Kerry cheated on a jealous woman with half a billion dollars, he is too dumb to be my president.”

posted by Lee Ann on Monday, February 16, 2004 | link


Time for Spring cleaning on ye olde blogroll. I’m spending some time sorting through my links. Updates need to be made. It’s embarrassing to realize how I’ve neglected some good blogs. Some links work like new but some must needs be pitched. A couple of my links went fishing. I think I’m gonna need some new links.

posted by Lee Ann on Monday, February 16, 2004 | link

Quiz Time.

Obviously my style, just not my budget.

You are Cashmere.
You are Cashmere.
You are sophisticated and luxe. You can often be
found in high-end boutiques and hobnobbing with
the upper crust. You are one of the beautiful
people and you don't let anyone forget it!

What kind of yarn are you?
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posted by Lee Ann on Monday, February 16, 2004 | link


Sunday, February 15, 2004

The Literarium.

The Literarium has been updated. This time, it's personal.

posted by Lee Ann on Sunday, February 15, 2004 | link


Saturday, February 14, 2004


From this week’s Tongue Tied:

The San Francisco Chronicle informs us that the term “homosexual” is not appropriate when referring to gay people anymore (“too pathological and clinical”) and that a whole host of new words are popping up to describe Bay Area folks who don’t fit into the whole “binary male-female system.”

“Genderqueer” is someone who thinks there are more than two sexes and doesn’t consider himself or herself male or female. Someone who is “pansexual” is attracted to people of multiple genders.

In the transgender (someone with a “gender identity different from the one assigned at birth”) community, a “trannydyke” is a transgender person attracted to people “with a more feminine gender” and a “trannyfag” is someone attracted to people with “a more masculine gender.”

A “boi” is usually a “biological female” with a boyish manner. She might feel like a boy with a “y,” but since she doesn’t have the “boy parts” then boi with an “i” is preferable.

posted by Robert on Saturday, February 14, 2004 | link


Friday, February 13, 2004


Some words banned from use in contemporary student textbooks (from author Diane Ravitch in an article at Opinion Journal this morning):

landlord, cowboy, brotherhood, yacht, cult, primitive, fireman, authoress, handyman, hostess, addict, alumna, alumnae, alumni, alumnus, American, cancer patient, city fathers, masterpiece, mastery, white collar, blue collar, pink collar, teenager, senior citizen, third world, uncivilized, underprivileged, unmarried, widow or widower, and man.

posted by Robert on Friday, February 13, 2004 | link


Thursday, February 12, 2004

Barbie Single Again.

Well, as skanky as she’s been acting, no wonder Ken dumped her.

posted by Lee Ann on Thursday, February 12, 2004 | link

That Explains It!

So this was what Bush was alluding to when he put all that nonsense about steroids in his State of the Union Address. Here I thought it was to get those long, lingering “screw-you-John-Kerry” TV shots of yummy-licious Tom Brady.

posted by Lee Ann on Thursday, February 12, 2004 | link


Wednesday, February 11, 2004

What’s So Shocking, Bob?

Why would it be shocking that Pete Singer is our nation’s leading bioethicist? Is he somehow out of step with our Abortified Convenience Culture? Is a culture conditioned to view a baby in the womb as non-human, non-life tissue really going to have a radical change of opinion just because a head has left the birth canal? That’s the next logical step to the Trophy Child Lifestyle, isn’t it? Note I said “next logical step” and not reducto ad absurdum.

All relationships end as they begin. If the parent-child relationship begins as an owner/possession relation dependent upon the dominant party’s convenience, why should that relationship not follow its logical course to the end, natural or otherwise?

posted by Lee Ann on Wednesday, February 11, 2004 | link


You’re going to be seeing a lot of Princeton "bioethicist" Peter Singer in various media these days, a kindly, reasonable man who is just trying to sell his new book. But before you read the reviews or plunge into anything he has to say about his philosophy ("nuanced" repackaging of euthanasia and eugenics that brings out the hiss in sophisticated) read Harriet McBryde Johnson’s "Unspeakable Conversations." Here is her opening paragraph, wherein she directly addresses the kindly old prof:

"He insists he doesn't want to kill me. He simply thinks it would have been better, all things considered, to have given my parents the option of killing the baby I once was, and to let other parents kill similar babies as they come along and thereby avoid the suffering that comes with lives like mine and satisfy the reasonable preferences of parents for a different kind of child. It has nothing to do with me. I should not feel threatened."

posted by Robert on Wednesday, February 11, 2004 | link


Monday, February 09, 2004

The Literarium.

The Literarium has been updated. It's Injuns and Old Hickory this time.

posted by Lee Ann on Monday, February 09, 2004 | link


For Pete’s sake, Al, hire yourself a stunt butt! From Little Green Footballs:

“Al Gore, who was a featured speaker at the Arab League’s antisemitic “think tank” known as the Zayed Centre for Coordination and Follow-up, continues the downward slide of Democratic political rhetoric: Gore Says America ‘Betrayed’ by Bush.” More here.

posted by Robert on Monday, February 09, 2004 | link


Saturday, February 07, 2004


The following item is from the Tongue Tied and needs no further comment:

"A writer tracked down by the Montgomery, Ala.-based Southern Poverty Law Center says the Lord of the Rings trilogy is like promotional ad for those 'tired old race and gender paradigms that were all the rage back in author J.R.R. Tolkien's day.'

"Andrea Lewis, described as a San Francisco-based writer and co-host of the Morning Show on KPFA-FM 94.1 in Berkeley, Calif, says on the SPLC’s tolerance.org website that the Rings movie should instead have been called 'The Return of the Patriarchy.'

"That almost all the heroes of the series are 'manly men who are whiter than white' and 'frequently framed in halos of blinding bright light and exude a heavenly aura of all that is Eurocentric and good' is proof for her of the films' racist leanings.

"Lewis much prefers the Matrix movies, she says, because they give 'women and people of color some characters they can relate to.' All the better, she says, most of the bad guys in the Matrix movies are really 'Euro.'

"'It's the patriarchy of the past versus the Rainbow Coalition of the future,' she says."

posted by Robert on Saturday, February 07, 2004 | link


Friday, February 06, 2004

NFL High School, Forever and Ever . . .

With apologies to the Ramones, the idea of high schoolers in the NFL is a very bad one. Okay, so the players would technically have to graduate but they would still be too young and too small. The one good thing that will come out of this is that the NFL may finally start the minor league it so desperately needs. Link the minor league to the colleges. Pay the players and let them attend and represent their schools. They could still get an education, the schools could get their money, and the players would not be the exploited pawns of the mafia-like NCAA. The NCAA makes a truckload of cash off college sports and it’s high time that the people who earn the money see their share of it. I love college football. I do not love the NCAA. There are very dark abuses in the big money world of “amateur” sports. Colleges, through their boosters and alumni, entice players with sex and sometimes flat out purchase them. The NCAA sits back and scoops up the money. The way to reform the abuses of college football and make it a benefit to both schools and players is to create a collegiate minor league.

posted by Lee Ann on Friday, February 06, 2004 | link


I guess you can find anything you want at a discount store. Like that human skull you’ve always wanted. I want one for my cubicle.

posted by Lee Ann on Friday, February 06, 2004 | link

Happy Birthday Gipper.

Today is Ronald Reagan’s 93rd birthday. To the man who rescued America from malaise and the world from Communist dictatorship, I salute you.

posted by Lee Ann on Friday, February 06, 2004 | link

Lax Posting.

Sorry for the sparce posts but this has been a hectic week. Work was crazy, the Patriots won the Super Bowl, and Hon’s divorce came to a head.

posted by Lee Ann on Friday, February 06, 2004 | link


Carson Holloway makes a tight argument at NRO today that the breast baring was a lot worse in some ways than critics at first perceived:

"The act is undeniably unprincipled, however, from the standpoint of the morality to which many members of the entertainment elite parade their adherence — a morality of sensitivity to America's regrettable history of inequality and exploitation. In their lust to make headlines, it apparently never occurred to these people to wonder, or perhaps to care, how it would look, in light of that history and the still-sensitive wounds arising from it, to depict a white man forcibly tearing the clothes off a black woman."

posted by Robert on Friday, February 06, 2004 | link


Thursday, February 05, 2004


From today's MEMRI:

Syrian President Bashar Al-Assad: 'Were There Not Forgiveness and Democracy in Syria, There Would be Harsher Measures Against the Opposition'

Syrian Minister Buthayna Sha'ban: 'There Is No Opposition'

posted by Robert on Thursday, February 05, 2004 | link


An anonymous comment in my blog below--okay, it was Lee Ann--suggested the word perpetrated better describes MTV's incursion into Super Bowl halftime (not exactly a desecration was it?) than my "penetrated." It may be, but, even better, why not simply coin a new word for what they accomplished: perpenetration. It keeps the perp where it belongs without jettisoning the infantile sex mime inherent in all these sorts of performances.

(Unless the performer is actually singing the words they're mouthing, then what we are "enjoying" on our little screens is actually mime, perhaps the most maligned of performance arts. I'm not a mime fan, but if there is one out there I'd like to know how you rate on a scale of one-to-ten Marcel Marceau, say, compared to J.J. and/or J.T.)

posted by Robert on Thursday, February 05, 2004 | link


Tuesday, February 03, 2004


J.J., J.T., and MTV penetrate CBS Super Bowl halftime: The metaphors still have me reeling. Consider television as the one-eyed oracle, consider the CBS logo as graphic expression of same, consider that Justin only revealed one of Janet’s dynamic globular duos. What does it mean? (I know I'm a little late in the game with this post, but I still can't get around the symbolism of it all.)

posted by Robert on Tuesday, February 03, 2004 | link


Monday, February 02, 2004

Republican Groundhog Day.

Today when Dick Cheney leaves his Undisclosed Location, if he sees his shadow, we’ll have 6 more weeks of primaries.

posted by Lee Ann on Monday, February 02, 2004 | link

Things I Have Learned From This Super Bowl.

1. Never trust the Patriots to win. Ever.

2. I am the only Patriots fan in existence with no Tom Brady gear. Zip. Zilch. Nada.

3. I am the only Patriots fan in the state of Alabama who wore her Bruschi jersey to work today.

You know, it’s not easy being a Patriots fan down here. Especially being a die-hard, from birth fan. Not that the Patsies have a legion of fair weather fans, but I was there from the womb. The Notorious G.U.P. used to have a Patriots bumper sticker on his truck. It was the old kind with Pat the Patriot minuteman in a three-point stance. People thought he was a Revolutionary war re-enactor, or maybe a Sons of the Revolution type. “No, no they’re a football team,” we cried. “What college,” they ask. “They’re not college, they’re pro!” sez we. Then the Patsies finally played a big team and got on the tube (note: in the days before satellite the networks showed only the Niners, Miami, or Cowboys and everyone else could see their team only when they played one of the specially-designated “big teams”). They lost, of course, because they sucked. What did we get? “That ain’t no pro team.” The past three years have been so sweet.

posted by Lee Ann on Monday, February 02, 2004 | link

Super Bowl Champion New England Patriots!

Finally, that most melodious of phrases can once again be uttered. What a game! What lousy reffing! After not calling a beautiful post-season, the refs decided that they wanted a piece of the Super Bowl action. And don’t whine to me about the Patsies getting away with penalties during the playoffs. Everyone got away with them. For once the refs were fair if only because they were silent. Not so in the Super Bowl. The refs interfered with the game and possibly influenced the outcome of the game for both teams. The Panthers got screwed on several calls.

Yet the refs were not as big a bad factor as Adam Vinatieri deciding that gainful employment is overrated. If you weren’t chanting “he’s so fired” all through the first half, you didn’t watch the game. He pushed a 31 yard chip shot right and had a 36 yarder blocked. Defense ruled the first half. The first quarter was dueling three and outs. The second was like that until the last 2 minutes or so when a Pop Warner game broke out. Score, score, score, score. Brady must have thought it was Saturday night at the watering hole. Who knew the Panthers had that much of passing game? The Cats were a heck of a lot better than I thought they were. The Notorious G.U.P. thought the game would be a blowout. I didn’t. I thought the Super Bowl Champion New England Patriots would win but I figured that Carolina had enough D to make it a real fight. Indeed they did. I was getting worried about even winning. Things got real stressful about half-time. Ah . . . half-time. you knew I'd get to half-time.

The half-time show was skanktabulous comedy punctuated by Kid Rock. The show was produced by MTV, which means cheesy and degraded in any venue. They tried to lull you into a false sense of musical security by starting with a marching band. Everybody loves a marching band. Then a trashy majorette who turned out to be Jessica Simpson jiggled and said something about “party.” Then Janet Jackson inflicted herself upon the arena. The stage was too industrial, too fakey “edge,” and too 80s. Janet amused herself and no one else by thrusting and slut-whispering in a leather bustier and a toilet paper bustle, which she kept tripping on. When a girl with a voice stops singing and starts slut-whispering, you know ye olde career has gone bye-bye. As I laughed my way through that one, the next act announced itself. P. Diddy, doing nothing to refute my long-standing belief that he is Liberace-esque in more than his wardrobe, lurched onto the scene, thumping his mighty chest to the down street sounds of Toni Basil’s Hey Micky. You know, the fat cheerleader song? Well, Diddy had thinner cheerleaders but they were skankier. I was guffawing and knee-slapping here when Nelly drives up in a tricked out Ferrari looking golf cart, lurched around barechested to his Hot in Here male-slut-whisperer hit. The skanky thin cheerleaders proceeded remove most of their tear-away costumes. At this point I am simultaneously busting a gut laughing and debating going back to grad school to write a Cultural Anthropology Master’s on sublimated homosexuality in Hip-Hop Culture. That’s when Kid Rock appears. He tosses off his fur to reveal a US-flag cum poncho outfit. I would get pissed about the improper use of our nation’s flag but I was still recovering from my bout of hysterics and Kid started to perform. Kid cleaned up two of his hits without making them sound like censor specials. It’s bad when Kid Rock is the appropriate one. He cut the really dirty parts, subbed some Hank Jr. lyrics, and then threw in some patriotic stuff. Brace yourself, he actually sang! No lip-synching. That brief interlude of sanity passed quickly as Janet returned in a weird leather bustier/samurai outfit. She thrusted and slut-whispered some more and then Justin Timberlake came out to warble with her. It looked like Ashton and Demi meets the Addams Family. All through their leer-a-thon, Justin kept going for hooter but veering off before making contact. Almost like he had something planned. Then at the end, the now infamous boob-baring took place. For an accidental “wardrobe malfunction” that leather cup removed very quickly and all in one piece. And for a woman who has “unintentionally” flashed the known universe, she made no move to cover nip. While I admit I never laughed so hard at a Super Bowl half-time show, I was more than ready for the game to start.

Oh, yes, the game. The third quarter was much like the first except the nonfunctional offenses were mostly passing not running. Things broke in the fourth with each team marching down the field and scoring at will. The Panthers maintained a steady, tough D for both the run and the pass. The Super Bowl Champion New England Patriots defense shut down the run but acted like they never heard of such a thing as a passing game. The Panthers’ Delhomme wields a mighty arm. He didn’t get to use it much this year but he let loose last night. The Patsies were unprepared. They played like they didn’t game plan a passing game and, worse, did not adjust for one at half-time. Their secondary could not contain the Panther’s very physical receivers and they gave up big plays. The Patsies did managed to slow the Cats down enough for Brady to put the Super Bowl Champion New England Patriots ahead by a touchdown. Then the Pats must have gone into the dreaded Prevent Defense because the Cats zipped down the field for a quick touchdown. The poor little kitties did leave just over a minute on the clock though. Bad idea. Brady marched the Pats down the field, picking apart the Panther defense like they were string cheese. Why he didn’t do that earlier is a question for the philosophers, especially the hung-over Monday morning kind. Okay, all together now, it was deja vu all over again. If I hear that phrase again I’m going to assassinate Yogi Berra. The Pats get the ball to the 41 yard line and Adam Vinatieri comes out to kick. Vinatieri is a clutch kicker. Lately, a clutch your chest and keel over from a heart attack kicker, but clutch none the less. Maybe he finally grasped the significance of the game. Maybe he knew Tedy Bruschi would eat his liver if he shanked this one. No matter, Mr. Clutch put it through the uprights. He Hate Me tried to make something happen on the kickoff return but it was over. The Patriots won.

You can read to your heart’s delight here.

posted by Lee Ann on Monday, February 02, 2004 | link


Sunday, February 01, 2004

Patriots Win!!!!!

The Patriots win it! The Patriots win it! Oh my God the Patriots win it! Yeeeeaaaargghhhh!!!!!

posted by Lee Ann on Sunday, February 01, 2004 | link


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