Hundreds turn out for a Tea Party, but the MSM can't be bothered covering it. Single digits turn out for a Cindy Sheehan protest, and every media outlet in the country shows up.
Most conservatives don't allow themselves the luxury of going to protests. They're too busy, you know, holding down jobs and keeping their families going. So, if you ask me, the Tea Parties take on extra significance for the current administration, to wit: You're pi$$ing off the wrong people.
"'In our country, we cannot accept that women be prisoners behind a screen, cut off from all social life, deprived of all identity,' Sarkozy said to extended applause at the Chateau of Versailles, southwest of Paris."
Well, it's happened ... my Maggie has graduated high school.
(Indulge this loving mom just a bit, won't you?)
She came into the world red-haired, but didn't stay so for long. Her hair turned butter-blond, and only darkened a bit as she grew into a Viking princess, totally unlike me.
She was bright and mischievous from the get-go. A favorite memory: Her older sister was standing in the hallway, holding a toy, momentarily lost in thought. Along comes 2-year-old Sis, having stalked her prey -- and, snatching the toy out of Dana's hand, races down the corridor, saying "Heh! Heh! Heh!" in a gravelly tone of triumph that sounds for all the world like a flasher who'd just scored a victim.
As she grew, she had her own way of looking at the world. As a Scorpio, she had lots of friends, but none ever knew the real "her." (Even I don't, though I know her better than anyone.) She was sickly, often, being prone to viruses, but she never let it slow her down.
Finally she became a young woman, beautiful inside as well as out. Oh, she has her faults; she tends to be impulsive, emotionally, but she's done mighty well getting that under control. As a beautiful creature, she runs the very real risk of thinking more of herself than she may, perhaps, deserve, having been complimented for so many things, not the least of which are her accomplishments, and the things she has done for others; but I trust her to know what's earned and what's not -- what are God-given blessings and what she has done on her very own. And I hope she will rejoice in both :)
It was a fun ceremony -- the kids smuggled in beach balls and balloons, against the rules, and they flew freely to much laughter, in spite of the risk of disrespect. Somehow, I couldn't mind that they had so much fun, even though -- perhaps because -- at my graduation, that would have been grounds practically for arrest :)
My only tears came watching my Maggie join the choir for the last time to sing the National Anthem. Along with her other talents, she sings like a nightingale, and she so loved being in the choir throughout high school. It was the last time she'd sing with them, and it filled my heart.
Maggsie, I'd try to find the words to tell you all I felt, and believe, but I'm not up to it. My heart overflowed when your sister graduated, and it did so all over again when you did. Different reasons, same feeling.
In spite of the times, you can look ahead with glad eyes, after all you've done. Proud? Small word for such a huge emotion. My maternal advice? Have FUN from now on, stepping from adventure to adventure, and keep the door open for GOOD things, expected or unexpected. Bad things happen, and they teach us a lot. But once we learn, the lesson is the only thing to keep. Only the good things are worth remembering.
Yes ... it sounds simple, but it's more profound than you know:
Comments pretty much shred her and her poisonous ideology. The trouble is, people are too complacent. Other stuff demands their attention, while under the radar, these "people" are eroding your future life.
(I pray this results in a wake-up. With every fiber of my being, as the saying goes. Of course, it involves actual action -- i.e., writing to members of Parliament, Stephen Harper, the Prime Minister, etc. I pray some of us aren't so lazy anymore. We shall see.)
The Walk-Man discovers, and points out that, that C.S. Lewis, who penned the "Chronicles of Narnia," was a Christian of the best order.
Lewis (whose original moniker, "Clive Staples," consigned him to ridicule -- thus was his nickname "Jack" ever after) -- had, as his idolater, John R.R. Tolkien. He GOT what Tolkien was after, with his Trilogy.
What Jack was after was children "getting" it ...
But more so, paring down the narrative to something even children could "get."
Granted, Tolkien's world requires meditation, and attention, that today's humans aren't willing to give.
More's the pity.
But Jack Lewis boiled it down to essentials, that we ALL can get.
She was exactly 80 years and 1 month old today when she passed away, with one hand in mine and the other in my sister Margot's. Daddy kissed her as her last breath whispered away. Sisters and brothers, granddaughters, a wonderful chaplain and a wonderful priest stood near and just loved her as the long fight ended.
There's so much I want to say ... how transformed she looked, literally 40 or 50 years younger ... how she transformed me, when I was a scared and hurt little girl.
Not much I can say can put the enormity into words that was the bravest, cleanest, lovingest beautiful woman who ever lived. Her name was Margaret, and everyone called her Peggy. When I named my Maggie after her, she shone like a star.
I know you're hearing this, Ma. Thank you for loving me. Please stay with me till it's my turn one day.
Playboy Inc. has gotten itself in a bit of a flap, while a lib blogger who tried to whitewash the piece gets a pile-on from commenters.
A couple of observations, here:
Who knew there was such a thing as "hate-f***ing?" Sounds an awful lot like "rape" to me. If it's truly consensual, as a few people assert, it's still pretty damned sick.
I hate the word "f***" anyway. I'm always deeply ashamed of myself when I use it. It's linguistically, morally and spiritually unclean. So is Playboy, for publishing such a vile piece. So is the journalist who was its apologist. (The link was published under Politico's "The Lighter Side of Politics" section!)
When did such a wonderful -- and spiritual -- act designed to bond men and women together in joy become reduced to such an ugly term?
Chip ... chip ... chip ... goes the steady erosion of all that's good and decent in the world.
One of the commenters points out that if it looks like a socialist, smells like a socialist, advocates government takeover of private business like a socialist, it probably is one. And several commenters advised Scheie to use the word bluntly, in context, and never mind kookdom.
Ann Althouse is guestblogging for Instapundit while he's on vacation, and she enabled comments!
(For anyone not familiar with Professor Glenn Reynolds, he's only the biggest blogger on the 'Net. Heretofore, he has not had comments on his site. So I, of course, had to chisel my "Eowyn wuz here" on the comment wall and make a bit of history!)