Hail Mary, Full of Grace. The Lord is with thee. Blessed art thou among women, and blessed is the fruit of thy womb, Jesus. Holy Mary, Mother of God, pray for us sinners now, and at the hour of our death. Amen.
MASON K. writes:
Two Italian college students flew to Syria, against their parents’ wishes, and have now been captured by militant Islamists. I don’t like to contemplate what is happening to them now.
As gruesome as this is, I thought it fits your current theme of “summer victims” and your perennial theme of the Eloi tax.
By the way, I’m a first-time commenter, but I’ve been reading your blog, on and off, for some time. I am a relatively young man at 29, and I had never encountered any thoughtful conservative opinions until just a few years ago. (more…)
ONE gets the impression from the news that the homosexual agenda is approaching almost universal acceptance. At Tradition in Action, Stefano Gennarini writes:
The most powerful countries and institutions in the world promoting homosexual “rights” are finding resistance even where gay activists thought the battle had been won.
The goal of normalizing same-sex relations through legislation is hitting roadblocks in legislatures, courts, and among people around the globe. (more…)
GEORGE W. writes:
I am an avid reader of your blog. You have been influential in my evolving thoughts and opinions on society and its structure. Suffice it to say that I am a strong traditionalist and always have tended toward conservatism in political and life philosophy (not the degenerate “neo-con” variety that is practiced by so-called conservatives on the national level). In this, my interests have led me toward the application of judgment, based on traditionalist values, of personal human behavior. My interests are such because I have held grave self-doubts about my worth and value to society for some time now, and I would like your opinion from a traditionalist perspective on these matters, since I respect your insight greatly.
KIDIST PAULOS ASRAT recently wrote about the storied hotel in New York City.
SUNSHINE MARY writes:
Unfortunately, I have another addition from my home town to your Summer Victims post.
Scott Simerson, who was white, was beaten and kicked while watching some kids on a playground in Grand Rapids, Michigan in May. He was defenseless and police say the attack was unprovoked. He finally died from his injuries this past Sunday. Four black males allegedly ganged up on him. The two who are being charged in the crime are Robert Kelly and Donmard White.
THOMAS F. BERTONNEAU writes:
It is surprising that there are not more celebrity suicides. A celebrity is a human being commoditized, as the Marxists like to say, and thereby robbed of the self that he or she might develop in the course of life normally lived. At the beginning, the celebrity-to-be is probably pitiable because he or she is the victim of his or her agents, managers, publicity spokesmen, and so forth, whose collective design of marketing the person as though he or she were a product entails depriving that person of personhood. At some point, however, when the celebrity-to-be achieves actual celebrity and begins to identify with dehumanized object-of-celebration, he or she becomes culpable in the charade and loses the privilege of being pitied. Commercial culture creates narcissists, many of whom are destructive narcissists, dangerous not only to themselves but to those near to them.
The narcissist is interesting to other people because he or she, showered constantly with orchestrated adulation, appears to the narcissist in everyone to validate narcissism. But the narcissist is a hollow person, a being of demonic emptiness, which cannot exist except by a constant infusion of one-way admiration.
Robin Williams always struck me as the epitome of the mass-entertainment celebrity-narcissist. His early nightclub and late-night television standup routines were addressed to the “hip” audiences, overwhelmingly young, of the 1970s and 80s, whom they impressed as “edgy’ because they were so frantic, incoherent, and seemingly cocaine-driven. According to the rumors, they often were cocaine-driven.
YOU can see Dorian Johnson’s description of the Michael Brown shooting here. In my opinion, he appears to be telling the truth.
THERE must be few fates worse than being a movie star today. Think of having to spend your life in that galaxy of black holes and bright, shining anti-stars. Think of that world of brutal competition and expensive divorce, that vast field of stumbling alcoholics, suicides, and drug addicts with their fitness trainers, oceanfront palaces and the latest in cosmetic dentistry. The average movie star spends thousands of hours in the dentist's chair, millions of hours on the treadmill, trillions of hours lifting weights. Whenever I see celebrities on the red carpet at awards ceremonies, like Greek gods lining up for deadly sport, I think of all the dull hours these semi-divines had to spend looking at themselves in the mirror or getting fitted for their costly shreds of clothing. All for the sake of movies that involve real artistry and technical virtuosity but are more often than not still bad movies. Talk about selling your soul. There is no rehab center that can keep these gods from weeping.
JONATHAN CAPEHART, of the Washington Post, says that he might someday be killed by a policeman too. He writes:
When you’re black and especially male — in the United States — you have to go to these seemingly overboard, extra lengths in the off-chance they might save your life. But none of those things would have helped me if I were in the shoes of Michael Brown or Renisha McBride or Trayvon Martin. We don’t know yet if Brown was asked for identification, but we know the other two weren’t. Perhaps their assailants saw all they needed to know.
What frightens me more than anything in the world is that the chances are very high that one day I might be in their shoes and might meet their tragic end. The so-called victims of the nonexistent “war on whites” have absolutely NO idea what living under that kind of siege, that kind of very real threat, is like.
Statistically, I believe it is much more likely that Mr. Capehart will be killed by a black mugger. Most of those protesting the shooting face a much greater likelihood of being killed by their neighbors or friends.
LYDIA SHERMAN writes at Home Living:
In this day of the “social gospel,” the common courtesy of a handshake has fallen by the wayside. Everyone must be exhuberantly hugging, instead. Will the handshake ever be recovered? There was a time when a handshake was the sharing of something great and a high honor. Today it seems to be considered too trivial, but how did the historical and dignified handshake ever become not good enough?
RESIDENTS of Ferguson, Missouri, near St. Louis, held vigils and protests Sunday in response to the fatal police shooting of an unarmed black teenager, Michael Brown, 18. Word of the shooting quickly spread on Saturday via text-messaging. Rioting also broke out yesterday. Stores were looted, one was set on fire and bullets were fired at a police helicopter. According to police accounts, Brown was shot after he and a friend had a physical confrontation with a police officer in which Brown attempted to take the officer’s gun. Brown had recently graduated from high school and was planning to attend college in a few days. Benjamin Crump, the lawyer who represented Trayvon Martin’s family, has been retained by Brown’s family.
The St. Louis Post Dispatch reports:
A Post-Dispatch photographer on the scene moments earlier saw broken glass and people rushing into the store, with someone yelling, “Everything’s free at the QuikTrip!” (more…)
WHITE students will be a minority of U.S. public school children for the first time this fall.
HEATHER S. writes:
I have been reading and enjoying your blog for some time, but have never commented. However, this topic strikes so close to home.
I’m not surprised to learn that one in four women may be on mood-stabilizing drugs. I attended a large university and majored in engineering, because I had a small talent for math and science, and because my parents and teachers, and whole culture, find it so impressive when women enter traditionally masculine fields.
It broke me.
Desperate for an outlet of some sort, I joined an engineering sorority. There were about 30 members, and I learned that three of us had had to spend weeks at a time in psychiatric wards. That’s ten percent of the female engineering students I knew. Ten percent locked away, too depressed and anxious to function, kept on suicide watch, because they were women trying to live and think and act as men. (more…)