Santa Monica '72
Confounding the calumniators and apostates
Shatner and Nimoy are about to turn eighty.
According to the poll, 61% of Republicans are rooting for Obama's policies to fail. Not even conservatives (51%) or tea partiers (57%) are rooting as strongly for his failure. In contrast, 89% of Democrats and 59% of independents hope President Obama's policies succeed.
I have now read two installments of Beerbohm's And Even Now: Essays (1922), and if I may use a culturally alien metaphor, he has struck two rising line drives clean over the fence. The second, a review of letter-writing manuals, includes a few models, or samples, that Beerbohm feels have been omitted from the standard works. Such as...
Letter to Member of Parliament Unseated at General Election
Dear Mr. Pobsby-Burford,
Though I am myself an ardent Tory, I cannot but rejoice in the crushing defeat you have just suffered in West-Odgetown. There are moments when political conviction is overborne by personal sentiment; and this is one of them. Your loss of the seat that you held is the more striking by reason of the splendid manner in which the northern and eastern divisions of Odgetown have been wrestled from the Liberal Party. The great bulk of the newspaper-reading public will be puzzled by your extinction in the midst of our party’s triumph. But then, the great mass of the newspaper-reading public has not met you. I have. You will probably not remember me. You are the sort of man who would not remember anybody who might not be of some definite use to him. Such, at least, was one of the impressions you made on me when I met you last summer at a dinner given by our friends the Pelhams. Among the other things in you that struck me were the blatant pomposity of your manner, your appalling flow of cheap platitudes, and your hoggish lack of ideas. It is such men as you that lower the tone of public life. And I am sure that in writing to you thus I am but expressing what is felt, without distinction of party, by all who sat with you in the late Parliament.
The one person in whose behalf I regret your withdrawal into private life is your wife, whom I had the pleasure of taking in to the aforesaid dinner. It was evident to me that she was a woman whose spirit was well-nigh broken by her conjunction with you. Such remnants of cheerfulness as were in her I attributed to the Parliamentary duties which kept you out of her sight for so very many hours daily. I do not like to think of the fate to which the free and independent electors of West Odgetown have just condemned her. Only, remember this: chattel of yours though she is, and timid and humble, she despises you in her heart.
I am, dear Mr. Pobsby-Burford,
Yours very truly,
Enjoy the last year before the alien attack.
From Beerbohm's estimable A Christmas Garland (page images here, info here):
“You have to come in accepting that there will always be poor people in society and there will always be wealthy people in society, and neither of the two reached that status by their own efforts.”
Pat Robertson is talking sense...
Just when we had given up hope of finding another quonset hut on the Peninsula, we stumbled across no less than four, a short distance apart, just off Old County Road in San Carlos. Here they are:
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They are what we thought they were.
The more I think about it, the more it really bothers me.
... for a Letter of Marque?
The Seattle Seahaws. 6-8, with two losses in a row.
Boehner's tears aren't hard to read. After analyzing hundreds of psychological experiments and sociological studies of weeping, hundreds of accounts of crying in different cultures and different historical periods, thousands of tearful moments in film and fiction and art, I have come to see that, like the mother of the bride, many of us weep because we are overwhelmed by contradictions...
Bears to file grievance over having to play outside.
...as Milton Berle looks on. Song was #1 on December 7th, 1941...
Is this rookie being disrespectful?
I support our President, unequivocally.
"An acclaimed outdoorsman who wrote movingly about testing himself against nature is presumed dead after a crocodile snatched him from his kayak..."
Did God create the Labradoodle?
Alaska wildfires to trigger global warming catastrophe.
How dare poor people be poor! We should charge them for negligence for being hungry or something.
Overall, we in the West now live in an atmosphere of security hysteria and obsessive secrecy that would have filled our ancestors with horror.
This wonderful blog is co-authored by two attorneys who write about applying real-world law to comic books.
We're almost there.
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