Philippians 4:8, "Finally, brethren, whatever things are true, whatever things are noble, whatever things are just, whatever things are pure, whatever things are lovely, whatever things are of good report, if there is any virtue and if there is anything praiseworthy—meditate on these things."

Friday, April 16, 2004

Here's the thing: it was a bad career move in the first place. Fox News Report

AIDS is a disease whose victims are very often involved in immorality. Even so, it has profoundly affected health care costs, even for those who are incredibly unlikely to contract the disease. Is it divine discipline? No brainer.

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The Private of the Buffs

Sir Francis Hastings Doyle

LAST night, among his fellow roughs,
He jested, quaff’d, and swore:
A drunken private of the Buffs,
Who never look’d before.
To-day, beneath the foeman’s frown, 5
He stands in Elgin’s place,
Ambassador from Britain’s crown,
And type of all her race.

Poor, reckless, rude, lowborn, untaught,
Bewilder’d, and alone, 10
A heart, with English instinct fraught,
He yet can call his own.
Ay, tear his body limb from limb,
Bring cord, or axe, or flame:
He only knows, that not through him 15
Shall England come to shame.

Far Kentish hop-fields round him seem’d,
Like dreams, to come and go;
Bright leagues of cherry-blossom gleam’d,
One sheet of living snow; 20
The smoke, above his father’s door,
In gray soft eddyings hung:
Must he then watch it rise no more,
Doom’d by himself, so young?

Yes, honor calls!—with strength like steel 25
He put the vision by.
Let dusky Indians whine and kneel;
An English lad must die.
And thus, with eyes that would not shrink,
With knee to man unbent, 30
Unfaltering on its dreadful brink,
To his red grave he went.

Vain, mightiest fleets, of iron fram’d;
Vain, those all-shattering guns;
Unless proud England keep, untam’d, 35
The strong heart of her sons.
So, let his name through Europe ring—
A man of mean estate,
Who died, as firm as Sparta’s king,
Because his soul was great. 40

Tuesday, April 13, 2004

Ten second book review: Ian McEwan's Atonement. This is a book written with genuine skill and enormous talent. The pictures painted and the characters drawn leap to life in rare form. However, I have two complaints: one is that McEwan cheats with his ending, and second, that ending is essentially godless. I enjoyed the writing; I didn't enjoy the ending, which is such a fantastic gimmick I am sure it is the reason for the popularity of the novel. It is also the reason that it is utterly godless. I understand that McEwan is an atheist; no surprise there. I think he's angling for a movie treatment, and I expect it to occur in the next couple of years. I can only sigh and think of what might have been, had there been my God in that universe.

Monday, April 12, 2004

Some intelligent commentary from the UK: Barbara Amiel

Another radical muslim uprising put down. Hundreds Fallujah's extremists died because they stupidly underestimated our president's willingness to let our Marines fight, and the remarkable combat efficiency of the Marine Corps infantrymen. Evidently the geniuses in Fallujah haven't read their history. Hundreds of them are now conversing in torments with the Japs from Iwo Jima and the Huns from Belleau Wood, among tens of thousands of others who had to learn the hard way.

But we live in dangerous times, when millions of Americans would throw away the amazing gains made in the War on , and go the way of Spain. It is not that Iraq is another Vietnam at all, but liberals so long for it be just that - a return to the halcyon surrendering and betraying days of their youth, when they managed to defeat from the jaws of victory and betray the s of 57,000 Americans, and countless Southeast Asians. On whose hands is the of the fields of Cambodia?

May it never be in Iraq.