And that is all.

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Friday, December 30, 2011

All Or Nothing

Love the Lord
your GOD
with all your heart
and with all your soul
and with all your mind.
~ Matthew 22


Thursday, December 29, 2011

The Inner Light

He reveals the deep things of darkness
and brings utter darkness into the light.
~ Job 12

Wednesday, December 28, 2011

White Christmas

Come now,
let us settle the matter,
says the LORD.
Though your sins
are like scarlet,
they shall be
as white as snow;
though they are
red as crimson,
they shall be
like wool.
~ Isaiah 1


Tuesday, December 27, 2011

Oh Tannenbaum!

The LORD GOD
made all kinds of trees
grow out of the ground...
trees that were pleasing to the eye
and good for food.
In the middle of the garden
were the tree of life
and the tree of the knowledge
of good and evil.
~ Genesis 2

Sunday, December 25, 2011

Happy Christmas

The people of
Judah and Israel
were as numerous
as the sand on the seashore;
they ate, they drank...
and they were happy.
~ 1 Kings 4


Thursday, December 22, 2011

Tuesday, December 20, 2011

Balls!

You hypocrites!
Isaiah was right when
he prophesied about you!
~ Matthew 15

The Lord says:
“These people
come near to me
with their mouth
and honor me
with their lips,
but their hearts
are far from me.
Their worship of me
is based on merely human rules
they have been taught.
~ Isaiah 29

“All this I will give you,” he said,
“if you will bow down and worship me.”
~ Matthew 4


FIGHT DA POWA!

Monday, December 19, 2011

A Christmas Gift For You

A Christmas Gift For You
Phil Spector's Christmas Album







Starring:
Darlene Love
Bob E. Soxx & the Blue Jeans
The Crystals
The Ronettes

Personnel:
Jack Nitzsche – arrangements, percussion
Louis Blackburn – horns
Hal Blaine - drums
Sonny Bono - percussion
Leon Russell - piano
Roy Caton - trumpet
Steve Douglas - saxophone
Frank Capp - percussion
Barney Kessel - guitar
Jay Migliori - saxophone
Bill Pitman - guitar
Ray Pohlman - bass
Irv Rubins - guitar
Tommy Tedesco - guitar
Nino Tempo - guitar
Johnny Vidor - strings
Larry Levine - engineer

“Where is the one
who has been born king of the Jews?
We saw his star when it rose
and have come to worship him.”
~ Matthew 2

Sunday, December 18, 2011

Friday, December 16, 2011

Nature Boy

Pharaoh asked the brothers,
“What is your occupation?”
“Your servants are shepherds,”
they replied to Pharaoh,
“just as our fathers were.”
~ Genesis 47
















RIP Hitch: "You surrender in your own name. Leave me out of it. "


CHRISTOPHER HITCHENS 1949 - 2011

If you want to avoid upsetting these people, you have to let Indonesia commit genocide in East Timor, otherwise they’ll be upset with you. You’ll have made an enemy. If you tell them they can’t throw acid in the faces of unveiled women in Karachi, they will be annoyed with you. If you say we insist, we think cartoonists in Copenhagen can print satire on the Prophet Mohammad, you’ve just made an enemy. You’ve brought it on. You’re encouraging it to happen.

So unless you are willing to commit suicide for yourself and for this culture, get used to the compromises you will have to make and the eventual capitulation that will come to you. But bloody well don’t do that in my name because I’m not doing it. You surrender in your own name. Leave me out of it.

I am going to fight these people and every other theocrat ALL … THE … WAY. All the way. For free expression, for women’s rights, for self-determination of small peoples, for the right of Iraqis to federate and have their own show, for the right of the Lebanese to not be bullied by Hezbollah and to have a multi-cultural democracy.

Yes, I’ll fight for this and I think the 82nd Airborne is brave to be fighting for it too. I think you should be ashamed for sneering at people who guard you while you sleep. Thanks.



...on the left's hypocrisy
Sneaking Into Iraq With Hitchens
And smuggling in booze, too.
To say literature mattered to him would be like saying he greatly enjoyed inhaling and exhaling. It was necessity, not luxury – a refuge and a brace against randomness and Bastards HQ. So with the void he’s thoughtlessly left, I’m reminded of a few more lines, ones Christopher sent me just a short time after our travels together when his friend and editor, the Atlantic’s Michael Kelly, died near Baghdad. They’re from his beloved First World War poet, Wilfred Owen, and Hitchens would probably shudder with horror and humility that I’d dare apply them to this occasion. But if he can witness my crime from beyond, then he has a lot of explaining to do. And so I expect there’ll be silence on his end, sadly:

What candles may be held to speed them all?
Not in the hands of boys but in their eyes
Shall shine the holy glimmers of goodbyes.
The pallor of girls’ brows shall be their pall;
Their flowers the tenderness of patient minds,
And each slow dusk, a drawing-down of blinds.
"I became a journalist partly so that I wouldn't ever have to rely on the press for my information."

"Mearsheimer and Walt belong to that vapid school that essentially wishes that the war with jihadism had never started," he wrote in 2006 of the essay that was the basis for the book. "Their wish is father to the thought that there must be some way, short of a fight, to get around this confrontation. Wishfulness has led them to seriously mischaracterize the origins of the problem and to produce an article that is redeemed from complete dullness and mediocrity only by being slightly but unmistakably smelly."

Hitchens was 38 when his maternal grandmother revealed to his younger brother Peter that she was Jewish.
He told The Observer in 2002 that the revelation "thrilled" him -- living in Washington, he had acquired a passel of Jewish friends. Moreover, he had had a dream of being on the deck of a ship and being asked to join a minyan.

Despite his rejection of religious precepts, Hitchens would make a point of telling interviewers that according to halacha, he was Jewish.



A friend of theirs once took Christopher Hitchens and his wife Carol Blue to dinner at Palm Beach’s Everglades Club, notorious for its exclusion of Jews.
“You will behave, won’t you?” Carol anxiously asked Christopher on the way into the club. No dice. When the headwaiter approached, Christopher demanded: “Do you have a kosher menu?”

Perhaps his formal moment of departure from the political left came when he was summoned to answer for his deviations before the editors of The Nation in 2002. He rode the train up from Washington, sat at the long conference room table to await the interrogation – and lit up a cigarette in defiance of all no-smoking ordinances. What was there to be said after that?

If Christopher quit the left, however, he never joined the right. Like his great hero George Orwell, he was a man whose most creative period of life was a period of constantly falling between two stools: his new hatred for George Galloway never dimmed his old animosity toward Henry Kissinger. He was for the Iraq war without ever much trusting or liking the leaders who led that war. The stock phrase of the 2000s on the right was “moral clarity.” If moral clarity means hating cruelty and oppression, then Christopher Hitchens was above all things a man of moral clarity. But he was also a man of moral complexity, who would not submit to Lenin’s demand that who says A must say B. Christopher was never more himself than when – after saying A – he adamantly refused to say B.
Q&A Special: Christopher Hitchens, 1949-2011
The great and now late polemicist riffs on life, literature, music and politics with characteristic élan
:
  • "I don’t envy or much respect people who are completely politicised. Nor do I think much of those who think that literature is a thing only of itself.."



I never knew him to take his time, squander words to be merely decorous. He loved or loathed immediately, and he did both as voraciously as he smoked, spoke and drank.

Roya Hakakian is a Iranian-American journalist, poet and author of the memoir Journey From the Land of No: A Girlhood Caught in Revolutionary Iran. Her most recent book is Assassins of the Turquoise Palace.

Reactions to the death of author and pundit Christopher Hitchens:
— "Christopher Hitchens was a complete one-off, an amazing mixture of writer, journalist, polemicist, and unique character. "He was fearless in the pursuit of truth and any cause in which he believed. And there was no belief he held, that he did not advocate with passion, commitment and brilliance. He was an extraordinary, compelling and colorful human being whom it was a privilege to know."
— former British Prime Minister Tony Blair.

— "Christopher Hitchens was everything a great essayist should be: infuriating, brilliant, highly provocative and yet intensely serious. "I worked as an intern for him years ago. My job was to fact check his articles. Since he had a photographic memory and an encyclopedic mind it was the easiest job I've ever done."
— Britain's Deputy Prime Minister Nick Clegg.

— "Goodbye, my beloved friend. A great voice falls silent. A great heart stops. Christopher Hitchens, April 13, 1949-December 15, 2011."
— author Salman Rushdie in a post on his Twitter page.

— "I think he was one of the greatest orators of all time. He was a polymath, a wit, immensely knowledgeable, and a valiant fighter against all tyrants including imaginary supernatural ones." — British author and professor Richard Dawkins.

— "Christopher just swam against every tide. He was supporting the Polish and Czech resistance in the 1970s. He supported Mrs. Thatcher because he thought getting rid of the Argentinian fascist junta was a good idea. ... He was a cross between Voltaire and Orwell. "He would drink a bottle of whisky when I would manage two glasses of wine and then be up in the morning writing 1,000 perfect words. He could throw words up into the sky and they fell down in a marvelous pattern." — British lawmaker Denis Macshane told BBC radio.

— "There will never be another like Christopher. A man of ferocious intellect, who was as vibrant on the page as he was at the bar." — Vanity Fair editor Graydon Carter.

— "Right at the very end, when he was at his most feeble as this cancer began to overwhelm him, he insisted on a desk by the window away from his bed at the ICU. It took myself and his son to get him into that chair with a pole and eight lines going into his body, and there he was, a man with only a few days to live, turning out 3,000 words to meet a deadline. And then finishing it and thinking, well maybe I've got an hour or two, I'll write something on Memorial Day in English poetry." — Novelist Ian McEwan told BBC.




"We have a show-biz media that has lost its critical faculties and has such contempt for you," he says. "One of my largest jobs is to get you to think of them as they think of you -- as contemptible, as disposable."
Hitchens shows up early (we're a short walk from his house), smoking and wearing his leather bomber jacket even though it's utterly unfit for the cold weather. (I think this is the jacket he's wearing in a photo taken during the American liberation of Iraq, when he passed out cigarettes to the newly un-Baath'd Iraqis.) Hitchens keynotes the event by singing Tom Lehrer's "Christmas Carol" a cappella.


Why Hitchens Became an American
Molti nemici, molto onore was the old Fascist slogan—many enemies, much honor. Christopher upset some people for bad reasons—others for good. I remember that Michael Foot, the Labour Party leader and veteran representative of what would come to be dismissed as the Old Left, Old Labour, quivering with fury when Christopher’s name came up in an otherwise friendly, private conversation.




If God doesn’t strike him first, 58-year-old Christopher Hitchens may be doomed by his cherished vices. In “On the Limits of Self-Improvement, Part I,” the smoke-wreathed, scotch-fueled author writes about taking his first step on the road to rehabilitation, at a high-end spa. Here, an extended look at this unlikely makeover. Related: On the Limits of Self-Improvement, Part II,” and “On the Limits of Self-Improvement, Part III.”



GOD BLESS CHRISTOPHER HITCHENS


Peter Hitchens’ Eulogy

Thursday, December 15, 2011

Wednesday, December 14, 2011

Tuesday, December 13, 2011

A Man Needs A Maid

He came to Simon Peter,
who said to him,
“Lord, are you going to wash my feet?”
Jesus replied,
“You do not realize now what I am doing,
but later you will understand.”
“No,” said Peter,
“you shall never wash my feet.”
Jesus answered,
“Unless I wash you,
you have no part with me.”
“Then, Lord,”
Simon Peter replied,
“not just my feet
but my hands
and my head as well!”
~ John 13


Monday, December 12, 2011

Sunday, December 11, 2011

Politicians In My Eyes

Son of man,
set your face against
Pharaoh
king of Egypt
and prophesy against him
and against all Egypt.
~ Ezekiel 29

Saturday, December 10, 2011

Watching The Wheels

Photograph by Komrade Hayseed,
Glorious Leader of Jim Beam Brigade


Each appeared to be made like
a wheel intersecting a wheel.
~ Ezekiel 1

Friday, December 9, 2011

Thursday, December 8, 2011

iDecry

Record my misery;
list my tears on your scroll...
are they not in your record?
~ Psalm 56



I'm watching the world go round
I'm watching the world's end
and I could get lonely
if this is a lie she said
this is the end
fall on tears
all my friends...

Tuesday, December 6, 2011

Express Yourself

Elijah went before the people
and he said:

“How long will you waver
between two opinions?
If the LORD is GOD, follow him;
but if Baal is God, follow him.”

But the people said nothing.
~ 1 Kings 18


Jesus

He gave his people over to the sword;
he was furious with his inheritance.
~ Psalm 78


Sunday, December 4, 2011

No Face, No Name, No Number

“Pardon me, my lord,”
Gideon replied,
“but how can I save Israel?
My clan is the weakest in Manasseh,
and I am the least in my family.”
~ Judges 6

Saturday, December 3, 2011

I Will Wait For You

If someone dies,
will they live again?
All the days of my hard service
I will wait for my renewal to come.
~ Job 14



I will wait for the LORD,
who is hiding his face
from the descendants of Jacob.
I will put my trust in him.
~ Isaiah 8



I will wait
at the fords
in the wilderness
until word
comes from you
to inform me
...
~ 2 Samuel 15



How long must your servant wait?
~ Psalm 119



I wait for the LORD,
my whole being waits,
and in his word
I put my hope.

~ Psalm 130

Thursday, December 1, 2011

Marxists

Freely you have received; freely give.
~ Matthew 10



The people rejoiced
at the willing response
of their leaders,
for they had given freely
and wholeheartedly
to the LORD.
~ 1 Chronicles 29



Ephraim boasts,
“I am very rich;
I have become wealthy.
With all my wealth
they will not find in me
any iniquity or sin.”

~ Hosea 12