Coming Up From Under My Rock

Friday, September 17th, 2010

I’ve come up from under my rock to check things out for a moment before squirming back under. That’s where I work.

But what’s up in the open air? Saw a commercial for a company that can’t hire a song writer and so it steals Harry Warren’s That’s Amore’. And there’s something called the Values Voters Summit but no one invited me. It’s a wonderful of example of argument by name or title. The Values Voters Summit. It’s a Summit, a Summit for Values Voters. I took a look and listened to some things I don’t think the speakers really believe. It’s an interesting thing to hear speaker after speaker speak their mind. It’s illuminating. Especially as we head into the deeps of Sir Gawain, where I’d much rather stay.

What was it that Twain wrote:

Satan was accustomed to say that our race lived a life of continuous and uninterrupted self-deception. It duped itself from cradle to grave with shams and delusions which it mistook for realities, and this made its entire life a sham. Of the score of fine qualities which it imagined it had and was vain of, it really possessed hardly one. It regarded itself as gold, and was only brass.

and

For your race, in its poverty, has unquestionably one really effective weapon – laughter. Power, money, persuasion, supplication,
persecution – these can lift at a colossal humbug – push it a little –
weaken it a little, century by century; but only laughter can blow it to
rags and atoms at a blast.

And so back under the rock I go.


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