tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21982944678384837682024-03-05T04:47:17.019-08:00veritas et caritasWilliam Stevensonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14546370309923373813noreply@blogger.comBlogger764125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2198294467838483768.post-75844765509660316512021-07-27T10:10:00.002-07:002021-07-27T10:10:22.047-07:00The Tridentine Tradition a Threat?It is an odd twist in the Church's Hierarchy which sees the Tridentine tradition as a threat whereas the bishops and priests in Germany that push the licentious lure of the current culture are not only left unreprimanded, but even congratulated and encouraged. This would be quite discouraging if Our Lord had not already forecast that there would come a time when the days would be shortened for the sake of the remaining Faithful. There was also that thing he said about wolves in sheep's clothing. May our true shepherds have Christ's courage to use their crooks to ward off the wolves and safeguard the few remaining remnants of the flock.William Stevensonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14546370309923373813noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2198294467838483768.post-31060200564178051142021-07-13T10:41:00.004-07:002021-07-13T10:48:10.705-07:00Global Warming?I must say that I've been hoping for Global Warming to really kick in and it seems to be leaving New England alone. I don't remember July having overcoat weather. All I can say is I'm glad I haven't put my snorkel jacket in the attic. It has come in handy along with Shetland wool sweaters, long johns, and overcoats. I don't believe the temperature has invaded even the 70's during this July. 67 degrees Fahrenheit seems to be the average thus far. Not exactly heat exhaustion weather. And the monsoons are certainly not encouraging sun bathing either. Instead people are huddling under umbrellas and popping vita pills to keep vitamin d deficiency away. The burdened cloud bladders emptying will be the real cause, I suspect, of the rising ocean rather than the melting of ice caps. And I have to wonder why those high profile politicians that bought real estate right on the water at Martha's Vineyard still don't seem concerned enough to put their mansions on the market. You would think they couldn't unload their oceanfront property quick enough. I would think the current meterology of monsoon would at least have them planting rice and bamboo (if there can be found Siberian varieties resistant to cold). Nonetheless I am having my doubts now about the global fever where in New England at least it isn't the symptom of warming we are exhibiting but the symptoms associated with acute hypothermia. William Stevensonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14546370309923373813noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2198294467838483768.post-41181527236137659002021-06-27T11:03:00.002-07:002021-06-27T11:03:11.153-07:00PropagandaPropaganda. The power of propaganda is that people don't realize it when under its spell. We seem today to have all kinds of it being politically promoted as truth in our places of 'learning' all the way from day care to the doctoral programs in university. How can we be sure we are not twisted by such 'truth' and under the enchantment of euphemisms? The socialist regimes were (and are) very successful at engineering the ethics and thought of the masses. Might one way to break the spell be to compare it to what past generations had thought? What the ancients have thought? What your great Uncle Percy had held in his strict Presbyterianism or your great grandmother believed in her Polish Catholicism? Yes, our ancestors weren't infallible. But shouldn't the voices of the dead be reckoned in our own minds? And shouldn't the antidote of faith be applied to the virus of fashion lest our consciences be formed to the insanity of the propandized present?William Stevensonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14546370309923373813noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2198294467838483768.post-14116531443039645752021-05-23T09:19:00.003-07:002021-05-23T09:19:55.346-07:00Orwellian TrajectoryHave we actually come this far on the Orwellian trajectory to totalitarian thought? Check out this story of an NYU professor who is being prosecuted for his course seeking to intellectually arm his students against propaganda. Have we suddenly exchanged places with the Soviet Union? Has the CIA become the KGB? William Stevensonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14546370309923373813noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2198294467838483768.post-85308874221547683172021-05-23T09:18:00.004-07:002021-05-23T09:18:40.215-07:00The Beauty of White GraniteAcross the street from me they are putting in a granite stone front to their house. The beauty of the white stone as it is being set side by side in level rows is something that impressed me with the thankful thought that we have such beauty, even in white rock. Not only is there beauty in this world but there is the fact that we can recognize this beauty. Isn't that something to be thankful for? And who can we thank in a world where the Artist has been exiled? Shall we not invite him back?William Stevensonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14546370309923373813noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2198294467838483768.post-78839159315199566602021-05-18T10:39:00.002-07:002021-05-18T10:39:23.812-07:00Comment on C.S.Lewis Quote on Reality"We have to take reality as it comes to us: there is no good jabbering about what it ought to be like or what we should have expected it to be like."
C.S. Lewis, Mere Christianity
This seems to say it so well (leave it to Lewis) particularly in the context of today's culture. It does seem like reality is taking a backseat to anarchic ideologies. May we one day have the collective courage to be the boy in "The Emperor's New Clothes" who is brave enough to proclaim contra to the popular opinion of the settled science of the day that indeed the emperor has been fooled and his entire kingdom has been bullied into the deception by the deceiving taylors.William Stevensonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14546370309923373813noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2198294467838483768.post-28745886893680977962021-04-11T10:05:00.003-07:002021-04-11T10:05:55.680-07:00The House on the Right of WayThere is a house on the right-of way called the Alley Steps and it is a house that is unpainted, there's a hole in the roof where a raccoon lives, and if you were a kid when kids actually read Edgar Allen Poe and believed in ghosts this would be the house they would believe was haunted. It is the kind of house that if you were Scout Finch you would expect Boo Radley to be peering out of the curtainless bedroom window at you, it would be the house that you would expect to be full of voodoo and sceances and you might expect bats to be hanging upside down in the haunted hallway. But the yard is another matter. The yard is aburst with scilla blue, a carpet of color that astonishes, that seems as though the artist spilled all his cobalt blue paints on the ground. Dandelions also bless the yard with their yellow. The person that lives in this House of Usher might just have their priorities right I expect. It certainly makes one mindful of an artist that spends his extravagant pallette upon even the most humble, albeit haunted place. Perhaps it is indeed a ghost that lives there; and if a ghost, I suspect it might be a ghost who was the teacher of the impressionistic truth in a Claude Monet.
William Stevensonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14546370309923373813noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2198294467838483768.post-50343913167901550722021-03-23T10:53:00.002-07:002021-03-23T10:53:19.684-07:00The SunC.S. Lewis once said that he believes in God as he believes in the sun for by it he is able to see everything else. All I would add to his insightful apologetic is not only is it by the sun that we see everything, but we see everything in its most scintallating splendor. In these few days of the beginning of spring this strengthening sun lightens the scilla and snowdrops and crocus and jasmine. And in the birds: the lightening highlights cardinals in their radiant red, blue jays gone from their winter gray to brilliant blue. And of course the question arises: is the sun originator of itself? Or could there possibly be someone other that lights that candle to which we should give thanks?William Stevensonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14546370309923373813noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2198294467838483768.post-56239415343760595842021-03-14T09:42:00.003-07:002021-03-14T09:42:27.116-07:00The Single Celled AnimalsI've been reading about protozoa, the single-celled animals that occupy nearly every habitat on earth. The book, The Parade of Animals, was my mother's from high school and all the photographs are in black and white but the descriptions of the coloration and form of these single cells of life give you a sense that nothing was too small for the aesthetic sense of an artist that must indeed have a fine palette of pigments and an amazing comprehension that nothing can be too small for such delicate sculpture that Michelangelo would have to gaze at as the miraculous in miniature.William Stevensonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14546370309923373813noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2198294467838483768.post-91324962452547215982021-03-07T10:23:00.004-08:002021-03-14T09:18:39.444-07:00Mail In Voter Suppression?Just had to turn off WGBH, Boston's classical music radio station. It's "public service" announcement presented the idea ("idea" is perhaps giving too much credit to the announcement) that mail in voting was now necessary so as not to suppress the black vote. Really? That it was racist (isn't this charge getting to be somewhat like the inflated Deutch mark where a wheelbarrow of them could not even buy a loaf of bread back in the day?) to try and curtail the millions of mail in ballots. Isn't this in a wierd way just the reverse? The radio's charge of racism reveals the Left's actual characterization of the African American as one so intimidated by all those white supremecists out there that he will stay home and not venture out in systemically racist America on election day. Am I made to believe the black person is really afraid to go to the voting booth? Doesn't one then have to ask why are the Norwegians and Chinese and Italians not affected by this great fear? And if intimidated to go to the voting booth why would anyone think there was less intimidation in going to the Post Office or the Mail Box? Something tells me that this is not the case but another agenda is involved...something like helping future elections along in a certain trajectory to the liking of the powers that be. I don't for one minute believe any blacks are cowering in their homes in fear of venturing out to the voting booth; just as I don't for one minute feel that Dr. Seuss offends the average black person in the pew. Just as I believe the books that will be the new replacement curriculum of the Teacher's Union--- "boys will be girls and girls will be boys" ---will be a suitable improvement in our Kindergartens. This instead should raise our eyebrows and perhaps inspire such zeal as to turn over a moneylender table or two..William Stevensonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14546370309923373813noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2198294467838483768.post-37780657435372561712021-02-23T11:26:00.000-08:002021-02-23T11:26:06.476-08:00Something to be said for MasksSomething to be said for masks. I'm departing from my usual 'let your mouth be maskless and free'. Let it enjoy the liberty of fresh air. Let in the liberty of unadultered oxygen. Allow the escaping carbon dioxide out unhindered. The trees and other photosynthetic organisms that are dependant on carbon dioxide will be grateful. But alas, I am coming around to the Faucian faith. Perhaps I am not as Covid-orthodox as I could be but I at least see a couple of advantages of the masked society. One is purely a selfish reason but it alleviates great anxiety. This newfound happiness is that I will not now have to worry about my coffee stained teeth and spend all kinds of limited income on teeth whitening products. This is a wonderful freedom! Secondly the savings on shaving soap is quite a nice addition to my purchasing power! The beard can grow to be a jungle without any fear of a renegade barber chasing me down with a set of clear-cutting clippers. Another reason is that our smiles or frowns will be liberated to exist without revelation. What a newfound freedom of the mouth to behave without any judgment from others! I am also quite relieved to hear that should even the entire world be vaccinated there will be no loss of mask required zones. I happily suspect that the Facian faith will so thoroughly convert us that we will be rather delighted with our distancing. Perhaps our newly evangelized souls will be covered also that even our souls may not contaminate. Yes, I must say that for all these reasons I have come around to the settled medicine's logic. Of course as I write this I have a number of bandanas over my face. I do so just so as not to expose any on the internet to be in danger. After all we all know that computers are human enough to also be communicable with viruses. William Stevensonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14546370309923373813noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2198294467838483768.post-4896647952846422802021-02-21T10:22:00.003-08:002021-02-23T10:34:46.237-08:00The Covid Crisis and Open BoardersSometimes I wonder how serious can we be about masks and "social" distancing and the whole Covid crisis if we not only have, but even encourage, caravans of possible Covid carriers to come across our cheesecloth borders freely. The idea of wanting to prohibit actual citizens from coming from the open state of Florida into the lock down states and yet throwing the gates open on the southern boarder to non-citizens seems to me a bit odd and plants the suspicion that our overseers pushing this pandemic really don't believe in it as they wish us to believe. I can't help but wonder how a travel ban from Florida and a travel pass from Central America and the Islamic terrorist hot spots is consistant? Am I just hopelessly not correctly formed by my neighbors' compassionate heart emo lawn signs? Too much influenced by science deniers? Not adequately tuning into settled science informants? And lastly not taking the most virtuous example of Dr. Jill Biden's use of Unity Hearts decorating the White House Lawn? These must be the reasons I am so flumoxed about the new found Faucian faith.William Stevensonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14546370309923373813noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2198294467838483768.post-88487951299322357742021-01-26T11:12:00.003-08:002021-02-23T10:30:13.694-08:00BriskBrisk. Comes from the French, brusque. Sunday morning bike ride to Beverly was brisk. If I wish to use an adverb 'brutal' might be a good one. Brutally brisk. The temperature was low enough to make the thermometer's mercury even shiver. But it was the wind that brought out the briskness to its fullest expression. I think I was especially apprized of 'brisk' when I got to the Beverly Bridge and the wind kept any pedaling out of the question. Even the hat must be removed. For this reason: the wind was wicked enough to snatch a hat off the head and deposit it into the Beverly harbor as quick as the drop in this morning's mercury. Thus the hat should it fly would not be very retrievable. All this to say, the walk across the bridge, yes, was brisk. It waked every nerve. It made one think of how lovely must be equatorial living. It made one think of a grass hut in the Amazon as being quite a nice place to spend a January. Ah, then once in the warm home of friends I was not convinced any more by numb feet, stinging hands, watering eyes that equatorial living was as attractive as it was moments ago. After all cold can be comforting. Mosquitoes, cockroaches, crockadiles, man eating cats are rare in the brisk climates. Ah, yes, in a house where the heat is cranked I'm forgetting all about glaciers following me across the brisk bridge of Beverly.
William Stevensonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14546370309923373813noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2198294467838483768.post-17426941518242438942020-12-22T11:52:00.002-08:002020-12-22T11:52:15.960-08:00Christmas CardMerry Christmas to you, my friends. One can only imagine what the world would be like if the Light had not entered and defeated the dark. Doesn't one wonder after all why a sunny day where light glints off the snow takes away the dreariness of winter? Why is this so? Is the Light that we see a kind of reflection of the Lord who is the True Light? I think the feeling we get from sun light is a kind of dim reflection of what Son Light is and what we have to look forward to. Merry Christmas to you, my friends.William Stevensonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14546370309923373813noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2198294467838483768.post-45486442750854187942020-12-01T10:00:00.003-08:002020-12-01T10:00:56.770-08:00The USCCB and DanteI have to wonder on hearing the letter by archbishop Jose Gomez, president of the USCCB (United States Conference of Religious Professionals) congratulating Biden and Harris on their election success (premature by the way) what level of the Inferno Dante would place this august organization. Oh, that a man may gain the whole world and lose his own soul.William Stevensonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14546370309923373813noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2198294467838483768.post-44755427464761340342020-12-01T09:58:00.005-08:002020-12-08T09:55:37.976-08:00The Enigma of this PrizefightOne just has to wonder. If we were discussing a prize fight and we had one fighter who trained very hard, skipping rope, doing his road work, shadow boxing, facing the most deceptive of sparring partners, having his sessions open to the public; and the other, his opponent, did not train, did not skip rope, did no road work, no shadow boxing, no sparring partners, no sessions open to the public...and then the night of the big fight you had the one who trained way after so many rounds way ahead on points. But then suddenly the fight was inexplicably stopped. And during this postponement came a conference, judges and referree and after some consultation the ref returns to the center of the ring and raises the limp arm of the battered one who had not trained. As a boxing fan doesn't it make you even a little suspicious that the fight was fixed?William Stevensonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14546370309923373813noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2198294467838483768.post-2671863909476645532020-11-06T16:58:00.003-08:002020-11-06T17:00:33.072-08:00The Fix is In!It is interesting is it not that those who have thought our president so evil and have fought tirelessly to feed us with collusion, climate change, corona, Ukraine, impeachment, systemic racism, and on and on all pointed as bludgeons against the duly elected president of the United States should suddenly become fair and impartial while counting ballots? Not to mention that this party has not ceased in an endless stream of calumny and invective and promises to remove this president whatever it takes. Well. And now we have the battleground states where those counting the ballots might very well be from the same pool from which we got the unbiased moderators for the debates. Is it a wonder that some of us including the President are entertaining the idea that there may be one or two or maybe many many more that might be illegitimate? And to have these same states to suddenly suspend the counting on the very eve they are supposed to be counting. I would suspect something rotten in Denmark if suddenly the firemen shut off their hoses during a three alarm and went home to come back later. I would perhaps suspect even the possibility of an arson cover-up. Thus I have to ask if credulity supposes us to believe that people of such left leaning Trump hating ideology would not at least be tempted (for virtuous reasons of course) to perhaps discard a Trump ballot while allowing the delivery of boxes and boxes of Biden ballots brought under the secrecy of night (among other irregularities)? Joseph Stalin often held that it doesn't matter so much who votes but who counts the votes. Interesting too that the leader of the USSR said this for it seems to me that his place of freedom and religious tolerance and diversity of thought is where our trajectory seems to be pointed like one of those interballistics. Yes, indeed.William Stevensonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14546370309923373813noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2198294467838483768.post-44579473663231446712020-11-03T09:52:00.001-08:002020-11-03T09:52:21.719-08:00Preference<p> <span style="background-color: white; color: #050505; font-family: "Segoe UI Historic", "Segoe UI", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; white-space: pre-wrap;">I am in a quandary. I have an ice cream preference but after Senator Feinstein's enlightenment on the latest evolution of the language I have to reconsider carefully my language. After all the number one offense in our tolerant culture is to offend. So how do I state my ah, preference (for want of better, more enlightened, more sensitive word) for mint chocolate chip ice cream over vanilla? I heard and have no reason to doubt that due to the important and authoritative (perhaps authoritarian) stature of Miss Feinstein Merriam Webster went right out and changed his dictionary. So you can see that I too must bow to the latest language boundaries so as to make my words weak enough that they won't assault the ears of any of those who have come to the finest distinctions in derogatory dissing. And yes, most certainly such a word as preference does have that sound of goosestepping fascists in it I have finally come to see. It does behoove one with our current Scribes and Pharisees to be submissive and compliant when it comes to such a tortuous four letter word as preference. How could I have been so callous all these years to have ever preferred anything?</span></p>William Stevensonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14546370309923373813noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2198294467838483768.post-87871700576911694852020-09-29T11:39:00.002-07:002020-09-29T11:46:14.886-07:00Amy Coney Barrett Before the Inquisitors<p><span style="background-color: white; color: #050505; font-family: "Segoe UI Historic", "Segoe UI", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; white-space: pre-wrap;">It has been discovered that the dogma lives loudly in Amy Coney Barrett. It has also come to light that she once was found to have committed the quite agregious act of having fascistly frowned during a difficult algebra question during a third grade exam. But of course this won't be considered by the Inquistitors because it is really insignificant compared to her much more sinister act of daring to actually believe in her faith. One must surely join the offended choir of Greta and ask with secular sincerity: How dare you? Yes, that must ask the pertinent question: How can someone up for such a high position be so medieval in this day and age when to be Catholic means that you are quite compatible and compliant and conformed to what amounts to Karl Marx's most compassionate world, a world of course without HATE. And of course those religionists that dare to quote the old fuddy duddy St Paul well, there of course quoting from someone who is so chronologically out of date that it is quite without defense. Why look to someone so behind the times when one can look to more up to date theologicans and scientists like Paul Tillich, Rudolph Bultmann, Sigmund Freud, Margaret Mead, Alfred Kinsey, Carl Sagan, Fr James Martin, or any other soul free of such inhibiting repressive dogma as Amy Coney Barrett dares to believe. If she only would except the more compatible compliant and confirmed Catholicism of a Joe Biden, Nanic Pelosi, Dick Durben I think she would fare much better in front of the Inquisitors.</span></p>William Stevensonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14546370309923373813noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2198294467838483768.post-37494349638388653002020-09-15T10:21:00.003-07:002020-09-15T10:21:42.991-07:00The Nefarious Tares<p> <span style="background-color: white; color: #050505; font-family: "Segoe UI Historic", "Segoe UI", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; white-space: pre-wrap;">Ah, the nefarious tares...and our slumber. We like Peter, James, and John are not vigilant during Gethsemane. I hope it is not too late when we wake up and find ourselves in the USSR and all the churches have become museums to Lenin and Marx.</span></p>William Stevensonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14546370309923373813noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2198294467838483768.post-69898517707238253112020-09-15T10:20:00.005-07:002020-09-15T10:20:45.664-07:00Be Not Conformed<p><span style="background-color: white; color: #050505; font-family: inherit; font-size: 15px; white-space: pre-wrap;">Be not conformed to the world but be ye transformed by the renewing of your minds that you might prove what is that good and acceptible and perfect will of God. </span></p><div class="o9v6fnle cxmmr5t8 oygrvhab hcukyx3x c1et5uql ii04i59q" style="background-color: white; color: #050505; font-family: "Segoe UI Historic", "Segoe UI", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; margin: 0.5em 0px 0px; overflow-wrap: break-word; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div dir="auto" style="font-family: inherit;">St Paul wrote this to the Romans. How applicable today for our own times. Of course Paul here is admonishing the Ekleisia in Rome. This is an enduring temptation for the Church to meld in with the culture. This is one of the reasons I respect the Mennonites who in dress, language, and scriptural identity resist conforming to the world. When I was in college the clarion call was "don't conform!" "Have the courage to be a non conformist!" Too bad we still don't heed this imperative. I wonder how such a Covid and Climate Change and Collusion conformity that we are witnessing this past year has ubiquitiously come about. It seems there is so little resistance especially in the Church today to the cultural construct. Could it be that we have traded our Bibles for the New York Times and Huffington Post?</div></div>William Stevensonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14546370309923373813noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2198294467838483768.post-21927836784736851492020-09-15T10:19:00.003-07:002020-09-15T10:27:07.034-07:00Pravda Propaganda<p> <span face=""Segoe UI Historic", "Segoe UI", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif" style="background-color: white; color: #050505; font-size: 15px; white-space: pre-wrap;">Why are some susceptible to the Pravda propaganda and others resist? The spin of truth is so prevalent. Vice is made into virtue and virtue is made into vice. Compassion is used like a club. Crime is considered an expression of grief. Lenin's system of governance is seen as liberation. The high priest keeping us safe, so far, from the religion of Marx is slighted and calumnated with every breath. So many others, the religious included, have succumbed to the enchantment of the media. Fake news has replaced the Gospel. Gospel virtues have been usurped. Love thy neighbor translates to a different hermeneutic from what heaven meant. Hate Has No Place Here states the opposite of what it announces. Virtue signalling is the new Pharissaic prayer. </span></p>William Stevensonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14546370309923373813noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2198294467838483768.post-14043612539473917982020-08-11T10:20:00.001-07:002020-08-11T10:20:06.162-07:00Dystopia's Metamorphosis<p> <span style="background-color: white; color: #1c1e21; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;">The dystopia I have been working on the past few years is quickly becoming not some futuristic insight but merely a documentation of the ways things are. And if I don't get it finished soon I suspect it might even be relegated to historical fiction, or even ancient history. I have thought of some titles to some new dystopia chapters in which we now find ourselves: Looting: the New Legal, Climate Change Where Have You Gone?, Whatever Happened to the Certain Crime of Collusion?, Social Distancing and How Pickpocketing has Suffered, and How Handshakes and Hugs are now the Ones Dying from the Wuhan plague. I hope it will not be the case but I'm afraid the New Normal will only be the new name given to the New Dystopia I do earnestly hope will remain a fiction and not a fact.</span></p>William Stevensonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14546370309923373813noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2198294467838483768.post-52400894848563806012020-08-11T10:18:00.002-07:002020-08-11T10:18:48.612-07:00Professional Politicized Sport<p><span style="background-color: white; color: #1c1e21; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;">I must be grateful to the Red Sox (among other teams and other sports) for stating their allegiance to such organizations as Bolshevik Lives Matter. Thus the decision to sware off professional politisized sports became very easy. Now I have time, lots more time. Now my baseball will be supplied by the local town teams and little league. They don't virtue signal and take the knee but just swing the bat,run the bases, and slide into home like they used to do.</span></p>William Stevensonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14546370309923373813noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2198294467838483768.post-149767944419221772020-08-11T10:15:00.004-07:002020-08-11T10:15:48.966-07:00Reading Orwell for Real<p><span style="background-color: white; color: #1c1e21; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;">Orwell's 1984 should be reissued with the new title 2020. And then I hope it will be read by every Party member and Prole. May we then realize how we are at this very point losing our country through Newspeak, double think, the deletion of our historical memory, the elimination of unacceptible language, the shrinkage of the dictionary, the promotion of historical illiteracy.Maybe it is already too late. We may be already in the last pages.</span></p>William Stevensonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14546370309923373813noreply@blogger.com0