Wednesday’s Child: Spat on a Plinth
Let us turn to the more lighthearted side of life. While democracy groans and totalitarianism gloats, there is plenty of comedy out there to enjoy.
Let us turn to the more lighthearted side of life. While democracy groans and totalitarianism gloats, there is plenty of comedy out there to enjoy.
“Those on the Right have a strong belief in markets – and yet markets seem to be failing us, just when we need them most…. Society would like to have an excess supply of masks or ventilators just in case—in case we have an emergency like the current one. A well-functioning government would have stockpiled them, recognizing the risk of not having them in just such a circumstance as the one now confronting us.”
The Chinese fortune cookie with a Russian message inside, which I strove to decipher in last week’s post, is beginning to crumble.
Comments on last week’s post, fifth in this Sicilian Defense epopee, proved yet again that the reader is astute as he is gentle. “Never let a crisis go to waste!” ironized Andrew G. Van Sant…
I’ll take the last two commandments as a whole, since they are saying, in essence, the same thing: Nobody has the right to tell anyone what is right for him or her. You should be free to live any way you want so long as you’re not harming other people.
A year ago I attended Midnight Mass at St. Michael’s Abbey of the Norbertine order in Silverado out here in Orange County. It began with a procession with candles, then continued with the beautiful liturgy going back many hundreds of years.
Almost a lifetime ago now, it seems, I hosted a St. David’s Day meal at my home. It was a quiet Sunday afternoon, and the member of our company preparing the main dishes was Welsh herself, so we not only ate well but authentically.