Tuesday, September 21, 2021

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Our Peckniffian political and cultural Mandarin Class are always betrayed by their own pharisaical behaviors.

One right after the other and both appropriate to the times and our government leaders.

Peck·sniff·i·an
/pekˈsnifēən/
adjective

affecting benevolence or high moral principles.
"he adopted a Pecksniffian tone"

Complemented by 

phar·​i·​sa·​ical
 | \ ˌfer-ə-ˈsā-ə-kəl  , ˌfa-rə- \ 
pharisaical adjective

marked by hypocritical censorious self-righteousness 

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Our Peckniffian political and cultural Mandarin Class are always betrayed by their own pharisaical behaviors. 

Noticed via Rule-Breaking Elites Let the Mask Slip on COVID Protocols by Charles C.W. Cooke.

Say what you will about the WASPs of old; at least they tried to keep up appearances. Our current set of carriage-trade elects? Not so much. They’ve got the noblesse bit down, sure enough. But the oblige? That part’s kind of a buzzkill, n’est-ce pas?

They’re still into setting the rules, of course. Hell, that’s how you can tell they’re in the club. It’s just the leading-by-example part they’re struggling with. What happens in Hollywood stays in Hollywood, see? And the rest of you can go stuff it.

Up until this point in the pandemic, the worst examples of elite rule-breaking have been discrete. Gavin Newsom hit up the French Laundry. Gretchen Whitmer popped down to Florida. Chris Cuomo said that he was hiding in his basement, when, in reality, he was out and about in the Hamptons. Now, the habit is being ruthlessly collectivized. If, like me, you tuned in by accident to last night’s Emmys and saw a vast crowd of unmasked celebrities embracing one another, you will understand what’s changed. No longer are we talking about a hypocrite here and a hypocrite there, but about an entire cast of tartuffes. Falsity, it seems, is a highly contagious disease, and there is safety to be found in numbers.


Defining problems into existence

Poor old Gail Heriot, Commissioner on the U.S. Commission on Civil Rights, a government commission tasked with investigating, reporting on, and making recommendations concerning civil rights issues in the United States.  She is one of the lone commissioners actually interested in facts and reason and fights as a lonely rear guard of Age of Enlightenment thinking among a host of emos and doctrinaire ideologues determined to find original sin in everything touched by American culture and American government.  

The latest contretemps is the effort to 1) claim that maternal fatality rates during childbirth are up 50% from twenty years ago and 2) lay the blame for this specious claim on equally specious racism.  

From Dissenting Statement and Rebuttal of Commissioner Gail L. Heriot in U.S. Commission on Civil Right Report: Racial Disparities on Maternal Health by Gail L. Heriot.  From the Abstract.

On September 15, 2021, the U.S. Commission on Civil Rights published a report entitled Racial Disparities in Maternal Health (the “Report”). This Dissenting Statement and Rebuttal (the “Statement”) is a part of that report.

Among other things, the Statement points out several errors in Report. For example, the Report incorrectly states that maternal mortality has increased 50% over the last generation. What has actually happened is that changes in death certificates have caused more deaths to be classified as maternal in nature. The Report also emphasizes the theory that racism plays a prominent role in causing racial disparities in maternal mortality. The Statement points out in response that maternal mortality rates for Hispanic and Asian American mothers are lower than the rate for white mothers. This tends to detract from the theory that racism is what’s causing the disparities.

We are getting so good at fixing problems that we have to change the definitions to create the impression that there is a problem.  


The night lights by Marek Ruzyk

The night lights by Marek Ruzyk











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Monday, September 20, 2021

God grants us pets to encourage us to give and receive unconditional love

People seem often do their very best writing when they write the remembrance of their pets, especially dogs.  From Karl Rove of all the unexpected people, in the Wall Street Journal.  Emphasis added.

Just after 10 a.m. on Saturday, Sept. 4, Little Bit Rove, the world’s greatest dog, passed from this life to the next. She apparently had an arrhythmia from birth and despite the best efforts of Dr. Julie Page of Palisade, Colo., and her Valley Emergency Pet Care colleagues in Basalt, Little Bit’s loving heart gave out. She’d have been three in November.

My wife Karen and I had been without a dog since our border collie Nan died in August 2015. On Christmas 2019, Karen decided it was time. Her gift was a promise: I could pick out a dog from a nearby hunting preserve.

When we arrived at Joshua Creek Ranch, the cages on the hunting trucks were filled with a dozen or more dogs that the guides let out so we could see them all in action. From the scrum of animals, a sleek black English cocker spaniel emerged, running straight for us. She jumped on me, her little white tail wagging eagerly, as if to say “Nice to meet you! We’ll have fun today! If the rumors are true you’re looking for a dog, keep me in mind!” The issue was settled. ,,,

She appeared in videos we shared with friends marking holidays or offering invitations to parties and ranch weekends. She even had her portrait painted by a former president, who captured her regal bearing, penetrating eyes and long ears.

For 18 months this loving, joyous spirit was a big part of our family. On vacation the Saturday before last, we slept in, Little Bit wedged right up against me for warmth. We went for her morning business, then she ran cheerfully through the hotel to report to Karen and snuggle more, rising after a while for breakfast. A few minutes later, she went into convulsions. She recovered somewhat on the frantic ride to the vet’s but was gone within the hour.

I’m no theologian, but believe God grants us pets to encourage us to give and receive unconditional love—to see loyalty personified and to remind us that we must balance joy and delight with loss and grief in this transitory life.

Karen and I are so grateful Little Bit was part of our family, even for a short while. She’ll always be in our hearts. RIP, LB.

 

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