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In response to my post below about ignoring Comedy Central’s juvenile Christian-baiting, a fellow port swiller writes:


You say you don’t approve of responding to Comedy Central’s antics.  But isn’t your own post just such a response?

Check, I believe.


Ima J. Pseudonym

My dear Ima, what you say is quite reasonable on the surface.  However, there are emanations and penumbra at work deeper down.  You see, ol’ Robbo is within four posts of cracking the big 1000 here at TPSAYE, and I’d really like to make that thou’ soon.  In fact, because I am following an ulterior motive, my response to CC is really a non-response and therefore doesn’t count against my own argument.

It depends on what your definition of “hiss” is.

(Uh, make that within three posts……)

Patrick Stewart has been knighted. His reaction?

”It was an unlooked-for honour but as I grew up as a child, falling in love with the theatre and Shakespeare, my heroes were Sir Laurence Olivier, Sir John Gielgud, Sir Alec Guinness.

”The knights of the theatre represented to me not only the pinnacle of the profession but the esteem in which the profession was held.

”And now to find myself, to my astonishment, in that company is the grandest thing that has professionally happened to me.”

Is that not one of the, ah, grandest statements of thanks you’ve read in a long time?

You know, I suppose I should get more upset about this proposal floating about Comedy Central to do an animated Jesus comedy show, and perhaps should support the efforts of religious groups to raise an outcry over it.

Of course I find the idea to be sacrilegious, in extremely poor taste and, given CC’s recent self-censorship in the face of Muslim threats for lampooning Allah, quite hypocritical.

But the truth is that this seems such a blatant and pathetic effort by Comedy Central to garner attention by getting a rise out of Christians that I feel no inclination to give them the satisfaction of ranting and raving in response, and it grieves me somewhat to see so many prominent religious figgahs taking the bait: They’ve no need to preach to the choir, there is a real danger that everyone else will just dismiss them as stereotypical Bible-thumpers, and CC will get the publicity it wants.

Perhaps the better response is public serenity coupled with private prayer for the tiny minds and shrivelled souls of those involved in the project.

On this day in 1763, a group of Ojibwe Indians staged a game of lacrosse outside the little trading post of Fort Michilimackinac, located on the south side of the straits between Lake Huron and Lake Michigan.  After inviting the British commander and his men to come out and watch the game, the Ojibwes gradually moved their ground of play closer to the gate of the fort.  When the ball was “accidentally” tossed through the gate into the fort, the Ojibwes rushed in as if to retrieve it, suddenly seized concealed weapons, and set about the business of massacring the garrison and the local European civilians.

This was one of the first attacks of Pontiac’s Rebellion and surely one of the odder ruses de guerre in the annals of warfare.

It appears that Taylor Swift played a gig at Dee Cee’s Verizon Center last evening, which venue is no great way from Robbo’s place of biznay.

I found this out because I happened to run into an acquaintance on the street who was dropping her daughters off to see the show, but I might have guessed it by the veritable sea of gels in the vicinity.  Who knew Swift had become such a draw with the tweenies?

I find this amusing because owing to Swift’s rapid descent into the heresy of country-pop musick,  my own gels have about the same opinion of her as did the Vatican about Martin Luther.  Condemnation ain’t in it.

Who’s your daddy? WHO’S YOUR DAAAAADEEEEEE?????

Men who attend the birth of their children could end up feeling like failures and damage any paternal bond they may have, an expert has controversially claimed.

Fathers-to-be may think they will have an intimate and proactive role as their child is born, only to find their sole purpose is to provide passive support for their partner.

This can lead to emotional shutdown for new fathers, according to Dr Jonathan Ives, head of the Centre for Biomedical Ethics at the University of Birmingham.

I think what Dr. Ives means is that men have been conditioned to be so Alan Alda-ish that when they can’t get that rush of righteous, politically correct, nurturing smugness on demand, they feel something is MISSING from their lives.

Well boo, freakin’, hoo!

Me? I’d have given a great deal to have been exiled to the waiting room during the birth of my chillins, with or without the traditional ceegars.   Too much information, as the kids like to say.

But I’m not sure I’d have grasped on to this kind of snivelling, whining, self-indulgent psycho-babble in order to gain that freedom.   A fellah’s got to draw the line somewhere.


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