The Wedgwood Chicken

Young BHO has orated from a lectern decorated with the pseudo-seal on the left. It is the color of Wedgwood. The non-messianic blogosphre is agog.

If one were to remark that the bird is a Popeye's fried chicken and the sphere a watermelon, all Hell could break loose.

It's GOOD to be the Messiah, but it can be hard.

HT: Larison, J. Rubin.

Thought For the Day

From Kyriakos Markides, The Mountain of Silence:

“Marriage, for example, is considered by the Ecclesia [basically Eastern Orthodox teachings] as a form of askesis [method of spiritual exercise], an arena for transcending one’s ego absorption of the sake of the other. It is a mistake, Father Maximos argues, to consider marriage, as many traditional Christians do, as first and formemost a means for procreation. The primary aim of marriage is askesis engaged in by two people who are asked to overcome their separateness in their common ascent towards God.”

NB: ἀσκέσις means "practice, training, or exercise," as by an athlete. Marriage, thus, is just as much a spiritual journey as monasticism!

How Nerds Party

Here, on the successful landing of the Phoenix Mars lander.

This is an amazing achievement. Who cares of one of Barack's ex-minions got a sweetheart loan from Countrywide?

Another Scarebus In Flames

An airbus in Khartoum skidded off the runway and burst into flames. Many escaped, but dozens burned to death.

God Forgive Me, I Despise That Woman

I just listened to Hillary's concession speech. She didn't say anything a loyal Democrat wouldn't say on such an occasion, but she makes my gorge rise. I just can't stand her pieties, her identity politics, her nasality, and her nostrums.

I notice that Chelsea approached, Bill got a peck, but as they walked off, he was the runt, sucking the hind teat.

How long will that marriage last? And who's going to pay the $20 million debt?

Snark for Lanny Davis

You all know Lanny Davis, that unctuous little weasel whom HRC anointed as one of her TV avatars. Mark Cooper finds him particularly repulsive, and wrote a snarky ave atque vale, or "hail and farewell."

The obvious pun popped to mind, and I offered my contribution, which I immortalize in these bytes and pixels:

Lanny Boy, is CNN still calling?
From tow’r to tow’r, and up the aetherside?
The spring is gone, forsythia’s not blooming.
It’s you, it’s you, must go while Barack bides.

But come ye back, in sunshine or in shadow,
Or when the valley’s hushed and white with snow,
It’s I’ll be here, your arse to kick to Glasgow,
O Lanny Boy, O Lanny Boy, I’d love that so.

And if I fall, as all the leaves are falling,
And I am dead, as dead I well may be.
You’ll come and find the place where I am lying,
My ghost will kick yer arse to Tipperary.

Dies Irae

There's something painfully ironic about Pfleger's (if temporary) ouster.

He's been thumbing his nose at authority -- secular and sacred -- for years in pursuit of what he believes God has called him to do: fight for the poor and the oppressed; battle injustice in whatever form it appears, be it racism, sexism, or classicism; and to above all present the God of revolutionary love and radical grace to the world around him. That sometimes has meant disobeying civil and canon law.

--The Chicago Sun-Times

Gotta watch out for those Greek scholars. Give 'em an inch and they'll take a mile.