In the Republican round of presidential debates, it was good to hear Ron Paul identify the critical moral issue of the moment as the policy of pre-emptive war. Most of the other candidates were well insulated from startling truths by their televangelist hairdos. Reality rolls off of hair like that, and their smarmy piety is a thin veneer over their indifference to real human suffering: don't tell don't translate; make those 12 million immigrants as miserable as possible. It's only the outliers like Paul and Kucinich who get to say interesting things; and speaking of hair and truth telling, I sure miss Al Sharpton. This morning in answer to the question "Who would you rather share a foxhole with: a gay soldier or Mitt Romney?" Maureen Dowd says, A gay soldier, of course. In a dicey situation like that, you need someone steadfast who knows who he is and what he believes, even if he’s not allowed to say it out loud.
Hypocrisy is the homage vice pays to virtue, as the gloriously gay Oscar Wilde said. And gays are the sacrifice that hypocritical Republican candidates offer to placate “values” voters — even though some candidates are not so finicky about morals regarding their own affairs and divorces.
Our summer series started last night with Feufollet, a young Cajun band from Lafayette. Sweet children. In this picture you can see that the stage extension is on. It took away all the dancing room down front.
That's got to go. People really need to dance. So says Barbara Ehrenreich in Dancing in the Streets: A History of Collective Joy. I wouldn't want a silly stage extension to land us among "the secular opponents of public dancing."
Starting last winter I use a different 800 x 100 background seasonal image on UnityMaine.org each week. If I put the stripes all on one page, it shows a seasonal transition. At the end of the year it will show a full circle.
On the June Mix there's some new Angelique Kidjo, some fun covers: Prince does Joni Mitchell; Terez Montcalm does Annie Lennox; Annie Lennox does Neil Young.
Those wonderfully tragic Paul Soniat songs still get me; the man is the master of the heart wrenching reference: the tombstone of paran Hebert; no more 'ti Boudreaux. The Rowan Brothers (Free Mexican Airforce is one of the all time great songs about dope) will be appearing here this summer.
Out in the kayaks with Nancy yesterday and around the big island to see the eagle's nest and the two giant chicks. This is one parent; the other is in the nest feeding the chicks. A couple of loons popped up and down on the way back.
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