Perhaps Erza of Fairy Tail is most representative of this attitude. Everyone in the guild looks up Erza for her strength, but we discover in her difficult fight with Azuma on Mavis’ island that she relies on the strength of others. She can only be so strong because others are there for her. Shortly after her victory, she helps a member of Fairy Tail (Gray, I think), who comments that he is always being saved. Whereupon, she responds “me, too” or something like that.
via Be an Erza-like Christian This Lent « Medieval Otaku.
It was time for us to do our duty to her, and we have done it.
Goodbye to Sable – Chaos Manor – Jerry Pournelle
Sometimes, your duty is all you can do.
This has been a bad year for good dogs. First my dad’s eldest cowdog, then Jasper of the Lileks family, now Dr. Pournell’s Sable.
When Cosmo died, I thought I was silly to cry for a dog I never even met.
My only defense is– their people loved them, and I’ve been listening to their people for years.
The love of animals is a wonderful gift.
Part of the reason that change is so difficult is that we are essentially two cultures. One of them is “the people who talk.” (I’d call it “the people who think” but that is unwarranted flattery for most of them – for most humans, actually.) These are the media, the academia, the people who tell stories whether fictional or fictionalized. These people in general know nothing – or very little – about what the other culture is up to. The other culture is “the people who fix”. These are the people who know how things work, the people who can build and create.
via There is no Glass Slipper — a blast from the past post 2/2011 | madgeniusclub.
*The real deal – moral, honest, respectful, and dignified. They treated Secret Service and everyone else with respect and honor. Thanked everyone all the time. He took the time to know everyone on a personal level.
* One “favorite” story that has circulated among the Secret Service personnel was an incident early in his Presidency, when he came out of his room with a pistol tucked on his hip. The agent in charge asked: “Why the pistol, Mr. President” He replied, “In case you boys can’t get the job done, I can help.” It was common for him to carry a pistol. When he met with Gorbachev, he had a pistol in his briefcase.
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Recently, at a lunch I attended, given by a left-wing magazine to which I sometimes contribute, the matter of food poverty and food deserts came up, and it was with some pride that I heard an area, not more than a mile from where I live, described as the very worst of these deserts, positively the Atacama of food.
As the only person present with personal knowledge—what Bertrand Russell used to call “knowledge by acquaintance”—of the area in question, I felt constrained to point out that I frequently shopped there, at a small Indian store in which one could buy, for example, 22-pound sacks of onions for about $3.40, and in which a huge variety of extremely fresh vegetables could be bought at prices less than half of those in the supermarket chains. Yet the only poor people who shopped there were Indian immigrants or their descendants—housewives who sifted through the produce looking carefully for the best. Practically no poor whites (or blacks) ever went there, though plenty of both live in the area. Only a few members of the white middle class from outside the area took advantage of the wide range and exceptionally low prices.
Moreover, unlike the people who spoke so fluently of the food deserts, I had, in the course of my medical duties, visited many homes in the area. The only homes in which there were ever any signs of genuine cookery and of eating as a social activity, where families discussed the topics of daily life and affirmed their bonds to one another, were those of the Indian immigrants. In white and black homes, cookery meant (at its best) re-heating in a microwave oven, and there was no table round which people could sit together to eat the re-heated food. Meals here were solitary, poor, nasty, British, and short.
via The Starving Criminal by Theodore Dalrymple, City Journal Autumn 2002.
I refuse to apologize for the actions of those who share my gender, but I do hope that those whom they malign and cast out will be assured that not all are that short-sighted and ill-mannered. Oh, and to make it clear? I’m well aware that not all feminists are of my gender, but I’m lumping them all into a bundle for the sake of brevity in this post. You’re destroying something, all right, and it might well cause a backlash you haven’t bothered to think about, that will take the innocent along with the guilty.
via Here’s a Clue-by-Four | madgeniusclub.
The conservative opposes change because he knows stable and relatively safe societies are fragile things. He knows human nature tends to lead men to break those fragile things.
So, the first test for a conservative when a change is proposed is not will it fix a problem but will it break something that works. Then we ask if it fixes something.
via To Fear A Painted Devil | According To Hoyt.
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