The incoherence of the Justice and Peace sections of the new encyclical is so deep, and the language in some cases so impenetrable, that what the defenders of Populorum Progresio may think to be a new sounding of the trumpet is far more like the warbling of an untuned piccolo.
Benedict XVI, a truly gentle soul, may have thought it necessary to include in his encyclical these multiple off-notes, in order to maintain the peace within his curial household.
via Caritas in Veritate in Gold and Red | National Review Online.
Saw this linked elsewhere by someone claiming those who disagreed were accusing the former Pope of signing something he thought was in error; fell in love with the poetry of comparing phrases like “necessary openness, in a world context, to forms of economic activity marked by quotas of gratuitousness and communion” to the “warbling of an untuned piccolo.”
All goods ultimately meet the same fate. They are also generated from sources such as resource extraction, human organization and effort (value added), and good fortune. But the process of their movement through the world matters. Their exchange for other goods allows people to access things which are mutually beneficial. The exchange for labor actually validates the value and dignity of the labor itself. The free gift allows for the expression of virtue and sacrifice and (should – ) generates gratitude. In this exchange especially, goodness is created for all parties, including witnesses.
DarwinCatholic: Universal Destination of Goods
Part of a good comment on a good post.
It turns out that Netanyahu presented Pope Francis with his father’s book entitled “The Origins of the Inquisition in Fifteenth-Century Spain” which actually refutes that the Inquisition targeted Jews at all. It posited that the Spanish Inquisition was more politically oriented than religious.
Netanyahu wrote on the book: “To His Holiness Pope Franciscus, a great shepherd of our common heritage.”
Kinda’ nice, right?
via Creative Minority Report: Netanyahu Gives Book About The Spanish Inquisition to Pope Francis.
At various times in my life I’ve lost weight though never to close to the weight I was when I had Robert. During one of those periods, my doctor tried to advise me on weight. He said, if I just ate 1200 calories and exercised half an hour a day, I’d be back to a size seven. No, I didn’t listen to him. I didn’t listen to him because at the time I was eating 800 calories and exercising two hours every morning. That’s what it takes to lose weight – very slowly, but never below about a size 14. How is this even possible? I don’t know. I know that we’ve come to the conclusion that there is a lot more to weight than calories, and also that about three years ago I found out the caesarian was botched in a particular way that not only makes my hormones a mess (and caused people to diagnose me as menopausal starting in my mid thirties. And no, I still am not, fully.) but also, likely, makes my body convinced it’s in some state of pregnancy, though not exactly. I don’t know what that does to my body. Neither does anyone else.
However, every time I see a new doctor I get told the same thing. Not “dear lady, let’s work together to find out why your weight is insane. Let’s try this, this and this. If that doesn’t work, then let’s figure out this and that. Oh, and let’s run blood panels and figure it out.” No, it’s always “if you just ate less than 2000 calories and exercised a bare minimum, the weight would drop like a dream.”
via Vile Bodies* | According To Hoyt.
MAJOR LANGUAGE WARNING, DO NOT CONTINUE IF YOU DO NOT WANT TO READ CURSING AND FOR HEAVEN’S SAKE DON’T CLICK ON THE LINK!
That said, if you can stand some cursing, very funny.
Opens with Wright brothers furiously scribbling notes, crumpling up papers and tossing them over the shoulder.One draws something, looks back at the other to take a look. They smile and nod at each other.
Construction. Some things break and fall on one guy’s foot, laughter ensues.
The plane is then seen flying above the clouds; Wright bros high five in cock pit. Camera pans out and EVERY other plane to be invented soar up through the clouds in triangle formation to a heavy metal guitar solo.
Arms race time. Split screen with Russians and US building various space craft. Sweaty worker guys are exhausted on the verge of giving up; government officials are impatient looking. Russians have scars and eye patches. Sputnik is launched and Russians have evil grins.
Americans watching the news look dejected and worried. We see angered scientists return to their work, determined.
Moon launch. Armstrong lands, plants flag, turns to camera and jumps in the air with his fist in the air Edit: yelling “FUCK YEAH!” Freeze frame at highest point of the moon jump. End.
via Assume all of world history is a movie. What are the biggest plotholes? : AskReddit.