My wife wanted me to post this because it’s beautiful. Well, why not? The whole thing’s in Russian, even the comments, and “CC” gives you only a fragmentary Spanish not-quite-translation that the two of us could not decipher, although we do speak Spanish.
So who are these people, and what’s their song about? Hello, out there! Anybody know?
If you do know, please tell the rest of us.
“You’re all racists, dammit!”
R.J. Rushdoony wrote this essay in 1993, long before Everything was Racist. I can’t help but be amazed by his prescience. He looked deeply into the past and present, and saw the future.
https://chalcedon.edu/resources/articles/the-doctrine-of-original-sin
Somewhere along the way, “thinkers” (LOL) discarded the doctrine of Original Sin, which stated a moral fact and explained why people do bad things: because they’re sinners. But that left them without an explanation, so they had to cook up a new one: we do bad things because we belong to the evil race, or the oppressor class. The one is a “genetic fact”–which precludes conversion or repentance: how are you going to repent your biology?–the other a socio-economic fact. And just lately we’ve got “the wrong gender,” too. So many ways to hate and fear each other!
Constant race-hustling must lead to rage, conflict, violence, and maybe even war if it goes unchecked for long enough.
Sin, the moral fact, has been atoned for by Jesus Christ. We are all sinners outside of Christ; inside, His righteousness is imputed to us.
But if you’re bad because you’re white or male–well, you’re out of luck.
“Everything is Racist” is a toxic ideology, fit only for angry fools.
Nina Khrushchev
I was ten years old in 1959. The Cuban Missile Crisis still lay three years in the future, but this was the middle of the Cold War and the threat of a nuclear war kept a lot of people up at night.
And suddenly we learned that the head bad guy, the Russian bear himself, Soviet Premier Nikita Khrushchev, was going to visit the USA.
There were giants in the earth, in those days. Eisenhower and MacArthur. Haile Selassie. DeGaulle. And Winston Churchill, the greatest of them all. But Nikita loomed just as large. He could blow us up. But first, a visit. Thirteen days touring America.
My mother called him “the butcher of Budapest.” People made rude gestures when they saw him on TV.
And then America fell in love with Mrs. Khrushchev.
There was always something of the rough Ukranian peasant about Nikita; and Nina Khrushchev reminded you of your grandmother who grew up on a farm and could still drive a tractor if she had to. But the payoff was this:
“Nina will never let Nikita start a war and blow up the world! Never!”
And as far as we knew, she didn’t. Not even with the Cuban Missile Crisis.
I also seem to remember her chastening her husband, “We don’t make jokes in church!” Nina’s heart was always in the right place. And as sweet and motherly as she seemed to be, we also had the feeling that Nikita had better behave himself, or else.
She is a nice memory in a bad time.
God was not going to let us nuke ourselves into oblivion. He still isn’t. Signs abound. And I think Mrs. K. was one of them.
Khrushchev pounding his show at the UN: one of the iconic images of my childhood
Every May, “workers” throughout the Western world set aside their luxuries and march… for freakin’ communism. They want communism.
Teachers’ unions think they’re oppressed. They think Venezuela’s better than America.
To someone who grew up during the Cold War, this is incomprehensible. And then after that we had the spectacle of Mao Tse-tung wiping out at least 40 million of his own countrymen in peacetime, during the Great Leap Forward and the Cultural Revolution.
When Nikita Khrushchev stood in front of the UN General Assembly and said, “We will bury you,” we took it seriously.
Democrats nowadays would buy him a shovel.
No hymn requests have come in this morning, so I’ll go with an old Sunday school favorite–I Love to Tell the Story, sung by Alan Jackson. Is that a tear in his eye… or is it in mine?
I don’t know, I just had a yen for some cats in boxes.
Why do cats want to squeeze themselves into boxes that are obviously very much too small for them? Somebody out there must know.
G’day! Byron the Quokka here; and while Lee sweats out a Newswithviews column, I’ll tell you about an exciting way that you can support the Quokka University pickup sticks team!
As you know, the annual Pickup Sticks International Tournament will be held this year in Double Trouble, New Jersey–and our team is raring to go. Acme False Facts will donate our team’s traveling expenses. All you have to do is order (and pay for!) their newest set of collectible False Facts!
Here’s a sample. Remember, it’s not what you say that makes people think you’re smart, but how you say it! And all False Facts are guaranteed truth-free.
*George Washington was Chinese, but James Madison wasn’t.
*The woolly rhinoceros of the Ice Age was neither woolly nor a rhinoceros, but actually a kind of oversized muskrat.
*In May of 1953 the U.S. Supreme Court accidentally ruled swimming unconstitutional. The error was not discovered until 2006.
*A top-secret anti-gravity project in Pinwheel, Ireland, had to be canceled when the whole laboratory and all its staff floated into outer space, never to be seen again. This caused the prime minister of Ireland to break out in hives.
*The height of a tree is always evenly divisible by the number of branches it has. Count ’em and see for yourself!
Well, I hope this whets your appetite! This new set of False Facts, which will help our pickup sticks team to a world championship, sells for a mere $435.99–which is chicken-feed in quokka money.
Beautiful, soul-stirring–thanks, Joshua, for requesting it! Wayfaring Stranger, sung by Simon Khorolskiy. Just about brought me to tears; but swordsmen can cry.
The singer’s Russian (click CC for English lyrics), the song’s traditional American, and the hymn request comes from Japan. That’s good globalism, and only Christianity has it.
I’m supposed to write a Newswithviews piece today [cue hysterical laughter]. I have no idea how that’s going to get done.
Last month, see, we made a slight error in filling out our tax forms, which has led to us being embroiled with the IRS. My wife corrected the error, but we need to have that acknowledged.
On Friday we were supposed to get a letter from the IRS. So said the official email from the Postal Service. But of course we didn’t get it, we don’t know what the IRS wants, you can’t get through to them by phone, the post office disclaims all knowledge of anything except for how to run a national election, they’re cool with that, and the sage advice I got from the clerk was, “Wait till it comes.” What is this–Bleak House?
Yeah, wait. Wait till the marshals show up with handcuffs.
See, here we have two government agencies involved, the IRS and the Postal Service–doubling the chances for the whole thing to go wrong. We are in the Age of Nothing Works.
Maybe if I sit outside and smoke a cigar, I can think of something to write about.
Who says crime doesn’t pay?
Wow. When he’s not busy massacring nursing home patients, or sexually harassing aides, New York Gov. Andrew Cuomo is a… writer! Thus adding more proof to Rocky Bridges’ assertion that there are three things everyone in the world thinks he can do–run a hotel, write a book, manage a baseball team.
Yes, the Far Left hack will be getting $5.1 million for his new book, American Crisis: Leadership Lessons from the COVID-19 Pandemic (https://www.reuters.com/world/us/new-york-governor-cuomos-covid-book-deal-was-worth-than-5-million-2021-05-18/). Catchy title, eh? Wish I’d thought of it! I mean, as long as we’re both writing fantasies…
Cuomo’s leadership. Crime rate shooting up to the ceiling, because he let the bad guys out of prison. 24/7 race hustling. People fleeing New York in droves. With leadership like that, who needs enemies?
By all means, let’s lavishly reward incompetent villains. Few of them get the opportunity to be as lethal as Cuomo, but they do try to be as bad as they can be.
