‘King Alfred’s War Song’

King Alfred the Great (849-899 A.D.), the Christian king who defended England from the invading Danish pagans, reputedly wrote the words to this battle hymn. Waffy-doffy churches won’t like it: “F0r the Lord is out defense…”

But if the Lord is not our defense, then we have no defense that will avail us anything. This great warrior was great enough to know that.

Andy Kenway has a wonderful version of this anthem. I couldn’t find video for it, but you can listen here, https://soundcloud.com/andy-kenway/king-alfreds-war-song

Here’s Something to See!

Here we go–a 92-year-old World War II Navy veteran throws the ceremonial first pitch at a recent Seattle Mariners ballgame. Note that he runs to the mound, he doesn’t just walk, and that his uniform still fits. If you’ve got a heart, this will warm it for you.

This reminds me of my father, another Navy vet of World War II, and one of the strongest men I ever saw. He was lean and trim, and still had iron muscles when he was in his seventies. How I used to love watching him hit a baseball!

They grew ’em tough, in those days.

Live and Learn: Mysterious Ruins in West Africa

Have you ever heard of the Senegambian Stone Circles? ( https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Senegambian_stone_circles ) I hadn’t, until a few minutes ago. They are an enormous number of standing stone monoliths, in what are now the countries of Senegal and the Gambia, erected over many centuries, perhaps started by Iron Age people as early as 300 B.C. They were still being erected many centuries later… and then, sometime during what we would call the late Middle Ages, they stopped.

The dating is uncertain, the history is–well, there isn’t much of it. The stones don’t bear inscriptions. Most inconvenient for students of history.

I don’t know about you, but stuff like this just fascinates me. Who were the people who raised these stones? Why did they go to all that trouble, for so long, and why did they stop? If the stones were involved with funeral customs, what did they mean? The project had to have involved a tremendous amount of labor, and probably required a highly effective social and or/political organization. But whose? And what else did they do, besides set up countless huge and heavy stones–without anything like modern construction equipment?

These stones bear witness to the fact that whole nations, civilizations, and cultures can be lost, forgotten, and beyond recovery.

We ought to be more careful about maintaining ours.

 

One Extremely Weird Story

Buckland’s great discovery–the first named dinosaur, Megalosaurus

I had a lot of trouble believing this, so I took some pains to check it out. And according to the official Westminster Abbey website, this outlandish anecdote is true ( http://www.westminster-abbey.org/our-history/people/william-buckland ).

Every dinosaur nut knows the name of William Buckland (1784-1856)–clergyman, scholar, and one of the founders of the science of paleontology. He was the first man to scientifically describe and name a dinosaur, Megalosaurus bucklandi, before the term “dinosaur” was ever coined. So Dean Buckland is an important figure in the history of science.

In 1848, Buckland was invited to dinner at one of England’s great country houses, where he was shown a priceless family relic in a silver locket. It was a little piece of the mummified heart of King Louis XIV, the great king of France, the “Sun King” whose reign, power, wealth, and glory shone over Europe like the sun itself.

Buckland snatched up the shriveled bit of meat and ate it before anyone could stop him. Adios, priceless family relic.

In this he was only following a lifelong custom he had of eating strange things.

Feh.

This was only the final indignity perpetrated on Louis XIV, who in his day had been the greatest man in Europe. When the French Revolution broke out, some 80 years after his death, the mob violated his tomb and destroyed his remains.

Dean Buckland, by the way, was one of the originators of the “Gap Theory” of interpreting Genesis–what we would also call an Old Earth creationist. He tried to reconcile a strict reading of the Scriptures–really, is there any other kind of reading that is properly respectful?–with current scientific findings: of which not a few were his own.

In all this strange history, there is much to contemplate.

Is Trump an ‘Unmitigated Disaster’?

I don’t like to disagree with Thomas Sowell. He’s a brilliant man whom I respect, and I’ve never had to disagree with him before. I do it now with some trepidation.

Today, in his townhall.com commentary, Dr. Sowell called the emergence of Donald Trump as the likely Republican presidential nominee “an unmitigated disaster” for the GOP, for the country, and probably even for the world ( http://townhall.com/columnists/thomassowell/2016/05/06/an-unmitigated-disaster-n2158652 ). Gee, he’s that bad?

Sowell flayed Trump for his “unending reckless and irresponsible statements” and wound up hoping that some third party candidate would rise up strong enough to prevent either Trump or Hillary Clinton from winning, throwing the election into the House of Representatives and maybe winding up awarding the White House to someone, anyone, better than Trump or Clinton.

But for the time being, we face a very simple, however distasteful, proposition. We don’t really know what Trump would do as president; but I think we do know what Hillary Clinton would do, and God forbid she gets the chance to do it. In her case we are talking about a left-wing ideologue with a solid track record of criminality. So we are asked to choose between opening a door to a swarm of killer bees that will certainly fly out and sting us to death, or opening a door to the unknown. How hard a choice is that?

The American people are in this situation because we are governed by a political class, backed by academics and unions and movie stars, that has all but destroyed the country. That’s why Trump won all those primaries. That’s why millions of people are prepared to vote for him.

Dr. Sowell does not want Hillary Clinton to be president. That would indeed be an unmitigated disaster.

But until further notice, the only alternative is Donald Trump.

‘Lost on Venus’ is… Lost

I’ll never outgrow Edgar Rice Burroughs–best known as the creator of Tarzan, but that was only one part of his achievement. Still when you write as many novels as ERB did, some of them are bound to turn out… well, not so good as others.

Lost on Venus–which first appeared as a magazine serial in 1933, and as a book in 1935–is full of stuff that reminds us that a lot of loopy ideas were floating around in the culture, back then. You can’t say they were spawned by the Depression, because they all have roots easily traceable into the 19th century.

Burroughs swallowed ’em all, hook, line, and sinker.

I’d say the biggest howler in the book is a single line: “Nothing is impossible to science.” It is spoken by an official in the city of Havatoo, a utopia created by rigorously breeding human beings, like farm animals, to yield a better product. This is the now-discredited pseudoscience of eugenics. Back in the 1930s, all the smart people believed in it. You were a real ape if you questioned it. But it kind of fell into disrepute when Heinrich Himmler took it literally and became the eugenics poster boy.

On Venus, as Burroughs followed the Progressive will-o’-the-wisp, there’s no religion because all the people are way too smart to believe in God, and anyhow they don’t need God because their Science has given them an immortality serum and they all get to stay young and beautiful and healthy forever. Yeah, right.

The best thing about the Venus books (Lost is No. 2 of 4, with a posthumously published novelette tacked on) is the physics and cosmography cooked up by Venusian scientists who have never seen the heavens, the sun, stars, etc., because of Venus’ impenetrable cloud cover. Absent these observations, what they come up with is simply astounding: and all of its contradictions can be resolved by multiplying all the numbers by the square root of minus one: an imaginary number, and a wonderful little joke by Burroughs.

Hey, wait a minute! Was he the sucker, or am I? Like, didn’t he just show that the whole Venusian system of science was based on a completely erroneous model of the universe? Was he having a long, long laugh at all the wise men of his day?

P.S.–If you don’t see what I’m getting at, try it yourself. Multiply any number by the square root of minus one and see what you get.

I am Confused (About This Election)

I suppose in the end it will be obvious: vote for whoever the Republicans nominate, or else get Hillary and kiss America goodbye. Unless she gets indicted first.

I think we have been here before.

First I was for Cruz, then for Trump, and now it’s I dunno. There’s something about the Cruz campaign that makes me uneasy. As for Trump, how is that anything but a crap shoot?

I was for Cruz because I thought he was a real conservative, if there is such a thing anywhere in our political class. I was for Trump because I passionately detest the Republican Party leadership and want to see it kicked down the stairs. But in the meantime, the partisans of both Cruz and Trump are tearing down each other’s candidate so badly that it may not be possible to repair the damage in time to keep Mrs. Bloody Awful out of the White House.

I have a soft spot for Ben Carson, but, gee–now he wants to do away with the Electoral College, the only thing that keeps the country from being ruled forever by a couple of Democrat machines in large, incredibly corrupt cities in a handful of states. Anyhow, he’s not running anymore.

O Lord my God, if you’re thinking of intervening in America’s national life just about now, I think it’d be a very good time for you to do so.

An Amazing Historical Surprise

Betcha didn’t know the youngest son of Benito Mussolini–yes, that Mussolini!–had a long and successful career as an internationally-recognized jazz pianist and jazz trio leader. And here’s a bit of his music to prove it.

One critic joshed that Romano Mussolini, as musician, “made the refrains run on time.”

One of the dictator’s granddaughters is a big wheel in Italian politics and has served in the European Parliament.

I find this kind of hard to take in. How about you?

‘Savior, More Than Life to Me’

Let us turn to something infinitely more edifying–Savior, More Than Life to Me by Fanny Crosby, performed by the Harding College Concert Choir.

My thanks to Robert Cottrill–and visit his website, wordwisehymns.com (  http://wordwisehymns.com/2010/02/12/today-in-1894-albert-ketchum-born/ ).

The other day was the anniversary of Fanny Crosby’s death, in 1915. During her 95 years of life, this blind woman composed between 8,500 and 9,000 hymns! That deserves an exclamation point. Indeed, if you have a favorite hymn dating from the 19th or the early 20th century, chances are Fanny Crosby wrote it.

What a gift God gave her! And what a gift she was to us.

New Discoveries in King Tut’s Tomb?

Queen Nefertiti… Is she waiting to be discovered?

When Howard Carter opened Pharaoh Tutankhamen’s intact tomb in 1922, it was the archaeological discovery of the century.

Now some scientists are saying that radar scans indicate that there may be more discoveries, equally sensational, to be made in the same tomb ( http://www.huffingtonpost.com/entry/king-tut-tomb-metal-organics_us_56eb7878e4b03a640a6a2228 ).

It should be noted that Zahi Hawass, the dean of Egyptian archaeology, says it’s all a lot of hot air.

But if there were a great discovery to be made, what could it be? Queen Nefertiti’s tomb? She’s famous for a beautiful portrait bust made during her lifetime.

Or could it be the tomb of Ankh-es-en-amen, King Tut’s queen, whose last resting place has yet to be found?

Either way, it would be a spectacular discovery–mummies, treasure, objects of art, and maybe even an answer to the question that still tantalizes Egyptologists–was the boy pharaoh murdered, or did he die of natural causes?

Tut is historically significant because his father, Pharaoh Ikhnaten, tried to impose a monotheistic religion on Egypt, some 3,300 years ago.

I once had a neighbor who said King Tut was secretly living somewhere in his building, but I suppose he was mistaken.

Anyhow, it’s been a very long time since such a splashy discovery was made, and Egypt could certainly use the publicity–not to mention a likely boost in tourism.

Stay tuned for further developments.