Recommended by Ricochet Members Created with Sketch. How Will It End?

 

At the Battle of Camlann, King Arthur fought his bastard son, Mordred. In the end both were dead: Arthur pierced with Mordred’s lance and Mordred by a thrust of Arthur’s sword. Mordred was the spawn of incest between Arthur and his sister. In the telling of the Arthurian legend in the movie Excalibur, this liaison was a result of a spell, not unnatural lust on the part of Arthur. Even so, Arthur’s punishment for incest is his own death at the hands of his bastard. At least that is what is prophesied. Arthur seeks to avoid this fate by banishing his baby son. But Mordred returns years later to foment rebellion and take Arthur’s crown. The ensuing battle only ends in death at the hands of each other.

Keener minds than my own might fashion this into a metaphor of the American experience. A foundation of liberty, but not for all. A conflict inherent in the dynamic tension that exists between the power of the individual and the power of the collective. A complex modernity that relies on technocrats whose moral fiber is tested not to take advantage of and control the masses for the benefit of the elite.

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Recommended by Ricochet Members Created with Sketch. Whoever This Guy Is, We Like Him

 

A moment ago, shortly after the momentous Auburn-Georgia game ended and Fox News started up, I looked up momentarily from my Ricochet terminal, and saw and heard somebody being interviewed by Mark Levin.

I commented to the Brown-eyed Beauty, “Whoever this guy is, we like this guy.”

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Recommended by Ricochet Members Created with Sketch. The Service of Cold War Warriors

 

When we meditate on Service, we should pause and say a quiet “thank you” to the people that fought the Cold War.

My father was a Cold War-era CIA guy. Not a debonair, tuxedo-wearing, sneak-upstairs-to-crack-the-safe-for-the-super-secret-codes-during-the-Ambassador’s-cocktail-party CIA guy. He was a communicator. As my father told me countless times growing up, and then I heard about a bajillion times after I joined the Army, it doesn’t matter how awesome the intel is if you can’t push it up and out to the people that can use it. He and his cohort were hard-working, hard-drinking, knuckle-scarred hard cases, and they would–by God–get the intel out.

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Contributor Post Created with Sketch. An Imperfect Process

 

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Recommended by Ricochet Members Created with Sketch. ‘Regular Channels’

 

Those not enrolled Ambassador Marie’s booster club may be baffled by the rather selective integrity on display. She speaks for her group (deep state/ interagency consensus/ career policy staff/ whatever) when she says that she disapproved of Rudy Giuliani wandering in and identifying which investigation targets the US government should instruct the Ukrainian government to investigate or not investigate. But the same group had no problem with a do-not-investigate list from “regular channels” nor any reservations about working closely with DNC operatives looking for dirt on anyone connected with Trump. And, of course, her testimony was totally unaffected by Trump firing her for overt partisan allegiances and actions. (How dare he!)

Leaving aside the issue of Mr. Giuliani’s spectacularly poor judgment in this entire matter, we need to get a clearer understanding of “regular channels.” One might think that “channel” implies a passive conduit through which information and directives flow. One would be wrong. These “regular channels” get to decide what flows through them, like a cable box that can veto your viewing choices. It means deference to sensibilities if not the specific preferences of The Experts.

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Recommended by Ricochet Members Created with Sketch. Coca-Cola’s Sprite Brand Pushes Teen Transgenderism

 

Coca-Cola, which owns Sprite, has launched a campaign of commercials that celebrate transgenderism for teens and depicts mothers lovingly helping their offspring to present themselves to the world as a false depiction of their actual sexuality and biological gender. I’m curious what the reason is that Coca-Cola executives felt they needed to push this message.

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Recommended by Ricochet Members Created with Sketch. Service: The Magic Bus

 

Sometimes just surviving customer service is sufficient . . .

It was September 1978 and my then-girlfriend (and now wife of 39 years) and I were trying to find the cheapest way back to Paris from Athens.

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Recommended by Ricochet Members Created with Sketch. They Look Like Boys…

 

My youngest daughter is a senior in high school. Tonight, she has a few friends over. There are two boys and three girls in the bonus room over my garage, playing board games. They seem like good kids. But the strangest thing just happened.

The flapper in the toilet upstairs sometimes doesn’t seal, and the toilet runs. I’ve been meaning to fix it, but I haven’t gotten around to it. Anyway, one of the kids used the toilet, and the toilet kept running and running. I heard it, and I knew immediately what was wrong. When I got up there, my daughter and another girl were standing in the bathroom looking in the open tank, jiggling things in the tank trying to fix it. The two boys were still laying on the floor in the bonus room, fiddling around with the board game. The scene was surreal, like I had unknowingly entered a parallel dimension.

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Recommended by Ricochet Members Created with Sketch. Quirky Service and Other Hazards of Shopping Local

 

My 2004 Subaru interior needed cleaning—badly. And since I was looking to start a new job where I would be driving my car, I needed to get it done soon. I did a quick Facebook search and found a local car detailing business. The reviews were glowing. But besides the votes of confidence, it was hard to get much in the way of crucial information from what the page offered. A bead on the location would have been helpful. I called the number and the proprietor said he charged $150. I would need to leave the car all of Monday. Later, when I had questions, a couple of my text queries went unanswered.

It was a pain dropping the vehicle off. Other detailing businesses I’d seen offered to come to you with their supplies. And it complicated things that the detailing business lacked clear signage. “Across the street from the Toyota dealership” wasn’t helping me. I pulled into a body shop that seemed close to the description of where I was to turn and asked the woman behind the desk whether anyone recognized the name of the business I was looking for. No, they’d never heard of it. Customers seated against the walls of the cramped pre-fab office regarded me with interest. I pulled back out onto the busy highway and finally found the establishment behind a car wash.

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Recommended by Ricochet Members Created with Sketch. Quote of the Day: Being Woke

 

“The goal of our culture now is not the emancipation of the individual from the group, but the permanent definition of the individual by the group. We used to call this bigotry. Now we call it being woke.” – Andrew Sullivan

I know it is Andrew Sullivan. And he helped build the culture he is decrying in this quote. But a true statement is a true statement. If you are woke, you are a bigot. Even Andrew Sullivan realizes that.

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Recommended by Ricochet Members Created with Sketch. President Trump’s Bossier City Rally

 

President Trump scheduled a rally in Monroe, LA, and son #2 (Socrimedes) asked me to take him. Monroe is a two-hour drive, plus waiting in line, and actually a bridge too far. But the rumor was that Trump would be coming near my home, so I begged off.

When it was announced he was coming to Bossier City, I knew I was going. I took off work at 1400 to get Socrimedes after school. Although people had been lining up since the morning and vendors had been outside the venue for days, I was pretty confident we would get in. We parked at a buddy’s business (other parking was full) and walked the mile to the CenturyLink Center. We ended up on our feet for about an hour and a half.

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Recommended by Ricochet Members Created with Sketch. What Harshes My Mellow: Part 5

 

After the brouhaha of my last post, a critique of the myth of the Noble Savage, and a follow-up post on the question of why that same Indian post with 48 Likes didn’t make it to the Main Feed (a post that rained down a few brickbats upon my sensitive bald head), I thought I would back off from controversy and post my usual inconsequential essay on things that harsh my mellow. Too much excitement in my life threatens my serenity.

I keep thinking that I’m going to run out of things that harsh my mellow. After all, I’m an easy-going guy who doesn’t let many things bother me. But as I go about my day, something annoys me and I think, ”Criminently, the Ricochet peeps are going to want to know about this.”

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Contributor Post Created with Sketch. Recommended by Ricochet Members Created with Sketch. Progressive ‘Justice’ in One Tweet

 

From my favorite “Progressive” Twitter accounts, @stopbigmoney, the multimillionaires at Mothership Strategies:

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Recommended by Ricochet Members Created with Sketch. Batchen’ It

 

Until at/about 23 NOV, I’m a geographic bachelor. Friday afternoon, the Lovely and Talented Mrs. Mongo (a.k.a., Supernurse) and our eldest daughter (call sign: PROM QUEEN, who is in her final phase of nursing school) left to prep and then care for my beloved mother-in-law (may God hold her in His hand and Bless her black heart) for the next coupla weeks.

So, it’s just me and the dogs.

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Recommended by Ricochet Members Created with Sketch. Small-Town Life

 

Until we moved to our current home in 1996, my wife and I had always lived in cities or on military bases. Small town life was a revelation for us. We live in a rural area and I worked in a small-town high school for 16 years after leaving my corporate job. Going to town is always an experience, as everyplace we go is staffed by former students and their parents.

Waitresses know your name and usually have an idea what you will order. When we respond to medical or other calls for our fire department, we typically know the family, which is a big relief for people under stress. When I visit the schools in town (I’m on the school board), I see the children of my former students, and other former students work in the schools now.

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Recommended by Ricochet Members Created with Sketch. Hasn’t This Occurred to Anyone Else?

 

We tell our kids that the world is ending because of global warming and anything they do about it is insufficient. We teach them that their country is something to be ashamed of, not proud. We make sure that they have no heroes by describing anyone admirable in the worst possible way. We preach that if they are white or male they are to blame for most of society’s problems, and that their repentance will never be good enough. We denigrate or remove any masculine influence in their lives. We sneer at religious faith and teach that morality is relative. And we’re surprised when they shoot up a school?

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Recommended by Ricochet Members Created with Sketch. Proud Papa Presents: My Rosie

 

As some of you know, I’m a proud father of four. I have two boys (24 and 17) and two girls (15 and 10). Thus far, I’ve generally bragged on my oldest — Michael — because, having had more time on the planet, he’s accomplished more thus far. Michael is a sergeant in the Marine Reserves on active deployment in Latin America.

Now, if you’ll indulge me, I’d like to brag on my youngest, Rosie. Rosie and her older sister are in a terrific performing group in Tucson called Kids Unlimited and they just had their fall show. Rosie had her first big-show solo, singing “When Will My Life Begin?” which is the opening song to the Disney movie Tangled. (Based on Rapunzel, for those of you who haven’t seen it.)

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Recommended by Ricochet Members Created with Sketch. Ears to the Ground…

 

I work with a lot of people over 65 in my business. I’m located in a fairly rural area in deep East Texas. I always keep my politics to myself with my customers as it is not relevant to my work. However, on occasion, a customer will straight out ask me or will offer their own thoughts to me for my comment.

I don’t know what is in the water today but every customer I spoke to had a political comment today and all were along the lines of “I don’t know what has happened to the Democrats, they have gone over the deep end!” Remember, this area has morphed into a Republican area, but this area once was the very definition of yellow-dog Democrat county just ten years ago.

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Recommended by Ricochet Members Created with Sketch. Friday Food and Drink Post: Brrrr! Chili!

 

It’s been unseasonably cold here at Chez She for the last week or so, most notably a couple of mornings ago when the thermometer on the North side of the house gleefully reported that it was 9F (-13C) outside when I crawled out of my nice warm bed. So I’ve broken out some of my tried-and-true Winter-Warm-Up recipes (the non-alcoholic ones, for now), and the fridge is full of chicken noodle soup, shepherd’s pie, and chili.

I love chili. And, thanks to my cast-iron stomach, I don’t have to drop the other shoe and follow that with “but chili doesn’t love me,” as so many unfortunates must. I like my chili hot, spicy, beany and with a hunk of warm cornbread on the side. Unfortunately, though, Mr. She doesn’t share my taste, on this matter at least. He dislikes beans. He doesn’t have a cast-iron stomach. And he has fond memories of the “chili” he ate growing up, a watery concoction of my mother-in-law’s, that had ground beef, chopped up onions, chopped up celery, and tomatoes. With elbow macaroni. When he thinks of chili, that’s what he thinks of. Nothing else will do.

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Recommended by Ricochet Members Created with Sketch. Greta’s Strange World

 

The left, it seems, tends to choose its examples poorly. They want to highlight police brutality against innocent black men, and they choose Michael Brown, a known criminal who died while trying to kill a police officer after robbing a convenience store. They want to highlight the corruption of Donald Trump, and they choose Ukraine, where Vice President Biden’s son earned millions of dollars selling influence in the Obama administration. They want to highlight global warming climate change, and they choose an autistic high school sophomore who struggles to demonstrate any emotions beyond contempt and anger. Who comes up with this stuff?

Greta Thunberg must live in a strange world right now. She went from a teenage girl who struggled socially and had no particular gift for math or science, to a worldwide authority on meteorology, oceanography, thermodynamics, solar nuclear physics, botany, geology, agriculture, petroleum engineering, international transportation systems, and lots of other stuff she’d never heard of until the day before yesterday. Her handlers arrange her public appearances and write her speeches. Powerful people from corporations and agencies she’s never heard of beg for her endorsement. She becomes a slave to her own celebrity, which must seem to her to have appeared suddenly, like a genie from a bottle. I would struggle with all the pressures on her, and I’m 50 years old. She’s 16.

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Recommended by Ricochet Members Created with Sketch. Hokey Croaky

 

Ripples spread out across the surface of the lagoon, sparkling in the starlight, as the girl surfaced from under the water. Trailing behind her, there bobbed up a coloured glass lantern, sealed around the edges with a grey, clayey substance. Well, this dress has probably seen its last dance, she thought as she swam for the shore. The lantern came floating along with her.

In the distance, coloured lights glowed and strange music played out across the night. The dance goes on, as they say. Carefully, she lifted the lantern out of the water and hauled herself up onto the rocks. There was a kind of dull tap on the glass. A frog peered out at her. It was a bit hard to see through the coloured glass, but something about its eyes and the way it looked at her was somehow … human. She scraped away some of the clay with her nails and twisted. ‘Alright, buddy,’ she said, her voice coming out as a hoarse whisper, ‘you want to explain what’s going on?’

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Recommended by Ricochet Members Created with Sketch. Service and Sacrifice: What We Owe in Return

 

“It is for us the living, rather, to be dedicated here to the unfinished work which they who fought here have thus far so nobly advanced. It is rather for us to be here dedicated to the great task remaining before us—that from these honored dead we take increased devotion to that cause for which they gave the last full measure of devotion—that we here highly resolve that these dead shall not have died in vain—that this nation, under God, shall have a new birth of freedom—and that government of the people, by the people, for the people, shall not perish from the earth.” —Abraham Lincoln

Next week will mark the 156th anniversary of the Gettysburg address. The speech was not about the fallen but about the moral obligation their sacrifice creates for the living. In the unique case of the United States of America, soldiers fight for an ideal and for a nation based on that ideal. Our nation is not a mere emergent property of race, ethnic faction, religion, and/or territorial accident. The existence of our nation is a continuous conscious choice that must be renewed. Lincoln tells us to be the nation that was worth dying for. We must live in justice and freedom with the courage of imagination and innovation that is our national character.

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Recommended by Ricochet Members Created with Sketch. Bombshells and Explosions, Oh My!

 

I’ve been watching the Schiff tribunal without swearing at the television. I will admit to laughing out loud at times. I also have used my little finger to pull down the corner of my lower eyelid. That’s an Italian gesture that my mom adopted when she and my dad lived in Italy. It’s much more polite than exclaiming “[redacted].” A subtle tug when someone is lying to you. My mom used it when she knew that her three boys were not telling her the full story. She told us the story of signs posted inside passenger trains in Italy admonishing passengers not to spit on the floor of the car. She said Italians that were offended by the signs, who had no intention of spitting on the floor of the car would instead spit on the sign. There’s a lesson in there for those who wish to become nannies in a Nanny State.

My mom and dad have passed away. My brothers and I call October the cruel month. They passed away in the month of October, one year apart from each other. We lived in India for two years when my dad was assigned to the US Embassy in New Delhi as an Assistant Naval Attache. Mom expressed what she thought of diplomatic duty in a photograph, and a comment she made on the back of the photograph. Mom is in the center of the photo, dad is in uniform. Note the man in the background holding his nose.

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Recommended by Ricochet Members Created with Sketch. Wolf Blitzer Tells Kellyanne Conway Her Marriage ‘Has Issues’

 

One of Ricochet’s finest has encouraged us to be more concise. No problemo. My title is my article. Almost. I just can’t conform myself instantly to these new disciplines. I need some time to adjust. I’ll try to keep it short, though:

  1. Mark Steyn said, on Tucker’s show tonight, that Kellyanne Conway shoved Wolf Blitzer’s ploy down his throat.
  2. She said that Blitzer had embarrassed himself (about five seconds earlier…I wish I, and other American liberals, were that quick on our feet) by asserting on national TV that she, Kellyanne and her husband had marital problems, but that he didn’t want to talk about these presumed problems on national TV.
  3. Kellyanne brought the obvious contradiction to Blitzer’s attention, leaving him desperately dodging and trying to change the subject. (Wolf’s script presumably read, “Kellyanne is flustered by your personal attack, and starts weeping like any fragile woman would who is attacked by a famous, powerful Man like you, Wolf…”

Like Mark Steyn, I remarked–to the Boat Wife–on what Kellyanne did in real time to Blitzer, and by association to CNN and the establishment propaganda machine, in anatomical terms.

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