"The fox knows many things, but the hedgehog knows one big thing."

                --Archilochus

Glenn Reynolds:
"Heh."

Barack Obama:
"Impossible to transcend."

Albert A. Gore, Jr.:
"An incontinent brute."

Rev. Jeremiah Wright:
"God damn the Gentleman Farmer."

Friends of GF's Sons:
"Is that really your dad?"

Kickball Girl:
"Keeping 'em alive until 7:45."

Hired Hand:
"I think . . . we forgot the pheasant."




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Saturday, August 06, 2005

I Don't Care for Bob Novak

And I have no interest in defending him, discussing him, or commenting on him. Nothing political or personal, mind you, I just don't care for him. But the picture at the left got my attention.

It's a not a particularly good photoshop job, of course, and to that I have no objection. Add Photoshop to an Internet ocean of pictures, and much hilarity ensues.

But I wish to draw your attention (if that's actually necessary) to the particular picture of Novak that was chosen in this instance.

It appears HERE on a typically tedious secondary hive of the silly, angry Democrat left, called "Crooks and Liars." [Get it? Because everyone knows that the grownups running the country are all "crooks and liars?" You know: BushHitler, The Chimp, Halliburton, blood-for-oil. That stuff. The stuff that everyone knows. "Crooks and Liars." Droll, very droll.]

There are two possibilities. First, that the particular drones involved haven't the slightest notion of the significance of the ashes on Novak's forehead; Second, that they know very well what they mean, and for that precise reason selected this photograph.

I opt for the second explanation, if only because the first is simply too scary to contemplate.

But this prompts a question: Exactly what is the intended message?

It is not permitted to criticize Muslims, Hindus, animists, Confucians, or silly middle-aged women claiming to be witches, or to suggest that any of them are possibly in error.

But mocking Christianity is not only permitted, it's good for a cheap, sure-fire laugh from the sophisticates.

And there's a very good reason: They're afraid that we're right. It scares them. So they bluster and laugh, and choke down their fear, and they whistle loudly past the graveyard.

And they should be afraid.

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