Thursday, 21 February 2013

Ja wohl, mein Fuehrer


This should bother you. It should bother you a lot. In fact, unless you are a bobbleheaded Kool Aid drinker it should terrify you.

Okay now. All together. Let's all group think for Obama.

From Tom Gilson over at Thinking Christian comes this terrifying piece on political correctness, a la thought control, at East Carolina University. Can we all say Seig Heil? Ja wohl, mein Fuehrer.

If you think “gay rights” is a perfectly innocent and harmless matter, please read this from Mike Adams about a major assault being made on freedom of religion and conscience in North Carolina.

Mike usually takes a wry, satirical tone in his writings. This could have been a nice noir fiction piece on the deep intolerance of “tolerance.” But Mike was stone-cold sober this time, and his article wasn't fiction.

East Carolina University has set aside a day on which all faculty “homophobics” must wear an armband making it easy to identify them at a glance. Well, not really—that's my own semi-fictional take on it—but it's far too close for comfort. In actual fact the university has assigned a day for faculty members to wear an assigned brown shirt bearing the message, “Gay? Fine By Me.”

Yes, I did say “assigned brown shirt” and “assigned day.” The effect will be no different from an armband in reverse.

ECU's administration is also asking students to join in the campus-wide campaign to pressure private conscience into public conformity.

Any faculty member who chooses not to publicly parrot the assigned message on that day will be quite identifiably “homophobic.” The administration is apparently asking departments to take faculty group photos showing support for the campaign, thus making a permanent record of who is or is not a “homophobe.”

It's an incredible assault on freedom of thought, freedom of association, and freedom of conscience—at a public university. It is harmful, and it is wrong.

Note on “brown:” The first commenter here has correctly noted that the shirts have not been identified as being brown. I got that from the title of Mike's article, where he was, I think, alluding to something very similar to what I had in mind with my armband allusion.

We'll Have A Gay Old Time


So, trivia buffs, what is the movie playing at the drive-in theatre during the closing credits of The Flintstones? The Monster.

Knowing that won me a trivia contest at WCAU Radio back in 1972 in the days when 'CAU was 'all talk radio' and the evening shifts were hosted by Sol Weinstein from 10:00 p.m.to 2:00 ia.m. and by Ron Owens from 2:00 to 6:00. I listened to Weinstein every night all through high school and cried the night he left radio.
When I moved out west in 1972 I could no longer get WCAU in spite of it being a 50,000 watt clear radio station.

It has been over 40 years now but I can still do their station breaks for them.

"This is WCAU in Philadelphia. The numbers to call are Mohawk 7-0500, Woodlawn 3-5909, or Tennyson 9-6790."

I told you I listened every night.

Those numbers have stayed with me all those years. Ask me my drivers license number and I have to look in my wallet though.

It has been another day from hell. Mother's turn to be really sick again. For a month she has complained of pain. First in her groin, then in her hip, finally in her calf. Yesterday her calf was swollen and today the results were back - deep vein thrombosis. Two clots in her legs. One in the calf and one in her thigh.

Of course convincing her she created this problem by sitting on her skinny butt in a chair for hours on end is nigh on impossible and that was what she did for a solid month on her last downhill slide.

So now it is a week of going to the hospital every day for 8 days and getting blood thinning injection and 8 months of warfarin and 8 months of wearing surgical hose once we can find one that will fit her.
And, of course, hold our breath for a couple weeks.

So there you have it, another episode in As the Stomach Churns.

A Life Like No Other - Howard G. Hendricks (1924 - 2013)


Howard Hendricks died this morning. That will probably not mean anything to anyone here on this social media site but it fills me with a profound and ineffable sadness. I only met Dr. Hendricks once and that 50 years ago but that meeting made a life long mark on me and I have followed Professor Hendricks life, teaching, books, and speeches for as long back as I can remember.

We live in an age where few men are honorable and fewer yet receive honor but this extraordinary man was loved by tens of thousands of people and while probably no one reading this knew Hendricks there are circles where his was a household name and this morning the millions who have been touched by his life will be in mourning.

I grew up in a time when people had personal heroes. Of course that was also a time when there were heroes to be had. Dr. Howard G. Hendricks was one of them.

A while back I threatened to do a post or a series of posts of the heroes in my life, the men whose lives have impacted mine and formed my thoughts or whom I have just admired. In a list or blog posting of those heroes "Prof" would have been number one on the list.

Doing that blog post was to have served another purpose as well. I had intended to use it to begin writing letters to the heroes on the list who were still alive thanking them for their lives and their contributions to society. I never did. This morning I deeply regret not having done so.

No, I didn't attend DTS. Prof was not my academic Prof. But he was, none the less, one of my teachers. I wish I had written to thank him when he retired, finally, two years ago at 87. Like tens of thousands of people I didn't write. As much as it pains me not having done so I think it was probably okay. Hendricks knew how deeply he was appreciated by people around the world.

Few men attain the stature of Howard Hendricks. Fewer still gain his level of love and respect.
I am deeply saddened today while remaining grateful to have been touched by his life.

I will leave you with a bit of wisdom from Dr. Hendricks. "Don't let the elephants stand on your air hose."

Howard G. Hendricks (1924 - 2013)