Saturday, May 10, 2008

Wild Is The Wind


David Bowie


Black River


Amos Lee


Thursday, May 08, 2008

Hocus Pocus by Focus


What the hell was wrong with these guys?


Wednesday, May 07, 2008

Joshua Redman With
The Great Brad Mehldau On Piano
And Brian Blade On Drums


Joshua Redman - Straight Ahead


The Jihad Against Christians In The Sudan


The media refers to it as the "Darfur Crisis." That's a lame name for a genocide which has, in effect, been going on for 24 years, resulting in the murder of well over 2 million Christians and Animists.

The Sudanese Genocide is an Islamic Jihad against Infidels. It is the systematic murder, by Muslims, of those who will not bow to Allah.


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An Excerpt
From
Letters
To A
Young Poet



By Rainer Maria Rilke (Thanks to Reliapundit)


"For the Sake of a Single Poem"


"... Ah, poems amount to so little when you write them too early in your life. You ought to wait and gather sense and sweetness for a whole lifetime, and a long one if possible, and then, at the very end, you might perhaps be able to write ten good lines.

For poems are not, as people think, simply emotions (one has emotions early enough)--they are experiences.

For the sake of a single poem, you must see many cities, many people and Things, you must understand animals, must feel how birds fly, and know the gesture which small flowers make when they open in the morning.

You must be able to think back to streets in unknown neighbourhoods, to unexpected encounters, and to partings you had long seen coming; to days of childhood whose mystery is still unexplained, to parents whom you had to hurt when they brought in a joy and you didn't pick it up (it was a joy meant for somebody else--); to childhood illnesses that began so strangely with so many profound and difficult transformations, to days in quiet, restrained rooms and to mornings by the sea, to the sea itself, to seas, to nights of travel that rushed along overhead and went flying with all the stars,--and it is still not enough to be able to think of all that.

You must have memories of many nights of love, each one different from all the others, memories of women screaming in labor, and of light, pale, sleeping girls who have just given birth and are closing again.

But you must also have been beside the dying, must have sat beside the dead in the room with the open window and scattered noises.

And it is not yet enough to have memories. You must be able to forget them when they are many, and you must have the immense patience to wait until they return.


For the memories themselves are not important. Only when they have changed into our very blood, into glance and gesture, and are nameless, no longer to be distinguished from ourselves-- only then can it happen that in some very rare hour the first word of a poem arises in their midst and goes forth from them."

Monday, May 05, 2008


Mildred Loving,
Matriarch
Of
Interracial
Marriage,
Dies


From the Associated Press:


RICHMOND, Va. - Mildred Loving, a black woman whose challenge to Virginia's ban on interracial marriage led to a landmark Supreme Court ruling striking down such laws nationwide, has died, her daughter said Monday.

Peggy Fortune said Loving, 68, died Friday at her home in rural Milford. She did not disclose the cause of death.

"I want (people) to remember her as being strong and brave yet humble — and believed in love," Fortune told The Associated Press.

Loving and her white husband, Richard, changed history in 1967 when the U.S. Supreme Court upheld their right to marry. The ruling struck down laws banning racially mixed marriages in at least 17 states.

"There can be no doubt that restricting the freedom to marry solely because of racial classifications violates the central meaning of the equal protection clause," the court ruled in a unanimous decision.

Her husband died in 1975.

Shy and soft-spoken, Loving shunned publicity and in a rare interview with The Associated Press last June, insisted she never wanted to be a hero — just a bride.

"It wasn't my doing," Loving said. "It was God's work."


Go read the whole thing.


The Islamic
Golden
Rule


The Muslims Make the Rules

Islam twists everything up into surreal webs of logic from which no man can escape with his soul.

Observe, the Islamic Golden Rule:


In his Last Sermon, the Prophet Muhammad admonished believers:

"Hurt no one so that no one may hurt you." (Pastorius note: This is not moral thinking. Instead, it is just practical advice based upon the idea of reciprocity.)

Jeffrey Wattles holds that the ethic of reciprocity appears in the
following statements attributed to Muhammad:

[20] “Woe to those . . . who, when they have to receive by measure from
men, exact full measure, but when they have to give by measure or weight to men,
give less than due”

[21] The Qur'an commends "those who show their affection to such as came to
them for refuge and entertain no desire in their hearts for things given to the
(latter), but give them preference over themselves"

[22] “None of you [truly] believes until he wishes for his brother what he
wishes for himself.”

[23] "Seek for mankind that of which you are desirous for yourself, that
you may be a believer; treat well as a neighbor the one who lives near you, that
you may be a Muslim
[one who submits to God]."

[24] “That which you want for yourself, seek for mankind.”

[24] "The most righteous of men is the one who is glad that men should have
what is pleasing to himself, and who dislikes for them what is for him
disagreeable."



In other words, make a rule, for all mankind, of whatever you desire for yourself. Does that sound familiar? It ought to, as it is the basic idea of leftism as well.

The Islamic Golden Rule is not anything like the Judeo-Christian Golden Rule, which calls for us to treat each other as we would want to be treated.

Instead, the Islamic Golden Rule is a formula for totalitarianism.

Islam is not a religion exhorting its followers on to be better people. It is, instead, a totalitarian ideology, pure and simple.

Sunday, May 04, 2008

Larry Norman


Larry Norman, the father of Christian Rock Music, died recently. He died in obscurity, not able to afford an operation that may have helped him revive and live longer.

He was reviled during his time, and even now, many of those who follow in his footsteps do not give credit where credit is due. Many of us look back on him and think he was too simplistic, too jingoistic, maybe too fundamentalist.

But, the man was a great musician, and he deserves to be remembered. He deserves canonization.

Beyond being a great musician and singer, he was also a great songwriter and producer of music.

Here are some examples.











Mony Mony


Yeah!

Despite the silly clothes and the posing, Billy Idol was the man. (And, of course, what would rock n' roll be without silly clothes and posing?)