Category Archives: The Culture

“The common curse of mankind, – folly and ignorance”*

“The American Council of Trustees and Alumni (ACTA) has released a report titled ‘The Unkindest Cut: Shakespeare in Exile 2015.’ According to the report’s author, Dr. Michael Poliakoff, only 4 out of the top 52 liberal arts colleges and universities in the country require English majors to take a course on Shakespeare. ‘If reading Shakespeare is not central to a liberal education, what is? For English majors to miss out is far worse. A degree in English without serious study of Shakespeare is like a major in Greek Literature without the serious study of Homer. It is tantamount to fraud…’ writes Poliakoff.”

You could say that about most non-STEM college degrees nowadays. I had two semesters of Shakespeare back in 1965-66 for my English degree. Best courses I took. From which I now know the source of so many catch phrases of modern English speech:

The lady doth protest too much; To thine ownself be true; The play’s the thing; All the world’s a stage; Brevity is the soul of wit; Now is the winter of our discontent; A horse, a horse, my kingdom for a horse; Off with his head!…etc.

Even to some minorities-soon-to-be-majorities, such losses are strange: White Man: Why Are You Giving Away Your Country?

*Troilus and Cressida, Act II, Scene III

Via Instapundit.

Saigon fell 40 years ago today

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Most of my OCS classmates still consider the American war in Vietnam to have been a misguided intervention in a civil war. For my part I saw both confirmations and contradictions of American policy and practice, making me an outlier even among my peers. Let alone with scumbags like John Kerry, single-handed author in 1973 1971 of the baby-killer myth that still dogs some of us.

This photo goes with a WSJ opinion piece backing the still-disputed policy position that we were helping our South Vietnamese allies fight aggression from North Vietnam. You could, of course, call that a civil war, as well, since they were cousins. Although the war’s persistent critics tend to see the civil war in terms of the black-pajamaed Viet Cong, who were mainly Southerners.

My South Vietnamese militia companies in the northern part of South Vietnam in 1969, however, rarely fought the VC. Most of the time we were in contact with small units of uniformed North Vietnamese Army soldiers who generally inflicted more casualties on us than we did on them.

The WSJ piece also resurrects the idea that “historians generally agree” we were winning the war in its last years of our involvement before the Democrat congress (with the acquiescence of a Republican president) decided to bow to the anti-war protesters (people like Kerry and our probable next president Hillary Clinton) and cut and run.

I presume these historians base their conclusions on Pentagon statistics, some of whom were collected by young lieutenants like me in what was called the Hamlet Evaluation System. The monthly HES reports were supposed to measure civilian loyalty to the Saigon regime which was taken to be a metric of who was winning. My own reports were deemed too negative by my superior and were rewritten to reflect command optimism though only I had visited the hamlets in question. So I discount the claims of winning, at least in 1969, while agreeing that we were fighting aggression more than we were a civil war.

Does it matter after forty years? The WSJ author (a two-tour Army officer who went back as a civilian to help evacuate South Vietnamese orphans) says it does because it’s weakened U.S. standing in the world. It’s hard to see how it could be any weaker with our Little Barry as president. But we may not have had him at all without the cut-n-run four decades ago. We certainly would not have Mr. Baby-Killer himself for a U.S. Secretary of State.

As for us alleged baby-killers, we all became eligible for a shiny new medal in the early 1990s. The citation says that by countering Communist agression (North Vietnamese, VC, Russian, take your pick) we helped win the Cold War. How’s that for irony?

Our Urban Dictatorship

Tired of Democrat presidents? Figure Godzillary’s a shoo-in for another eight years of the same ol’, same ol’? Well get used to it. The whole country outside the big cities can vote Republican and the Democrats will still get in.

“While there were 2,126 counties that voted Republican all four elections and only 461 that consistently voted Democratic, significantly more people live in those fewer — and more populous — Democratic counties. So there is a base of 132 million people (using 2014 population estimates for counties) that have backed Democrats four elections in a row. 117.2 million have backed the GOP.”

Read it all. And weep.

Defining yourself as a series of holes

It’s impolitic, these days, to say so, but the so-called transgender are altogether too weird for me. Not that I want to cage them or anything. I just prefer to stay clear.

I do know the mother of a lesbian who will soon marry her girlfriend. Not as another lesbian, but rather as a so-called transgender male, instead. After the operation, which JD over at Mouth of the Brazos calls an “addadicktome.”

Good luck with that. To my mind these are mentally-ill people who’ve secured the cooperation of amoral and money-grubbing surgeons in mutilating themselves. They can change their genitals and add or subtract breasts but not their genes or their musculature. Not yet, anyhow. And the Jenners among them are going to turn athletics upside down.

As JD says: “Rule changes will quickly follow to allow them to compete, that’s what will happen, and that particular sport will be ruined forever.”

As the late, great shock comic Patrice O’Neal said:  “See, I gave you the chance to talk and you qualified yourself as a series of holes.”

Via Instapundit.

The Ghost of Plumbing Past

Our pal Akaky, one of the (apparently few) literate denizens of the upper regions of the Vampire State, frequently works at trying to be funny. And sometimes he scores big, as in this post of the preceding headline:

“One would think, given that the dead are, in fact, dead, and therefore have no further need for an excretory system that they would choose to inhabit some other portion of the house, like the living room, the bedrooms, or the kitchen, rooms redolent with time and family memory, unlike the bathroom, which is only redolent of last night’s dinner.”

Read on. If you need a good laugh. And who doesn’t?

APQ’s new album

This is one cool jazz album you gotta have. It’s Latin American jazz, called nuevo tango, mostly original but all in the style of Astor Piazzolla, an Argentine composer who grew up in Italy and later moved to Brazil. But nevermind all that confusion.

APQ is my genius violin teacher James Anderson’s quintet, called the Austin Piazzolla Quintet and this their new (third) album is called, simply, APQ. And it’s been out there for purchase (for as little as $10 for ten tunes at an average of six minutes each, but you should be generous and pay $20) for several days now.

Try it. I’ll be very surprised if you don’t like it.

Treasure Island

Mr. Stevenson’s Treasure Island is still one of my favorites, though the last time I read it was to Mr. B. just before he learned to read. I often think of young Jim Hawkins, Long John Silver and old Ben Gunn and his secret in the cave.

And Blind Pew and the fabled black spot.

And, of course, the book is at least 300 percent better than the movies, even the 1934 classic with Wallace Beery. Or the 1990 remake with Charlton Heston.

As reviewer Robert Guttman says at Amazon (where the ebook version linked above is free!): “No boy [or girl] ever really outgrows Treasure Island.”

Via Miriam’s Ideas.

UPDATE:  I used the link to get a free copy and I’m rereading it!