[UnklGene]

ping!

[Kenton]

The couple had moved to New Orleans from Dalhousie in 2001 because the doctor, according to the Globe, "wanted to work in a Third World environment."

Darwin Award... no tears for this one.

[goldstategop]

Paul Gailiunas and his wife Helen Hill were typical liberal Bush haters who ended up falling victim to the pathologies of New Orleans' liberal culture. It reminds me of the story of Timothy Treadwell in Alaska who was attacked and eaten by a bear. The same people who denounce their own country for protecting them end up getting killed because they are clueless about the nature of the real world. The Counter Culture is dead and liberalism still remains a mental disorder.

"Show me just what Mohammed brought that was new, and there you will find things only evil and inhuman, such as his command to spread by the sword the faith he preached." - Manuel II Palelologus

[MadIvan]

I listen to a lot of classical music. Yet, I have no idea what an experimental cellist plays or does.

Regards, Ivan

[Amalie]

ping

[pabianice]

[Mr. Jeeves]

Instead, like most "nice" people, the Gailiunas were most agitated about Bush, Republicans, capitalism, the military, et cetera. They were so eternally worried about phantom threats they were blind to the genuine ones out there.

I'm not so sure about that. The Bush Derangement Syndrome is a symptom of a deeper malady - like many liberals, on some level, these people hated their lives on Earth and wanted to leave it. I think they knew exactly what kind of risks awaited them in New Orleans and subconsciously chose to put themselves in harm's way.

[HitmanLV]

Excellent Steynahol PING!

[Interesting Times]

It seems like a good time to repost this.

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The Gods of the Copybook Headings

As I pass through my incarnations in every age and race,
I make my proper prostrations to the Gods of the Market Place.
Peering through reverent fingers I watch them flourish and fall,
And the Gods of the Copybook Headings, I notice, outlast them all.

We were living in trees when they met us. They showed us each in turn
That Water would certainly wet us, as Fire would certainly burn:
But we found them lacking in Uplift, Vision and Breadth of Mind,
So we left them to teach the Gorillas while we followed the March of Mankind.

We moved as the Spirit listed. They never altered their pace,
Being neither cloud nor wind-borne like the Gods of the Market Place,
But they always caught up with our progress, and presently word would come
That a tribe had been wiped off its icefield, or the lights had gone out in Rome.

With the Hopes that our World is built on they were utterly out of touch,
They denied that the Moon was Stilton; they denied she was even Dutch;
They denied that Wishes were Horses; they denied that a Pig had Wings;
So we worshipped the Gods of the Market Who promised these beautiful things.

When the Cambrian measures were forming, They promised perpetual peace.
They swore, if we gave them our weapons, that the wars of the tribes would cease.
But when we disarmed They sold us and delivered us bound to our foe,
And the Gods of the Copybook Headings said: "Stick to the Devil you know."

On the first Feminian Sandstones we were promised the Fuller Life
(Which started by loving our neighbour and ended by loving his wife)
Till our women had no more children and the men lost reason and faith,
And the Gods of the Copybook Headings said: "The Wages of Sin is Death."

In the Carboniferous Epoch we were promised abundance for all,
By robbing selected Peter to pay for collective Paul;
But, though we had plenty of money, there was nothing our money could buy,
And the Gods of the Copybook Headings said: "If you don't work you die."

Then the Gods of the Market tumbled, and their smooth-tongued wizards withdrew
And the hearts of the meanest were humbled and began to believe it was true
That All is not Gold that Glitters, and Two and Two make Four
And the Gods of the Copybook Headings limped up to explain it once more.

As it will be in the future, it was at the birth of Man
There are only four things certain since Social Progress began.
That the Dog returns to his Vomit and the Sow returns to her Mire,
And the burnt Fool's bandaged finger goes wabbling back to the Fire;

And that after this is accomplished, and the brave new world begins
When all men are paid for existing and no man must pay for his sins,
As surely as Water will wet us, as surely as Fire will bum,
The Gods of the Copybook Headings with terror and slaughter return.

[hsalaw]

the kind of people who find a one-party welfare swamp conducive to perpetrating crime came back to New Orleans, while the kind of folks who'd been on the receiving end were grateful to have gotten out

The liberal socialist utopia appears to be a quagmire. Let's get out of New Orleans!!

[Publius6961]

The population of New Orleans has never recovered, demographically speaking, from the hurricane. Pre-Katrina, the city proper had about half a million inhabitants. Evacuated and scattered across the land in September 2005, 50 per cent or so decided they had no urge to return.

So New Orleans currently has some two hundred-and-something thousand residents--or about what it had in the 1880s. What segment of the citizenry was it that opted to go home? You can glean a clue from one intriguing statistic: although the population has halved, the number of murders in the city each month has stayed pretty much the same.

Which means, in effect, the murder rate has doubled. Presumably because the kind of people who find a one-party welfare swamp conducive to perpetrating crime came back to New Orleans, while the kind of folks who'd been on the receiving end were grateful to have gotten out.

This paragraph is a keeper!

Which, of course means that it will sink from memory forever at least from the MSM.

Not if I can help it!

[Eva]

Evidently, Helen Gillet is a New Orleans style celloist. Experimental cello seems to mean "jazz" cello.

Helen currently performs jazz, original compositions, french chansons and musettes in her own band entitled Wazozo, electronic in Josh Scalf's Kilowatt, country-rock for the Luke Allen Band (Happy Talk Band) and classical music with the Frenchman string Quartet. She has recently performed in venues such as Snug Harbor, D.B.A., King Bolden, the Big Top, Dragon's Den, The Ogden Museum, Cafe Brasil, the Sound Cafe, Zotz Coffee Shop and at the New Orleans Jazz and Heritage Festival. She is also a member of jazz bassist James Singleton's 3now4rkestra, NONME (New Orleans New Music Ensemble), Mathilda (all-waltz-all-string band) and Musica de Camera (Medieval Music). She has also collaborated with Mineapolis puppeteer Daniel Polnau both in New Orleans and in Mineapolis. She plays at the Confederacy of Dances at the New Orleans Contemporary Arts Center each spring (www.confederacyofdances.org) She has lived in Belgium (birthplace), Singapore, Japan, Chicago, Madison, and New Orleans. Her cat's name is Lilly and she has just bought myself a boss loop pedal obsession. Current inspirations include Minneapolis, sweet potatoes, martin's curry, the various sounds of snoring, zodiac, home, vines, french chansons lyrics, rhythm, frogs, crickets, making new orleans safer, springs (the boingy kind), mac and cheese from the joint, soundtracks, grandmother's teeth and pagodas. Helen Gillet plays on Leroy Jones' new album "Soft Shoes," coming out in the spring of 2007. This profile was edited with myspacegroove Editor

[LonePalm]

There's always gloom for cello.

Garde la Foi, mes amis! Nous nous sommes les sauveurs de la République! Maintenant et Toujours!
(Keep the Faith, my friends! We are the saviors of the Republic! Now and Forever!)
LonePalm, le Républicain du verre cassé (The Broken Glass Republican)

[Rummyfan]

They went to Harvard, which would make them "smart" at least for the purposes of job application. They had the finest education money can buy, yet they were wholly deluded about the nature of the world they lived in.

Over-educated idiots! Hope the child is okay - they should have never put him in such a dangerous situation.

Reminds me of the guy who hobnobbed with the bears in Alaska. I don't care that he got killed - he was too stupid to live. But he had to get his girlfriend killed too.

[Bonaparte]

Considering their suicidally self-loathing philosophy and their penchant for killing off their progeny, is it any wonder that the left has to recruit its voters from graveyards?

[decal]

Looks like it's time to resurrect an old tagline...

[bvw]

Counterculture not quite dead yet, Mr. Steyn. This is the very brief age of The You Tubing of counter-culture.

It lives on in slime-mold form.