Posted on 10/29/2002 11:42:30 PM PST by M. Thatcher
Edited on 04/13/2004 3:37:45 AM PDT by Jim Robinson. [history]
It was a fitting tribute, a crass memorial for a crass politician.
The funeral and aftermath is too close to the same intuitive feeling of a mafia hit portrayed in movie after movie and the following funeral and wake.
The same sentiment occurred with Carnahan. There was a contrived, overly attentive dedication by people who wouldn't lift a finger if their own spouse died, to eulogize the deceased during public opportunities when the focus or topic was elsewhere.
It was as though some power figure, known by them were in attendance, not obvious to anybody else, and they immediately pretended/feigned allegiance by eulogizing the dead,...as though they were coconspirators in a murder and then pretended they were friends of the family.
It nicely explains why Cheney was rebuffed from attending. It also nicely explains the intuitive laughter and gaity of Bill and Hillary at the 'funeral' reception---political rally. Sortof like dancing on the grave of the deceased to make room for another appointee some power figure on top decided upon.
In no way is this a funeral. It's some occultic power worship dancing on the grave of perhaps somebody they felt they tossed out of their circle and now feel glee if they can get his own son to rebel as well.
IMHO, the only social phenomenon I associate the Democrat's behavior is akin to a cosa nostra funeral of somebody who had been targeted to be murdered and caring for the family afterwards.
Scrofula was also known as the "King's Evil", and the sovereigns of England were believed to have a special divinely-granted power to cure it by the laying on of hands, received with their anointing at their coronation. Samuel Johnson suffered from it in his youth, and was sent to Queen Anne to be "touched for the Evil." (Apparently it worked.) Subjects (patients?) who were touched by the sovereign received a special piece of "touch money" that most folks wore on a ribbon around their neck. The practice was discontinued by the Hanoverians (another "proof" that they weren't the rightful kings? (Jacobite grin) - - but James (the "Old Pretender") and his sons Charles ("Bonnie Prince Charlie") and Henry (Cardinal York) continued the practice in exile until their deaths.
Ain't history fun?
Soliloquy Of The Spanish Cloister
Robert Browning
I.
Gr-r-r---there go, my heart's abhorrence!
Water your damned flower-pots, do!
If hate killed men, Brother Lawrence,
God's blood, would not mine kill you!
What? your myrtle-bush wants trimming?
Oh, that rose has prior claims---
Needs its leaden vase filled brimming?
Hell dry you up with its flames!
II.
At the meal we sit together:
Salve tibi! I must hear
Wise talk of the kind of weather,
Sort of season, time of year:
Not a plenteous cork-crop: scarcely
Dare we hope oak-galls, I doubt:
What's the Latin name for ``parsley''?
What's the Greek name for Swine's Snout?
III.
Whew! We'll have our platter burnished,
Laid with care on our own shelf!
With a fire-new spoon we're furnished,
And a goblet for ourself,
Rinsed like something sacrificial
Ere 'tis fit to touch our chaps---
Marked with L. for our initial!
(He-he! There his lily snaps!)
IV.
_Saint_, forsooth! While brown Dolores
Squats outside the Convent bank
With Sanchicha, telling stories,
Steeping tresses in the tank,
Blue-black, lustrous, thick like horsehairs,
---Can't I see his dead eye glow,
Bright as 'twere a Barbary corsair's?
(That is, if he'd let it show!)
V.
When he finishes refection,
Knife and fork he never lays
Cross-wise, to my recollection,
As do I, in Jesu's praise.
I the Trinity illustrate,
Drinking watered orange-pulp---
In three sips the Arian frustrate;
While he drains his at one gulp.
VI.
Oh, those melons? If he's able
We're to have a feast! so nice!
One goes to the Abbot's table,
All of us get each a slice.
How go on your flowers? None double
Not one fruit-sort can you spy?
Strange!---And I, too, at such trouble,
Keep them close-nipped on the sly!
VII.
There's a great text in Galatians,
Once you trip on it, entails
Twenty-nine distinct damnations,
One sure, if another fails:
If I trip him just a-dying,
Sure of heaven as sure can be,
Spin him round and send him flying
Off to hell, a Manichee?
VIII.
Or, my scrofulous French novel
On grey paper with blunt type!
Simply glance at it, you grovel
Hand and foot in Belial's gripe:
If I double down its pages
At the woeful sixteenth print,
When he gathers his greengages,
Ope a sieve and slip it in't?
IX.
Or, there's Satan!---one might venture
Pledge one's soul to him, yet leave
Such a flaw in the indenture
As he'd miss till, past retrieve,
Blasted lay that rose-acacia
We're so proud of! Hy, Zy, Hine ...
'St, there's Vespers! Plena grati
Ave, Virgo! Gr-r-r---you swine!
Me, too. That action by the Venturas may actually help. He's a funny guy, sometimes infuriating, sometimes right on the money. I do hope this funeral turns off the independents, and they are the ones who may be influenced by the Venturas walkout. Democrats need independent votes to win any election just like Republicans do.
BTW, what else did anybody expect of Democrats, particularly the really lefty wing? They use EVERYTHING to their advantage, all the time and feel perfectly justified in doing so (just like telling any lie if it will work). It's just the hard left in action. This funeral was never going to be anything else than just what it was.
You have it exactly right, Bill. To a real leftist, there is NOTHING that is not exploitable for the cause.
This is all true except that most Minnesotans do not know that Coleman was there or had to be moved. The local media is papering over this disaster for the RATS.
Absolutely........
I never thought I'd live to see the day that Ventura was accused of having taste.
Even the early news show on CNN thought it was tasteless.
Plane loses altitude. As it approaches the trees, the wings and tail section get torn off. As the cabin and cockpit come to a stop, a fiery blaze erupts inside the cabin which kills all on board, including Senator Wellstone (who was lagging in the polls). Before the bodies are removed from the plane Mondale indicates that he is ready to pick up where his buddy Paul quit. The memorial service for Wellstone is all about the democratic party and not about the repose of the soul of Paul Wellstone!
One major thing to keep in mind in this scenario is that the wings on a BeechCraft holds the fuel bladders. They were ripped off the fuselage before it came to a stop and erupted in flames? What exploded inside the cabin? Paul's Bic lighter?
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