Dispatches from Outland
A little song. A little dance. A little seltzer down your pants. Copyright © 2003 Roy M. Jacobsen.

Wednesday, February 05, 2003  

"Illogical! Illogical! Norman, coordinate!" Department: My wife had an appointment with a physical therapist this morning, so I came along and ended up sitting in the clinic lobby for an hour. I took my laptop along and was doing some work and listening with one ear to MSNBC, which was covering the bloviation that followed Colin Powell's address to the U.N. Security Council.

After French Ambassador Dominque deVillepin said his piece (like I said, I was only listening with half an ear, but it boiled down to "Yes, Iraq has failed to meet even the most minimal requirements of the UN resolution, so we should put even more requirements into place and give him a good talking to."), the anchor (I think it was Brian Williams) asked some correspondent for his take on the cheese-eating surrender monkey's remarks. I wish I knew who it was who said this so I could attribute it properly: "That doesn't compute to an Anglo-Saxon mind; maybe it does for a French mind."


Update: Joel Fuhrman notes an old definition of insanity, and says that the French meet this criteria. (Blogger permalinks seem to be boogered up, so you'll have to scroll to his first entry for February 6.)

posted by Roy M. Jacobsen at 1:58 PM

Tuesday, February 04, 2003  

From The Headlines Department: A gem from the Best of the Web:

"I did not have sexual relations with that woman, Miss Lewinsky."--Bill Clinton, Jan. 26, 1998

"We have no relationship with al Qaeda."--Saddam Hussein, quoted by Reuters, Feb. 4, 2003

posted by Roy M. Jacobsen at 3:07 PM

Monday, February 03, 2003  

Words Like Cannonballs Department: Meanwhile, over at Razormouth, Jamey Bennett offers some un-minced words for Christians who are too timid to confront abortion:

The fact is some of us would rather spend 30 minutes watching Friends than 30 seconds thinking about how many children have been aborted in that same amount of time. We tend to think of the Lordship of Christ as having validity in so-called "religious matters" but for things like politics or education it has little or no application. Some of us would rather Christ go take a trip to Six Flags while we do our day-to-day thing without him.

Through our lack of action, we've said to the world that the Lordship of Christ doesn't really matter to us. We've said that we have a lack of regard for the image of God and the uniqueness of man. We've said that we'd rather have fellowship with the blasphemous living than fight for the innocent dying.

posted by Roy M. Jacobsen at 1:37 PM

Sunday, February 02, 2003  

The Idiots Have Spoken Department: So, some Iraqis think the Columbia disaster is "Allah's judgement."

In the first place, putting yourself in the place of a prophet (that is, calling some event God's judgement) is a dangerous proposition. God does not look kindly upon false prophets.

But more significantly, I have to wonder how they suffer through the series of misfortunes that they have suffered, starting with the can of whup-___ that the U.S. (with the backing of most of the rest of the world) opened up on them in Gulf War I, and not even consider the possibility that God is P.O.'d at them? No, let's go back more and start with the homocidal maniac of a "leader" they've been inflicted with. Did God judge Iraq by giving them the leader they deserve?

I don't want to play that game.

posted by Roy M. Jacobsen at 8:06 PM

In Memory:
High Flight
Oh! I have slipped the surly bonds of Earth
And danced the skies on laughter-silvered wings,
Sunward I've climbed, and joined the tumbling mirth
Of sun-split clouds - and done a hundred things
You have not dreamed of - wheeled and soared and swung
High in the sunlit silence. Hov'ring there,
I've chased the shouting wind along, and flung
My eager craft through footless halls of air.
Up, up the long, delirious burning blue
I've topped the wind-swept heights with easy grace
Where never lark, or even eagle flew.
And, while silent, lifting mind I've trod
The high untrespassed sanctity of space,
Put out my hand, and touched the face of God.

Pilot Officer John Gillespie Magee Jr.

Nota bene: President Bush's address to the nation following the Columbia disaster are here. In particular, I found the following to be very deeply moving:

In the skies today we saw destruction and tragedy. Yet farther than we can see there is comfort and hope. In the words of the prophet Isaiah, "Lift your eyes and look to the heavens. Who created all these? He who brings out the starry hosts one by one and calls them each by name. Because of His great power and mighty strength, not one of them is missing."

The same Creator who names the stars also knows the names of the seven souls we mourn today. The crew of the shuttle Columbia did not return safely to Earth; yet we can pray that all are safely home.

posted by Roy M. Jacobsen at 7:42 PM
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