"… and the clocks were striking thirteen."
Saturday, July 20, 2013
She Was a Hunter, Not a Witch
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Wednesday, July 10, 2013
Nachthexen
From a Telegraph obituary about a death on July 8, 2013:
"The pilots’ tactic was to fly to within a certain distance of the target, and cut their engines. They would then glide in silently, release their bombs, then restart their engines and fly home. The Germans called them the 'Nachthexen' (the Night Witches) due to the whooshing sound they made— 'like a witch’s broomstick in the night'— as they flew past. There was, supposedly, a promise to award an Iron Cross to any Luftwaffe pilot who actually managed to bring down a Night Witch."
In memoriam:
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Sunday, June 29, 2003
Sunday June 29, 2003
Every Boy Has a Daddy
Today is the Feast of Saint Peter.
The most timely quote I know of for today’s religious observances is from Oh What a Web They Weave, by F. John Loughnan:
This was written as part of an attack on the father of a Latin-Mass Catholic who authored the website Ecclesia Militans, which has the logo
Note the resemblance to the Iron Cross.
Soldier of Fortune magazine, April 2002, contains a brief discussion of the German motto “Gott mit uns” that is relevant to the concept of The Church Militant.
Soldier of Fortune,
April 2002
The actor on the cover, Mel Gibson, also serves to illustrate our meditation for today, “Every boy has a daddy.” See Christopher Noxon’s article in the New York Times Magazine of March 9, 2003:
Noxon attacks Gibson’s father Hutton — like his son Mel, a Latin-Mass Catholic, and author of
A related “Every boy has a daddy” attack appears in the June 2003 issue of Playboy magazine. An entertaining excerpt from this attack on Joseph P. Kennedy, father of JFK, may be found at Orwell Today.
Finally, let us meditate on the ultimate “Every boy has a daddy” attack — by novelist Robert Stone on the alleged father of Jesus of Nazareth:
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Excerpt from From the mosques, from the alleys, from the road: “Allahu Akbar!” …. Then a voice shouted: “Itbah al-Yahud!” …. Kill the Jew! …. “Itbah al-Yahud!” the crowd screamed…. Then Lucas saw the things they had taken up: trowels and mallets and scythes, some dripping blood. Everyone was screaming, calling on God. On God, Lucas thought. He was terrified of falling, of being crushed by the angry swarm that was whirling around him. He wanted to pray. “O Lord,” he heard himself say. The utterance filled him with loathing, that he was calling on God, on that Great Fucking Thing, the Lord of Sacrifices, the setter of riddles. Out of the eater comes forth meat. The poser of parables and shibboleths. The foreskin collector, connoisseur of humiliations, slayer by proxy of his thousands, his tens of thousands. Not peace but a sword. The Lunatic Spirit of the Near East, the crucified and crucifier, the enemy of all His own creation. Their God-Damned God. |
The New York Times Magazine article mentioned above was prompted, in part, by Mel Gibson’s current movie production, “The Passion,” about the final 12 hours in the (first, or possibly second) life of Jesus. If I were producing a Passion play, as Peter I would certainly cast Stone.
See also the 11 PM sequel to the above.
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