■ I am a little confused by Proverbs
5 In the paths of the wicked are snares and pitfalls,
but those who would preserve their life stay far from them.
I call an
Pronoun Reference foul on the Proverbialist. There are three
things to which the final "them" could refer: (1) the wicked; (2)
the paths taken by the wicked; (3) the snares and pitfalls on said
paths. Which, specifically, are we to avoid?
My guess is "the wicked". Avoid the wicked, you automatically avoid
the paths, and the snares and pitfalls thereon.
■ The good old Google LFOD Alert drew me to Ms Paula Hodges' column
in the Concord Monitor. She warns:
Integrity Commission’ is just a voting rights rollback. She's
not a fan:
We need to immediately work together to stop this dangerous misuse
of power. Every Granite Stater should call Gov. Sununu’s office and
Secretary Gardner’s office to demand they choose our interests in
New Hampshire. Let’s work together to show Sununu that Granite
Staters care about our voting rights and our privacy.
In the spirit of “Live Free or Die,” let’s make sure that the
governor understands we won’t let this issue pass without a fight.
Ms. Hodges is NH's director for
America Votes: "We lead
COLLABORATIVE EFFORTS to advance PROGRESSIVE POLICIES and WIN
ELECTIONS in key states…" NH being one of those keys. Their
(Planned Parenthood, House Majority PAC, NextGen Climate, Brady
leaves little doubt about who they want to win those elections.
■ The second trigger for LFOD was an unexpected source: the
Brunswick [Georgia] News, which relates a tale from 1803 on the Georgia
landing a defiant act for freedom. A ship arrived with
prospective slaves, and…
Rather than submit to an existence of bondage and forced labor at
the hands of another, these products of proud warrior stock made a
staggeringly poignant declaration of independence with their very
lives. It happened right here in the Golden Isles, way back in May
of 1803. Some 13 members of the Igbo tribe walked as one in chains
into St. Simons Island’s Dunbar Creek and drowned themselves rather
than accept a life of slavery.
We get the occasional chuckle out of people (like Paula Hodges,
above) who invoke LFOD to
support nearly every conceivable position under the sun. But this is
the real deal, friends.
This striking testament to the harsh legacy of slavery is revered
and preserved within the local African American community. It also
is a much-cherished story among their descendants back in the Igbo
homeland in present day southeastern Nigeria. But there is little in
the way of a public marker here on St. Simons Island to commemorate
the Igbo’s resolve to live free or die. That seems a shame. Their
sacrifice embodies the distinctly American traits of independence,
self determination and, when forced, strong-arm rebellion in the
name of freedom. Like those 200 Texans at the Alamo in 1836, these
Igbo gave their lives in a desperate last stand for that most
treasured concept. Thus, they deserve an equally celebrated place in
the hearts and minds of all Americans.
■ David Mamet relates how some literature doesn't sit well with him.
Dickens Makes Me Want to Throw Up.
There I was, sitting on a bench and reading, minding my own business
in Harvard Square, where I had an office for 20 years. An old
professorial type came up to me. “What are you reading?” he asked.
“Trollope,” I said, “he’s the greatest.” Here the man admonished me.
“ George Eliot is the greatest,” he said, and walked off.
I had just been given the Received Word, and one could be certain,
for the fellow had a beard. Though affronted, I gave it some
thought. And I concluded that he, though entitled to his opinion,
had not only placed his ex cathedra chip on the wrong square, but
also on my shoulder. Sheesh.
Hope you can get through the WSJ paywall to find out why
Mamet dislikes Dickens.
(He likes A Tale of Two Cities, though.)
■ Mark Steyn remembers Martin Landau: Keeping
His Hand In. Title is a reference to Landau's Mission:
There's an anecdote involving Landau's
villainous role as "Leonard" in North by Northwest. The
director, Alfred Hitchcock, thought it would be neat if Leonard
wore better suits than Cary Grant's character. So…
[…] he sent the actor to see Grant's tailor, Quintino of Beverly
Hills. A couple of weeks later, Landau arrives to shoot his payphone
moment at LaSalle Street Station in Chicago, and gets there in the
middle of Cary Grant's scene. So he stands in the middle of a crowd
of Chicagoans who are watching all the comings and goings. He's
hardly been there a few minutes when there's a tap on the shoulder,
and he turns to find Grant's English valet behind him. "Only two
people in the world make a suit like that," the guy says, unaware
that Landau's in the film. "One's in Beverly Hills, the other's in
Hong Kong. Mr Grant wants to know where you got yours."