Argument from design

It is a bit ironic that, coming from a religious tradition which is officially not in favor of male with male sex, --though men so inclined are numerous within it-- I often find myself moved precisely to religious awe by the sight of a beautiful man. I congratulate God on His work ("Nice job! Very nice!") and think that, despite the evidence to the contrary, He must exist and at least be doing His best.

This is not someone I know; the pics are on a public website where he put them, along with a bunch of others that would make him recognizable. And although my response to the images is not entirely lacking in lust, by far the largest reaction in me is, well, awe at what beauty --rhythm, structure, flow, proportion, balance, counterpoint, mass, economy, ornament, mystery, grace, power-- God's creation includes.

Nice job, God. Very nice.


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Men of vision

I am an introverted intuitive thinker and so I am always looking for the Great Ideas that explain all the little things around me. I read Thomas Sowell's work on the constrained and unconstrained vision some years ago and it rang true. Bill Whittle gives a quickie version.

If you want to know why I am a conservative and not a liberal, a simple answer is the American Revolution vs the French Revolution, George Washington and company --warts and all-- vs Robespierre and his rivers of guilloutined blood.

Adam and Eve Never Met

It seems that the common male ancestor of all living humans lived only 60,000 years ago. The common female ancestor, however, lived 150,000 years ago. Amazing stuff that came out of Africa.

Dog days

No postings for the last several week. Aside from being engrossed in a personal project, the political scene has been simply repetitive. The Obama tribe is in power and they are doing what they were going to do all along. No surprise. No comfort.

So, mostly, no comment.

Where's my burqa?

Western dhimmmitude amongst the elites.
Beyond contemptible.

After posting, I see that Roger Kimball
had a similar sartorial thought.
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Great Dark Man

Watching Vito Russo's* "Celluloid Closet" on TV. Images of homosexuals in films, mostly prior to Stonewall. Images of desperation and degeneracy. All that was available to me for most of my younger years.

Quentin Crisp is featured. Quentin Crisp, the archetypal queen.

He mused once on the man of his dreams, his fantasy lover, the Great Dark Man. His words embody the deadend of self-hating homosexuality. I wish I could say it was only from a bygone era.

If the Great Dark Man met me,
he would not love me.
If he did love me,
he could not be my Great Dark Man.

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*I got to meet Vito several times in the last year or two before he died in 1990. He was a gay celebrity and I was no one in particular (though my partner then was kind of a somebody) and he was unfailingly friendly to me, going out of his way to say hello and smile and chat me up. A sweet man.

And Carter Burwell's theme music from his film still moves me.



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Couldn't resist

Oscar Wilde, who converted to Catholicism on his deathbed, apparently had a good opinion of the old Church of Rome prior to his difficult demise. He once opined that "the Roman Church is made for saints and for sinners...for respectable people, the Anglican Church will do."

Man in nature

It's Shark Week on the Discovery Channel.

A treat. Archetypal American Guy Mike Rowe does an episode of Dirty Jobs where he has to swim with reef sharks. But before he gets into the wet suit and armor, he lolls around on the boat in nothing but his trunks for quite a while.

Very nice. :)

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