It welcomed the tests of time/
Like an eternal friend,/
Our country is blessed,/
Our country is such!
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For the Fourth: Holy American Major League of Nations (Notes on Baseball, Booze, and the Re-De-Nationalization of Americanism)
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Holy American Major League of Nations (Notes on Baseball and the Re-De-Nationalization of Americanism)
It welcomed the tests of time/
Like an eternal friend,/
Our country is blessed,/
Our country is such!
Posted in Featured, Future History, Sports, US History, Yoga Tagged with: America, American Idea, Americanism, Anti-Federalism, baseball, Borat, Constitution, Democratic Republican, Federalism, Francis Scott Key, Francis Scott Smith Miller, Gordon Wood, Ideal Americanism, Jefferson, Kazakhstan, Madison, Metonymy, National Anthem, Nationalism, Pennsylvania, Scott Smith Miller, Star-Spangled Banner, War of 1812, Whiskey Rebellion, Woodrow Wilson, Yoga
Scott’s Site and Book
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Enlighten your rocks off
Yoga has long been known for its metaphysical benefits to mind and body, but devotees are talking openly about the orgasmic pleasure they experience during practice.
Cussing is about defiance
Out walking the dog yesterday AM, thinking about the post and the discussion on swearing, including George’s essay on the linguistics of popular profanities, and the example of NYPD Blue’s Sipowicz, who embodied the spirit of the cuss without ever…
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Like I said, we’re no angels
A further observation on the rather tired “celebration of the death of OBL” question. I sometimes pride myself on an unusual ability to happen actually now and then to manage to notice the obvious, but it’s false pride, I know.…
Brought us the head of Osama Bin Laden
Though I felt the need to correct Scott’s quote – he fell victim to a widespread quotation mangling – I don’t want to trivialize his perspective. As I’ve noted, I sympathize with it. I just feel it’s incomplete. When some…
How about this celebratory tide?
zombie contentions – A Modest Alternative Perspective Here, I’m just pointing out that the diversity of our cultural reality is something I enjoy and that sometimes it’s better not to get swept up in a morally questionable celebratory tide. Just…
Holy boat
Now, I repeat, I forgot the original set-up, and only kinda remembered the punchline, but, since it was requested I try to reconstruct it, here’s what I came up with: An asshole from California, a zombie from Florida, a tsar…
Which middle of which night
The effort to be rational, logical, and consistent, to communicate “normally,” spits out rants, ravings, fragments, unstable thought elements with fleeting half-lives or no lives at all, on its other side. It’s impossible to write one thing without at the…