Jews: The World’s Leftovers?

 

There is a strange recurring theme in the Torah when it comes to sacrifices: the leftovers (noh-tar) are somehow holy, and must be either consumed by people or consumed by fire. There is something mystically and symbolically important about the sacrifices that were not finished in the main event.

The first time this word meaning “leftovers” is used, it refers to Lavan’s flock, after Jacob had removed all the spotted and speckled sheep and goats from the herd (he left them with his sons to tend). That which was left over was the flock that Jacob took aside and conducted a strange breeding experiment that generated more spotted and speckled sheep and goats.

Important Details to Note in Rand and Kelley Paul Interviews

 

After watching these two brief interviews with Senator Rand Paul (see clips below), and also with his wife Kelley in the second interview, I can only hope that the FBI and local law enforcement have assigned additional 24/7 security to him and his family. It reminds me of the police squad car and officers that were stationed at Governor Walker’s house in Wauwatosa, Wisconsin 24 hours a day/7 days a week following all the death threats against him and his family after the passage of Act 10 (and the weeks-long violent occupation of the Wisconsin state capitol building). Walker has since moved out of Wauwatosa (it’s turning blue, unfortunately, for various reasons), but I remember being reassured (the house is on a main thoroughfare near my parents’ home) that there was a 24/7 police presence whether or not the family was there or at the governor’s mansion in Madison.

Also, after listening to Kelley Paul describe her experience getting the mail, all of the Paul family’s mail and packages should be put through security screening before it is delivered to their home. I would expect, naturally, that the details of his security arrangements are not revealed or discussed publicly, and as the Newsmax article Stad linked to in his post titled “I’m In Love With Rand Paul’s Wife” noted, the Paul family are prepared to defend themselves regardless.

New Review of My Book

 

Louis Markos is a C. S. Lewis scholar / Christian worldview thinker at Houston Baptist University. My Little Bluebonnet took his classes in undergrad. Although I’ve only physically met him once myself, he did write one essay for my earlier book Science Fiction and the Abolition of Man: Finding C. S. Lewis in Sci-Fi Film and Television.  He also endorsed my new book The Good, the True, the Beautiful: A Multidisciplinary Tribute to Dr. David K. Naugle.

And now he’s reviewed it.  It’s a nice piece of writing, and does a good job introducing things like Naugle, Abraham Kuyper, their ideas, and why a book like this might be of some interest to some people.  (Did I mention how cheap it is on Kindle?)

And it’s a superb intro to some of the ideas in the book.  E.g., what should a Christian think of H. P. Lovecraft’s magnificent fiction, or the nightmare-inducing It movies?  Markos introduces the fine essays by Jaclyn Parrish and Leigh Hickman on those topics.

My Meandering Mind Stops by Ancient Egypt

 

Earlier this month, when I finished the novel The Eloquent Scribe, by T. Lee Harris, my meandering mind was full of all things Egypt.  First of all, the real protagonist in the book is not the young scribe, Sitehuti (who is an engaging youngster), but the Sacred Temple Cat who “adopts” him.  Nefer-Djenou-Bastet helps Sitehuti out of a potentially rough spot, and then becomes his constant companion through the rest of the book.  Being a Cat Lady, I thought about an actual cat breed, called the Egyptian Mau, that I had heard of but never bothered with.  In the book, the author describes “Neffi” (the nickname for the cat, that Sitehuti uses from the very beginning) as being regal, and spotted.  So the first thing I did was search for a picture of an Egyptian Mau cat, and found several.  They are actually spotted, and very beautiful (and very expensive-kittens can cost $2,500).  They come in at least three colors, silver, bronze, and black.  I expect that Neffi looked somewhat like this.

Hard to Imagine

 

Every year for Memorial Day, this photo pops up in my Facebook memories. The six men in the picture represent something that is impossible to imagine today. They are brothers who enlisted for WWII. My Grandpa Lee, the youngest in the photo (they had a 7th brother who was too young) is on the bottom right. He avoided action at the end of the war but did help with the pullout efforts in the Pacific, spending some time in Guam.

According to my Grandma, he was furious that his mother wouldn’t let him enlist earlier because of his age. His brother Troy (bottom center), got very ill and was sent home by the Red Cross and also didn’t see any “real” action. Their older sister was a “Rosie Riveter” at a plane factory in Kansas City.

Their brother Jack (top right) wasn’t as lucky and didn’t make it home. I’ve been told that one of the brothers delivered the letter of Jack’s death to their Mom. I regret not talking to my Grandpa more about it but he was a humble man who didn’t talk about it much. Even my Dad doesn’t know a lot about his Dad’s and Uncles’ time during the War.

Quote of the Day: Rhyme and Season

 

‘To every thing there is a season, and a time to every purpose under the heaven:’ – Ecclesiastes, Chapter 3, Verse 1.

This is the nearest I’ve been able to come up with for a quote that reflects something that’s been on my mind a lot lately: It has to do with not getting overly worried if the slugs or snails in the greenhouse plough a swathe through my rudbeckia seedlings. With not letting it get to me if things are, ah, a little behind in the garden, after what felt like a weeks-long stretch of rain and cold in the merry, merry month of May. With, in short, not seeing any one thing that’d be nice as the be-all and end-all of existence at that point in time.

If I Were the Parent of a Small Child and Our Local School Adopted CRT…

 

So, I understand the X School System has decided to adopt Critical Race Theory in our elementary schools.  I strongly object to this indoctrination of all of our children.  My child is white, like her parents, and from birth she has been taught that she is a good person, a worthwhile person, and a beautiful person.  My child has been taught by her parents to be happy, and grateful to have been born in the Greatest Country on God’s Green Earth, the United States of America.  She has been taught to be kind to others, both children and adults, regardless of race, religion, or station in life.  She has been taught to be polite to everyone she meets, to listen when someone else is talking, and to answer nicely if asked a question.  My child cannot change the immutable characteristic of the color of her skin, and I deeply resent the basic tenet of Critical Race Theory, that, by virtue of the inborn color of her skin, that my child is a born “oppressor” of other people whose skin color is different from hers.

I will not have her teachers try to make my child ashamed of a characteristic which she cannot change.  I will not have my child forced to think of herself as bad, an oppressor, or a born racist!  You will not force my child to describe herself as hateful, humiliate herself in front of her friends, or apologize to anyone else for acts in which she did not participate.  I will not let her teachers inculcate in my child, shame for the color of her skin, or hatred for her many fine, upstanding ancestors, simply because they were white.

Pushing Back on the Medical Establishment Is Not so Easy

 

I should have known that a big decision about changing my chemotherapy regimen, rejecting my oncologist’s recommendation, wasn’t going to be so easy. I wrote about it here, describing a discussion I will be having with him on Monday. But now I realize that there is more involved than just looking at the statistics and research. It means, from a big picture standpoint, that I will be bucking the “science,” telling the experts that when it comes to making decisions about my life, all the numbers in the world can’t determine what is best for me.

Only I can do that. And I am very anxious about telling him my decision to defy his recommendation. I’m even nervous about discussing my situation with my internist on Friday prior to that meeting. Am I just wanting the treatment to be finished? (Yes.) Am I tired of being tired? (Yes.) Do I want life to return to normal? (Yes.) And in spite of all those desires, I believe I know what the best course is for me.

The King of Stuff talks with Lacy Cooper about the ongoing border crisis. Lacy was the border security section chief for the U.S. Attorney’s Office for the District of Arizona. She served 15 years as both a county and federal prosecutor targeting violent offenders, gang members, cartels, and terrorists. She is now Of Counsel with the law firm of Schmitt Schneck Even & Williams in Phoenix. Lacy wrote about the issue for USA Today and Jon wrote about it here.

Subscribe to the King of Stuff Spotify playlist featuring picks from the show. In honor of Memorial Day, Jon chooses “Remember Me” by British Sea Power.

What Is Omnipotence?

 

I remember hearing some variation of “Can G-d make a rock so heavy He can’t move it?” in high school.  I don’t remember thinking much about it at the time. My earliest memory of having any clear thought about it is probably around 2010 when, as I recall, I answered it “Yes, and that rock is called ‘free will.'”

Which brings us to one thing normally recognized by contemporary philosophers as a reasonable limitation on omnipotence: G-d does not have the ability to break the rules of logic.  That’s part of how Christian philosopher Alvin Plantinga responds to atheist philosopher J. L. Mackie.  In a nutshell, Mackie wonders why G-d can’t just make a perfect world with free people in it, and Plantinga replies that even omnipotence doesn’t have the power to give us freedom and force us to do the right thing at the same time.

Quote of the Day: Heinlein on the Crazy 21st Century

 

“There are but two ways of forming an opinion in science. One is the scientific method; the other, the scholastic. One can judge from experiment, or one can blindly accept authority. To the scientific mind, experimental proof is all important, and theory merely a convenience in description, to be junked when it no longer fits. To the academic mind, authority is everything and facts are junked when they do not fit theory laid down by authority” – Robert A. Heinlein in the short story Life-Line.

Sounds familiar, doesn’t it?

The Hidden Calamity of Stimmy Checks

 

It is no secret that there are jobs to be had by anyone needing one at this point.  Sure, we can argue about the quality of the available jobs, but if you want to work, you absolutely can.  We have several restaurants in our area that are closed to dine-in service, not because of COVID (this is Texas after all), but due to lack of sufficient staff: waitstaff, cooks, busboys, etc.  The home improvement stores are short-staffed – a friend at Lowe’s tells me they will regularly have multiple no-shows for work and these employees never come back.  Retail and restaurants are the most obvious businesses struggling for employees, but there is another crisis that is not as obvious to the general public…yet.  The unseen crisis is finding (and keeping) employees for the direct care of children, the disabled, and the elderly.

In our community, four daycares have closed because they cannot obtain staff to meet the childcare licensing staffing ratios.  Skilled nursing facilities are having the same issue with employing and retaining CNAs (certified nursing assistants) that provide direct care to these institutionalized elderly.  Finally, congregate living for the disabled are in desperate need of direct care aids for their residents.  Many of these disabled residents have no family and their group home is their family unit.  Most (if not all) of these group homes and disability support services are run by non-profits.

Quote of the Day: ‘Don’t Give Up the Ship!’

 

Today I would love to tell you a rich and layered tale of good ship design, poor ship design, arrogance, and more arrogance that led to death, loss, and destruction. But I am not going to tell you that rich and layered tale. It would take a book or two to tell it properly, and I have other books to write. Thus I shall keep this simple.

On the First of June in 1813, the USS Chesapeake set to sea from Boston Harbor and met the waiting HMS Shannon. It was during the War of 1812 when we were at war with the UK. HMS Shannon had a much better-trained crew, drilled in gunnery by their captain, Philip Broke (pronounced Brook). The Shannon won the duel and captured Chesapeake, which was later taken into the Royal Navy as HMS Chesapeake and a mere six years later was sold out of the service, broken up, and the timbers were used to build a mill which still stands today in Wickham, England, UK, as a gift shop and tea room.

Nobody is Safe

 

For the last two days, actress Elie Kemper has been trending on Twitter, with the following explanation:

In 1999, actor Ellie Kemper was named the Queen of Love and Beauty at the Veiled Prophet Ball, a debutante ball held in St. Louis, Missouri, which was founded by wealthy White elites in 1878 and ’emphasized the existing power structure’, according to The Atlantic’s Scott Beauchamp

May Day: Indianapolis 500

 

The 105th running of the Indianapolis 500 was glorious. It was the fastest qualifying field ever and the fastest ever race on the track. And, a wonderfully positive, emotional driving star won his fourth Indy 500 checkered flag in a race that was a battle to the very last lap. The race was largely unmarred by accidents and was run entirely under bright blue skies. The very best part: the 105th running of the Indianapolis 500 was before a full stadium of unmuzzled fans.

This great American tradition, signaling the start of summer, was a loud rejection of the entire leftist agenda, with the sweet smell of racing fuel and hot tires savored by Americans shoulder to shoulder in the sunshine without any sign of leftist plandemic fear and virtue signaling face coverings in the sea of normal humanity. The cherry on top was the winner; Helio Castroneves won at age 46.

True, there was a scattering of masks, frequently pulled down, in the press and event officiating crew. Yet, there was no solidarity in that stance. The masks have dropped. The official story was that track management limited fans to 40 percent, in submission to so-called public health officials or “experts.” On camera, it looked like the stands were full.

John Tamny, Vice President at FreedomWorks, editor at RealClearMarkets and author joins Carol Roth to talk about his latest book, When Politicians Panicked. John talks about why he wrote this book out of rage and makes important arguments around government’s compounding failures in response to COVID and Americans willingness to give up freedoms. 

Plus, a “Now You Know” on the Fed, economic growth and inflation.

COVID-19: A Different ‘New Normal’

 

The “new normal” was supposed to be the post-pandemic reset where everyone was masked up, socially distanced, remotely working, and having fewer in real-life personal interactions. Thank G-d it isn’t working out that way. The “new normal” appears to look a lot like the “old normal” except with a twist: People are accepting the risk of being infected with the novel coronavirus.

Craig Medred, an independent reporter out of Alaska has a new piece, How fear dies, underscoring this:

‘You Can Blame the Submarine Service’

 

One of my dad’s golfing buddies did not care too much for President George H. W. Bush. He started ranting about George H. W. Bush one afternoon, and my dad ended that part of the conversation by simply saying; “You can blame the Submarine Service.”

My dad served in the Submarine Service in the Pacific during WWII. President George H.W. Bush was rescued by a submarine after being shot down in the Pacific. George H.W. Bush spent another 30 days on the USS Finback as the Finback completed its’ war patrol. He called that experience another 30 days of terror.

My Uber Hijacker

 

Yesterday we took an Uber, here in London. I asked the driver where he was from – he said he was Iraqi. We got to chatting, because I am always interested in people. I asked how long he had been in the UK… and he had a story to tell!

A Shia Muslim, he used to live on Karbalah road in their city in Iraq, meaning “Jewish bath road”, or Mikvah road. His mother used to tell of living together with the Jews in their city, and how the Jewish neighbors helped his mother when she was pregnant with his sister.

Faucism

 

In May of 2020, Dr. Fauci gave an interview to National Geographic in which he stated that there was no scientific evidence the coronavirus was made in a lab. He called the argument “circular.” He was quoted:

If you look a the evolution of the virus in bats and what’s out there now, [the scientific evidence] is very, very strongly leaning toward this could not have been artificially or deliberately manipulated… Everything about the stepwise evolution over time strongly indicates that [this virus] evolved in nature and then jumped species.

When a Grown Man Cries (Memorial Day Edition)

 

I’ve seen lots of men cry – cry over their wives with Alzheimer’s, cry over the “out-of-order” death of an adult child, and cry over their own cancer when it will take them from their families.  I find it moving, human, and to be honest, a little frightening when a strong man breaks down.

I have seen lots of men break down and sob, blubber and snot over buddies and friends lost in war.  You see, several years ago I participated in the Veterans’ History Project (VHP) spearheaded by the Library of Congress. https://www.loc.gov/vets/  The idea was to gather veterans’ stories to preserve and catalog them for future generations and research. As an elder law attorney, I work with mostly seniors, many of whom are veterans and I would hear their stories in my office – amazing stories of near misses, funny anecdotes, and tales of true love that waited back home. (They won’t tell you their stories of heroism because “they were just doing their job” and “the real heroes are the ones who didn’t come back”)