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A Little Something for The Weekend

April 6th, 2012 - 6:00 am

Maybe everyone’s heard of this lady except me, but she only swam into my ken for the first time this week. Unbelievably great — like mainlining joy. And as we head into Easter weekend, it’s important to remember that, really, when you’re thinking straight, joy trumps everything.  Here’s proof:

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Her name is Hiromi Uehara. Which is pronounced Hiromi Uehara.

The Wonderful Wizard of Zo!

April 4th, 2012 - 4:18 pm
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If I had a son, he would look like Alfonzo Rachel… if, you know, I were married to a strange-looking bald black woman with a beard. Which actually has always been a fantasy of mine. But maybe that’s too much information.

Actually, I do have a son, and he doesn’t look anything like Zo, but somehow, strange to tell, I can relate to Alfonzo’s amazing talent all the same. I’ll have to write the White House and find out if this is still legal.

I remember when Zo first started doing his startling and funny home videos, ranting against the atheist left from what looked like a basement somewhere. Sometimes the vids would show up in my inbox from three different people at once, usually with the heading “You’ve got to see this guy!” Soon, Zo’s videos were being featured on the Breitbart sites – and soon after that, they were a staple on PJTV under the title Zonation. Just one of those phenomena that was so good everyone discovered it at the same time.

Now, I’m delighted to relate, you can take Zo home with you in the form of his audiobook Weapons of A.S.S. (American Socialist States) Destruction.  I’ve been listening to this in my car the last few weeks, and it’s a genuine riot. I have an ironclad rule about audiobooks. I listen to them in my car and if I fall asleep and crash into a wall and kill myself, I stop listening. This happens more often than you would think. Most authors reading their own material put me out like Lunesta. Zo’s Weapons, on the other hand, had me wide awake and laughing the whole long way home.

What’s always kind of fascinated me about Zo is the fact that he’s funny without ever making jokes. Most of the time he’s just disassembling the opposition with a sort of good-natured logic. I don’t even know why it’s amusing, but it is. Maybe because the left’s reasoning is so silly that, when Zo exposes it, its natural absurdity comes out. In any case, the guy is just a pleasure to spend time with.

Zo’s unabashedly — even ferociously — Christian perspective is also a powerful weapon in Weapons.  Once you even admit the possibility of the existence of God — or even the sacredness of the individual — statism collapses into the ruinous philosophy it is.  Zo just doesn’t pull any punches about this — and I know that’s not always easy for him. I think Zo is socially to the right of libertarian me, but his honesty is so refreshing, it makes you sit up and take notice, makes you rethink your position, think it all the way through.

Anyway, really, get this. It’s just terrific entertainment for your car or MP3 Player or wherever you listen to terrific entertainment.


The Truth, Crucified

April 2nd, 2012 - 12:00 am
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I’m writing this on Palm Sunday. This is the day we remember Christ’s triumphal entry into Jerusalem, when the crowds hailed him as the King who came in the name of the Lord. A few days later, the crowds — possibly even some of the same people — were calling for his crucifixion.

One of the things that always strikes me about the Passion story as a story is that there really aren’t any villains in the piece. There’s no Richard III or Count Fosco or Hannibal Lecter who intentionally does wicked things for admittedly wicked reasons. Jesus says he has been born for one end, to bear witness to the Truth. That alone seems to be enough to doom him. It’s impossible to parse Judas’s motives, but the priests arrest the Truth as a blasphemer, his friends desert the Truth out of fear, his enemies slander the Truth out of envy, the mob, stirred by rabble-rousers, cry out for the Truth’s death in a frenzy, and the sophisticated political leader dismisses the idea of Truth entirely (no doubt hoping for a university post after retirement) and so utters the Truth’s death sentence with an eye toward keeping the public peace. There are no bad guys exactly. Just people who put their various feelings and interests above the Truth. That’s all it takes to get from here to an atrocity. And you would have to be very much self-deceived not to see how easily you yourself — any one of us — could fall into the role of the priest, friend, man on the street or politico and so contribute to the Truth’s crucifixion.

I wrote a crime novel with this theme once. True Crime is about a white man who is railroaded onto death row when officials become embarrassed by the preponderance of black criminals condemned to die. No one conspires against this white man; no one lies or plots to kill him; they simply care about other things — race, fairness, the public peace, the appearance of virtue — more than they care about the Truth.

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