Redeem the Time

Comments are back, so go ahead and leave ‘em if you were thwarted from doing so the last few days. I have responded (or will soon) to a few things here and there below.

In response to a philosophy blogger, Vomit the Lukewarm, still waiting for Elijah, says that if philosophy is supposed to question everything it would have nothing with which to ask the question(s), and therefore nothing to ask. You gotta serve somebody, as Dylan used to sing—and you also gotta either accept the principle of contradiction which you already have received, or embrace confusion.

Effortless Atrocities is back in action, with a post about his infamous, island dwelling, North Carolinan relative Julian Sidi Limehouse III, who according to a recent paper report “….is comprised of equal parts modern-day pirate, gentleman farmer, scrapper, rural legend, ex-con, former state representative, and country squire. Who else has been convicted and served time in prison for helping smuggle close to 19,000 pounds of marijuana onto an island he co-owned with the then-governor.“

No, you can’t make this stuff up.

Meanwhile, after 25, what are birthdays good for? An Old Fashioned Tony Danza says, “well, I’m not dead yet,” is probably the best way to look on the bright side of life.

Boomer of The Bonny Prince reaches a conclusion after a series of posts about Dante:

“Why does Dante hide another meaning beneath a more evident meaning?” He does it because that is the nature of reality, and as a poet he is striving to imitate reality. Reality or creation is . . . organized hierarchically with God at the center than moving from the more spiritual to the less spiritual. And this is exactly the overall structure of the Divine Comedy: it is a journey into the center; it is a concentric pilgrimage into the heart of reality–God.

Lickona awaits a response from his editors concerning his new manuscript (rumored to go deeper and harder than the first); meanwhile he pesters them with a poem. UPDATE: Book II in its present form has been rejected, but no doubt this will only be a temporary setback from which good will come.

Cozy Tea-Blue House talks about prenatal screening and diagnosis in response to questions raised in the comments here over at Sicut Cervus, who has since posted this on the pregnant topic.

Speaking of Mrs. Bear of Cozy Tea-Blue House, Studeo sent me a kind word about how this blogger says Wee Bear’s words about his “monter twucks” refutes Darwin.

Also, someone’s mad about the People’s Republic of SF’s recent gun ban; Nordog overhears something at the Hospital; Neoteronous gives us a glimpse of D.C.; I wish Chim the provider would blog more.

UPDATE: And check out this awesome Housewifery post, inspired by Thomist Fulton Sheen, about the difference between Being and Doing—a distinction which Queenie finds confused in Communist thought, our historicist schools, and homosexuals who think the Church is persecuting them.

UPDATE: Joey laments his TAC degree regarding his ability to whore himself out for money. That shallow, ungrateful, little man. Personally, I find serving the masses greasy, fat food the better to lead them to an early death via massive heart attacks to be extremely satisfying, regardless of what the minimum wage happens to be.