I’ve heard a (very intelligent) friend of mine rail against a third party; because the party in question has, in the past, allegedly denied that climate change is real. I say ‘allegedly’, because I wasn’t invited to attended that particular feté fatále. Which is proof enough for me that there is, indeed, grace in the world. Very well. Have at it. Impugn this person. Take them into a court of law, and charge them with intellectual malfeasance – with ‘gross indecency’. You might as well – given how incensed you became, at how ‘wrong’ this person is. And now… Advertisements
It is the 141st birthday of a writer for whom I can never repay the debt which I owe him. The clarity of his writing, along with the breadth of his thinking is, quite simply, astonishing to experience (whether or not you agree with him), as is the sheer ridiculousness of his prolificacy. I refer to G.K. Chesterton, a man who, all pictures to the contrary, was a writer of a profoundly uproarious nature. The humor is sprinkled liberally, throughout his writing. No less than George Bernard Shaw and H.G. Wells were his almost constant sparring partners – and yet Chesterton’s criticisms were of such a warm nature, that he remained good friends with them; in spite of their disagreements.
I’ve always known, in my heart of hearts, that North Carolina was God’s country. Now I have proof… If Snapple (made with the most tonally correct stuff on Earth™) says it, it simply has to be so. Doesn’t it…?
It’s been kinda breezy around here, lately… Which makes pictures like the one below rather challenging.
I’m afraid I’m going to have to let one this speak for itself. I was so flabbergasted, I almost didn’t think to capture the moment. Sometimes I weep for this planet…