America’s most beloved former president delivers a stirring speech. I remember standing in line to see this film – yes, I am now and always have been, a nerd. (I appreciate the shout-out to veggie burgers here, for the record.) Happy Independence Day, neighbours!
A couple of Thanksgiving-related articles of note: Be Grateful for Property Rights and America wasn’t Founded on Slavery but on the Pilgrims’ Ideals.
Happy Thanksgiving to my American friends, family and readers.
When the white stars talk together like sisters
And when the winter hills
Raise their grand semblance in the freezing night,
Somewhere one window
Bleeds like the brown eye of an open force.
White stars that stand above the eastern stable.
Look down and offer Him
The dim adoring light of your belief
Whose small Heart bleeds with infinite fire.
Shall not this Child
(When we shall hear the bells of His amazing voice)
Conquer the winter of our hateful century?
And when His Lady Mother leans upon the crib,
Lo, with what rapiers
Those two loves fence and flame their brilliancy!
Here in this straw lie planned the fires
That will melt all our sufferings:
He is our Lamb, our holocaust!
And one by one the shepherds, with their snowy feet,
Stamp and shake out their hats upon the stable dirt,
And one by one kneel down to look upon their Life.
This is heartening. So delighted Boris won. You just know no one had to explain to him the history behind the holiday. You just know no one had to explain to him how great a threat anti-Semitism is, or the importance of what he is saying here. He gets it.
…from me and the donkey I met on Whiddy Island, in Ireland.
Sing a carol written by a Jew! There are plenty. Today, I offer you this one, from a couple of crooners you might recognize: