In a way, I’ve been a socialist all my life. I grew up in a large family, where everyone shared everything, each according to his ability and each according to his need. I was educated by Teresian nuns and Jesuits, who shared everything, according to ability and need. I now have a large family of my own, where everyone shares everything, each according to his ability and each according to his need. In this sense, I guess I am a socialist. In fact, the only true socialists in the history of the world have been members of healthy families and religious orders. This kind of socialism, of course, is voluntary, motivated by love.
The other kind — the fraudulent kind, associated with demagogues, revolutionaries, and homicidal maniacs — is coercive, motivated by envy and lust for power. It’s time we stopped confusing the two.
If you want to be a socialist, go ahead. Just do it on your own dime.
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There’ll be riots if that one’s rejected;
There’ll be riots if that one’s elected:
Either way, we are stuck
When his fans run amuck
And it’s better McCain is selected.
NO BIG DEAL
Why feel sorry for the slain
While you’re sucking out his brain,
Tearing off of him
Every little limb,
If he cannot feel real pain?
“Shall I never see the morn?
Hear a rattle, bell, or horn?
Or taste the air?
Or touch your hair?
Must I die before I’m born?”
BABES FOR BUSH
Try as hard as you possibly can,
You’ll not find even one Kerry fan:
As election day looms,
All the babes in their wombs
Know instinctively Bush is their man!
“In confusion I resorted
To the ‘choice’ that was exhorted;
Now every day
I cry and pray
For the baby I aborted.”
LOST ON EARTH
We’re so eager to find a trace
Of the least little life in space,
But here on Earth
We bar the birth
Of lives we could embrace.
Don’t be fooled by the “pro-choice” ruse
That amoralists use to confuse,
For your choices could
Be bad or good
And it matters how you choose.
Five Justices’ wanton support
Preserves the grim “right” to abort:
To keep babies alive,
Replace one of those five
And establish a life-choosing Court.
“Oh, Mama, don’t let that thing get me!
Oh, Mama, you’ve not even met me!
Oh, Mama, please give
Me a lifetime to live!
Oh, Mama, you’d never regret me!”
Last week’s limerick:
“He’s compared to the Christ and to Gandhi,
He’s offered us all bags of candy,
But he got my vote when
The endorsements came in
From the Fonz, Richie, Opie, and Andy.”
To take the fall foliage tour, all I have to do is look out my front door and admire the tree in my neighbor’s yard across the street. Lots of great vistas from my backyard, too.
The world is charged with the grandeur of God.
It will flame out, like shining from shook foil;
It gathers to a greatness, like the ooze of oil
Crushed. Why do men then now not reck his rod?
Generations have trod, have trod, have trod;
And all is seared with trade; bleared, smeared with toil;
And wears man’s smudge and shares man’s smell: the soil
Is bare now, nor can foot feel, being shod.
And for all this, nature is never spent;
There lives the dearest freshness deep down things;
And though the last lights off the black West went
Oh, morning, at the brown brink eastward, springs—
Because the Holy Ghost over the bent
World broods with warm breast and with ah! bright wings.
–Gerard Manley Hopkins, 1918