Itō Jakuchū – Willow Tree and Mandarin Ducks in the Snow
Night
Itō Jakuchū – (伊藤若冲 Japanese, 1716-1800) White Plum Blossoms in Moonlight 月夜白梅図
Worthies
Itō Jakuchū – Five hundred arhats
Orlando
This will be my only post on the horrorshow in Orlando. As usual, Fred said it more concisely than I ever could-
From the standpoint of a curmudgeon, to which ashen-souled tribe I belong, the events in Orlando provide the gray satisfaction of confirmation. We in our dismal trade derive no joy from unavoidable sufferings springing from the routine malice of existence—cancer, automobile wrecks, birth defects—but we thrive on the self-inflicted, on the finger-hammerings accompanied by cries of “Ouch!” We observe that Muslims are nothing but trouble anywhere, so we import Muslims. We observe that diversity is the chief source of bitter strife in the world, so we open the borders. When seeking employees, we deliberately hire people who can’t do the job. In our universities we purposely admit those who neither can nor want to learn. Then, when the obvious, the predictable, indeed the inevitable unexpectedly occurs, we insist that it really didn’t, or shouldn’t have, or wouldn’t have, or something, and do it again. In its way it is wonderfully funny.
Unless of course you are among the dead.
Something that cannot be forgotten in all the shameless political posturing I’ve seen since this terrible event- that was 50 AMERICANS that were killed ON OUR OWN SOIL- and why we cannot rise up in righteous anger at that simple fact, why we cannot bring ourselves to speak the true name of our enemy- ISLAM- is a mystery to me. We have lost whatever grit and manhood we ever possessed as a nation.
I laughed, I cried
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Itō Jakuchū (1716-1800)
Today in History at TechnoChitlins
At 9:30 in the morning on this day in 1903, Henry Ford and other prospective stockholders in the Ford Motor Company meet in Detroit to sign the official paperwork required to create a new corporation.
The penultimate result, so far, is this-
Yum. But I have to settle for my clapped-out F-150. One can dream, though…