Category Archives: The World

The Bravest

Remember the 343

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The Man in the Red Bandana

May we never forget

~ Detail from the FDNY Memorial Wall

“The time for mourning may pass, but the time for remembering never does.”
President George W. Bush

This is Louisiana

The state seal, rendered in crude oil.

Rod Dreher on the catastrophe in the Gulf:

A rolling apocalypse * On the fate of the pelicans

Image: Charlie Riedel (AP)

Travis Louie: “Rooty”

Sometime in the late 1850s, after an unusually long, hard rain, a strange figure pulled himself out of the ground and began terrorizing a small mining town in Northern California. It wasn’t so much that he actually physically hurt anyone, . . .it was his unusual appearance combined with his high-pitched cackling and near constant mumbling, which caused such a strong vibration, it rattled window panes and interrupted many a conversation. He was nick-named “Rooty” because of the long root-like tendrils that protruded from the top of his misshapen head and the strong scent of ginseng that came from his body.

More of his ilk here.

Called to mind by Wenlock and Mandeville.

Britain goes to the polls

Guardian: Did Sun Photoshop Page 3 girls’ underwear Tory blue?

The Sun, champions of women everywhere, urges its readers to “Save these girls from the dole tomorrow”. It’s talking of course about today’s page three feature, which features no fewer than 16 topless women.

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Guardian: Election Day front pages gallery

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AFP: Voters cast ballots in pubs

Locals who would normally pop into The Anglesea Arms pub for a pint of Broadside, Brakspear or Wandle ale were instead making the much more serious decision of who should represent them in parliament.

Regular punters poured into the boozer in plush South Kensington to choose their MP rather than their main course as they sidled into the half-dozen voter booths in what is normally the restaurant section.

One mother trooped in with her three children, all wearing their school uniform of navy blue blazers and straw boater hats.

Outside, the Conservative teller, wearing a blue rosette and a smart suit, took a risk by leaving his overcoat under the freshly-watered hanging baskets of pansies.

“I think I’m very fortunate to be able to vote in the pub,” said the retired Judy Carter, whose home overlooks the alehouse. “I think I’ll be popping in for a drink later on.

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Telegraph election coverage

Times election coverage

The Spectator Coffeehouse

Sea Lion Hall wishes you a Happy Cinco de Mayo

Charley “Sea Lion” Hall, pictured here warming up for the Red Sox in 1913, was born Carlos Clolo, of Mexican parentage, in Ventura, Calif.

As far as the ‘Sea Lion’ name, the only thing I ever heard was, ‘he had the voice of a walrus.’ ~ a baseball historian quoted at Wikipedia

Sea Lion Hall they used to call him. He had a raucous penetrating voice like a fog horn at sea, and when he roared, especially from the coaching lines, you could hear him all over the stands.

Hall pitched in the big leagues….when inelegant players referred to Charley as ‘the Greaser.’ He didn’t mind Sea Lion, rather relished it, but Greaser was a fighting word, and Charley was in plenty of fights. He capitalized on his ability with his fists and in handling rough customers. ~ The baseball writer Fred Lieb, quoted in a history of the St. Paul Saints

Image: Library of Congress

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The author Richard Rodriguez, himself of Mestizo (Indian and Spanish) descent, offers a fascinating and very useful perspective on the immigration controversy in his essay “Mexicans in America”:

Hispanic. In all the video footage I have seen of people crossing illegally from Mexico, of people arrested, the faces look more Indian than Spanish. Most of the illegal immigrants from Mexico may be mestizo, racially, but Indian features predominate. And isn’t that curious? The Indians are illegally coming into the United States. Indians will always wander in the Americas and they should.

Elsewhere he says:

I keep trying to tell people that Los Angeles is already the largest Indian city in the U.S., that there are Toltecs playing Little League baseball in Pasadena, Mayans making beds at the Marriott in Westwood, and Chichimecs driving buses in L.A. Los Angeles is a majority-Indian city. Of course, since we don’t see the Indian as a living figure — having turned the Indian into a kind of mascot for the ecology movement, a symbol of prehistory — we can’t see the Indian among us. But what really terrifies Americans right now is the prospect that the Indian is very much alive, that the Indian is having nine babies in Guatemala, and that those nine babies are headed this way. This is one reason why Americans hold on so dearly to the myth of the dead Indian.

Again, Richard Rodriguez — very much worth a read:

“A View from the Melting Pot”

“Mexicans in America”