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A Man's Home Is His Hassle

I should presumably be writing a nice Fourth-of-July note to put into the hopper for tomorrow, but I don’t have any ideas at the moment. If some idea strikes me, I may be able to post, but it will be a bit of a hassle, and it will be easy to post on Saturday (Chukat, Judges 11:1−33), so I probably will wait, and that whatever the idea is, it will have fled.

I could also write up a State of the Blog post, such as I used to do, month to month, but my notes are in a little thumb drive which I think is in the pocket of the waistcoat I was wearing yesterday. I hope that’s where it is. I could go through the trouble again of finding out that I had thirty-odd posts in June and ninety-odd comments, which is up five from May but down from thirty-glob posts in June of 2007. Or something. Frankly, that would be a hassle, too.

Is this a theme of hassle-avoidance? Perhaps it is. I have plenty of hassle in my life at present. Good hassle, but then this Tohu Bohu is good hassle, and it’s still hassle. At least I’m not behind on my Book Reports anymore, until I finish the one I’m nearly done with now.

Well, anyway. Have a happy Fourth of July. I hope you all, Gentle Readers, have just the right amount of hassle—not so little that you are absent from your family, friends and hobbies, but not so much that you are with them only to gripe and grouse. Enjoy the Independence of America.

Oh, and I’ll pass along an observation from a citizen of South Africa, resident in this country the last few years, who adores the Fourth of July. She points out that South Africa does not have any great national celebration day, splitting its national holidays between Reconciliation Day, Human Rights Day, Freedom Day and other such stupid (to use her word) holidays, most of which aren’t really celebrated by all the various ethnic, language and political groups. Which makes sense: the days largely commemorate the victory of one group over another within the country. In this nation of ours, the Fourth of July commemorates our Declaration of Independence, and aside from any resident Englishmen (or Welshmen, I suppose, if they feel that way about it) it wasn’t a victory over anybody here. Which may be nice to think about, as you watch the rockets’ red glare, and the cherry bombs, bursting, in air.

Tolerabimus quod tolerare debemus,


I play DND with a Brit, and our group has been teasing him about losing the colony, way back when, as though it were his colony. He is a good-natured chap, and he takes it on the chin, stiff upper lip, and all that. Thinks of England.

A lot of that, of course, is because he doesn't give a rat's ass. As he points out, that was nearly three hundred years ago. Doesn't care about Stonehenge much, either, although he grew up practically in its shadow.

Not a lot of poetry in the soul, our Brit...

Well, and without wanting to get into a whole thing here, I would say that of all the colonial losses GB has suffered, the loss of the American colonies is neither the costliest nor the one that made them look the worst. I mean, yes, amber waves of grain, but we can't play cricket or rugby or even football worth a damn, can we? But one anorexic loony in a loincloth and they lose the whole Indian subcontinent.


(quote about 20th C. history from some terrible movie or other, can't remember which one but possibly Water.)

This isn't well known, but the loony to whom you refer was reputed to have terrible breath, and it is said that toward the end of his life, when he was fasting, he often came over quite ill. In the literature, medical and memoirical alike, these two facts are often related together, the story told being that his fasting led not only to his frailty but also to his unfortunate oral hygiene. Even so, it is largely glossed over in most relations of his life. So, while it is of course well known that he walked everywhere barefoot, few people know the fall of the Empire's hold over India was in fact caused by a super-calloused fragile mystic plagued with halitosis.

All together, now...

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