Voegelinian scholar, Grant Havers, has a new, insightful, and wonderfully written book on Lincoln here: http://press.umsystem.edu/fall2009/havers.htm .
Please take note of the University of Missouri Press, they’re the publisher of Voegelin’s complete works and they publish a plethora of outstanding philosophy works by contemporary Voegelinian scholars.
The talking heads are just apoplectic over Ms. O’Donnell’s victory over the GOP RINO candidate in the People’s Republic of Delaware. Well, I don’t think they get it. As old Bob said, “The times they are a changin”, the old Neocon dog ain’t huntin’. I don’t know about you, but I sure hope our own Carl Scott et al have a few comments on what appears to be a ‘rising.’
I, accidentally, set our east field on fire. Unable to “extinguish the flames” as they inexorably headed for the woods, I called the West Point Volunteer Fire Dept. for assistance which was expeditiously rendered and the flames, at times reaching to six feet in height and crackling like a regiment of rebel infantry advancing on a Yankee line, extinguished. As it turns out the Fire Dept. Captain was an old high school classmate.
Unfortunately, I’d neglected to check my Ohio driver’s license until recently and to my chagrin I found that it had expired . . . about a year ago. Well, much to the amusement of a number of bureaucrats and associated hirelings, Bob was informed that he’d have to begin from the beginning and get a ‘driver’s permit,’ much as I had in 1963. For a week I waited for the beloved first wife to come home from work so I’d have a ‘licensed driver’ with me when I drove down the roads and byways of the great state of Ohio. And, so it was that by the laws of Ohio I suffered the indignities associated with being a ‘probationary driver.’
The morning I was scheduled to take the driver’s test, my pal Butch, who drives an Audi TT, offered to accompany me, as a ‘licensed driver’, to the Ohio State Motor Vehicle Bureau. Butch, a Democrat, got his lovely wife Coleen, a Democrat University instructor, to lend me her shiny new red Volvo sedan (the ‘academic’ model) for the test because my ten year old Prism, the product of automotive incest, has a cracked front window, a crime that would have disallowed me from even taking the test.
Well, as it turned out all my fears, which the night before the test resulted in me tossing and turning prior to sleep and having visions and thoughts of never, ever getting a driver’s license, were for naught because old Bob though limited to one eye, passed the test with pretty much the same score he received in 1963.
I’m scheduled to take the mandatory training to receive a license to carry concealed in the state of Ohio. I’m not sure if I’ll carry my Smith and Wesson, 45 ACP, on my hip or get a smaller 9mm or 38 revolver? Any recommendations are appreciated. I think I’ll carry a Beretta Tomcat or the small Ruger for a pocket gun. Is this a great country or what?
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