Bill Murray y la fe.

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His parents were Irish Catholics; one of his sisters is a nun. This conspicuous religion adds to his broad church appeal (there’s a citation from the Christian Science Monitor on his golfing memoirs). You don’t need to ask if his faith is important to him. He talks about how 19th-century candidates risk not getting canonised because the church is keen to push ahead with the likes of John Paul II and Mother Teresa. “I think they’re just trying to get current and hot,” he smiles.

One new saint he does approve of is Pope John XXIII (who died in 1963). “I’ll buy that one, he’s my guy; an extraordinary joyous Florentine who changed the order. I’m not sure all those changes were right. I tend to disagree with what they call the new mass. I think we lost something by losing the Latin. Now if you go to a Catholic mass even just in Harlem it can be in Spanish, it can be in Ethiopian, it can be in any number of languages. The shape of it, the pictures, are the same but the words aren’t the same.”

Isn’t it good for people to understand it? “I guess,” he says, shaking his head. “But there’s a vibration to those words. If you’ve been in the business long enough you know what they mean anyway. And I really miss the music – the power of it, y’know? Yikes! Sacred music has an affect on your brain.” Instead, he says, we get “folk songs … top 40 stuff … oh, brother….”

Vía The gospel according to Bill Murray: impending apocalypse, seatbelt safety and his favourite saint.

Los orígenes de Indiana Jones

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The film [El secreto de los Incas] is often cited by film buffs as a direct inspiration for the Indiana Jones franchise of films, with many of the scenes in Secret of the Incas bearing a striking resemblance in tone and structure to scenes in Raiders of the Lost Ark. Throughout Secret of the Incas, the main character, Harry Steele, can be seen wearing the “Indiana Jones” outfit: brown leather jacket, fedora, tan pants, an over-the-shoulder bag, and revolver. The character also sometimes wears a light beard, unusual for films of its time, and there is a tomb scene involving a revelatory shaft of light similar to the “Map Room” sequence in Raiders.

Raiders’ costume designer Deborah Nadoolman Landis noted that the inspiration for Indiana’s costume was Charlton Heston’s Harry Steele in Secret of the Incas: “We did watch this film together as a crew several times, and I always thought it strange that the filmmakers did not credit it later as the inspiration for the series” and quipped that the film is “almost a shot for shot Raiders of the Lost Ark.”

Vía.

La sobreexposición puede ser fatal para [Pablo Iglesias] en el año que aún queda para las elecciones generales y no tiene motivos para esperar que todos los periodistas sean Jesús Cintora o Iñaki López. Con todo, lo mejor fue el acto de justicia de Tele-5 ante su audiencia: sustituyó a Pablo Iglesias por lo más aproximado que había en el mercado nacional: el pequeño Nicolás.

Negritas añadidas. Innecesariamente.

El chollo va a cambiar de bando.

Un medicamento para todos los males

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Revolutionary France of the 1790s provided the perfect background for an ambitious, politically conscious, and energetic soldier such as Bonaparte to make his way to the top. It demonstrated the classic parabola of revolution: a constitutional beginning; reformist moderation quickening into ever-increasing extremism; a descent into violence; a period of sheer terror, ended by a violent reaction; a time of confusion, cross-currents, and chaos, marked by growing exhaustion and disgust with change; and eventually an overwhelming demand of ‘a Man on Horseback’ tp restore order, regularity, and prosperity. Victor Hugo, a child of one of Bonaparte’s generals, was later to write: ‘Nothing is more powerful than an idea whose time has come.’ It is equally true to say: ‘No one is more fortunate than a man whose time has come.’

También nosotros poseemos nuestra panacea. Quien escribe es Paul Johnson en su biografía de Napoleon.

Están aquí para ayudarte

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So when people have a big question, especially now since the decline of the orthodox religions, they don’t turn to philosophy for the answer but try to formulate it in whatever technical words have been bequeathed to them, and when a scientist comes along and says “I have the answer”, or even “there is no question”, they think “this guy knows what he’s talking about, I’d better lean on him”.

Roger Scruton, vía.

Scruton parece ser el filósofo de referencia del conservadurismo moderno, pero:

UPDATE: My esteemed What’s Wrong with the World co-blogger Lydia McGrew has reminded me of something about which I had completely forgotten: that Scruton, while he opposes creating a legal right to assisted suicide, has taken the view that there are cases where a doctor who intentionally hastens a terminal patient’s death (e.g. via an overdose of morphine) should not be prosecuted and – Scruton seems to think – has even done something admirable. (See chapter 4 of his book A Political Philosophy.) Says Lydia: “I do think that pro-life, contemporary, Christian conservative writers should moderate their raptures about Scruton somewhat in light of such views.” And she is absolutely right. Such views are – in my judgment no less than Lydia’s – gravely immoral, and I regret having overlooked this unhappy side of Scruton’s work.

Recuerda (o recuerdan a) Edward Feser. (Negritas añadidas.)

The history of the West over the last four or five centuries – revolution after revolution, one authority, institution, or standard collapsing after another – can be seen as the gradual unfolding of the implications of the mechanistic, anti-classical, anti-Scholastic philosophical (not scientific) revolution inaugurated by Bacon, Galileo, Hobbes, Descartes, Locke, et al. The breathtaking decline in private morals over the last several decades just marks the acceleration of this development, as the revolution has now reached into the core institution of all human society, the nuclear family. And things are only going to get worse. Much much worse. Brace yourselves.

Escribe Edward Feser.

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We’d get advanced warning when the American B-52’s were going to bomb the enemy positions. These were the most frightening times of the war. We’d stuff cotton in our ears and our nose and shut our eyes tight and crouch down against the ground. The bombs didn’t drop in one place. They spread out like sand. And if you weren’t ready for them and happened to be standing up with your ears uncovered and your eyes open, the pressure alone could burst your heart or break a vessel in your brain. When they dropped their bombs, I don’t think those pilots knew what it was like on the ground.

Humans of New York… por el mundo.

Fred Reed recuerda los buenos viejos tiempos…

… mientras pone rumbo a la reunión de antiguos alumnos de instituto.

We, largely rural kids of the small-town South, represented without knowing it a culture, an approach to existence, and a devastating principle: You can’t impose decency, honesty, good behavior, or responsibility. They are in the culture, or they are not. If they are, you don’t need laws, police, and supervison. If they are not, laws won’t much help. And this is why the US is over, at least as the country we knew.

King George Days. When We Were America.

Mi Reino no es de este mundo.

Sí, sí que lo es, ¿eh, Osteen? Lo llamaremos el reino americano de las macmansiones.

“When you come to church, when you worship him, you’re not doing it for God really. You’re doing it for yourself, because that’s what makes God happy. Amen?”

As you might predict, the congregation responded with a loud “Amen.”

America deserves the Osteens. The consumer culture, the cult of the therapeutic, the marketing impulse, and the sheer superficiality of American cultural Christianity probably made the Osteens inevitable. The Osteens are phenomenally successful because they are the exaggerated fulfillment of the self-help movement and the cult of celebrity rolled into one massive mega-church media empire. And, to cap it all off, they give Americans what Americans crave — reassurance delivered with a smile.

Ecribe Albert Mohler, quien termina brillantemente:

If our message cannot be preached with credibility in Mosul, it should not be preached in Houston. That is the Osteen Predicament.