Dearest kindly brightened my day with the news that another of of the Almighty's loudmouthpieces was caught "with his pants down and his wallet out" as Dearest put it. Except that's not quite correct. Checkbook would be more to the point. Except that that's not quite correct, either. Seems that the Rev. reported the checks missing.
Hmmm...lessee here: That would involve bearing false witness and adultery AND stealing (given that the check would have not been honored). In other words, three Commandments down in one shot. You have to admire the multi-tasking, if nothing else...
If I believed in Hell, I'd hope for a special place reserved for such Prurient Puritans. Satan wouldn't even have to work at it.. Just lock 'em all in the same room. Naked. With every sex toy and XXX film ever made. Imagining the eternal tension between holier-than-thou and hornier-than-thou more than offsets the "EEEEeeeeewwwww!!!" factor--trust me on this.
Friday, July 20, 2007
Sunday, July 15, 2007
Got any more bright ideas, Mr. President?
Three cheers for schadenfreude: At least the s(t)eamy Vitter/Allen/Burkman highjinks these past two weeks may well pay off in 2008. That being said, it's a sad state of...errrr...affairs to find yourself rooting for Larry Flynt to help clean House (and Senate) of their "Do as I say, not as I do" faction.
All the same, that's been the one hopeful spot in the political week. And then there's everything else. For instance that Global! War!! On!!! Terror!!!! What do we 'mericans have to show that could possibly be worth going-on-half-a-trillion dollars, over four thousand US lives (I'm including the contractor body-count), our birthright Constitution maimed and still bleeding, and the accelerated ill will of our fellow travellers on this Spaceship Earth?
In any branch of our military, such mortally dangerous incompetence would guarantee a court-martial and sacking. But not for its Decider-in-Chief. Yet, by now, Napoleon's (alleged) advice to "never attribute to malice that which can be adequately explained by stupidity" is moot. "Cui bono?" no longer matters: Impeachment should be not only "on the table," but served as the main course. Primarily for the sake of future Americans now endangered because the bar for governance has been lowered--to the point where a trench has to be dug for it. And---even more to the point--the unprecedented proceedings which remove the President and Vice-President from office should be immediately followed by handing both (and their hench(wo)men) over to the Hague to answer to the world's justice.
Plainly put: Mere impeachment is not enough. This Administration has thumbed its nose at public sentiment, Constitutional boundaries, and the covenant that those in power make with History when they assume office. If China can execute its food and drug inspector for corruption, why should we not insist on such accountability from those whose venality and hubris and sheer myopic incompetence have cost thousands of lives? Let them meet the same fate as Keitel, Jodl, Streicher, et. al.: Choking on the ashes of their legacies, ears ringing with the calumny of History, on their way to an ignoble and ignominious grave.
All the same, that's been the one hopeful spot in the political week. And then there's everything else. For instance that Global! War!! On!!! Terror!!!! What do we 'mericans have to show that could possibly be worth going-on-half-a-trillion dollars, over four thousand US lives (I'm including the contractor body-count), our birthright Constitution maimed and still bleeding, and the accelerated ill will of our fellow travellers on this Spaceship Earth?
- 24% of the senior leadership positions at the Department of Homeland Security (an Orwellian name if ever was) are vacant. Mmmm-hmmm, that would be the people who are supposed to stand between us and Big, Bad, Bin Ladin. Missing from their posts. And did we mention that in two years the DHS had 844 cybersecurity "incidents"? Do the long division, peeps: That's over one per day.
- Which, perchance, explains why getting your mitts on enough radioactive material to FUBAR a city block is just so d---ned easy these days.
- And those troublemakers from Iran and Syria who are embarassing our little nation-building exercise in Iraq? Turns out that they're more likely to hang their head-wraps in Saudi Arabia. You know, those repressive b@$+@rds our extortionist gas prices keep in power?
- But it appears that this may not be the chiefest of our concerns. Because al-Qaeda got its groove back.
In any branch of our military, such mortally dangerous incompetence would guarantee a court-martial and sacking. But not for its Decider-in-Chief. Yet, by now, Napoleon's (alleged) advice to "never attribute to malice that which can be adequately explained by stupidity" is moot. "Cui bono?" no longer matters: Impeachment should be not only "on the table," but served as the main course. Primarily for the sake of future Americans now endangered because the bar for governance has been lowered--to the point where a trench has to be dug for it. And---even more to the point--the unprecedented proceedings which remove the President and Vice-President from office should be immediately followed by handing both (and their hench(wo)men) over to the Hague to answer to the world's justice.
Plainly put: Mere impeachment is not enough. This Administration has thumbed its nose at public sentiment, Constitutional boundaries, and the covenant that those in power make with History when they assume office. If China can execute its food and drug inspector for corruption, why should we not insist on such accountability from those whose venality and hubris and sheer myopic incompetence have cost thousands of lives? Let them meet the same fate as Keitel, Jodl, Streicher, et. al.: Choking on the ashes of their legacies, ears ringing with the calumny of History, on their way to an ignoble and ignominious grave.
Friday, July 6, 2007
Now we're all Charlie Brown
Some days it feels like I wasn't born with enough capacity for outrage. 'Cuz this one's a doozy. A federal appeals court has ruled that those suing the NSA for its illegal eavesdropping do not have sufficient legal standing to bring the almighty NSA to justice.
Now, unless I'm woefully under-informed, to prove damages, you have to provide evidence that you were being illegally wiretapped.
Seriously now, what do you think the odds are that any-old-one can obtain the evidence in the first place? Yep--you guessed it. About the same as the likelihood of Osama bin Laden dropping by Oktoberfest for a brat and a Leinie's.
Forget the football, Charlie Browns: It's time to aim for Lucy. Remember this next November. Tattoo it on the insides of your eyelids if necessary. But do not, Not, NOT let the b@$+@rd$ who confirmed these police state sympathizers stay in office.
Now, unless I'm woefully under-informed, to prove damages, you have to provide evidence that you were being illegally wiretapped.
Seriously now, what do you think the odds are that any-old-one can obtain the evidence in the first place? Yep--you guessed it. About the same as the likelihood of Osama bin Laden dropping by Oktoberfest for a brat and a Leinie's.
Forget the football, Charlie Browns: It's time to aim for Lucy. Remember this next November. Tattoo it on the insides of your eyelids if necessary. But do not, Not, NOT let the b@$+@rd$ who confirmed these police state sympathizers stay in office.
Wednesday, July 4, 2007
Another bee in the swarm
(Actually, this time I'm not actually talking about bees. I'm merely making good on saying that I'd chip in with my tuppence of text to the Blog Against Theocracy swarm. So with apologies to those on whom I've previously foisted these observations/ opinions, here goes...)
Plainly put, theocracy is based on faulty principles that make it disasterous in practice. And it is more than high time that well-meaning people stopped listening to the silky lies of those who would graft a steeple onto the halls of government.
If this country, as some claim, was founded on Judeo-Christian principles, the principles in question were, quite bluntly, the wrong ones. Mainly I'm thinking of slavery and the second-class status of women--both as much a fact of life in 1776/1789 as they were in the ancient world. Moreover, the Bible's worldview is blatantly monarchist, something which our Founders quite emphatically distanced themselves. Scripture has diddley to say about voting. That came to us from the (pagan) Greeks and the Norse. In short, the "Judeo-Christian principles" argument is an outright lie coupled with stealing credit for ideas that were created by non-Jews/Christians.
But (the well-meaning Christian might ask), what about the Ten Commandments that are the basis for our laws? Last time I checked, it wasn't against the law to covet, commit adultery, party on the Sabbath, worship other Gods (with the penalty that your children unto the third and fourth generation are punished for your lack of faith), etc. Really, only murder, stealing and perjury have made it into the laws of this land. But Judeo-Christian principles can hardly claim to hold a monopoly on those values. Those kinds of things are pretty much frowned on anywhere you look. Including under Communist rule, I might add. Again, a lie coupled with plaguarism.
And so, failing on the merits of the historical record (as well as basic logic), the well-meaning Christian will fall back on trying to divine the intent of the de-facto "patron saints" of American democracy. (That would be the folks that we remember today, with maybe Lincoln allowed to tag along.) After all, if their pastors/priests know the mind of the Almighty, how hard can it be for them to commune with the shades of guys who have only been dead a couple hundred years?
Were the Founders of the United States Christian men? Mostly. No argument there. That's how they were raised, for pete's sake. Would anyone expect them to suddenly become Buddhist? Did they also assume that most Americans were and would continue to be Christian? Absolutely. (Again, is this surprising?) Did they necessarily consider that a thing of unqualified good? Maybe not so much. What tends to be glossed over in the hagiography-and-handwaving that passes for high school history is that the very deep rifts between Puritan, Baptist, Quaker, et. al. were a large concern in the politics of the day. This was a world in which it was not unheard-of for people to be driven out of town (and hanged when they didn't stay banished) for the "crime" of not following the crowd.
As much as we've manage to demolish many of the barriers to full participation in society since 1789, basic human nature does not change. The brotherhood under Christ is as much of a pretty lie as it was centuries ago. Establish a "Christian" government in this country, and you'll see its many factions fall on each other like hungry dingoes, and in less than a New York nanosecond. The internecene butchery of Sunni and Shiite Muslims in Iraq will be a minor kerfuffle in comparison to the "Our Jesus can beat up your Jesus" war that would erupt here. Bluntly put: If the arsenal and resources of the most powerful nation are up for grabs, you can bet your collection plate tithe that the battles will NOT be rhetorical. The likes of Pat Robertson (who has no moral qualms with assasination) and company will guarantee that.
Arthur: I am your King!If you find Monty Python's send-up of Arthurian politics in the least bit funny, then you will understand why I think that theocracy is such a very bad idea. Basically, it boils down to this: Putting yourself in charge of other people because you think you talk to supernatural beings is as ridiculous as crowning yourself King in "some farcical aquatic ceremony". Only far, FAR more dangerous.
Woman: Well, I didn't vote for you.
Arthur: You don't vote for Kings!
Woman: Well, how did you become King, then?
Arthur: The Lady of the Lake,...[angels sing]...her arm clad in the purest shimmering samite, held aloft Excalibur from the bosom of the water signifying by Divine Providence that I, Arthur, was to carry Excalibur. [singing stops] That is why I am your King!
Dennis: Listen. Strange women lying in ponds distributing swords is no basis for a system of government. Supreme executive power derives from a mandate from the masses, not from some farcical aquatic ceremony.
Arthur: Be quiet!
Dennis: Well, but you can't expect to wield supreme executive power just 'cause some watery tart threw a sword at you!
Arthur: Shut up!
Dennis: I mean, if I went 'round saying I was an Emperor just because some moistened bint had lobbed a scimitar at me, they'd put me away!
Arthur: Shut up, will you? Just shut up!
Dennis: Ah, now we see the violence inherent in the system!
Plainly put, theocracy is based on faulty principles that make it disasterous in practice. And it is more than high time that well-meaning people stopped listening to the silky lies of those who would graft a steeple onto the halls of government.
If this country, as some claim, was founded on Judeo-Christian principles, the principles in question were, quite bluntly, the wrong ones. Mainly I'm thinking of slavery and the second-class status of women--both as much a fact of life in 1776/1789 as they were in the ancient world. Moreover, the Bible's worldview is blatantly monarchist, something which our Founders quite emphatically distanced themselves. Scripture has diddley to say about voting. That came to us from the (pagan) Greeks and the Norse. In short, the "Judeo-Christian principles" argument is an outright lie coupled with stealing credit for ideas that were created by non-Jews/Christians.
But (the well-meaning Christian might ask), what about the Ten Commandments that are the basis for our laws? Last time I checked, it wasn't against the law to covet, commit adultery, party on the Sabbath, worship other Gods (with the penalty that your children unto the third and fourth generation are punished for your lack of faith), etc. Really, only murder, stealing and perjury have made it into the laws of this land. But Judeo-Christian principles can hardly claim to hold a monopoly on those values. Those kinds of things are pretty much frowned on anywhere you look. Including under Communist rule, I might add. Again, a lie coupled with plaguarism.
And so, failing on the merits of the historical record (as well as basic logic), the well-meaning Christian will fall back on trying to divine the intent of the de-facto "patron saints" of American democracy. (That would be the folks that we remember today, with maybe Lincoln allowed to tag along.) After all, if their pastors/priests know the mind of the Almighty, how hard can it be for them to commune with the shades of guys who have only been dead a couple hundred years?
Were the Founders of the United States Christian men? Mostly. No argument there. That's how they were raised, for pete's sake. Would anyone expect them to suddenly become Buddhist? Did they also assume that most Americans were and would continue to be Christian? Absolutely. (Again, is this surprising?) Did they necessarily consider that a thing of unqualified good? Maybe not so much. What tends to be glossed over in the hagiography-and-handwaving that passes for high school history is that the very deep rifts between Puritan, Baptist, Quaker, et. al. were a large concern in the politics of the day. This was a world in which it was not unheard-of for people to be driven out of town (and hanged when they didn't stay banished) for the "crime" of not following the crowd.
As much as we've manage to demolish many of the barriers to full participation in society since 1789, basic human nature does not change. The brotherhood under Christ is as much of a pretty lie as it was centuries ago. Establish a "Christian" government in this country, and you'll see its many factions fall on each other like hungry dingoes, and in less than a New York nanosecond. The internecene butchery of Sunni and Shiite Muslims in Iraq will be a minor kerfuffle in comparison to the "Our Jesus can beat up your Jesus" war that would erupt here. Bluntly put: If the arsenal and resources of the most powerful nation are up for grabs, you can bet your collection plate tithe that the battles will NOT be rhetorical. The likes of Pat Robertson (who has no moral qualms with assasination) and company will guarantee that.
Tuesday, July 3, 2007
Detritus
There are any number of things that fell by the wayside when I morphed into what passes for an adult. A small sample:
And so the Fourth joined the churchyard clique of standard-issue holidays that I've learned to dread (and often despise) for their empty, tchotchke-spangled mummeries.
A few of the B-list festival days have survived, though, and are now well-tended as part of a careful cross-breeding program with the few private holidays eked out of the workaday calendar. Enough of a menagerie, I think, for the erstatz grown-up who still likes peanut butter and fast carnival rides and Dr. Seuss and dollhouses and the heady perfume of a freshly-opened box of crayons and...
- I used to consider a steady diet of television (the four major food groups: ABC, NBC, CBS and PBS) my birthright as an American.
- I used to believe that the thought actually counts.
- I once considered any bottle of wine worth opening when it bore a sketch of a chateau/manor, and a British or French brand name.
- I once had a taste for pastels and Rococco. (Mom hasn't yet realized that I've outgrown this. For her sake, pretty-please don't rat me out.)
- For some time, my most cherished wish was to be able to fly under my own power.
- When I was young, I could actually eat Velveeta cheese straight-up.
- Once, I believed that my mother was right about bad people being bad because they didn't feel loved.
And so the Fourth joined the churchyard clique of standard-issue holidays that I've learned to dread (and often despise) for their empty, tchotchke-spangled mummeries.
A few of the B-list festival days have survived, though, and are now well-tended as part of a careful cross-breeding program with the few private holidays eked out of the workaday calendar. Enough of a menagerie, I think, for the erstatz grown-up who still likes peanut butter and fast carnival rides and Dr. Seuss and dollhouses and the heady perfume of a freshly-opened box of crayons and...
Saturday, June 30, 2007
Career planning exercise
It's said that one must be prepared for opportunity. So, over the years, I've been accreting a mental checklist for such time as the people of the world come to their senses and elect me El Supremo Presidente for Life.
Until last night, I had overlooked one Cabinet Position that now seems like such a no-brainer--de rigeur, even, for an Enlightened, (mostly*) Benevolent Dictatorship: A Politeness Czar! Why didn't I think of it before? [insert obligatory auto-smacking of forehead] Give Judith Martin powers that barely fall short of my own [insert mental image of subpoenas engraved on vellum parchment], and public discourse would clear up immediately. Well, nearly immediately. After a few (ahem!) "examples" are made of the most egregious offenders.
For instance, Ms. Martin would have the power to schlep the Fred Phelps clan, Ann Coulter, Bill O'Reilly, et. al. off to the newly-established Witless Protection Program. Then, still on the government nickel, alter their appearances via cosmetic surgery. (In Ann's case, that might not require too much work: leave her there long enough for her roots to grow out and the years of bulb-tanning to run their course--it shouldn't take long, from the looks of it.) Nationalize their assets, and require them to spend the rest of their lives actually working for a living. Preferably in low-end retail.
See, I think that the essential problem with the way that Western-style executive "Cabinets" are arranged is that they address the symptoms and not the underlying disease. When I'm elected Autocrat of damp little planetary jewel that we like to call "Earth", the arrangement would be significantly different. The Cabinet positions on my informal laundry-list include:
But. (You knew that there had to be a "but," didn't you?)
As important as it is to minimize the (alas, inevitable) damage done by the morons and @$holes, it is drop-dead critical that no one is exempted from taking responsibility for their knowledge and beliefs, as well as their actions (and inactions). Simply put, there is no point in levelling the playing field for bench-warmers.
I suspect that the blowback from the "personal accountability" initiatives may actually be more severe than that from divesting the robber baron thugs of their ill-gotten gelt and influence. But once the bullhorns of demogoguery have been turned off, the warlords defanged, the monopolies disenfranchised, the oligarchies disbanded, the castes homogenized...who knows? People might actually get a little used to relative civility in addition to calling the shots in their own lives. And I even dare hope that a taste for real achievement (even failure at something that you put your heart and sweat into IS an achievement) will supplant the addiction to the soma that so many have a vested interest in spoon-feeding us. [insert wistful, misty-eyed sigh] An aspirant to World Dictatorship's gotta have her dreams, y'know...
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* Some restrictions on benevolence apply. El Supremo Presidente for Life reserves the right to muzzle loud drunks, cellphone-addicts, incessantly barking dogs and bratty children at will.
Until last night, I had overlooked one Cabinet Position that now seems like such a no-brainer--de rigeur, even, for an Enlightened, (mostly*) Benevolent Dictatorship: A Politeness Czar! Why didn't I think of it before? [insert obligatory auto-smacking of forehead] Give Judith Martin powers that barely fall short of my own [insert mental image of subpoenas engraved on vellum parchment], and public discourse would clear up immediately. Well, nearly immediately. After a few (ahem!) "examples" are made of the most egregious offenders.
For instance, Ms. Martin would have the power to schlep the Fred Phelps clan, Ann Coulter, Bill O'Reilly, et. al. off to the newly-established Witless Protection Program. Then, still on the government nickel, alter their appearances via cosmetic surgery. (In Ann's case, that might not require too much work: leave her there long enough for her roots to grow out and the years of bulb-tanning to run their course--it shouldn't take long, from the looks of it.) Nationalize their assets, and require them to spend the rest of their lives actually working for a living. Preferably in low-end retail.
See, I think that the essential problem with the way that Western-style executive "Cabinets" are arranged is that they address the symptoms and not the underlying disease. When I'm elected Autocrat of damp little planetary jewel that we like to call "Earth", the arrangement would be significantly different. The Cabinet positions on my informal laundry-list include:
- Ministry of Fair Play (the largest and most powerful office). The Ministry has the responsibility to ensure that your access to education, health care, clean air, safe food and water, housing, and other vital services( private or public) is not affected by the color, gender, ethnicity, or neural wiring you happened to be born with. The Ministry is charged with making second-class citizenship unequivically verboten. Lobbyists will be required to wear armbands onsite, and have all communications with public officals immediately made public. The office bears some of the burden, also, for stopping the rich and powerful from squishing the poor and the voiceless, although some duties are shared with the Ministry of "Stop Acting like You're the Only Person On this Planet, D---it!".
- Ministry of Personal Accountability (the second most powerful office). This office has the entire judiciary system under its purview. It is additionally charged with the mission of ensuring that professional athletes, actors, supermodels, quote-unquote celebrities, rock stars, and corporate malfeasants lose both their position and public recongnition, similar to the treatment prescribed above for hate-mongering "provocateurs". The educational system is also the baliwick of this Ministry. Literacy rates will soar after underachievers are sent for six-month stints in the industrial concentration camps otherwise known as sweatshops for a "lesson" in the workings of The Real World. Additionally, the public service currently being done more or less pro-bono by the folks at The Darwin Awards will be underwritten by public funds.
- Ministry of "Stop Acting Like You're the Only Person on this Planet, D---it!" Given how many wars are started by epidemic levels of ego-poisoning at the upper eschelons of government, the military, logically, answers to this office. In lieu of a large standing army/navy/air force/marine corps, the military will instead heavily emphasize Navy Seal-type teams whose mission is to kidnap the sabre-rattlers and demogogues of this world and bring them to top-secret "training" facilities. In lieu of more mundane forms of torture, detainees will instead be subjected to communication style self-assessments, anger-management group therapy, and nonsensical team-building exercises such as building hats with spaghetti and masking tape. Detainees who show progress will be spared the ultimate horror of the Office Christmas Party. The responsibility for enforcing environmental protection laws also falls under this Ministry. Greenpeace will be issued submarines and torpedoes. Lastly, conspicuous consumption will be permitted in the name of libertarian principles, albeit in a heavily taxed form. Additionally, purchasers of goods designated as conspicuous will have pigs Barq-tooed on their foreheads.
- Ministry of Politeness - This, in spirit, could well be described as the secular version of the Unitarian Jihad. As The Police so rightly observed in the early 80s, "Poets, priests and politicians/have words to thank for their positions." Poverty and hopelessness cause quite enough collateral damage, thank you very little, without REMFs upending their gasoline cans on already-flammable situations. In the same spirit, road rage will be punishable by the offending party being forced to bike or bus for six months. And, in the interest of checks and balances, El Supremo Presidente has very little sway over this office, and merely claims the humble title of her U.J. name, "Sister Molotov Cocktail of Fairmindedness".
But. (You knew that there had to be a "but," didn't you?)
As important as it is to minimize the (alas, inevitable) damage done by the morons and @$holes, it is drop-dead critical that no one is exempted from taking responsibility for their knowledge and beliefs, as well as their actions (and inactions). Simply put, there is no point in levelling the playing field for bench-warmers.
I suspect that the blowback from the "personal accountability" initiatives may actually be more severe than that from divesting the robber baron thugs of their ill-gotten gelt and influence. But once the bullhorns of demogoguery have been turned off, the warlords defanged, the monopolies disenfranchised, the oligarchies disbanded, the castes homogenized...who knows? People might actually get a little used to relative civility in addition to calling the shots in their own lives. And I even dare hope that a taste for real achievement (even failure at something that you put your heart and sweat into IS an achievement) will supplant the addiction to the soma that so many have a vested interest in spoon-feeding us. [insert wistful, misty-eyed sigh] An aspirant to World Dictatorship's gotta have her dreams, y'know...
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* Some restrictions on benevolence apply. El Supremo Presidente for Life reserves the right to muzzle loud drunks, cellphone-addicts, incessantly barking dogs and bratty children at will.
Monday, June 25, 2007
A hodge-podge...even for this blog
This version of classical Rome ("Rome Reborn") seems far, far too surgically sterile, but makes the ancient city seem more tangible than anything short of an extensive museum exhibit (such as the Pompeii/Herculaneum one that Dearest and I saw in Quebec two summers ago).
During yesterday's "book bender," I couldn't resist adding "Ancient Rome on Five Denarii a Day" to the stack. I was so stoked that John Julius Norwich has another sweeping history (the kind he does best), this one on the Mediterranean. I typically revel in rediscovering his "Venice: a History" every few years, but haven't been able--shockingly--to justify the expenditure for all three volumes of his "Byzantium".
A friend sent me this link, "Women in Art", which is an animation of a different sort. I had a laugh at how many I recognized via costume research. There is also much to chuckle about in how men want to perceive women. Do they mentally airbrush us in real life? I can't help but wonder. There's more than a little irony in the fact that the friend who sent it to me has such an incredibly keen eye for beauty, except where he himself is concerned.
And, sort of on the same theme of beauty and perception, I darned near Snoopy-danced in my chair when I learned that the thought-provoking "Evolution" ad that Olgivy and Mather did for Dove won a Grand Prix.
During yesterday's "book bender," I couldn't resist adding "Ancient Rome on Five Denarii a Day" to the stack. I was so stoked that John Julius Norwich has another sweeping history (the kind he does best), this one on the Mediterranean. I typically revel in rediscovering his "Venice: a History" every few years, but haven't been able--shockingly--to justify the expenditure for all three volumes of his "Byzantium".
A friend sent me this link, "Women in Art", which is an animation of a different sort. I had a laugh at how many I recognized via costume research. There is also much to chuckle about in how men want to perceive women. Do they mentally airbrush us in real life? I can't help but wonder. There's more than a little irony in the fact that the friend who sent it to me has such an incredibly keen eye for beauty, except where he himself is concerned.
And, sort of on the same theme of beauty and perception, I darned near Snoopy-danced in my chair when I learned that the thought-provoking "Evolution" ad that Olgivy and Mather did for Dove won a Grand Prix.
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