November 2010


18 Nov 2010

I hate public education, but I love college football on fall Saturdays.

When I was at OSU, I think it’s fair to say that most of the bureaucrats aka. “educators” there hated the football program. “Here we are providing enlightenment to young minds and, alas, our public face is a most distasteful, crass game with young men smacking each other around.” Of course, a cash cow isn’t going anywhere with the brass.

I suspect that professors seethe about the football program to this day. If so, it’s a feather in the football program’s cap.

Still, while we all have to swim in the cesspool of an intrusive state that is hard to bypass, I wonder sometimes how many people would be outright hostile to universities if it weren’t for college football (and basketball). College sports advertise to conservatives almost as effectively as the military. Sean Hannity, who is on the radio when I drive home, rails about federal spending and then in the next breath is upset at how Obama is gutting the military (which isn’t true, but what kind of sense does that make anyway?).

If it weren’t for the military, the endless wars, the Pledge, etc., more people would be wholly alienated from the predatory Federal government.

If it weren’t for college football, wouldn’t the image of universities be much worse? The military, college football… these are the things that lend credibility and warm feelings to the state.

Even though I fully support the elimination of all public education, I still watch the games and love them. I’m trying to stop buying the merchandise, though. Little steps.

15 Nov 2010

This never happens when I’m at the mall. A church we attended back in the 1990s would hire an orchestra some Christmas’s, and I remember noticing one of the cello players reading a paperback during the sermon. I note this just because some of the singers here look like those kind of studious unbelievers. I often wonder if they ever really realize the wonders that they sing about. The smug title “Random Act of Culture” tells you nope, most of them probably don’t get it.

Anyway, never mind that. A huge choir, an organ, all really loud in a cavernous space. This must have been one of those rare moments in these shadowlands when the clouds part and, as Muggeridge put it, one sees “the bright vistas of eternity and the prison bars of time.”