A reader writes, “For the past month or so, I have been suggesting that a Socratic legislator introduce a bill guaranteeing the right of dog owners to abort gestating puppies. The response would be enlightening, I suspect.”
Hmmm . . .
The administration is furloughing air-traffic controllers, which may result in serious flight delays. The administration is saying this is necessary, owing to sequestration. Other people are saying, Not so fast: You’re doing it because you want to do it, not because you have to. Sort of like White House tours. You’re trying to prove a point.
I know which side I lean toward. For a news article, go here.
Is Suzy Lee Weiss the most delightful girl on earth? I think a case can be made. She is the author of the now-famous op-ed piece
in the Wall Street Journal
headed “To (All) the Colleges That Rejected Me.” Her piece begins,
Like me, millions of high-school seniors with sour grapes are asking themselves this week how they failed to get into the colleges of their dreams. It’s simple: For years, they — we — were lied to.
Lied to how?
Colleges tell you, “Just be yourself.” That is great advice, as long as yourself has nine extracurriculars, six leadership positions, three varsity sports, killer SAT scores and two moms. Then by all means, be yourself! If you work at a local pizza shop and are the slowest person on the cross-country team, consider taking your business elsewhere.
So, what could Suzy have done differently, leading up to college?
For starters, had I known two years ago what I know now, I would have gladly worn a headdress to school. Show me to any closet, and I would’ve happily come out of it. “Diversity!” I offer about as much diversity as a saltine cracker. If it were up to me, I would’ve been any of the diversities: Navajo, Pacific Islander, anything. Sen. Elizabeth Warren, I salute you and your 1/32 Cherokee heritage.
If that’s not delightful enough, check out her appearance on the Today show: here. She parries a sniffy interviewer almost perfectly. Suzy has offended our national religion, you see — that religion being political correctness. And the heretic must be burned. But Suzy is not for burning.
Hope for America, thy name is Suzy Lee Weiss.
Speaking of the Wall Street Journal, I’ll tell you what I told Bret Stephens: There’s joy in Mudville. Why? Because Bret won the Pulitzer Prize for Commentary. He is a crackerjack columnist indeed. No one is more clear-eyed about the Middle East. And those clear eyes work on other matters as well. Moreover, Bret is something a lot of conservatives aren’t: cool. Coolness is not the most important thing in the world. I often find it a demerit. But sometimes it’s a bonus.
In September, he had a column called “Muslims, Mormons and Liberals.” I called it “possibly the greatest column in the history of columns.”
Anyway, joy in Mudville indeed.
Care for some music? For my latest piece in CityArts, go here. It’s about two “rock stars” of the classical world: Gustavo Dudamel (Venezuelan conductor) and Dmitri Hvorostovsky (Russian baritone).
When I first heard Hvorostovsky, he was known for liturgical music. This was in the mid-1990s. Indeed, I first heard him in Washington’s National Cathedral. He had made an album called Credo. Very soon, though, he became a star of the wicked operatic stage. And he is a hell of a recitalist, always has been.
Everywhere I go on the Internet, I see ads that say, “Top Ten Signs You’ll Get Cancer,” “Top Ten Signs You’ll Get Alzheimer’s,” “Woe Betide You,” etc. I’m surprised the country isn’t in a state of medical panic 24/7. Well, better than porn, I guess.
To order Jay Nordlinger’s book Peace, They Say: A History of the Nobel Peace Prize, the Most Famous and Controversial Prize in the World, go here. To order his collection Here, There & Everywhere, go here.