Yes I changed my name – see the “About” page.
But HBOG’s Ditty of the Day wouldn’t have any decent ring about it. So Duncan will live on to some extent. I have no idea what Big Dunc’s musical tastes are, probably not “laid-back”. Not Lieutenant Pigeon, either.
I digress. The last ditty recalled the early days of punk, and how the likes of the Sex Pistols were a sorely-needed antidote to both the clown-like excesses of the glam-rockers and the terminally dull ramblings of the prog-rockers.
In an America dominated by AM radio things on the surface carried on as usual, but they had their own new wave (as punk transmogrified into), and in my humble opinion it was even better.
They had an advantage. They already had the Velvet Underground. Lou Reed gets my vote for most influential musical personality over the last fifty years, and the Velvets’ influence was to be clearly seen in New York, centred around the CBGB’s club in the Bowery. Many well-known names started there and then, including Talking Heads, the Ramones, Patti Smith, Television and, not least, Blondie.
This was the time when I first met my future wife. Good times (still) and good music in the background. I could pick from several but one track in particular represents pure pop with an edge.
I thought I would share this from rightwingwatch.org, and already P Z Myers and Jerry Coyne have picked up on it.
Any British viewers would unsurprisingly be quite amazed at the fire-and-brimstone speechifying of Pastor Dennis Terry – for me I think it’s hilarious. Even Ian Paisley in his heyday wasn’t this terrifying. Terry bemoans his lack of opportunity to state his beliefs and pray in public by…stating his beliefs and praying in public. And odious beliefs they are. He should feel lucky to live in a nation that allows him to tell the rest of his countrymen that if they don’t feel like signing up for his own particular brand of bigotry they should get out.
The momentous occasion for the speech was a public endorsement of the candidate for the Republican presidential nominee Rick Santorum. Santorum is seen quietly clapping away in the background. It beggars belief that someone who is seriously entertained as a future President would want anything to do with Terry and his ilk, but there you are. The Republicans are rid of the hapless Perry and the witless Bachman, for which they should be grateful, but we are left with the clueless Santorum. I suppose it would be a worry to think that such a person actually has a chance of winning this year, but realistically Santorum has no chance, except in the minds of the brain-addled. Personally I hope he wins the nomination for the comedy value.
I have two long posts in various degrees of completion. But taking on such big tasks is eluding me today, so I’ll make this the third entry in 24 hours.
The FFF doesn’t work any more. It’s tiresome to try to make sense of it, there are all sorts of malfunctions, and the owner doesn’t seem to have a clue. That’s one reason that I abandoned it. The other main reason is to do with content. I have noticed that it’s just not worth interacting with Christians any more because essentially they have nothing to say for themselves, and it doesn’t matter whether they’re the Neanderthal fundamentalists or the sophisticated theologians – essentially there’s no difference. It’s all drivel. And furthermore, the tricks they get up to…
I began to think that an honest Christian is almost impossible to find, in their dealings with their critics. Christianity, especially creationism, is the land of straw men and straw-clutching, of deception, of pure invention. This isn’t to say that Christians are bad people, far from it. Nor am I saying that as a person I’m somehow better than they are. It’s easy to be an atheist – I don’t have to pretend that something exists that never shows up and I don’t have to make excuses for the writings of ignorant bronze-age tribesmen, so I’m not tempted into dishonesty.
But I still read the FFF, and its spin-offs, on most days, and I’m sorely tempted sometimes to try and put the record straight. But then the better angel of my nature sorts me out.
I would like, however, to occasionally make comments here about the drivel to be found on the FFF, safe in the knowledge that I can have some control. Continue reading