Yea, the sparrow hath found an house, and the swallow a nest for herself, where she may lay her young, even thine altars, O Lord of hosts, my King, and my God.
Tuesday, January 17, 2012
Crazy-State
The only way to really go as crazy as it's possible for 24 million people to collectively go is isolation. No one and nothing, no new idea, gets in and certainly no one gets out. I don't know if isolation is enough to make you nuts by itself, but I think it is clearly a requirement to really let it go as far as it will go.
I've had a few Thoughts about the subject of philosophical isolation in the last few hours, and I will share them shortly.
Meantime, I'd like to thank Binky the Webelf for the plug.
Say a prayer for our Nova Scotian Anglican friend if you please. He's not been well.
(Really Binks, I think you would find blogging much easier just to do a bit at a time like the rest of us do. It's no wonder you find it exhausting with these huge posts. Just put up one or two little things every now and then. You will find it much easier and the rest of us won't miss you so much.)
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A friend of mine knows a Chinese woman who was in China when Chairman Mao died. She says that, while everyone was of course expected to exhibit grief, the best results were achieved by promising cash rewards to the most histrionic. She says that the N Korean phenomena is identical to what she experienced back in China.
Of course knowing that if you don't cry really hard you'll get six months in a concentration camp is a big motivator as well.
You obviously weren't in England in late Augusy 1997.
No-one was threatenedwith jail over not weeping at the death of The People's Princess.
Kim Jong-Tony's finest hour.
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