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Hoops Preview: Northwestern 2018 Brian December 4th, 2018 at 3:08 PM
[Marc-Gregor Campredon]


WHAT #5 Michigan (8-0) vs
#46 Northwestern(6-2)
WHERE Welsh-Ryan Arena
Evanston, IL
LINE Michigan –6 (Kenpom)


This is going very well!

Michigan is undefeated and if they can brave the new Welsh-Ryan there's a very good chance they get through the year unscathed. They've unleashed beatdowns on every opponent so far, but Northwestern provides a couple of potential roadblocks.

One: it's a road game. All basketball teams have weird road games where they shoot horribly and the refereeing seems absurdly tilted. Two: last year Northwestern bottled up Michigan's offense in two ugly  games by playing a lot of zone, and pretty much the last "oh no what if" left in this season is "what if they play a good zone D." As you'll see, the Wildcats have the length to make their zone annoying indeed.

At some point Michigan is going to look mortal, and this is a good candidate. Hopefully their defense carries them through even if that's the case. The alternative is more red flowers down below us.


Projected starters are in bold. Hover over headers for stat explanations. The "Should I Be Mad If He Hits A Three" methodology: we're mad if a guy who's not good at shooting somehow hits one. Yes, you're still allowed to be unhappy if a proven shooter is left open. It's a free country.

Pos. # Name Yr. Ht./Wt. %Min %Poss ORtg SIBMIHHAT
G 11 Anthony Gaines So. 6'4, 200 58 15 93 Yes
Never shoots, for good reason. 43/27 last year and worse this year. TO rate of 28 is awful. Blocks a lot of shots for a 6'4" guard though?
G 14 Ryan Taylor Sr. 6'6, 195 79 20 112 No
Evansville grad transfer. Finding life in a major conference much more difficult but still a low-TO guy and shooting is shooting. Early scuffles (31% from three) probably a mirage, must check.
F 21 AJ Turner Jr. 6'7, 188 80 19 99 Maybe?
BC transfer. Decent numbers as a low-usage guy there two years ago; currently getting to the line a ton at 88% and missing all his threes.
F 4 Vic Law Sr. 6'7 200 78 26 117 No
Stretch four with low-ish TO rate shooting 48/45 is most Beilein player on NW roster.
C 5 Dererk Pardon So. 6'8, 250 77 22 125 Yes
I just learned that dude has an extraneous R in his name. WTF! Crushing it so far with top 20 OREB rate, 66% from floor with 22 usage early. Both are big steps forward.
C 22 Pete Nance Fr. 6'10 210 33 18 93 Maybe
Erstwhile M recruit chose poorly. Miniscule rebounding numbers on both ends, shooting too early to tell. Beanpole.
C 25 Barret Benson Jr. 6'10", 240 23 16 109 Yes
Just another backup C. JABC? JABC.
G 2 Ryan Greer Fr. 6'2, 185 21 18 65 Yes
Composite #341 is closest thing to PG on roster. Miserable in all facets so far after reclassifying to 2018.
F 23 Miller Kopp Fr. 6'7, 210 33 25 94 No
Composite #116 FR off to good start from three but miserable inside line, lot of TOs.

[Hit THE JUMP for the rest of the preview.]



Positionless basketball is all the rage these days and it's not hard to see why. But it's not a great idea to do it on accident, and that appears to be the case in Evanston. Bryant McIntosh graduated, projected replacement Jordan Lathon had his admission mysteriously revoked by the school in May, and Absolutely Nobody stepped into the void.

The team that results from that abrupt about-face is a bunch of wings without a point guard. Everyone in the Northwestern starting lineup is between 6'4" and 6'8". They share the ball—nine different players have assist rates in double digits. But not very well—only two of those players have assist rates higher than their turnover rates.

Thus far things have been middling. Northwestern has a 22-point win over a Utah team that's just outside of the Kenpom top 100, a six-point win at home against #76 Georgia Tech, and some rote walkovers. They also have 19-point loss to #84 Fresno State. A two-point loss to Indiana at Assembly Hall is probably their best performance of the year, and it happened on Saturday.

The twin engines keeping this rickety boat afloat are Vic Law and Dererk Pardon. (Yes, "Dererk." Is it common knowledge that Pardon's got an extraneous R floating around his name? I am flabbergasted right now.)

Anyway: Law is a very Beilein player. He's 6'7" and an excellent three point shooter (39% on almost 400 career attempts) who's just as good at the line; he vacuums up defensive rebounds. His turnover rate is just meh. He's not just a shooter but he's a far worse player once he gets inside the arc. He was 45% from two last year and is at 48% this year despite an early-season schedule heavy on bad defenses. He's not much of an athlete, so he doesn't get to the rim much and when he does he's barely over 50%.

As a senior his usage has shot up; his efficiency has gone up as well as he's added a fair number of assists without bumping his TO rate; he's shooting more free throws and hitting 45% from deep. Michigan's going to test his ability to drive. It's probably not going go well for him, but he's hitting about half his Other Twos so he's got a good backup plan. Law has added a fair number of unassisted threes this year, so Michigan will have to be vigilant.


holy cow check out the tiny cheerleader [JD Scott]

Pardon is a crafty center who's been an efficient, if low-usage, scorer for the duration of his career in Evanston. He's upped his usage annually once he emerged as a starter and he's up to 22% this year; given the supporting cast that should probably be higher. Pardon's been a top 100 OREB gent the last two years and has a ridiculous 17% in the early going; he's a decent shot blocker and gets to the line a lot. Historically he does not convert very well once there but he's at 67% this year and has steadily risen over the course of his career.

Pardon's most recent outing was a comprehensive clobbering of Indiana in which he went 11 of 15 from two with a series of post-ups usually on Juwan Morgan. Teske's obviously a different beast than the 6'7" Morgan. Last year Pardon struggled against Michigan, going 6 of 14 from the floor with one assist against four TOs. This year it's going to be mostly Teske instead of mostly Wagner, and that'll be a stiff test.

Evansville grad transfer Ryan Taylor is the other functional offensive player. Taylor took an astounding 41% of Evansville's shots last year, which was tops nationally. Despite being a 6'6" guy in a low-major conference, Taylor was allergic to the rim (12% of his shots). He's an excellent shooter both off the bounce and in spot-up situations, but he is very much Just A Shooter even if he took an ungodly number of twos last year. Those were all jumpshots. His sub-20 FT rate is evidence enough of that.

The rest of Taylor's profile is prototypical JAS. Few assists, fewer TOs, nonexistent as a rebounder. He's having some early issues from three (31%) but he was at 38% and 42% the last two years and should rebound to about that level—shooting is shooting.

Possessions used by anyone else on the roster are boons. The only other guy on the roster with an ORTG over 100 is little used backup C Barrett Benson, and he was at 96 last year.

BC transfer AJ Turner is yet another 6'7" wing who might have a case that his early issues are just bad three point luck. He's 5 of 27 on the season; two years ago he hit 37%. But his TO rate is extremely bad and his free throws, which are propping him up, were heavily concentrated in games against three sub-200 Kenpom opponents. Close out and if he wants to drive it's fine, like everyone else.

Sophomore Anthony Gaines is the final starter and is an abominable offensive player. He shot 43/27 last year in about half of Northwestern's minutes. Things have not improved this year; in fact his TO rate has shot up to 28. Gaines has gotten to the line an absurd amount and would otherwise be in the 80s in ORTG. The good news, such as it is, is that he blocks a lot of shots for a 6'4" guy. So he's got that going for him.

Northwestern's bench is mostly freshman Miller Kopp, yet another 6'7" wing. He's started his career hot from three but is shooting 32% inside the arc. Too many turnovers, as per usual for freshmen. The rest of it is Benson, a Generic Backup C, and one-time Michigan recruit Pete Nance. Nance has a lot of potential but is currently listed at 6'10, 210 and has the rebounding stats to match. Too early to say much about his abilities other than he should be redshirting and he's perfectly willing to take threes.

Guards Ryan Greer and Jordan Ash get scattered minutes in which they turn the ball over a third of the time they use a possession and don't do anything else to make up for it.



Torvik overview

Billy Donlon heads up the D after he defected from Michigan and at least early it looks like his teachings have taken hold. The first inklings that Michigan would prevent opponents from launching threes came during the post-Maverick section of Donlon's lone year in Ann Arbor, and that's carried over: the Wildcats are 52nd at preventing launches and in the top 100 at defending those.

They've maintained a good two-point D while doing this, and in this they're a lot like Michigan's defense. Other things not so much: NW is currently a high-pressure, high-risk D that gets a lot of turnovers but also gives up a lot of free throws.

The offense is the clunky thing it usually is. They're getting a lot of offensive boards (61st) and free throws(44th) and hitting those free throws. Anything from the floor is a major struggle. NW hovers around 200th in eFG and has a turnover rate of almost 20. They are vulnerable to steals, as a large team with no point guard should be.


Prep for zone. Northwestern played a bunch of 2-3 zone last year and had good success with it against Michigan, which put up 0.91 PPP in a loss and 0.98 PPP in a win. This year the Wildcats are shaped even more like a typical 2-3 zone team with a bunch of wings everywhere.

Michigan's early offensive struggles came against low major teams that threw a bunch of junk zones and forced bad threes up; Michigan did do some good work against Providence a couple weeks later. But Northwestern is on another level, defensively.

No help. The only Northwestern player who's able to do anything at the rim is Pardon, and if he goes off for 24 on 15 shots against John Teske I'll eat a lemon. The Villanova gameplan where there's absolutely no help for anyone should be effective.

Nobody is getting to the bucket on this team even against some not great defenses; Michigan should be able to stay in front and force a ton of tough contested jumpers. From two.

Sticky fingers. Michigan isn't a team that forces a ton of turnovers or gets a ton of steals but Zavier Simpson and, uh, John Teske should have some opportunities to pick some pockets against the series of high-TO, loose-handled wings Northwestern will throw at Michigan.

Michigan's transition offense (65% eFG) is deadly. Might be a good way to avoid Donlon's half-court D.

Get downhill on closeouts. NW will close out hard, giving Matthews and Iggy excellent driving opportunities. Pardon is a decent rim defender but not a game-changer.


Michigan by 6.


December 4th, 2018 at 3:32 PM ^

I think this will be a lot like the football game between these two schools.  Some ugly stuff early on as NW plays it's one card and Michigan has to adjust, but UM should be able to pull ahead simply because they can make NW move around on defense more than they'd like.  And defensively, I can't see NW getting anything going consistently.

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December 4th, 2018 at 3:35 PM ^

I was worried about Michigan facing a zone in this game too, but I'm feeling pretty good after seeing this on UMHoops:

"Northwestern switched its defense to a matchup zone in a mid-season act of desperation last year, but Chris Collins has gone back to strictly man-to-man. Synergy Sports has logged 534 plays of man defense and 3 plays of zone defense."

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December 4th, 2018 at 3:48 PM ^

As pointed out above, NW has only played 3 possessions of zone this year. Maybe they break it out today but that doesn't seem likely.

Also a minor point but Kopp starts over Gaines despite Gaines playing a lot more minutes.

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December 4th, 2018 at 3:50 PM ^

I feel like 60 is the magic number. If Michigan can get above that number Northwestern is in trouble because it is hard to envision them scoring anything higher than that. It feels like a Northwestern win is a 57-55 sludgefart type of a game. 

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December 4th, 2018 at 3:52 PM ^

If Northwestern turns the ball over and misses a bunch of long twos its not going to matter what kind of D they play because Michigan will run them out of the gym.

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The Question:

Why is this team exceeding expectations?

Ace: Just wait until Jordan Poole gets goin— oh, I see.

Seth: 1/1 Charles Mathewses agree: this is not a good development.

Ace: We can start with the obvious: Michigan had one of the best defenses in the country last year, upgraded on that end at the four and five spots (and arguably the two as well), and also moved into year two of Luke Yaklich’s teachings taking hold. Now it’s the best defense in the country by a significant margin so far this year.

This is very much Zavier Simpson’s team. Matthews’, too.

BiSB: To the defensive question, we didn't know if Iggy could play defense. Turns out... yeah, very much so.

Brian: His first real test is "hey, check Eric Paschall with zero help defense" and that goes spectacularly.

Seth: Let's not leave out 7'2" Zavier Simpson.

BiSB: Big Trogdor?

Ace: I meant in terms of temperament. Jon Teske is clearly one of the main reasons this team is so good. He’s a defensive savant. It’s not just that he can block shots, he’s almost never in the wrong place, his hands are great, and he moves surprisingly well.

BiSB: His foul rate is also insanely low.

Brian: Michigan's two point D is stunning and it is most stunning when The Big Sleep is on the floor. 31%!

Ace: (pulls out bullhorn)


[After THE JUMP: Florida gets mentioned once. Also Duke.]


Brian: He challenges everything without fouling, his hands are disruptive, he's able to check guys he absolutely should not be able to on the perimeter. Here's an excellent breakdown of Michigan's offensive performance against Purdue featuring a billion drives past switched bigs.

That does not happen to Teske, like, ever.

Ace: I was going to post the other excellent breakdown video that hit Twitter in which Beilein’s adjustments are shown.


Teske’s ability to pop out and hit outside shots is going to be huge. It was last weekend.

Also that video is hoops geek porn.

Seth: I can't state how much I loved that tweet. I feel like I became basketball smart in 280 characters.

Brian: It changes the game further. Also we should not neglect Teske's paint screening ability. The opening bucket against the Boilers was Michigan action that got Iggy an unbalanced defender he drove past, but the 7'3" windmill wasn't able to get to the hoop because Teske felt what was coming and moved to box him out.

BiSB: Simpson uses that seal once or twice a game.

Seth: To bring the Teske bit back to the question: This was our HOPE not our expectation for him right?

Ace: He’s the perfect center for this team, no disrespect to Moe Wagner. This team is downhill oriented in a way none of Beilein’s teams have been previously. Teske makes a real impact on both the initial screen and that tricky rescreen he’ll bust out. Simpson needs that, and it sure helps Matthews/Iggy get to the rack too.

I had very high Teske expectations and I’d say he’s still exceeding them.

BiSB: Imagine you brought You-From-2016 to the future and showed him this team.

Ace: Like, right after the Maverick Morgan game.

BiSB: I would probably wonder how John Beilein was doing in the NBA.

Ace: I’d be legit dead.


Not that I'm trying to steal your job, Tom [Fuller]

Brian: I spent much of last year saying Michigan wouldn't take a step back without Wagner. There's evidence and everything:

By the end of the season Michigan's offense was actually slightly better with Teske on the floor after February 1st. EFG, TO rate, and various other factors remained static; FT rate dropped a lot and OREB rate rose a lot. That's about 300 possessions—five games worth—against top 100 opponents. It's not nearly enough to declare anything but it certainly suggests that Michigan's offense can survive in the post-Moe era. It'll get tougher without Wagner since teams will be gameplanning for Teske and not focusing so much on pick and pop, but that's what team-wide offseason improvement is for.

If the rest of the team can pick up the usage slack, Michigan won't miss Wagner much. Moderately large "if."

But even my absurdly optimistic self was way short.

Ace: The defense honestly hasn’t surprised me as much as the offense? I thought it would take longer for things to click. This is kinda what I expected the final form to look like.

Brian: Yes. This was a D that was #3 last year shedding Duncan Robinson and Wagner and getting their three best players back. The offense was a much bigger concern.

Ace: Iggy being insta-awesome changed the outlook a lot.

BiSB: The pick and roll game has been the best since, what, Stauskas? Morris?

Ace: Stauskas. Dude rained threes off of those. Wait. Let’s not discount Walton/Wagner. Unless we’re eliminating pops.

Brian: Well when's the last time Michigan had a point guard who was healthy and experienced? Late Walton was great but he was not right for a lot of his career and before that Michigan couldn't get a guy to his junior year.

Ace: Simpson sees the floor as well as any Beilein PG since Morris.

Brian: 13 A, 2 TO vs UNC and Purdue.

Ace: It makes you wonder what Trey Burke’s A:TO would’ve looked like as an upperclassman.

Alex: I thought the ball-screen game last year with Wagner was better because the latter was so good at reading the defense and adjusting - slips, pops, and rolls.

Brian: I think Teske's just as good but in more subtle ways. He's a large reason that Michigan's able to get to the rack so consistently with no one providing help.

BiSB: And to Ace's earlier point, there are still Thanksgiving leftovers in the back of the fridge. This clicked EARLY.

BiSB: Debbie Downer Caveat: there's the potential for some recency bias on the shooting stuff. They shot like Sparty against a 2-3 zone for the first couple of games, on stuff that was pretty opponent-independent.

Brian: I don't think they're a 43% team like they've been since but neither are they a 20% team or anything like it. Zone is the looming question though that's correct.

Alex: I think people generally expected that Teske would be an adequate—if very different—replacement for Wagner. Matthews has gotten better, Simpson has gotten better, Poole is still adjusting but he's just played two great games against good teams and when he's hot Michigan is unstoppable.

BiSB: It's hard to see Charles Matthews shooting 50% from deep, just like it was hard to envision Jordan Poole shooting like 8% with a billion turnovers.

Alex: This may not be a 37% shooting team from three but it's not gonna be < 33% like some of us (read: me) feared.

Seth: I wonder if Charles Matthews has found his stroke. He's not going to be 50% but I like him so much more now that he takes and makes threes in rhythm instead of driving on them.

Ace: I don’t think Matthews is gonna be much more than a ~33% shooter from deep but he doesn’t need to be better than that. He’s at 29% right now.

Brian: He's hitting 69% from the line since the 0/5 start. I think there might be something to that. He can get to 33-35 maybe. His FTs improved a little last year too. I think he's leveling up as a shooter, slowly.

Ace: Obligatory “nice.”

Alex: Just needs to hit open shots.


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Alex: As for why this team is exceeding expectations, the single biggest reason to me is Iggy. He's Michigan's leading scorer and legitimately a good defender. Had we known he'd be this good this fast - say, if he were a top 5 recruit - the expectations would have been much higher.

He's fourth in Kenpom B1G POY right now, by the way.

Brian: And... he is, right? If you re-rank his class right now he's top 5. For college anyway.

Alex: Top 5 best college freshmen, sure.

Ace: Maybe not for NBA purposes but certainly for college, yeah.

Alex: To your point on the podcast, not the 5th best prospect but he's 20 and dominating high-major college hoops on both ends.



Alex: Livers has been quiet these last few games but he's 50% from three and a very good backup center. Not sure if anyone saw either of those things coming. Beilein even drew up a few looks for him against Purdue (one at the end of the first half comes to mind) and those were plays designed for a Duncan Robinson-type shooter. If Livers can be that and play three positions well defensively...

Brian: He really really wanted to take that three, which is nice to see.

BiSB: He's also getting to some of those shots that he seems unusually efficient at, like the lane fadeaway.

Ace: He also drilled a corner three over a closeout against UNC on a shot he never would’ve attempted last year.

BiSB: And the turnovers are down, too.

Seth: When is the last time Michigan had a sixth man of the year candidate?

BiSB: Last year?

Ace: …last year.

Alex: I think Robinson won it.

Brian: Livers's versatility is another excellent bonus. He makes the seven man rotation go because you can bring him in at any of three spots, and he can defend it.

BiSB: Over JJJ, even.

Brian: His usage has ticked up a couple of percentage points and he's chipping in D stats along with the shooting. I don't think he's going to be a guy who attacks the basket much but as a swiss army three-and-D guy he's great.

Ace: That versatility runs across the whole lineup and that’s huge when, at least for now, they’re running out a seven-man rotation. Livers can play three spots, Matthews can play (or at least defend) three spots, Poole can cover two (or even three), Eli Brooks plays both guard spots…

BiSB: Another nice part about Michigan's low foul rate is that Beilein gets to pick and choose his spots more with Livers at the 5. He hasn't had his hand forced often.

Alex: Livers does all the little things on both ends too.

Ace: It’s a seven-man rotation that functions like it’s got nine or ten guys, except the back end is still the good players.

Brian: Yes.

Ace: And not, say, Ben Carters.

Alex: I think Austin Davis probably deserves to play but with Livers doing so well in that role, he might not be playing a whole lot unless Teske is in foul trouble.

BiSB: I'm a liiiiiiittle concerned about Big Man depth...

Alex: Which... it's really remarkable that Teske doesn't foul much given that he's contesting everything and going for steals.

Seth: I don't think we should have expected Castleton to be contributing in the 2018 portion of this season.

Ace: Davis should be fine, and if he’s not, they can cover for that with Livers and potentially emergences from Brandon Johns and/or Colin Castleton. Beilein’s had plenty of freshmen break into the rotation late.

Brian: Davis seemed fine in small bursts last year. He's probably all right. Ward went right at him late in the first half at MSU last year and he defended that just fine.

Michigan's played a lot of teams where Livers makes more sense than Davis as the backup 5: Nova, UNC, and Purdue all feature small-ball Cs for large minutes.

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Ace: Other things that can click into place:

  • The patented late-season freshman emergence (Castleton, perhaps?)
  • Poole playing every week like last week
  • More effective offense from the small ball lineup
  • Teske pounding the offensive glass like last year

BiSB: So... I mean... are there ANY concerns?

Alex: Davis is probably a perfectly fine replacement-level backup big.

Ace: Free throws.

Brian: Zone offense.

Alex: Bad three-point luck. I really don't think I'm crazy for thinking that this is a 30-win team.

Ace: I don’t think you are, either.

Alex: They're #1 in two-point defense. #1 in preventing free throws. #17 in preventing threes. Your floor is so high when that's the case.

BiSB: KenPom has them as a 26-5 team before any postseason stuff. Sooooo...

Ace: They’re up to a 27-4 projection on Torvik and are favored in every. single. game.

Brian: Kenpom still has more pessimistic preseason numbers baked in, too.

Ace: That’s the crazy thing! This team was in the 20s-30s everywhere preseason.

Seth: It's nice that the Big Ten proved itself a top three conference in the nonconf portion. You can take 4-5 losses in conference and be a 1 seed still as long as UNC and Nova don't turn out to be bad.

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Ace: And we seemed to be the only people who thought that was batshit.

Alex: My biggest concern is depth. If one of the main seven gets hurt, you're playing guys who are very clearly not ready.

Ace: MSU: preseason Big Ten favorite, everywhere.

Brian: I think someone will emerge over the next month or two, probably DDJ.

Alex: He's surely getting hazed by Z every day in practice.

Ace: I feel like he gets blocked by Brooks. I honestly think every other freshman has a more obvious fit into the rotation.

Brian: God, being a freshman Beilein PG against Z has to be a private hell.

Alex: Get ready for the BTN Journey piece about how Z molded him into a killer when he wins the B1G POY in a few years.

Ace: That part I don’t doubt.

BiSB: But with a little twitch that say, "no for real I still wake up screaming about that guy"

Alex: None of the freshmen besides Iggy have looked anywhere near equipped to handle a five-minute stint in a high leverage situation.

Ace: I wouldn’t sleep on Adrien Nunez. Team could still use a shooting boost and the one thing they don’t have is a backup two who’s not really a PG. It’s still way early, Alex.

BiSB: Johns looks bouncy

Alex: The end-of-the-bench blowout variety hour has been so disappointing!

Ace: I don’t think any of them were expecting to see the floor against, say, Villanova.

BiSB: Castleton's usage is 47%. Just wanted to mention that.

Alex: That was intended to be tongue-in-cheek

Brian: Most of those minutes are against weird junk zones and I don't think mean too much.

At the open practice it felt like Johns and DDJ were the guys who were getting you might play attention, FWIW.

Alex: Yes it's the clumsiest basketball this side of the IM Building but even though those guys are all highly touted, I would be surprised if they didn't have major growing pains if forced into action.

Brian: The reason I push DDJ is that if Michigan does get stymied by some zones I want the off the dribble three shooter. But the points against him are good ones.

Ace: I’m less worried about zones because this team can shoot okay on spot-ups, they’ve got multiple great drivers, they move the ball well, and they have several players who could operate out of the middle of a 2-3. That Matthews FT-line game would be a killer.

Brian: This is me trying to patch a stress fracture in an aircraft carrier, I admit.

BiSB: Iowa has finally been playing more zone.

Alex: As for potential 2-3 issues, shooting is always a concern there. But like Ace said, there are guys who can play well in the middle. Teske and Livers come to mind.

Ace: It’s hard to dial back the optimism right now, I know.

Alex: Not many 7-footers out there who are more inclined to pass than shoot.



Ace: Also: Beilein is a wizard. People forget that. Somehow.

Brian: Michigan did do better against zones vs Providence.

Alex: I think Z's work on offense has been broadly underrated.

BiSB: When wild optimism is the most reasonable level of expectation, I get nervous.

Ace: It’s ever harder when last year’s team is used as a point of comparison.

Alex: He's the second-best distributor in the Big Ten behind Winston and he's not turning it over a whole lot. Has a good sense of when Michigan needs to push the ball following a bad shot or turnover. And like y'all have said, his work in the ball-screen game has been strong.

Seth: Z and Teske are two of the best defenders in the league AND they don't turn it over.

Ace: That should be emphasized, especially since both also somehow manage to avoid getting into foul trouble despite being so active. There’s so little margin for error already against this team and then they never give you the ball in the open floor. UNC never got to run.

Alex: Michigan's well-coached on that end obviously but Z, Matthews, Teske is a hell of a core to build around if you want to have a good defense.

BiSB: No regular rotation player is above 3.1 FC/40 minutes

Brian: Yeah, that's another thing that makes me optimistic. Some of their tougher opponents are very fast and that just doesn't work against Michigan. MSU, Iowa, and Indiana are all around 50th in offensive tempo.

Seth: Or very three-reliant.

Alex: Nothing works against Michigan.

Ace: Seeing a team that leans on transition offense is like when we saw teams that relied on press defense. It’s gonna be a murder.

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Alex: Unless a team somehow goes 10-18 from three or something—but there would have to be a lot of tough makes there.

BiSB: Maybe trash-talking Michigan will help. Rattle them, ya know?

Ace: I feel like I remember every open three-point look they’ve given up this year.

Seth: Most of them were against Purdue's short bald guy?

Ace: Yeah, it’s shocking each time.

Brian: oblig



Alex: Feel like many / most have come off of offensive rebounds - which, that happens.

Brian: Cline got some open ones on missed rotations, but they were so heavily on Edwards that'll happen. I like that Michigan can go from a no help D to a heavy help D.

Ace: Teske got a little too deep into the paint once or twice against balding stretch big, but that’ll happen too, and he didn’t make them pay. The no help D strategy is great. Everyone except the point guard can contest shots at the rim even after getting beat by a half-step. Meanwhile, drive-and-kick isn’t an option. There have been so many instances of guys getting caught under the hoop with no good option.

Brian: Should I mention that I think recent rule changes have made officiating much more predictable and less infuriating? Like, the verticality stuff is great. Guys aren't getting called for the O initiating contact nearly as much.

Ace: I’ve really enjoyed that the changes have come in tandem with Michigan going for more blocks and fewer charges.

BiSB: "Hook and Hold" stuff has gotten headlines, but that's overshadowed a general reasonableness that seems to have taken hold.

Brian: The charge stuff was good and necessary. Hook and hold is being misapplied; it's supposed to be about trying to bait a foul call and instead it's getting called on everything.

Alex: It’s just mind-boggling that Michigan can play this good of defense without fouling much. Like Z gets away with a lot, but otherwise it’s a lot of just staying in front and staying vertical.

Ace: Excellent individual defense across the board.

BiSB: I've been a little disappointed with some on-ball defender blocking calls. Guys in legal guarding position getting plowed in the chest.

Seth: The Iggy one is the only one that stood out, and it was so bad Dicky V was mad.

Alex: Also, a fun game is to rank Michigan’s best defenders: Teske, Z, Matthews, Livers, Iggy, Poole, Brooks? Everybody on that list is good!

Ace: That’d be my order. Brooks is the only one I get even a little concerned about. Biggest concern: analysts have started really talking up Yaklich.

Alex: And the median player is extremely good in whichever order you want to put them in.

Brian: Any order for the top three is defensible really.

Seth: In a "normal" Beilein year Poole might be #1.

Ace: They got bounced from the tournament two years ago because they couldn’t stop any isolations and didn’t have anyone they could insert to stop them.

Brian: God that Oregon game. A different world.



Alex: There was one play against the sad frenchman that really stood out to me. He was wide open on the roll and the guard found him. Going in for an easy dunk right? Then all of a sudden, JORDAN POOLE OUT OF NOWHERE CONTESTING ABOVE THE RIM AND NOT FOULING.

Brian: Poole also leapt out of nowhere to force Edwards into a tough fall-away. I admit that I was concerned about Poole's attention to detail hampering the D but that does not appear to be the case. This was based on nothing other than his outgoing charm, and is soundly defeated.

Ace: I think with Poole sometimes we assume his off-court goofiness will carry over to the court but he’s locked in.

Seth: A man with a baby-carrier looks adorably sweet until you threaten the thing in the baby-carrier.

Alex: For me I thought that it was more that players who fit his archetype usually don’t defend. Turns out that he does.


Brian: That's an area where I think intangibles exist. There are teams on which Poole is a bad defender. They are teams without Zavier Simpson.

Seth: Conversely if Yaklich had been around when Stauskas was here...?

BiSB: So moving back to the front of the line, Teske guarding Nassir Little on the perimeter puts him at the top for me right now.

Alex: I’m old enough to remember when Michigan’s bigs would reflexively assume the charge position on a drive instead of putting their hands up. It’s a whole new world now.

Ace: That and “Jon Teske mirrors Nassir Little and forces a badly contested brick”… yeah.

Alex: I can’t imagine telling 2014 me that Michigan basketball would be the type of program where you won’t play unless you can really really defend.

Ace: Yeah, you don’t get to slack off when everyone else is playing their asses off. I wouldn’t want to cross X or Matthews.

Brian: The defensive coordinator idea was a good one and Beilein executed it perfectly. Found a small school doing work on D, interviewed some guy he'd never heard of for hours, hired him.

Alex: Turns out that Beilein found a reflection of his past self but instead of that guy being a detail-obsessed offensive savant, he’s a detail-obsessed defensive savant.


They’re even both former high school history teachers, which is great.

Brian: i wonder if Beilein keeps trying to adopt Yaklich and he says "I am an adult"

Alex: I’d listen to a 45-minute pod of them discussing Antietam or some such shit.

Brian: lol

Ace: Needs to get rid of the damn-near-a-bowl-cut to stop Beilein from doing that.

Seth: "I'm not your Hadrian, John!"

Ace: But I trust any basketball coach who looks like he cuts his own hair on the way to the arena to watch film.

BiSB: We may have to prepare the Money Cannon if this keeps up.

Ace: Like I said, biggest concern.

Brian: I'd coach-in-waiting him if it would help.


Alex: Maybe it would be best for us in the long run if he got a head coaching job this offseason, proved he could run a functional offense on his own, and then was ready for us post-Beilein.

Seth: Of all the Brazdeikis facts they toss around in the 30 minutes of every game this year that's been blowout time, the one that still shocks me the most is he looked at schools that played defense and that's how Michigan came up.

Alex: This team is so good that I’m willing to interpret bad things as potentially good things.

Brian: I'm perfectly content hanging on to him for another five years and not interviewing anyone else.

Ace: But I want four straight national titles, Alex.

Alex: This team could win one.

Ace: This is a squad so good it’d be reasonable to be disappointed if they missed the Final Four except that it’s a kinda random single-elimination tournament.

Alex: Seriously. I feel like I generally lean towards pessimism but my only gripe is that they didn’t annihilate Holy Cross by enough or whatever.

BiSB: Hard to lose if the opponent is down 17 in the final possession, tho.

Ace: I want three banners, minimum.

Seth: I want Duke.

BiSB: So... no one wants to talk about playing Florida again?

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December 4th, 2018 at 10:22 AM ^

On the podcast Brian mentioned video footage of the Matthews smile and how you could read his lips saying "Get up bitch."

I would be very interested in watching this, if anyone has a youtube link.

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December 4th, 2018 at 10:36 AM ^

Kinda surprised Brian is so deep into the coach in waiting idea. I don't think that's fair to Yaklich. When Beilein was out, it was Saadi that took over responsibility as head coach. If the current trajectory continues, when Beilein retires Michigan could be in a very good position to be the best job out there and a top 10 job overall. I can't see a program of that level settling for a young coach in waiting without interviewing anyone else. I think it'd be best for Yaklich future as Michigan's head coach if he left and proved he could be the head man, as Alex mentioned.

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December 4th, 2018 at 12:16 PM ^

Yeah as much as it would suck to lose Yaklich, it'd be better to see him go after a few years to get data on him as a head coach before committing to him as Michigan's coach. He wouldn't be easy to replace but Beilein made a good hire in Donlon as his first DC, lost him after 1 year and made a better hire in Yaklich. Assuming Yaklich gives some input when he leaves, I'm confident we'd be able to find a suitable replacement at DC. Not Yaklich level, but close to it.

Whenever Beilein does retire, which will be a dark dark day, it'd be nice if Yaklich had left and had some success elsewhere. That way we'd have our choice between Jordan, Yaklich, Pat Beilein, or whatever other upcoming coaching is available (Chris Beard type of guy). As amazing as Beilein has been, the state of the program he leaves behind will only serve to further his legacy at Michigan. 

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December 4th, 2018 at 3:12 PM ^

When a guy has proven to be one of the top 3 defensive coaches (maybe even the top?) in all of college basketball and is the primary reason for M so vastly exceeding expectations the past two years AND has shown good recruiting chops, you absolutely, 100% want to lock him up if you can.

His ceiling is limitless and his floor is very high because even if his offenses took a step back, his defenses will be good enough to keep the team at a top 25 level.  His floor is probably Beilein pre-Yaklich. And even if he doesn't have the chops to keep the offense elite, he'd be smart enough to hire an "OC".  Yaklich as HC, Patrick Beilein as OC.

When you're not a top tier blue blood basketball factory, that's the perfect guy to lock up.  A potential HOF'r that is (somewhat) homegrown.  I hate to make the comparison but he could be Michigan's Tom Izzo.

I don't have much trust in Beilein assistants prior to 2016ish.  The offenses of those teams were all Beilein, of course, and the defenses were terrible.  Considering how bad Bacari Alexander was as a HC, it seems like those guys were around for recruiting purposes only.  Mayyybe LaVall Jordan turns out to be ok as a HC, but he was bad his one year in Milwaukee (albeit in a bad situation but he certainly didn't Chris Holtmann that job), and he's not off to a great start in year 2 (the post Wile E Coyote year) at Butler.  His ceiling is probably much lower than Yaklich's.

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December 4th, 2018 at 10:39 AM ^

Tucked away in La Cocina, a San Francisco kitchen incubator, is a woman living out her American dream. Her name is Nafy, and she came to the United States 10 years ago from Senegal, armed with a promise to her mother to bring back a degree and one to herself to live out her dreams.
The inspiration behind her move to the U.S. is not what you might expect.

“In Africa, we watch a lot of soap operas,” Nafy explained. “One that really influenced me was Beverly Hills 90210. And I’m seeing all of these kids at age 14, 16, working, driving cars, living in their own apartments, and I’m like oh my god, that’s the American dream? I want to dream like that too. So I told my mom, once I finished school, I would like you to help me go there.” 

However, much like most things in life, it was easier said than done. In order to obtain her U.S. visa, Nafy had to queue overnight at the U.S. embassy to ensure she’d be the first in line. She arrived at 4 p.m. and was only let in around 9 a.m. the following morning. Nafy ultimately received her visa, and arrived in the United States in 1998.  

Nafy holding a baobab fruit, a key ingredient in her products

Nafy went on to graduate with a degree from the University of San Francisco and worked as a marketing manager in Silicon Valley. She eventually got married and in 2009, she and her husband welcomed their baby boy. Unfortunately, her son was born a month early and was in need of medical attention and care. Despite this, she was only given 6 weeks of maternity leave, even though her son was in the NICU for 2 of those weeks. Recounting those times, Nafy said “I went back to work, I was pumping in the bathroom because there was nothing to accommodate new mothers.” 

Finally, Nafy could not handle it anymore, “I quit, with no money left, with one income [her husband’s], and a child who needs a lot of help. At the same time, my mother, who by that point has joined us from Senegal, got diagnosed with dementia.” 

It was an undoubtedly a hard time for Nafy and her family, and she felt like she had failed her mom. 

“To me, the American dream was wearing nice suits, wearing high heels, having an office, traveling, and I didn’t have that anymore,” she said.  “So I felt like I did not achieve my American dream. So I said to my mom, what is another way I can reach the American dream? And she said ‘You don’t have to work for someone, to live the American dream. You can bring something from home, that way you can live the American dream.’ I said, what do you mean? She simply replied, ‘just think, why don’t you make the baobab juices we drink back home, make them here and sell them? You’ve had everyone you’ve made them for, tell you they’re good.’ ”

One thing led to another, and Terenga was born.

Terenga bars and their corresponding ingredients

However, getting a business started from the ground up was not easy, and Nafy knew she needed some help. 

“I registered my business in 2016, from there to mid-2017, it was a lot of tasting, giving out free samples. So I wasn’t making much money. Someone told me why don’t you reach out to Kiva. Kiva does this thing where there is no interest, and you can pay back slowly. I thought that was such a good idea because even though I had a really good credit score I knew I could not go to banks and take out a loan for a company that isn’t even a year old yet.” 

Today, Nafy’s Terenga energy bars and juices are sold in various grocery stores in the San Francisco Bay Area, and she has plans to expand it further. 

Terenga juices can be found in select grocery stores across the Bay Area

When asked what her hope was for this holiday season, she said, “I would love for every American household to have a Terenga product in their kitchen tables. I really hoped to see something like that, either Terenga juice or Terenga energy bars. It would support my suppliers in the Bay Area, as well as those throughout Africa since Baobab grows all the way from Sub-saharan Africa to South Africa.” 

Support entrepreneurs like Nafy, and help them achieve their American dreams.

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          December 4: 2 Chronicles 3–4; 1 John 3; Nahum 2; Luke 18       Cache   Translate Page      

With family: 2 Chronicles 3–4; 1 John 3

2 Chronicles 3–4 (Listen)

Solomon Builds the Temple

Then Solomon began to build the house of the LORD in Jerusalem on Mount Moriah, where the LORD1 had appeared to David his father, at the place that David had appointed, on the threshing floor of Ornan the Jebusite. He began to build in the second month of the fourth year of his reign. These are Solomon's measurements2 for building the house of God: the length, in cubits3 of the old standard, was sixty cubits, and the breadth twenty cubits. The vestibule in front of the nave of the house was twenty cubits long, equal to the width of the house,4 and its height was 120 cubits. He overlaid it on the inside with pure gold. The nave he lined with cypress and covered it with fine gold and made palms and chains on it. He adorned the house with settings of precious stones. The gold was gold of Parvaim. So he lined the house with gold—its beams, its thresholds, its walls, and its doors—and he carved cherubim on the walls.

And he made the Most Holy Place. Its length, corresponding to the breadth of the house, was twenty cubits, and its breadth was twenty cubits. He overlaid it with 600 talents5 of fine gold. The weight of gold for the nails was fifty shekels.6 And he overlaid the upper chambers with gold.

10 In the Most Holy Place he made two cherubim of wood7 and overlaid8 them with gold. 11 The wings of the cherubim together extended twenty cubits: one wing of the one, of five cubits, touched the wall of the house, and its other wing, of five cubits, touched the wing of the other cherub; 12 and of this cherub, one wing, of five cubits, touched the wall of the house, and the other wing, also of five cubits, was joined to the wing of the first cherub. 13 The wings of these cherubim extended twenty cubits. The cherubim9 stood on their feet, facing the nave. 14 And he made the veil of blue and purple and crimson fabrics and fine linen, and he worked cherubim on it.

15 In front of the house he made two pillars thirty-five cubits high, with a capital of five cubits on the top of each. 16 He made chains like a necklace10 and put them on the tops of the pillars, and he made a hundred pomegranates and put them on the chains. 17 He set up the pillars in front of the temple, one on the south, the other on the north; that on the south he called Jachin, and that on the north Boaz.

The Temple's Furnishings

He made an altar of bronze, twenty cubits11 long and twenty cubits wide and ten cubits high. Then he made the sea of cast metal. It was round, ten cubits from brim to brim, and five cubits high, and a line of thirty cubits measured its circumference. Under it were figures of gourds,12 for ten cubits, compassing the sea all around. The gourds were in two rows, cast with it when it was cast. It stood on twelve oxen, three facing north, three facing west, three facing south, and three facing east. The sea was set on them, and all their rear parts were inward. Its thickness was a handbreadth.13 And its brim was made like the brim of a cup, like the flower of a lily. It held 3,000 baths.14 He also made ten basins in which to wash, and set five on the south side, and five on the north side. In these they were to rinse off what was used for the burnt offering, and the sea was for the priests to wash in.

And he made ten golden lampstands as prescribed, and set them in the temple, five on the south side and five on the north. He also made ten tables and placed them in the temple, five on the south side and five on the north. And he made a hundred basins of gold. He made the court of the priests and the great court and doors for the court and overlaid their doors with bronze. 10 And he set the sea at the southeast corner of the house.

11 Hiram also made the pots, the shovels, and the basins. So Hiram finished the work that he did for King Solomon on the house of God: 12 the two pillars, the bowls, and the two capitals on the top of the pillars; and the two latticeworks to cover the two bowls of the capitals that were on the top of the pillars; 13 and the 400 pomegranates for the two latticeworks, two rows of pomegranates for each latticework, to cover the two bowls of the capitals that were on the pillars. 14 He made the stands also, and the basins on the stands, 15 and the one sea, and the twelve oxen underneath it. 16 The pots, the shovels, the forks, and all the equipment for these Huram-abi made of burnished bronze for King Solomon for the house of the LORD. 17 In the plain of the Jordan the king cast them, in the clay ground between Succoth and Zeredah.15 18 Solomon made all these things in great quantities, for the weight of the bronze was not sought.

19 So Solomon made all the vessels that were in the house of God: the golden altar, the tables for the bread of the Presence, 20 the lampstands and their lamps of pure gold to burn before the inner sanctuary, as prescribed; 21 the flowers, the lamps, and the tongs, of purest gold; 22 the snuffers, basins, dishes for incense, and fire pans, of pure gold, and the sockets16 of the temple, for the inner doors to the Most Holy Place and for the doors of the nave of the temple were of gold.


[1] 3:1 Septuagint; Hebrew lacks the Lord
[2] 3:3 Syriac; Hebrew foundations
[3] 3:3 A cubit was about 18 inches or 45 centimeters
[4] 3:4 Compare 1 Kings 6:3; the meaning of the Hebrew is uncertain
[5] 3:8 A talent was about 75 pounds or 34 kilograms
[6] 3:9 A shekel was about 2/5 ounce or 11 grams
[7] 3:10 Septuagint; the meaning of the Hebrew is uncertain
[8] 3:10 Hebrew they overlaid
[9] 3:13 Hebrew they
[10] 3:16 Hebrew chains in the inner sanctuary
[11] 4:1 A cubit was about 18 inches or 45 centimeters
[12] 4:3 Compare 1 Kings 7:24; Hebrew oxen; twice in this verse
[13] 4:5 A handbreadth was about 3 inches or 7.5 centimeters
[14] 4:5 A bath was about 6 gallons or 22 liters
[15] 4:17 Spelled Zarethan in 1 Kings 7:46
[16] 4:22 Compare 1 Kings 7:50; Hebrew the entrance of the house


1 John 3 (Listen)

See what kind of love the Father has given to us, that we should be called children of God; and so we are. The reason why the world does not know us is that it did not know him. Beloved, we are God's children now, and what we will be has not yet appeared; but we know that when he appears1 we shall be like him, because we shall see him as he is. And everyone who thus hopes in him purifies himself as he is pure.

Everyone who makes a practice of sinning also practices lawlessness; sin is lawlessness. You know that he appeared in order to take away sins, and in him there is no sin. No one who abides in him keeps on sinning; no one who keeps on sinning has either seen him or known him. Little children, let no one deceive you. Whoever practices righteousness is righteous, as he is righteous. Whoever makes a practice of sinning is of the devil, for the devil has been sinning from the beginning. The reason the Son of God appeared was to destroy the works of the devil. No one born of God makes a practice of sinning, for God's2 seed abides in him; and he cannot keep on sinning, because he has been born of God. 10 By this it is evident who are the children of God, and who are the children of the devil: whoever does not practice righteousness is not of God, nor is the one who does not love his brother.

Love One Another

11 For this is the message that you have heard from the beginning, that we should love one another. 12 We should not be like Cain, who was of the evil one and murdered his brother. And why did he murder him? Because his own deeds were evil and his brother's righteous. 13 Do not be surprised, brothers,3 that the world hates you. 14 We know that we have passed out of death into life, because we love the brothers. Whoever does not love abides in death. 15 Everyone who hates his brother is a murderer, and you know that no murderer has eternal life abiding in him.

16 By this we know love, that he laid down his life for us, and we ought to lay down our lives for the brothers. 17 But if anyone has the world's goods and sees his brother in need, yet closes his heart against him, how does God's love abide in him? 18 Little children, let us not love in word or talk but in deed and in truth.

19 By this we shall know that we are of the truth and reassure our heart before him; 20 for whenever our heart condemns us, God is greater than our heart, and he knows everything. 21 Beloved, if our heart does not condemn us, we have confidence before God; 22 and whatever we ask we receive from him, because we keep his commandments and do what pleases him. 23 And this is his commandment, that we believe in the name of his Son Jesus Christ and love one another, just as he has commanded us. 24 Whoever keeps his commandments abides in God,4 and God5 in him. And by this we know that he abides in us, by the Spirit whom he has given us.


[1] 3:2 Or when it appears
[2] 3:9 Greek his
[3] 3:13 Or brothers and sisters. In New Testament usage, depending on the context, the plural Greek word adelphoi (translated “brothers”) may refer either to brothers or to brothers and sisters; also verses 14, 16
[4] 3:24 Greek him
[5] 3:24 Greek he


In private: Nahum 2; Luke 18

Nahum 2 (Listen)

The Destruction of Nineveh

  The scatterer has come up against you.
    Man the ramparts;
    watch the road;
  dress for battle;1
    collect all your strength.
  For the LORD is restoring the majesty of Jacob
    as the majesty of Israel,
  for plunderers have plundered them
    and ruined their branches.
  The shield of his mighty men is red;
    his soldiers are clothed in scarlet.
  The chariots come with flashing metal
    on the day he musters them;
    the cypress spears are brandished.
  The chariots race madly through the streets;
    they rush to and fro through the squares;
  they gleam like torches;
    they dart like lightning.
  He remembers his officers;
    they stumble as they go,
  they hasten to the wall;
    the siege tower2 is set up.
  The river gates are opened;
    the palace melts away;
  its mistress3 is stripped;4 she is carried off,
    her slave girls lamenting,
  moaning like doves
    and beating their breasts.
  Nineveh is like a pool
    whose waters run away.5
  “Halt! Halt!” they cry,
    but none turns back.
  Plunder the silver,
    plunder the gold!
  There is no end of the treasure
    or of the wealth of all precious things.
10   Desolate! Desolation and ruin!
    Hearts melt and knees tremble;
  anguish is in all loins;
    all faces grow pale!
11   Where is the lions' den,
    the feeding place of the young lions,
  where the lion and lioness went,
    where his cubs were, with none to disturb?
12   The lion tore enough for his cubs
    and strangled prey for his lionesses;
  he filled his caves with prey
    and his dens with torn flesh.

13 Behold, I am against you, declares the LORD of hosts, and I will burn your6 chariots in smoke, and the sword shall devour your young lions. I will cut off your prey from the earth, and the voice of your messengers shall no longer be heard.


[1] 2:1 Hebrew gird your loins
[2] 2:5 Or the mantelet
[3] 2:7 The meaning of the Hebrew word rendered its mistress is uncertain
[4] 2:7 Or exiled
[5] 2:8 Compare Septuagint; the meaning of the Hebrew is uncertain
[6] 2:13 Hebrew her


Luke 18 (Listen)

The Parable of the Persistent Widow

18 And he told them a parable to the effect that they ought always to pray and not lose heart. He said, “In a certain city there was a judge who neither feared God nor respected man. And there was a widow in that city who kept coming to him and saying, ‘Give me justice against my adversary.’ For a while he refused, but afterward he said to himself, ‘Though I neither fear God nor respect man, yet because this widow keeps bothering me, I will give her justice, so that she will not beat me down by her continual coming.’” And the Lord said, “Hear what the unrighteous judge says. And will not God give justice to his elect, who cry to him day and night? Will he delay long over them? I tell you, he will give justice to them speedily. Nevertheless, when the Son of Man comes, will he find faith on earth?”

The Pharisee and the Tax Collector

He also told this parable to some who trusted in themselves that they were righteous, and treated others with contempt: 10 “Two men went up into the temple to pray, one a Pharisee and the other a tax collector. 11 The Pharisee, standing by himself, prayed1 thus: ‘God, I thank you that I am not like other men, extortioners, unjust, adulterers, or even like this tax collector. 12 I fast twice a week; I give tithes of all that I get.’ 13 But the tax collector, standing far off, would not even lift up his eyes to heaven, but beat his breast, saying, ‘God, be merciful to me, a sinner!’ 14 I tell you, this man went down to his house justified, rather than the other. For everyone who exalts himself will be humbled, but the one who humbles himself will be exalted.”

Let the Children Come to Me

15 Now they were bringing even infants to him that he might touch them. And when the disciples saw it, they rebuked them. 16 But Jesus called them to him, saying, “Let the children come to me, and do not hinder them, for to such belongs the kingdom of God. 17 Truly, I say to you, whoever does not receive the kingdom of God like a child shall not enter it.”

The Rich Ruler

18 And a ruler asked him, “Good Teacher, what must I do to inherit eternal life?” 19 And Jesus said to him, “Why do you call me good? No one is good except God alone. 20 You know the commandments: ‘Do not commit adultery, Do not murder, Do not steal, Do not bear false witness, Honor your father and mother.’” 21 And he said, “All these I have kept from my youth.” 22 When Jesus heard this, he said to him, “One thing you still lack. Sell all that you have and distribute to the poor, and you will have treasure in heaven; and come, follow me.” 23 But when he heard these things, he became very sad, for he was extremely rich. 24 Jesus, seeing that he had become sad, said, “How difficult it is for those who have wealth to enter the kingdom of God! 25 For it is easier for a camel to go through the eye of a needle than for a rich person to enter the kingdom of God.” 26 Those who heard it said, “Then who can be saved?” 27 But he said, “What is impossible with man is possible with God.” 28 And Peter said, “See, we have left our homes and followed you.” 29 And he said to them, “Truly, I say to you, there is no one who has left house or wife or brothers2 or parents or children, for the sake of the kingdom of God, 30 who will not receive many times more in this time, and in the age to come eternal life.”

Jesus Foretells His Death a Third Time

31 And taking the twelve, he said to them, “See, we are going up to Jerusalem, and everything that is written about the Son of Man by the prophets will be accomplished. 32 For he will be delivered over to the Gentiles and will be mocked and shamefully treated and spit upon. 33 And after flogging him, they will kill him, and on the third day he will rise.” 34 But they understood none of these things. This saying was hidden from them, and they did not grasp what was said.

Jesus Heals a Blind Beggar

35 As he drew near to Jericho, a blind man was sitting by the roadside begging. 36 And hearing a crowd going by, he inquired what this meant. 37 They told him, “Jesus of Nazareth is passing by.” 38 And he cried out, “Jesus, Son of David, have mercy on me!” 39 And those who were in front rebuked him, telling him to be silent. But he cried out all the more, “Son of David, have mercy on me!” 40 And Jesus stopped and commanded him to be brought to him. And when he came near, he asked him, 41 “What do you want me to do for you?” He said, “Lord, let me recover my sight.” 42 And Jesus said to him, “Recover your sight; your faith has made you well.” 43 And immediately he recovered his sight and followed him, glorifying God. And all the people, when they saw it, gave praise to God.


[1] 18:11 Or standing, prayed to himself
[2] 18:29 Or wife or brothers and sisters


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God I hope not. I'm kinda tired of the concept of "this species lifespan is well over 200 years" done just so they could have crossovers.
          ARCANES DU JEU : L'Euromillions est comme une rivière : on n'est jamais deux fois dans la même eau !      Cache   Translate Page      

10 fois plus probable que Gagner à l'Euromillions 

[planet] arnaque à l'Euromillions

Comment devenir RICHE ? 
codes pour la prospérité financière

" Les gens qui veulent fortement une chose sont presque toujours bien servis par le hasard. " Honoré de Balzac

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Mardi 2 octobre 2018
1 seul gagnant du jackpot remporte 162 403 002,00 € en Suisse

Mardi 24 avril 2018
1 seul gagnant du jackpot remporte 138 724 202,00 € au Royaume Uni

Les résultats des tirages Euromillions
défient la logique
« Le vrai n'est pas plus sûr que le probable. »
Rechercher un tirage : cliquer ici et entrer " euromillions + une date au format JJMMAAA (ex: euromillions 02022018)"

100% des gagnants ont tenté leur chance; 100% des perdants aussi !

Les grilles virtuelles d'Octopus pour le prochain tirage [égal ou supérieur à 50 000 000 €] seront bientôt en ligne (soit 3360 grilles à 10 numéros réparties sur 12 pages web dédiées)
mais on ne contrôle pas le hasard !

obtenir les cinq bons numéros à chaque tirage n'est pas très compliqué. Il suffit de miser la totalité des 50 numéros (et des 12 étoiles) et de les classer avec des méthodes d'analyse combinatoires. La vraie question est de trouver  comment  les réunir dans une même grille

pour chaque tirage, selon l'évolution du montant du jackpot, le nombre de grilles jouées se situe entre 17 et 40 millions alors que le total des combinaisons équiprobables est de 139 838 160
 Autant chercher une aiguille dans une botte de foin de Crau ! (?

Rappelons qu'il n'existe absolument aucune technique qui permette de maximiser ses chances de gagner avec une grille simple : il ne sert à rien d'analyser les numéros les plus tirés, les moins tirés... 

Les probabilités sont toujours les mêmes : pour chaque combinaison, il y a 1 chance sur 139 838 160 de remporter la cagnotte du rang 1. Cela signifie que la combinaison du dernier tirage a autant de chance d'apparaître à nouveau lors du prochain tirage que n'importe quelle autre. 


Pour préparer et composer ses grilles de jeux, le joueur dispose de deux éléments d'information (qui évoluent à chaque tirage) pour les 50 numéros et les 12 étoiles : l'écart et le nombre de sorties (l'éloignement et la réussite).

 Le total des sorties s'incrémente de 1 pour les 5 numéros et les deux étoiles tirés; l'écart de chacun des 50 numéros et des 12 étoiles est impacté  de 1, (et réinitialisé à 0 pour tous les numéros de la combinaisons gagnante). Il est donc possible de classer les numéros, analyse ABC, etc... Mais, pour les tirages à venir, il ne sert à rien d'analyser les numéros les plus tirés, les moins tirés...  

 L'Euromillions est comme une rivière : on n'est jamais deux fois dans la même eau !

le règlement officiel de l'Euromillions est propre à chaque pays participant, et varie, selon les pays, pour les grilles à combinaisons multiples (10 ou 11 numéros)

lien d'accès direct aux grilles virtuelles élaborées selon un concept novateur, original et exclusif : les algorithmes d'Octopus (= suites d'instructions données sans ambiguité) inspirés des calculs de mathématiques Fractales

Loi hypergéométrique[modifier | modifier le code]
Article détaillé : Loi hypergéométrique.
La loi hypergéométrique décrit le nombre de boules gagnantes extraites lors d'un tirage simultané de n boules dans une urne contenant pA boules gagnantes et (1-p)A boules perdantes. Cette loi à support fini dépend de trois paramètres n\in \mathbb{N} ^{*}p\in [0,1] et A\in \mathbb{N} ^{*}, et est définie par :
{\mathbb  P}(X=k)={\frac  {{pA \choose k}{(1-p)A \choose n-k}}{{A \choose n}}}
pour tout k\in \{0,1,\dots ,n\}.

Le secret des résultats exceptionnels obtenus par Octopus le Poulpe réside dans le choix de grilles multiples à dix numéros, et dans la composition des grilles qui prennent en compte la totalité des 50 numéros

Octopus publie des grilles virtuelles à dix numéros pour tous les Jackpots à partir de 50 millions d'€uros

Chaque grille de jeux est équivalente à 252 grilles  simples. Le montant de la mise - en France - est de 630 € par grille de 10 numéros + 2 étoiles

Mercredi (30 mai 2018), les membres de la commission des affaires culturelles de  l'Assemblée nationale ont adopté la proposition de loi LREM sur les "fake news", désormais nommée proposition de loi "relative à la lutte contre la manipulation de l’information".

"Mauvaise foi"

Les députés ont validé la définition des "fausses informations" adoptée par la commission des lois la semaine dernière :
Toute allégation ou imputation d’un fait dépourvue d’éléments vérifiables de nature à la rendre vraisemblable constitue une fausse information.Amendement AC16
L'amendement adopté précise que les opinions et les articles satiriques seront exclus du champ d'application de la loi.
"La lutte contre les fausses informations (sera) circonscrite aux cas dans lesquels il est établi que la diffusion de telles informations procède de la mauvaise foi", écrit aussi Naïma Moutchou (LREM).

"L'espoir, c'est ce qui meurt en dernier"
 Proverbe Russe

En 2015 la Fdj a généré un chiffre d'affaires de 13.7 milliards d'euros

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          Comment on ‘The Voice’ Top 10: Season 15 artists ranked from best to worst by viewers by Carolyn Russell-Webster      Cache   Translate Page      
There are so many poor singing contestants on this Season 15 of The Voice. However, as the weeks go by some of them do continue to improve. However, nearly all the men are just awful. Don't know how many times each week on Mon/Tues of The Voice our remote gets "muted." Some of the women are also just as bad as the men. Appears the coaches did not have much to work with this season. However, Kelly does have a "star" in this field. Chevel Shepherd is as good in her way of singing, as Adam's, Jordan Smith is in his success. I still go back to the internet and listen to Jordan's beautiful voice. I will do the same for Chevel. She is definitely God's creation and he gave her a beautiful voice, personality, and looks, and she is most definitely one of his finest creations. She deserves to win Season 15 of The Voice.
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Thelma Commey has been announced as the next Methodist Youth President.

Thelma Commey has been announced as the next Methodist Youth President. She was elected at this year’s 3Generate event, the annual Methodist Children and Youth Assembly, held in Southport over the weekend 23-25 November. Thelma will serve from September 2019 to September 2020.

Commey, from Milton Keynes, is 18 years old and attends Queensway Methodist Church in Bletchley.  She decided to stand for Youth President to help spread the Good News and encourage other young people to become involved in the life of the Church.

 She said: “I decided to stand for Youth President because I am passionate about the work of God and would love to encourage young people to get involved. My campaign, entitled ‘Jesus Loves All’, focused on presenting Jesus Christ as a saviour, through the talents of young people.

 “I would like to thank the young people of the Methodist Church for voting for me and tell them that God loves them so much, as do I. I honestly feel so blessed and I am very grateful for this opportunity. I pray that God will guide me throughout the year to be the best I can be at this role.”

The current Youth President, Jasmine Yeboah, congratulated Thelma Commey on her election, commenting: “I have really enjoyed my year in office so far. Being Youth President is hard work but offers lots of opportunities. I pray for Thelma to have every success in her preparations.”

Thelma Commey will commence her role after an induction service in September 2019.

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Crimes en Normandie

Frédéric Leterreux, Jérôme Eho

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Né à Honfleur, journaliste, Frédéric Leterreux a plusieurs ouvrages à son actif. Le dernier, Nous irons tous en Normandie, a été écrit avec Jérôme Eho pour les illustrations.
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Här följer ett gästinlägg av Ann Fernholm, författare, vetenskapsjournalist och fil. dr i molekylär bioteknik. Hon bloggar på

1971 fick svensken för första gången rådet att dra ner på mängden fett i maten. Som lägst skulle vi äta maximalt 30 energiprocent fett. Nu har några av världens ledande nutritionsexperter enats om att det ensidiga fokuset på mängden fett i maten har varit skadligt för vår hälsa, framförallt eftersom vi ersatte fettet med raffinerade kolhydrater.

Under de senaste dagarna har en rapport i tidskriften Science fått en hel del uppmärksamhet: Dietary fat: From foe to friend? Fyra ledande nutritionsforskare har gått igenom vetenskapen på kostområdet och dragit slutsatsen att det inte spelar någon större roll hur mycket fett eller kolhydrater vi äter. Det viktigaste är att vi äter mat lagad på bra råvaror.

Rapporten är en uppgörelse med tallriksmodellen och de kostråd som vi har fått sedan 1971, där vi har uppmanats att begränsa mängden fett i maten. Som lägst rekommenderade Livsmedelsverket att maximalt 30 procent av våra kalorier fick komma från fett. Den som ville banta skulle till exempel skära ner på livsmedel som avokado och lax, eftersom de är feta. Istället för naturell yoghurt utvecklade också livsmedelsindustrin smaksatta och sötade lågfettyoghurts, som så småningom började nyckelhålsmärkas. Under lång tid spelade det ingen roll hur mycket socker livsmedelsindustrin hällde i lågfettyoghurten, Livsmedelsverket ansåg ändå att den var nyttig. Fram till 2005 kunde till och med glass nyckelhålsmärkas förutsatt att det var lite fett i.

Forskare eniga: Dra ner på socker och raffinerade spannmål

Istället för fet mat uppmanades vi alltså att äta mer kolhydrater, som ris, pasta och gärna en skiva bröd till maten. Det vita mjölet ansågs bättre än fett, eftersom det per gram innehöll färre kalorier. I den nya rapporter är det tydligt att detta smala fokus på mängden kalorier i maten har varit illa för vår hälsa:

Current evidence indicates that no specific carbohydrate-to-fat ratio in the diet is best for the general population. Nor do all diets, and calorie sources, have similar metabolic effects in everyone. With attention to diet quality—and specifically a focus on reducing processed foods, including sugar and refined grains—many people do relatively well with substantial variation in macronutrient composition.

Höj kraven på kostråden

Det är intressant hur denna viktiga rapport vinklas i svenska medier. Journalistens roll är att granska makten, vilket i det här fallet är staten, Livsmedelsverket och de experter som tar fram våra nordiska näringsrekommendationer. Men istället för att lyfta fram hur illa grundade kostråd vi har fått har SVT Nyheter följande rubrik: Nu är det slut på kostkriget mellan fett och kolhydrater | SVT Nyheter.

I artikeln står inte ett ord om att de statliga rekommendationerna sannolikt har bidragit till epidemierna av fetma och typ 2-diabetes. Det är synd, eftersom vi borde dra lärdom av det här hyfsat kostsamma misstaget. Tidigare i år publicerade SvD en serie artiklar av medicinjournalisten Gunilla Eldh och mig där vi gick igenom den vetenskapliga grunden för en rad offentliga kostråd, med målet att se vilka som vilar på så kallade randomiserade och kontrollerade studier. Sådana studier krävs för att bevisa effekten av ett kostråd och identifiera eventuella biverkningar. Inga av våra kostråd vilar på några sådana studier, och när det gäller de tidigare rekommendationerna kring att bebisar och gluten kan man misstänka att även det har gjort mer skada än nytta. Rådet att vi ska dra ner på mängden salt är troligtvis också effektlöst, och kan i värsta fall vara skadligt.

Vi skulle alltså behöva en ordentligt kravhöjning när det gäller den vetenskapliga grunden för olika kostråd. Det ska bli spännande att se vad som händer nästa gång som de nordiska näringsrekommendationer revideras. Tror ni att gränserna för hur mycket fett och kolhydrater vi bör äta kommer att försvinna?

Ann Fernholm


Slut på kostkriget mellan fett och kolhydrater?

Ann Fernholm

Ann Fernholm är vetenskapsjournalist, författare och filosofie doktor i molekylär bioteknik. Hon är även grundare av Kostfonden och driver en egen blogg. Du kan också följa Ann på Facebook, Instagram eller Twitter.


Fler inlägg av Ann Fernholm

  • En granskning av naturgodis: Varför kallas vit choklad för yoghurt? Och hur hälsosamt är det?

  • Faktakoll: Ekots onyanserade rapportering om kolhydrater

  • Ny studie: Alzheimers sjukdom kan vara en form av diabetes

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29.11.2018 r.  – W czwartek, Uniszki Zawadzkie, gm. Wieczfnia Kościelna z wstępnie nieustalonych przyczyn, nastąpił zgon 59-letniego mieszkańca gm. Wieczfnia Koscielna. Czynności na miejscu prowadził prokurator. Zwłoki zabezpieczono w prosektorium. 30.11.2018 r. W piątek, ok. godz.17:00 w miejscowości Strzegowo, ul. Wyzwolenia, pow. mławski, obywatel Ukrainy, kierujący samochodem marki Ford Transit, nie ustąpił pierwszeństwa przechodzącej przez oznakowane przejście dla pieszych 15-letniej mieszkance Strzegowa. Poszkodowana przytomna z obrażeniami ciała została przewieziona do szpitala w Ciechanowie. Doznała wybicia zęba i rozcięcia wargi. Kierujący był trzeźwy. Postępowanie prowadzi KPP Mława. W piątek, ok. godz. 20:00 w miejscowości Morawy, interweniujący patrol policji zatrzymał Grzegorza T., mieszkańca pow. mławskiego. Mężczyzna kierował samochodem – wbrew zakazowi sadowemu, marki Opel Astra, mając w organizmie 0,2 promila alkoholu. Trwają czynności policji. W piątek, ok. godz. 23:00 w miejscowości Zakrzewo Wielkie, gm. Wieczfnia Kościelna, interweniujący patrol policji zatrzymał Jana M., mieszkańca pow. mławskiego. Mężczyzna kierował samochodem, marki Mazda MX – 3, mając w organizmie ponad 1,30  promila alkohol. Trwają czynności policji. 01.12.2018 r. W sobotę, ok. godz. 2:00 w Mławie, droga...

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Los ritmos urbanos y latinos de J Balvin, Ozuna y Bad Bunny se colaron en la lista de los artistas más escuchados en todo el mundo en Spotify a lo largo de 2018, según la clasificación anual desvelada hoy por la plataforma digital, liderada por el canadiense Drake.

El colombiano J Balvin fue el cuarto artista con más reproducciones en 2018 solo por detrás de Drake y los estadounidenses Post Malone y XXXTentacion, que en este orden dieron forma a un podio completamente dominado por el rap.

“God’s Plan”, de Drake, fue el tema con más reproducciones seguido de “SAD!”, del fallecido XXXTentacion; “rockstar (feat. 21 Savage)” y “Psycho (feat. Ty Dolla $ign)”, ambas de Post Malone; e “In My Feelings”, también de Drake.

El canadiense se hizo asimismo con la medalla de oro en la relación de discos más populares en Spotify gracias a “Scorpion”, que se situó por delante de “beerbongs & bentleys”, de Post Malone; “?”, de XXXTentacion; “Dua Lipa”, de Dua Lipa, y “÷”, de Ed Sheeran.

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Francia, specchio dei tempi e dello scontro di classe le cui nuove forme le cosiddette sinistre radicali non vogliono capire: quelle della guerra sociale, culturale e geopolitica dei popoli, pressochè tutti proletarizzati dal globalismo neoliberista, contro le élites. Lotta insurrezionale che presenta affinità stretta con quella del 1789, per la sovranità del popolo (lavoratore, operaio, contadino, intellettuale) contro la sovranità del sovrano e dei ceti alle sue fortune legati e dai suoi poteri beneficiati e che, ammaestrata dalla rivolte soprattutto contadine e dalle insubordinazioni dei barbari nel fine-impero, si accoppia al monopolio della forza. Sovranità e monopolio di cui i gruppi dell’accumulazione e della predazione, della menzogna e della cospirazione, sono tornati padroni, dopo che rivoluzioni e rafforzamento in varie forme della volontà, coscienza, conoscenza, forza, dei dominati se l’erano conquistata, o, quanto meno, l’avevano condivisa. Vedi, da noi, le costituzioni, dallo Statuto Albertino a quella antifascista del 1948. Vedi la cubana, quella di Thomas Sankara nel Burkina Faso e la venezuelana, la migliore in assoluto.

Lo strumento di corruzione psicologica impiegato dai gruppi di potere, oggi contestati in varie forme, è la criminalizzazione del termine sovranità, spesso deformato e, nelle intenzioni, vilipeso, in “sovranismo”. Poi si arriva alla separazione tra manifestanti buoni e cattivi, a volte sfruttando l’inserimento di provocatori di regime. Nel caso francese, tra i fermati non si sono trovati i famigerati Black Block, ma solo infermiere, camionisti, contadini e altra gente ridotta allo stremo dagli assiomi della globalizzazione. Di fronte hanno l’uomo di Goldman Sachs, cioè della cima della Piramide. Quello che avevamo noi, in sinergia con le mafie, con tutti i governi degli ultimi trent’anni, prima dell’attuale, non il migliore sognato, ma il meno peggio di tutti (almeno per la parte 5 Stelle). Come dice il collega Marco Cedolin, in Francia abbiamo un popolo di populisti antimondialisti contro il regime neoliberista; da noi siamo un passo avanti: abbiamo una canea euro-mediatica contro un governo populista. Ci siamo portati avanti col lavoro con il voto, anziché con la sollevazione di popolo. Quella era venuta prima, anche se più soft di quella dei fratelli francesi.

Souvranité, parolaccia o salvezza?
Il tema che affronto in questo articolo sta al cuore della questione. Per cui, senza se e senza ma, lunga vita ai Gilè Gialli e alla loro parola d’ordine: “Libertè, egalitè e souvranitè”.

Conoscendo qualche lingua, molti paesi europei, avendo vissuto in alcuni (Germania, Olanda, Regno Unito, Irlanda) credo di permettermi di valutare il sistema mediatico italiano il più sgarruppato dal punto di vista sociale, il più corrotto da conflitti d’interesse, e quello più degradato da coloro che ne condizionano la narrazione. Se ne ha dimostrazione quotidiana. Come vi spiegate che la quasi totalità della stampa-radio-televisione sosteneva con passione più o meno fervida i precedenti governi, quelli della tratta degli schiavi, dell’austerità, dei trattati capestro EU, della devastazione ambientale, del precariato, e oggi si abbatte con furia degna di miglior causa sull’attuale, che qualche latrato, o guaito, contro quei delitti lo emette? Come vi spiegate gli spazi chilometrici dati ai gabbiotti di lamiera, ai quattro mattoni in nero e alla piscina gonfiabile di papà Di Maio, non inquisito, e gli spazi ristretti come un golfino di pessima lana regalati a papà Renzi plurinquisito?

Come vi spiegate che su alcuni accadimenti, per loro natura meritevoli di dibattito e pluralismo di analisi, tipo il caso Giulio Regeni, la stessa, neanche più quasi, totalità esprima un giudizio uniforme e del tutto apodittico? Non è sintomatico che coloro che contro i pentastellati (e il finto nemico Salvini) mettono in campo pressioni, gazzettieri, minacce di obliterazione del paese, siano gli stessi che in questi termini affrontano ogni opposizione all’eurogangsterismo, compresa la rivolta dei Gilet Gialli il cui urlo è souvranité? Non vi dice nulla, a vantaggio e onore dei gialli nel Gialloverde, che l’apparato padronale italiano abbia fatto ricorso ad un’adunata, mai vista prima, di tutti i vertici a Torino, per attivare catapulte di ferro e fuoco sui 5Stelle e non solo per il Tav? E nella scia di questo gesto volutamente drammatico, l’ancor più drammatico grido di dolore dei più grossi cementific tori italiani, Condotte, CMC, Tecnis, Astaldi, Grandi Lavori e altri, che proprio nel momento della messa in discussione di appena una grande opera o due lamentano di trovarsi all’orlo del default e del rischio di decine di migliaia di licenziamenti. Puzza di ricatto, o no?

Treni e catorci di riserva

A fianco di questa locomotiva globale, che ha invertito la marcia di Guccini e si sta lanciando contro chiunque non le fornisca carbone, corre (si fa per dire) in analoga direzione un nostro trabiccolo locale. Succede che, con l’atomino dell’estrema “sinistra radicale” in costante bilico tra scissione dello stesso, ricomposizione, o epifania di una nuova, inedita, micro-unità da un lato e, dall’altro, una destra confindustriale, sedicente centrosinistra, da questo pulviscolo sorga il taumaturgo, il messia rosso da lunga pezza atteso.

Potrebbe chiamarsi Giggino o’ sindaco, oppure Robertino o’ presidente. Il primo amoreggiava con i 5 Stelle, ma s’è ricreduto. Il secondo è la mina vagante dentro i 5 Stelle, fa il presidente della Camera, ma anche il ministro degli Esteri quando rompe con l’Egitto, ma anche il catalizzatore di nano particelle. Un po’ Pizzarotti, un po’ forse Scilipoti. Ha ottenuto il master dalla cattedra “Come ti sposto i popoli” dei luminari Boldrini e Bonino. Si è laureato a pieni voti e lode con una tesi “Per un globalismo dalla faccia umana, fondato sul lancio del cuore verso il Global Compact Migrazioni e il guanto di sfida in faccia al presidente egiziano Al Sisi”.

Grida e sussurri

C’è stato in questi giorni un susseguirsi e un sovrapporsi frenetico di avvenimenti di grande portata per tutti, ma parzialmente oscurati da episodi come il totalmente inconsistente festino G20 a Buenos Aires, riuscito a rilegittimare uno psicopatico assassino seriale in dishdash con tanti pozzi di petrolio, o la captatio benevolentiae dei suoi militi nazisti e degli armaioli Usa che Poroshenko ha messo in atto nello stretto di Kerch. La Merkel, con il gasdotto North Stream, che sta per unire Russia e Germania attraverso il Baltico, è stata messa per l’ennesima volta sul banco degli imputati di filo-russismo. Per quanto la poveretta abbia sostenuto l’aggressività Usa e Nato mettendole a disposizione tutto il suo paese, ella cerca almeno di parare qualche ulteriore abbandono di elettori grazie a un’energia a basso costo. Che è quella del gas russo e non di quello liquefatto e da scisti statunitense che le imporrebbe altro che gli aumenti di Macron.

Poi, quatta quatta, come una talpa che fa capolino dalla tana, è sbucata la notizia dell’EastMed Pipeline, il gasdotto che dovrebbe collegare i giacimenti del Mediterraneo Orientale alla solita bistrattata Puglia, passando per Cipro e Grecia. Si affiancherebbe al TAP, quello dall’Azerbaijan amerikano al Salento, che già aveva compensato il blocco del South Stream, dalla Russia all’Italia e all’Europa centrale, blocco ordinato al cliente bulgaro. I quattro paesi coinvolti lo stavano negoziando in gran segreto da un paio d’anni, ma Israele, giorni fa, ha infranto il pissi pissi bau bau, annunciandolo all’universo mondo. Per Italia, Grecia e Cipro, l’EastMed, come già il TAP, è la classica mazzata di Taffazzi sulle parti molli, da non più indurirsi. 

Fornendo, secondo il costruttore IGI Poseidon, appena 10 miliardi di metricubi di gas, molto meno del meno costoso gas russo in arrivo da più vicino, il TAP è già una formidabile fregatura. Figuriamoci l’EastMed, che sarebbe il più lungo e profondo del mondo e, date queste caratteristiche, più il rischioso passaggio sui fondomare vulcanici tra Cipro e Grecia, sarebbe anche di gran lunga il più costoso, pur fornendo la stessa modesta quantità del TAP o STC. Ma, ovviamente, non sono i costi il problema. La questione è al cento per cento politica e, lì, dollari o euro non contano, anche perché escano dalle tasche dei Gilet Gialli e di tutti noi.

EastMed, i suoi padrini, le sue vittime

Da chi partono da questi meravigliosi progetti che promettono di fare dell’Italia, sismica soprattutto là dove passa la rete di tutti questi gasdotti, impianti di depressurazione, liquefazione, stoccaggi, per un gas che non ci serve ma che viene venduto all’estero dalle compagnie? Domanda oziosa: l’input è ovviamente degli Usa, il progetto è dell’UE e del suo “Connecting Europe Facility Program”. Ed è l’UE che ci mette gran parte dei soldi, nostri. Vuoi che non ci dia addosso sui deficit da impiegare per la pappa dei bambini di 5 milioni di poveri assoluti, anziché far fare soldi a Snam e Shell con la vendita del gas a Vienna e Amsterdam?

Si ciancia di monopolio russo del gas europeo, una specie di garrota sul cranio del continente. Non è vero. La Russia fornisce all’Europa tra il 30 e il 40% del suo fabbisogno. E lo fornisce ai prezzi più bassi di tutti gli altri fornitori. Ma i gas di Tap e EastMed daranno utili solo una volta che quello russo, e magari quello arabo, saranno ridotti ai minimi termini e le nostre tasse ai massimi. A proposito di solidarietà europea, della quale abbiamo già conosciuto i benefici nella distribuzione delle vittime della tratta, edificante il confronto tra la Germania che avrà il ricco gas a basso prezzo del North Stream, checché gli Usa si agitino, l’Italia quello costoso da lontano per il quale fungerà da inquinatissimo hub per i potenti del Nord. La Merkel ne gode quanto della cancellazione della Grecia dai registri d’Europa. Controllare l’energia, per parafrasare Kissinger che, umanamente, parlava di cibo, significa controllare gli altri. In ispecie, il Sud Europa. Merkel e Macron, cioè per l’UE “Italia delenda est”, finchè ci sono questi “cialtroni” a governarla.

Pensate che la vicenda EastMed finisca qui? Gli israeliani pescano da un gigantesco giacimento che si estende dalle coste libiche fino alla Turchia. Qualcosa pertiene alla Turchia, grazie alla sua occupazione di Cipro Nord (ricordate la nave ENI presa a schiaffi dai turchi?), qualcosa a Cipro, parecchia alla Palestina davanti a Gaza e la massima parte all’Egitto dove opera l’ENI. Ed ecco che vi si accende una lampadina quando tutte queste cose le mettete accanto al furibondo rilancio della campagna Regeni contro l’Egitto. E un assordante sbattere di sciabole alle porte della Russia. Un Egitto potenzialmente massimo concorrente di Israele e una Russia troppo pacifica, ma resistente, con troppo buon gas a buon prezzo, ecco le pompe di carburante da abbattere.

Perché Giulio Regeni?

Riassumiamo. Giulio Regeni, dopo aver frequentato studi di intelligence negli Usa, si arruola alla Cambridge University e, intanto lavora per due anni per Oxford Analytica, multinazionale potentissima, 4000 dipendenti in tutto il mondo, specializzata in spionaggio, specie industriale, diretta da personaggi con tratti gangsteristici come John Negroponte, inventore degli Squadroni della Morte in Nicaragua e Iraq e altri grandi bonzi dello spionaggio. Arriva in Egitto con visto turistico per sviare dal suo ruolo di ricercatore in rapporto con l’Università Americana e alla ricerca di contatti con oppositori. Trova un sindacalista che ritiene di opposizione. Ma Mohamed Abdallah è un agente dei servizi e registra una conversazione del tutto compromettente. Abdallah gli chiede soldi per la moglie ammalata di cancro, per sondarne la solidarietà umana. Regeni rifiuta e gli promette invece 10mila dollari (da quale fonte?) in cambio di un non meglio precisato “progetto”. Subito dopo, il 25 gennaio 2016, il giovane ricercatore sparisce. Ne vien ritrovato la salma, con i segni della tortura lungo uno stradone, il 3 febbraio, lo stesso giorno in cui la ministra Guidi e una serie di industriali italiani si incontrano con il presidente Al Sisi per chiuder contratti miliardari, anche relativi ai giacimenti di idrocarburi. L’università di Cambridge si avvolge nella sua tunica e tace.

A chi è convenuta questa zeppa tra i piedi dell’Egitto, risollevatosi a furor di popolo dalla tirannia integralista dei terroristi Fratelli musulmani, e del suo partner privilegiato Italia? Uno Stato dai servizi segreti più temuti della regione araba si fa scoprire con le mani nel sacco non avendo saputo disfarsi di un ingombrante cadavere? O piuttosto dei mandanti, visto che il loro delegato è stato bruciato dal controspionaggio nemico, hanno rimediato il risultato della missione – demolire il nemico dei loro amici Fratelli Musulmani - gettandolo tra i piedi di Al Sisi, concorrente importuno sia per la Libia, con Haftar, amico dei russi, sia per il gas, con Israele. Via libera a EastMed, per la soddisfazione del taffazzismo italiota e delle quinte colonne tipo "manifesto".

Fico, fatti una domanda e datti una risposta

Roberto Fico, che hai deciso per lo Stato italiano di rompere i rapporti tra la Camera dei Deputati italiana e quella egiziana, costringendo a rincorrerti il vero ministro degli Esteri, Moavero Milanesi, non vuoi farti una domanda e darti una risposta? Ci sono sul tavolo almeno due ipotesi, una però più fondata dell’altra. Allora, un minimo di cautela, prima di tagliare ad Al Sisi il filo delle Moire no? La tratta dei migranti che si va ad organizzare globalmente a Marrakesh con il Global Compact e la menomazione dei diritti e interessi italiani con il gioco del gas, imposto dai vampiri, tra chi è vicino e ci costa poco e chi è lontano e ci costa un botto, sono un giusto prezzo per remare contro un movimento che difende la nostra sovranità?

Quanto alla decisione della Procura di Roma di inquisire funzionari dello Stato egiziano e di pretendere un processo “entro sei mesi”, sulla base esclusivamente di illazioni scaturite da una campagna di stampa forsennata, con in testa “il manifesto”, beh, si chiama colonialismo. E quando si tratta di quella Procura, il pensiero corre a Virginia Raggi. E alla sentenza che “Mafiacapitale” non è mafia.

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Drake ist der weltweit meistgestreamte Künstler 2018.
Der kanadische Rapper hat sowohl bei Apple Music als auch bei Spotify die Nase vorn. Sein Song 'God's Plan' aus seinem hoch gelobten fünften Studioalbum 'Scorpion' ist der meist gestreamte Track des Jahres. Dank seiner unglaublich erfolgreichen Platte wurde Drake zudem von Apple Music zum 'Künstler des Jahres' gekürt und in der Top 100-Liste tauchen gleich mehrere seiner Songs auf. Auf Platz zwei hinter 'God's Plan' folgt so 'Nice For What', während 'In My Feelings' an vierter Stelle steht. Ebenfalls in der Liste vertreten sind seine Lieder 'Nonstop', 'I'm Upset', 'Mob Ties' und 'Don't Matter To Me', auf dem er gemeinsam mit Michael Jackson zu hören ist. Damit jedoch nicht genug: Da Drake außerdem an Lily Babys 'Yes Indeed', Migos 'Walk It Talk It' und BlockBoy Jbs 'Look Alive' beteiligt war, ist er sage und schreibe zehnmal in den Top 100 vertreten.

Ebenfalls stolz auf sich sein darf Post Malone, der mit seinen Hits 'beerbongs & bentleys' und 'Stoney' zwei Top 10-Hits vorzuweisen hat. Das erfolgreichste Album des Jahres stammt jedoch weder von Drake, noch einem anderen Rapper, sondern ist den Machern des Films 'The Greatest Showman' zu verdanken. Der Soundtrack war 2018 das beliebteste Album auf dem Musik-Portal. Dahinter folgt Drakes 'Scorpion', den dritten Platz eroberte 'Divide' von Ed Sheeran.

Ein etwas anderes Bild zeichnet sich in Deutschland ab, wo Rapper Capital Bra mit seiner Platte 'Berlin lebt' den ersten Platz eroberte, während 'Was Du Liebe nennst' von Bausa der erfolgreichste Song des Jahres war.

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The First Sunday of Advent (C)

Dear brothers and sisters,

With the celebration of Vespers yesterday evening, we entered into my favorite season of the year, one too often overlooked. It is not my favorite time of the year because of the cold and snow (some of my favorite memories of this season come from a land of sun and sand). Nor is it my favorite time of year because of the hectic frenzy, jealousy, and anxiety we allow ourselves to be worked up into. Rather, this season is my favorite time of year because it stands diametrically opposed to the busyness that the secularism thrusts upon us this time each year. This is my favorite time of year because “there’s an imaginative fertility and a reaching ambition” in the season of Advent “which offers something much richer than just a cheery countdown to Christmas.”[1]

This season of Advent has become quite overshadowed and even eclipsed altogether by so many premature celebrations of Christmas. One of the causes of this problem is that “everybody wants … Christmas without Advent just like we want dessert without eating our vegetables.[2] This happens because we do not have a proper understanding of what the Season of Advent is all about. Just as we lose something of great importance by not eating our vegetables, so, too, do we lose something of great importance by diminishing Advent or by skipping it altogether.

Even as Advent began in the quiet of the evening, all around us supposed celebrations of Christmas have already begun. I say supposed because, if you pay attention, they are not at all celebrations of the Birth of Christ, but rather celebrations of commercialism, materialism, or winter, or some combination of the three. Have you tried looking for Christmas cards this year? Unless you go to a specifically religious store, good luck finding cards that speak of the Bethlehem event. Most cards might mention the name “Christmas,” but there is nothing else concerning Christmas about them. In all of this, we should not forget what saint Augustine preached in one of his Christmas sermons: “What we don’t want to do,” he said, “is surround this celebration of Our Lord’s birth of a Virgin with all sorts of silliness.” Today, even as we claim to celebrate Christmas right now, we have largely abandoned it.

We desperately need to rediscover the quite beauty of Advent if our hearts are not to “become drowsy from carousing and drunkenness and the anxieties of daily life” (Luke 21:34). Because so many of our Christmas celebrations – such as they are these days – have crept earlier and earlier such the actual Christmas season is largely ignored, we have forgotten what Advent is about.

The Universal Norms on the Liturgical Year and the General Roman Calendar tell us that "Advent has a twofold character, for it is a time of preparation for the Solemnities of Christmas, in which the First Coming of the Son of God to humanity is remembered, and likewise a time when, by remembrance of this, minds and hearts are led to look forward to Christ's Second Coming at the end of time. For these two reasons, Advent is a period of devout and expectant delight."[3]

Advent, then, looks forward by first looking backward. What do I mean?

Mother Church has assigned for us throughout the season of Advent Scriptural readings that

urge us to ready ourselves for the coming of an event which has already happened, thousands of years ago; and they direct us to look not just towards the immediate future, as we count down four weeks forwards into our own lives, but towards the eventual future, the Apocalypse, the end of all time.[4]

We see this in the dual direction in the readings we heard just a few moments ago.

The first reading directed out attention to the past event of the Birth of Christ, to that great day the Lord fulfilled the promise he made to the house of Israel and Judah (cf. Jeremiah 33:14). Humanity had fallen out of friendship with God through the Original Sin, but the Lord himself promised to reconcile mankind to himself (cf. Psalm 25:15). This he accomplished through the Death and Resurrection of Jesus Christ so that we might no longer live estranged from him. This is the Good News of the Gospel, that through his Paschal Mystery the Lord Jesus, the Second Person of the Most Holy Trinity, took on human flesh in the womb of the Blessed Virgin Mary and was born among us; that he healed the sick, cast our demons, forgave sins, and raised the dead; that he suffered on the Cross for us and by his Death and Resurrection has destroyed death and defeated the Enemy; that he established his Church so that his ministry of healing and forgiveness might continue even among us today here in Ashland. But if we do not recognize the evil of sin and of the separation it causes from God, this is news is not so good to us and certainly nothing to celebrate. This is, I dare to say, where we are as a society; we have forgotten sin and so have forgotten our need for redemption and salvation.

How often do we wander away from him? How often, even today, do we place ourselves outside of his friendship through our sin? How often do we reject his grace and live as if he does not exist? The contemplation of this tragic reality of our fallen human condition led Saint Augustine to say to God,

Turned out of paradise by you and wandering to a far-off country, I cannot return by my own strength unless you come to meet me in my wandering, for my return has been waiting on your mercy throughout the whole stretch of earthly time.[5]

Is this not true of each of us, as well? We need the Lord to come to us, to meet us in our wandering, to grant us his mercy, and show the us way to the Father’s house. He first came to meet us when he was born at Bethlehem; he comes to meet us each day in the Holy Eucharist and in the Scriptures; and he will come once more to meet us as our Judge. This is the focus of Advent: it looks backward in order to look forward.

In the Gospel, Jesus directed our attention to the future event of the Last Day, to that day when every eye “will see the Son of Man coming in a cloud with power and great glory” (Luke 21:27). On that day of judgment, everyone who allowed the Lord to meet them in their wandering and who accepted the grace of his mercy will be welcomed into the joys of heaven. But on that day of judgment, everyone who refused the Lord’s invitation to receive his merciful love and continued in their sinful wandering will have their rejection of the Lord honored eternally. When that day comes, which will it be for you and me? This is the great question of Advent. This sacred time is given us by the Church to call us to a deeper reflection on the sincerity of our discipleship of the Lord Jesus.

If we allow it to penetrate our hearts with its quiet peace, if we allow the Lord to teach us his way by opening our hearts to him in silence, this Season of Advent will strengthen our faith, hope, and love with a steadily growing and joyful eagerness to meet the Lord when he comes. If we reject the hectic frenzy, jealousy, and anxiety of these secularized days to instead welcome the patience of Advent into our hearts, this great season will prepare us to “stand erect and raise [our] heads” in the humble confidence that out “redemption is close at hand” (Luke 21:28). Then, inspired by a sincere trust in the Lord and waiting upon his kindness, everything else will fall into place because we will have discovered and embraced what is most important.

Above all, Advent is a time of watching and waiting, and, as a society, waiting is not something we like to do, but it is something we must do. Now is the time to wait on the Lord’s mercy. Saint Augustine is right to remind us that

[God] will teach his ways not to those who want to run on ahead, as if they could rule themselves better than he can, but to those who do not strut about with their heads in the air or dig in their heels, when his easy yoke and light burden are set upon them.[6]

Let us, then, not allow the celebration of Christmas to eclipse Advent; let us not resist or struggle against its grace, but simply and quietly settle into it. Let us allow the wisdom of the Church and of her Lord to take root in our hearts by prayerfully reading the Scriptures assigned to the Mass each day of Advent. If we honor Advent in this way, these days will indeed acquire the imaginative fertility of God that will transform them into something more than just a cheery countdown to Christmas. Let us, then, beg the Lord to give us docile hearts in these days of Advent so that, having used them well, we will “run forth to meet [the] Christ with righteous deeds at his coming” and be found “worthy to possess the heavenly kingdom.”[7] Amen.

[1] Eleanor Parker, “‘If in a day of Doom one deathless stands,’A Clerk of Oxford, 1 December 2018. 2018.
[2] Dwight Longenecker, “The Christmas Curmudgeon,” 1 December 2018.
[3] Universal Norms on the Liturgical Year and the General Roman Calendar, 39
[4] Eleanor Parker, “‘Swa leaf on treowum,’A Clerk of Oxford, 28 November 2016.
[5] Saint Augustine of Hippo, Expositions on the Psalms, 25.5.
[6] Ibid., 25.9.
[7] Collect of the First Sunday of Advent, Roman Missal.

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There was nothing remarkable about the small woman carrying a box of leaflets—certainly nothing to justify the clutch of reporters waiting for her across from San Francisco’s Federal Building on a July morning in 1966. Still, there they were. She arrived at exactly 9 a.m., greeted them, and began distributing fliers to anyone who passed. There were two of them: One was a yellow slip of paper titled “Classes in Abortion,” listing topics like female anatomy, foreign abortion specialists, and police questioning. The other—which she gave only to the assembled journalists and the five women who signed up for her class that Wednesday evening—described two techniques for DIY abortions. “I am attempting to show women an alternative to knitting needles, coat hangers, and household cleaning agents,” she told the reporters, adding that she had notified San Francisco police of her whereabouts and plans.

The woman was Patricia Maginnis, a laboratory technician and founder of the Society for Humane Abortion, an organization that she ran out of the front room of her small apartment in San Francisco. She’d started the SHA in 1962 (back then, it was called the Citizens Committee for Humane Abortion Laws). Arguably the first organization of its kind in America, its mandate was radical: The SHA sought to repeal abortion laws, endorse elective abortions, and offer women any resources it could in the meantime. These resources would come to include “the List,” an up-to-date directory of safe abortion specialists outside the country, classes on DIY abortions, and symposia where sympathetic doctors could confer with each other about the safest and best abortion techniques. SHA would eventually formalize its legal strategy with a branch called the Association to Repeal Abortion Laws (ARAL, which would form the basis for NARAL), specifically devoted to challenging legislation.

But on this particular day, and on this particular mission, Maginnis claimed she was acting alone, outside of her organization. The leaflets were her way of knowingly violating both a city ordinance and Section 601 of the California Business and Professions Code, which declared it unlawful to distribute information about abortion. She was also flouting Penal Code 276, which made it a crime to “solicit[] any woman to submit to any operation, or to the use of any means whatever, to procure a miscarriage.” The violation was the point: Maginnis had politely informed the police of her every move in advance. The aim was to goad the legal apparatus into an ugly confrontation that it preferred to keep as merely a threat; she wanted to make the system own the consequences of its laws. “I could get arrested for soliciting women to undergo a felony,” Maginnis told the alt-weekly Berkeley Barb, “but I feel it is necessary at this point to have a test case.” To get a law thrown out, you first need to go to court. And to get to court, you must be arrested.

She’d launched her leaflet campaign about six weeks earlier, and the police had so far refused to respond to her provocation (some cops would later tell Maginnis that they knew she wanted to be arrested—implying this was why they’d refrained). Still, things were going smoothly enough this morning; a man named Steve Hooper, writing for the Barb, described the women to whom Maginnis gave leaflets as ranging from neutral to receptive. Some wished her luck. (As for the men, they “seemed indifferent except for one old suit who said he wanted a leaflet for his secretary,” Hooper wrote.)

Then it happened. While the reporters watched, a documentarian named Gary Bentley interviewed Maginnis for 10 minutes with a camera crew. Content with his footage, he asked his cameraman to film as he walked up to Maginnis. Here’s Hooper describing what happened next:

With microphone in hand and cameraman turned on, he said, “I’m placing you under citizen’s arrest for violating Section 188 of the Municipal Police Code. What do you think of that?”

“Excuse me, please,” Pat Maginnis said, and she hurried after one more woman to give her a leaflet.

When the police arrived in response to Bentley’s citizen’s arrest, they did so unwillingly. They tried to argue that they weren’t the ones arresting her even as they helped Maginnis into a cop car. It didn’t matter. Maginnis’ “test case” paid off. San Francisco’s Section 188 would be declared unconstitutional, and the case against her would be thrown out in court. It was the first of her many legal victories.

A social history of American abortion shows two things: 1) that it’s always been around, and 2) that anti-choice efforts tend to intensify in response to women’s perceived “liberation.” This was certainly true when Pat Maginnis came of age. Women had joined the workforce in unprecedented numbers during World War II, and the 1950s were engaged in the genie-rebottling project of fetishizing traditional gender roles. One result, as Leslie Reagan points out in When Abortion Was a Crime, was a sharp increase in the (medicalized) oversight of women’s choices. A system in which abortions were decided between the patient and her doctor or midwife would eventually give way to hospital committees, which debated on a case-by-case basis whether women deserved “therapeutic” abortions. The discussions were humiliating and sometimes even coercive, particularly when they concerned lower-income women and women of color: It wasn’t uncommon for committees to approve the requested abortion if the woman agreed to be sterilized. As medical bureaucracies solidified, hospitals started reporting abortions (and attempted abortions) to police.

That this compromised women’s privacy and subjected their health care to literal policing barely registered in these discussions, which tended overwhelmingly to prioritize the physicians’ perspective rather than women’s needs. Doctors worried about the semilegal status of “therapeutic” abortions, but they also didn’t like committees telling them what to do with their patients. In either case, the debate revolved around doctors’ preferences and anxieties. There were plenty of organizations trying to reform abortion laws, ranging from Planned Parenthood—which in 1955 held an “abortion conference” to address possible reform efforts—to the California Committee to Legalize Abortion. Some abortion activists also chose to work within the existing framework: steering patients toward favorable hospital committees or training women on what to say to get “therapeutic” abortions, whether by emphasizing excessive vomiting or offering up stories that would earn them permission on psychiatric grounds.

Maginnis aimed for more than reform. She wanted a total system overhaul. As a figure in feminist history, Maginnis, now 90 years old, may not loom as large as a Margaret Sanger or a Betty Friedan. But while she’s finally getting some belated recognition, she was never particularly interested in taking credit for her work. Nor was she much invested in making herself or her positions respectable or palatable to mainstream culture. This may have made her an awkward figure for a movement that was then treading delicate territory. And yet, a decade before Roe, with her ungainly activism, her proclivity for wearing clothes she’d found on the street, and her righteous, unquenchable rage, Maginnis helped to fundamentally reshape the abortion debate into the terms we’re still using today. She was the first to take a passionate, public stance arguing that the medical stranglehold over women’s reproductive lives was corrosive. And the Society for Humane Abortion was arguably the very first American organization to advocate a pro-choice position that centered the woman, instead of the legal dilemmas of the physician—specifically, her right to privacy and choice. Rejecting the finicky gatekeeping protocols, the committees and evaluations and red tape, Maginnis proposed that the only question anyone should ask prior to approving an abortion was a simple one: whether the woman wanted it.

* * *

Pat Maginnis grew up with six siblings in Okarche, Oklahoma, during the Great Depression. Her father, a veterinarian, barely scraped by. Her family’s troubles were compounded by Catholic strictures: Her mother had converted in order to marry her father and—because birth control was not an option—consequently continued having children long after the doctors advised against it. “She had constant ‘female trouble,’ ” Maginnis says, recalling her mother’s unhappiness and pain. “I don’t know what that meant, but she had constant problems.” Her father, the illegitimate son of an opera singer, was differently scarred by the vagaries of unplanned pregnancy. “My grandma was on her way to be a star,” Maginnis says, “but she got pregnant. And apparently pregnancy was just a killer of dreams.” Her father never got over the humiliating circumstances of his birth. “He was a good soul, but forever tortured because he had been conceived out of wedlock.”

It’s hard to separate Maginnis’ refusal to become a parent herself from the misery that this litany of reproductive events inflicted on her family. Maginnis says that her father was so abusive that her older brother confessed to her that growing up he’d feared for his life more than once. Her family was not, in consequence (and despite its size and religious piety), particularly close. Some years after she started the SHA, her mother sent her a letter: “Dear Patricia,” Maginnis reads now, affecting a formal, slightly prissy voice, “I was thinking you must be about 40 years old. I do think you could do something besides teaching these girls to commit murder. P.S. If you come this way, do look us up. Love, Mother.”

It was a sufficiently chilly relationship—and Maginnis was so eager to get away—that she describes her banishment to a boarding school as a relief and remembers her mother’s trip to visit her in California with some acidity. “I never talked to her about my sex life,” Maginnis says. I’d asked whether she ever discussed abortion with her mother; that her answer took this form surprised me slightly. I wouldn’t necessarily have used the phrase “sex life” (which, to me, connotes pleasure) to include abortions. But Maginnis would; in fact, that was sort of her point. Any campaign for elective abortion is, of course, at least in part aimed at granting that women, too, might find joy and delight in sex (rather than just pain, danger, and obligation). As a guilt-ridden ex-Catholic myself, I was both baffled and impressed by Maginnis’ immunity to the shame that ailed her family: How does a soft-spoken, scrupulously polite Oklahoma girl who attended Catholic schools with strict Catholic parents shed her sexual guilt to become not just sexually adventurous, but a pioneer in activist lawbreaking?

When Maginnis was growing up, the family’s house looked out on a highway where convoys of young soldiers would pass during World War II. The Maginnis girls didn’t date, but, Pat says, “I was bursting with hormones.” She gasps at the memory of a convoy of young men passing her house: “Oh, I was just—I ran in the house, and I grabbed a pink satin bedspread. … In about five minutes, I made a halter.” Her parents came home to find their 14-year-old busily waving at trucks filled with men in her pink halter. When she saw her parents, she ran back inside and changed back into her gray togs, but it was no good: She was sent to a convent school. “I was naughty,” she says. But as with all these sorts of stories, the prudery only half-strangled her desire.

Instead of going straight to college like her sisters, she went to work in a lab at the Bureau of Mines in Bartlesville, Oklahoma, and funded her own sea voyage to the Netherlands to meet a longtime pen pal and notional fiancé. They did not marry in the end. (“I knew that the intimacy required and the responsibilities and the thought of children I couldn’t face,” she says. “I decided that marriage was not for me.”) Then, partly because a friend told her the uniforms were cute, she joined the Women’s Army Corps. She was stationed at Fort Bragg in North Carolina until she was spotted walking with a black soldier: “The captain called me in and scolded me. She said, ‘You’re setting a bad example for young white women who might join the military.’ ” She was shipped off to Panama as punishment.

During those two years in Central America, she experienced a different kind of discrimination. She’d trained as a surgical technician, but instead of being allowed to work in surgery as she’d hoped, she was assigned to the pediatrics and obstetrics wards—the realm of women. There, she was exposed to women suffering from botched abortions, women being forced to give birth, infants with terrible abnormalities. What she didn’t get in surgical experience, she got in perspective. “A general overview of the status of women,” as she puts it to me. “And I wasn’t at all happy with it.” Then she went to college at San Jose State—and got pregnant. She’d been fitted for a diaphragm. Used foam. None of it worked.

Maginnis is amiable and funny. She has a gift for impressions and chuckles ruefully at things I find sad or hard to hear. But when I ask her about her decision to terminate, she speaks with real anger—present-tense anger she still feels, decades later. “I was not in the family-ing business, and a child coming from me was not going to happen,” she tells me. “I simply thought my parents were ruthlessly forced into parenthood, and they … took it. They accepted it,” she says. “My mother would tell you she enjoyed having children. I didn’t go through childhood with that impression.”

She got her first abortion in Mexico and swore to herself that she would never again leave her own country to get medical care. She spent the next decade producing a list of legitimate abortion providers outside the country while also working quietly with those within it. Despite her best efforts, she would get pregnant twice more. But she would continue to have a sex life. And the horror of having to wrestle down her own fertility forged her into the formidable antagonist to the law that she became.

* * *

It helped, perhaps, that Maginnis was no longer young by the mid-1960s. She came of age long before the sexual revolution, which meant she had a particular experience of—and a particular fury about—what women had been routinely expected to tolerate. It’s hard for statistics to express just how urgent the abortion conversation was in the 1960s, or how difficult it was to even have the conversation, given the laws. In 1961, Los Angeles County Hospital admitted over 3,500 patients treated for illegal abortions. As of 1967, almost 80 percent of the women who died as a consequence of botched abortions were nonwhite.

From Dorothy Fadiman’s documentary “Motherhood by Choice, Not Chance”

Maginnis can’t pinpoint a single moment that turned her into an activist. She admits to once feeling great sympathy for a celebrity who was pilloried for needing an abortion, but it’s clear that there was no single precipitating incident. Her work, rather, was inspired by a slow and building rage. “What I saw was law, medicine, and religion were largely at fault for our problems,” she says.

When Maginnis launched her leaflet campaign, she chose a location that would maximize her ability to confront a medical community she saw as at best patronizing to women and at worst exploitative and controlling. The state Board of Medical Examiners had gathered at the University of San Francisco to discuss the implementation of hospital committees that would determine whether women could receive abortions. As the mostly male board debated the circumstances under which women could be forced to give birth, Maginnis was outside handing out information on how to abort without the help of the doctors within. She was shocked at how unseriously the board took their mandate. She told the Berkeley Barb that when she’d handed some board members a leaflet titled “Are you Pregnant?” with abortion information on it, they “twittered like a bunch of schoolgirls.”

This, she felt, was the collective effect of the laws and ordinances that made even talking about abortion illegal: The entire concept had become untouchable, a boogeyman. “The word abortion was taboo,” she says. “And I thought: That’s crazy. People won’t talk about abortion! They’re afraid to. I’m going to talk about abortion! ABORTION!” she yelled. “Women weren’t talking about it. They were afraid to talk about it.”

Maginnis wasn’t. She relied on logistical help from two women, Lana Phelan and Rowena Gurner, who joined her to form the Society for Humane Abortion’s central trio, which came to be known as the “Army of Three.” Maginnis was the fire, Gurner the strategist and organizational genius, and Phelan the organization’s eloquent mouthpiece. Gurner, like Maginnis, also worked full time, professionalizing the organization in her spare hours. She spent many nights sleeping on SHA’s floor. Gurner “had polish,” Maginnis tells me, her eyes lighting up. “She gave me $20 once. Now, Patricia!” she says, mimicking her. “You go buy a new dress for this occasion, and don’t bring something that you found on the street or in the thrift store!

Gurner’s gift for strategy and Maginnis’ grit turned the leafleting plan into an all-out, accelerating assault on laws they saw as punitive or unjust—using themselves as bait. “I plan to leaflet for abortion until they get sick of me and arrest me or repeal the law,” Maginnis had announced to the Berkeley Barb when she launched her campaign on June 16, 1966. Her initial plan had been to distribute a thousand leaflets. A week later, when she hadn’t been arrested, she escalated. “My minimum goal is to distribute 50,000 leaflets by July 25, telling women where they can get abortions,” she announced through the press. When she finally was arrested (in late July, thanks to that “citizen’s arrest” by Gary Bentley), she caused the city ordinance under which she was arrested to be ruled unconstitutional. She had no intention of stopping there. “I was arrested under a local ordinance,” she told the Barb in 1966. “Now it’s the state laws that need changing.”

When the San Mateo County district attorney announced that if Maginnis and Gurner showed up, he intended to enforce California’s state law forbidding the dissemination of written matter on abortions, the pair immediately arranged a class in San Mateo that covered abortion laws and DIY abortions. As Gurner put it to the Barb: “We just want to get this law on trial. … We obviously and willingly broke the law. And we did it so that no DA could weasel out because of ‘insufficient evidence.’ ” It worked. They were arrested on Feb. 20, 1967, and faced (according to the Barb) a sentence of five to seven years in state prison if found guilty. While their hearing was in progress—in a courthouse in Redwood City—an unrepentant Gurner and Maginnis advertised that they were still looking for a place in Berkeley they could rent on Thursday nights to hold more abortion classes. (The room needed to hold 50 people, and they were willing to pay $10 a night.)

It took six years from their 1967 arrests for Maginnis and Gurner’s efforts to pay off. Initially, both women were convicted of violating Section 601 of the California Business and Professions Code—the state statute that made it unlawful to advertise abortion. But in 1973, the state Court of Appeals overturned their convictions, ruling that Section 601 was overly broad—for one thing, it “does not distinguish between abortions which are permitted and those which are not”—and thus unconstitutional.

The Army of Three hadn’t been trying to get arrested merely as a matter of strategy: They had real information to distribute, information that was hardest to obtain for women who weren’t rich. Maginnis was incensed by a medical consensus that effectively discriminated against the poor. “The medical profession’s committee idea of legalized abortion is very discriminatory,” she told the Barb. “It will help those with lots of money or contacts, not the majority of women.” Lower-income women suffered—like the third member of the Army of Three, Phelan, who struggled to collect the $50 she needed for an illegal abortion. Women in search of abortions were also easy to exploit. According to Maginnis, some parties whose phone numbers and addresses were being circulated (or sold) as abortion providers weren’t actually doctors. This discovery, and the accompanying stories of botched abortions and sexually exploitative abortionists, spurred her to create “the List.” Essentially a Yelp for abortion seekers, the List offered a continuously updated and reliable list of qualified abortion providers in Japan, Sweden, and Mexico. The Jane Collective in Chicago would follow suit a few years later, performing the abortions themselves.

By 1969, the Society for Humane Abortion claimed to have sent 12,000 women out of the country to get abortions from reliable, trustworthy providers. To give you a sense of just how necessary the List was, here’s an excerpt from one List user’s earlier attempt to obtain an abortion domestically (as printed in a set of letters to ARAL published by the Los Angeles Free Press): “I was two weeks along then and he made me wait until I was 3 months along. Then he said it was too late to get any help from anyone but he would do it if I would sleep with him!” The classes SHA organized instructed women on every aspect of an abortion: how to schedule one, how to prepare, what to expect, how it was done, how to respond to police interrogations if you had to be hospitalized, and how—if you couldn’t travel—to perform your own.

The classes sometimes included DIY abortion kits with items like gauze, a thermometer, cotton, and a syringe. Maginnis was by all accounts a vivid teacher. Newspapers reported that she lectured using an IUD for a pointer and that she “graphically illustrated the dangers of unsanitary abortion by holding up anal bacteria cultures and infected blood samples.” The class taught women female anatomy. It instructed them on how to calculate how many weeks pregnant they were. It instructed them on exactly how to call for an appointment (the woman, not the man, should place the call).

These classes were understood by many to be essential but legally risky. When the Los Angeles Free Press took the bold step of republishing the entire class’s contents across several pages of an October 1967 issue, the layout was anxiously peppered with editor’s notes and legal disclaimers like: “The Free Press can not and does not advise women who are not legally entitled to an abortion to follow the advice of Pat Maginnis.”

The Society for Humane Abortion didn’t interact much with the feminist movement or Planned Parenthood directly, at least at first. “It was too touchy,” Maginnis says. In the SHA’s early days, Planned Parenthood was more invested in advocating for contraception than abortion. Margaret Sanger’s theory was that abortion would become unnecessary if women had sufficient access to contraception. Maginnis disagreed. “Margaret Sanger, bless her,” she says. “We can’t thank her enough for Planned Parenthood, but it isn’t enough.” Under Maginnis’ leadership, the SHA spoke out—and in certain regards, provoked change—in ways Planned Parenthood wouldn’t. “We used to say we made Planned Parenthood respectable,” Maginnis laughs.

Her admiration of Sanger, though, is genuine. “Sanger took rotten eggs and tomatoes and rotten fruit thrown at her when she went out, and I don’t think people know that today,” she says. She understood that an organization with Planned Parenthood’s institutional heft needed to keep some distance from the SHA; Maginnis’ strategy of flagrantly flouting the law had made her something of a too-hot-to-handle legend.

When the Therapeutic Abortion Act was signed into law by California Gov. Ronald Reagan in 1967, the Army of Three planned a program of civil disobedience. The act, an unhappy compromise between groups whose politics hadn’t yet coalesced into well-defined positions like “pro-choice” and “pro-life,” ostensibly aimed to make legal abortion more widely available. (National Review called the signing of this bill Reagan’s “darkest hour.”) Abortion at the time was only legal to save the life of the mother; the act made “therapeutic” abortion legal in cases that would “gravely impair” women’s mental as well as physical health. But it also added a draconian 20-week limitation and required that any medical committee discussion of a prospective abortion for reasons of rape or incest include the relevant district attorney. Functionally, as even some attorneys at the time argued, it meant that wealthy women (who dealt with private hospitals) would have access to abortions, whereas women in public hospitals would be bound by a more conservative take on the law: They would need to show sufficiently “severe” mental distress—like psychosis—to obtain a legal abortion. (“How much for a psychosis?” reads a political cartoon Maginnis once drew, depicting a patient asking a psychiatrist for a diagnosis that would legitimize a therapeutic abortion.)

“We’re going to instruct women in the arts of phony psychosis and false hemorrhage,” Pat Maginnis told reporters. “This unbelievable piece of legislative slop must be violated to the point that the medical profession and legislature is pressured into accepting more modern abortion techniques.” ARAL issued a leaflet asking members of Congress whether they would request permission to get a vasectomy or treatment for venereal disease from a panel of female doctors.

It was a combative stance—and a sign of SHA’s uncompromising position on the right to choose—for a bill that Planned Parenthood, among others, now credits with being among the first to functionally legalize abortion.

* * *

The “Che Guevara of abortion reformers,” as alt-weeklies called her at the time, now seems like an unlikely avatar of female rage. When I visited her at her home this summer, I found a 90-year-old woman who laughs a lot and peppers her speech with gentle exclamations. “Oh, my goodness,” she chuckles, remembering the time she invited police to attend a class she was teaching on DIY abortions—and they asked her to pay $3 an hour for a female officer’s time. “I think a policewoman did show up, but more out of personal interest,” Maginnis says wryly. She conveys a bemused mildness I found hard to reconcile with the working-class firebrand I’d expected.

But there’s no real contradiction here: The woman who said “excuse me” to the man detaining her in 1966 is also the woman who faced down the San Francisco homicide squad in 1959 in the hospital while recovering from a self-induced abortion. Had she given herself an abortion? the police asked. “Sure I did,” she replied. “Want me to demonstrate how in court?”

In her 10th decade, Maginnis remains equal parts polite and independent. She lives alone in a house in the San Antonio neighborhood of East Oakland that she bought back in 1979 for a song (the owner had tried to burn it down for the insurance money). Until just a few years ago, when she gave her archives to a library, her house was filled with several decades’ worth of handwritten letters from women telling her about their abortions or asking for help.

In the ’60s, especially given the respectable caution that characterized organizations like Planned Parenthood, there was a radical politics to the matter-of-factness with which the Army of Three openly talked about their own abortions. And that matter-of-factness still feels radical today. The second time she got pregnant, Maginnis recalls, she was deeply frustrated at the prospect of being forced to leave the country again for an abortion. But by then, she says, “I had figured out, if I start just giving my uterus no rest, that fetus is going to fall out.”

Startled, I ask Maginnis to explain. She elaborates that her plan was to “squat down and take my clean, scrubbed fingers and manipulate until I could get it to rebel and kick the fetus out.”

“So you could reach your cervix?” I ask.

“Oh yeah, very easily. You probably could too.”

“Does that work?”

“I manipulated, I worked on it, and finally, at five months, the fetus went into—I went into labor. It took a long time and a lot of work.”

Five months of daily effort to induce an abortion, followed by labor and police questioning—all instead of a simple, fast, safe procedure. In telling me this story, she betrays none of the story’s weight; rather, there is a relationship between her tight understatement and her rage.

In interviews, Phelan was less circumspect and much more graphic about the horrors she endured because safe abortions weren’t easily available. After she had one child, her doctor told her another pregnancy would kill her but didn’t tell her how to avoid getting pregnant. When she did—as a woman, she once said, “you don’t know how to say no to your husband. That silly Bible says you can’t say no!”—it took her so long to gather the $50 she needed for an illegal abortion that by the time she’d saved it, she was four months pregnant. The abortionist—a woman on the outskirts of Tampa, Florida—stuffed her uterus with slippery elm bark and told her not to come back. She was at her sister-in-law’s house when she started to feel extremely ill. She’d told no one, not even her husband. As she recalled in 2004:

This is a thing you do yourself. And if you die and go to hell, it’s you that goes, not anybody else. So I excused myself to go to the bathroom because it was hurting so. When I sat down on the john and looked down, there was a little tiny hand protruding from my vagina and the blood was just flying, and I thought, “Oh my God, what do I do now?”

I didn’t take as long to think about it as Bush did the war … [laughs] I gathered up all the toilet tissue I could get in my hand and stuffed it back inside of me, pushed everything back up inside my vagina and just packed it. And got all the blood off I could and cleaned everything up. And then I went out back inside and said I had to go home because I was so sick, and that was not a lie.

She was 16. First came fear. The anger would follow. This seems to be a pattern: Restrict women’s rights, force them to suffer needlessly, blame them when they fail impossible tests, and you will eventually create unsuspected forces for change. “It seemed to me when I got involved wasn’t really when I got involved [in the abortion rights movement],” Maginnis says. “I’d been involved for years before, just not driven to do anything except be angry. In a constant rage over it. And wondering why women, in addition to myself, were in a constant upheaval.”

Was Roe v. Wade a relief when it was passed? I ask her. “For me it wasn’t a big relief,” she says. It had felt more like the expected course of events—reality inching closer to how things should be. But then she continues: “I thought, yeah, that is a good thing. Now, let’s hope we can at least maintain the healthy ideas of it being available. We don’t have to sneak, we don’t have to beg.”

If the Federalist Society—which supplied the list of judges from which Donald Trump chose Brett Kavanaugh for the Supreme Court—has its way, we’re in danger of returning to the times when women had to sneak and beg. Trump pledged during his campaign that Roe would be overturned “automatically” through the pro-life judges he would nominate. It probably won’t be so straightforward: The route the GOP is taking to greatly restrict women’s access to abortion has been circuitous, with progress marked by legal restrictions, by expanding definitions of fetal personhood, by permitting women to be lied to in the service of a single end goal. As my colleague Dahlia Lithwick has written, “women’s experiences, memories, and suffering don’t matter; their control over the truth of what they themselves have lived through is determined by those who win.”

Faced with a similar orthodoxy half a century ago, Maginnis and her cohort refused to let it stand.

The classes a modern-day SHA might teach would likely be different. There’s the internet, for one. The first time we met, I asked Maginnis what she thought women should be doing now, as the country seems poised once again to try to control our bodies. “I’ve thought about that,” she said then. “If I was going to reinvolve myself at this point, what would be the entry point? Kind of like setting out a map, looking for an entry.” She doesn’t quite have an answer. Yet.

It’s late afternoon on my final visit with Maginnis, and the warmth and long conversation have made the upstairs room where we sit feel especially lived-in. Her compatriots Gurner and Phelan died years ago. It’s not lost on me that I’m talking to someone who fought for reproductive freedom pre-Roe, at a moment when a Supreme Court justice has just been hand-picked to take it away again. In recent months, rage has been much on my mind. If over half of Americans stand to have a committee of men overrule their right to bodily autonomy after a mere 45 years, we can learn a lot from Pat Maginnis—about how women survived, and how they died, and how they fought. So what should we do now? I ask her again, as she raises the blinds to open the window overlooking the street below. “Keep talking about the issue,” she says. “Sure, not everyone is a brilliant speaker, but I think people have to keep talking about it.” She looks at me, her eyes bright. “Don’t you?”

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If you’re not prepared, Barry Jenkins’ If Beale Street Could Talk can make for a flusteringly intimate experience. In his follow-up to Best Picture winner Moonlight, Jenkins frames his actors—mainly newcomer KiKi Layne and up-and-comer Stephan James, who play the drama’s reticent young lovers—in luminous close-ups, talking to each other not quite at, and not quite through, the camera. The result is to situate us in the warm glow between 19-year-old Tish (Layne) and 22-year-old Fonny (James), cocooned within the lust and trust and devotion and giddiness they share. Even when they’re wrenched apart by a corrupt criminal justice system—which happens almost immediately—their gazes never let you forget the rawness of their connection.

But Jenkins also primes his audience for that whispery, hot-breath closeness. As he did in Moonlight, Jenkins disarms with scenes of tenderness and bounty. His characters are eager to give themselves to one another. Jenkins has not hidden his adoration of Wong Kar-wai, and it’s hard not to feel that Beale Street is his In the Mood for Love: a masterful period romance told in lush colors (here mostly ’70s-appropriate mustard and jade) and dancing curlicues of cigarette smoke, a love language rooted in meaningful looks and wordless understandings, and with an extraordinary strings-based score (by Nicholas Britell) that conveys the couple’s tragic yearning and inner earthquakes.

Beale Street is also, of course, an adaptation of James Baldwin’s novel—in fact, the first English-language film based on the author’s work. Set in Harlem, it crackles with rage at the many racial inequities facing black Americans, including police brutality, mass incarceration, housing discrimination, and limited educational and occupational opportunities. (Jenkins’ indictments are all the more powerful for exposing the lack of political will to significantly address those problems, which continue to haunt us today.) Beale Street doesn’t just put a face to those issues but illustrates how the accumulation of injustices great and small weighs down the soul. In an ensemble that may well be the best of any film this year, Brian Tyree Henry gives one of the standout performances as an unjustly imprisoned recent parolee conveying the disfigurement of his spirit through an unquenchable thirst to forget.

But that’s in a flashback—one of many extended ones that chronicle Tish and Fonny’s plans for the future. In the present, Tish is pregnant and Fonny’s in jail, awaiting trial for a rape he didn’t commit. Like Moonlight’s Chiron, Fonny is saddled with a monstrous mother (Aunjanue Ellis), a religious fundamentalist who seems unbothered by her son’s wrongful stay in prison as long as he can find God there. So it’s up to Tish’s mother (Regina King) to help investigate the facts of Fonny’s case—a quest that takes her to Puerto Rico and back and to the limits of her compassion.

Jenkins borrows Baldwin’s words liberally, lending the dialogue an occasional stiffness. “We were a part of each other, flesh of each other’s flesh,” Tish explains in voice-over, unnecessarily, when the filmmaking and performances have already conveyed this no less eloquently. But the film’s universe is rounded out by the poison-tipped verbal arrows that the characters sling in reaction to their travails, as well as sharp observations about everyday millstones, like the physical toll of pregnancy or Tish’s dislike of her perfume counter job, where white male customers act far more proprietarily over her body than Fonny ever does. And the writerly timbre of Tish’s words adds to the burden of world-weariness being foisted on this young woman, a teenager who’ll never again be afforded the luxury of lightheartedness.

Jenkins’ inclination to gamble on unknown actors pays off once again: Layne’s natural openness is a perfect fit for this tale of innocence colliding with calamity. The more experienced James is able to demonstrate his range as institutionalized cruelty chips away devastatingly quickly at his equanimity. But it’s the wondrously understated King who perhaps walks away with the film, revealing ever-new layers of decency and kindness.

In the movies, love is cheap. It’s everywhere and nowhere, too often reduced to a formula or a reward. Beale Street knows better. It restores to love, romantic and familial, its sanctity—an ambition that makes it one of the most distinctive love stories in recent memory. That’s never more evident than in the early moment when Tish’s mother happily toasts her daughter’s out-of-wedlock pregnancy, or in the gleaming sex scenes, where Tish and Fonny remove their white clothes and hold themselves defenseless against the other. And it’s that same love that allows Tish and Fonny to let themselves be pushed into an unknown future, because persisting in hope is the most powerful way they know how to love.

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If for some reason you find yourself reading the YouTube comments on the video for Crazy Ex-Girlfriend’s “Where’s the Bathroom?”—as one does—you’ll notice a curious trend. The song, which introduces Tovah Feldshuh as Rebecca’s mom in the first season, is described as “the definitive Jewish mother song.” But in the comments section, the musical whirlwind of nagging, disapproval, and bladder control issues has struck a chord across cultural divides. “I have a Mexican mom and she does the same,” one user writes. “Like every South East Asian mom,” adds another. “Oh my god! when did she meet my grandma!?!” asks a third. The details of the song might be specific to Jewish mothers, but its sentiments have resonated with the offspring of Korean, Chinese, Brazilian, Italian, Polish, and other parents everywhere. “Moms will be moms,” one commenter summarizes. “It’s one thing that unites all humanity.”

The Crazy Ex-Girlfriend writers seem to have taken that to heart. In “I Will Help You,” Rebecca flies to New York to support her mother as she receives an award for her philanthropic work. But Rebecca’s plan to finally come clean backfires when it turns out that internet-savvy Naomi—who also knows when it pays to read the comments section—has already learned about Rebecca’s suicide attempt and jail time. Instead of offering support, she clings to what she considers Rebecca’s one accomplishment, making partner at her law firm out in California. It comes as quite a shock, then, when she learns that Rebecca has also quit her semi-prestigious job to open a pretzel shop, and she forbids Rebecca from telling any of her friends—or, more accurately, frenemies, because it seems Naomi is as prickly in all her relationships as she is with her daughter. An instrumental version of “JAP Battle” even plays as Naomi and Rebecca approach their mother-daughter rivals, the Levines, though sadly there is no reprise.

Instead, we get the musical highlight of the episode, the dismissive “Forget It,” a vaguely Madonna-flavored pop song sung by a blinged-out Feldshuh.

“In your search for happiness, you never thought of me/ You haven’t caused me so much pain since my episiotomy,” sings Naomi. In the kind of solidarity that would make fans of “Where’s the Bathroom?” proud, this time Naomi is joined by mothers of other ethnic backgrounds to echo their disappointments in their daughters. (The lone exception is the passive-aggressive WASP-y mom at the end, who reassures us that “everything’s fine.”) But the highlight of the song is a genius rap breakdown by Emilio from the frame store, who verifies Naomi’s worst fears: Semi-strangers are judging her. Songwriters Rachel Bloom, Adam Schlesinger, and Jack Dolgen teased the song last year on an episode of Billboard on Broadway and said that the part was originally conceived as a guest role for fan of the show Lin-Manuel Miranda, but he’s played here by Damian Gomez instead.

This week’s actual guest star is Elayne Boosler, and for those too goyish to know who that is, Crazy Ex-Girlfriend provides a handy explainer: “You’ve got your Totie Fields, your Joan Rivers, your Fran Drescher, and then you got your Elayne Boosler,” Naomi tells Valencia of the comedian, who is allegedly a childhood friend she met at the affluent “Camp Kavetcha.” Boosler’s presence on the show has an even more charming explanation in real life: She met showrunner Aline Brosh McKenna through a shared love of crosswords.

For a while, it seems Naomi’s promise that Boosler will introduce her at the award ceremony is a Waiting for Godot­–style folly. But then she shows up just in time to sing a duet with Naomi, “If You Ever Need a Favor in 50 Years,” which Rebecca notes is “dead-on to this situation.”

It terms of specificity, it’s hard to beat “If you’re honored for your mitzvahs/ Call a Camp Kavetcha sister/ If she’s famous and she’s distant/ Get in touch with her assistant/ If you still can’t find her/ Have your daughter’s goyish friend remind her.” That’s in contrast to the other song of the episode, which is a cruel tease. Josh, who is once again adrift and crashing with Rebecca, discovers that living on his own isn’t as easy as he imagined it would be. Fortunately, Darryl is there to help.

Wow, take that, Jordan Peterson. The brevity of “How to Clean Up” is a pretty good gag, but Darryl’s advice is obviously not going to do anything for Josh, who can’t get a bedsheet on a mattress and thinks spaghetti can be cooked with only a few drops of water. In a saucepan. In the oven. Somehow, though, his greatest crime is still snapping the pasta in half.

Best song of the week: I’m tempted to give it to “How to Clean Up,” but for some reason that fills me with unspeakable guilt, so “Forget It” it is.

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The following is an excerpt from the latest episode of Slate’s podcast Decoder Ring.

Listen to the full episode using the audio player below, or via Apple Podcasts, Overcast, Spotify, Stitcher, or Google Play.

In May of 2002, two of the stars of Friends, Jennifer Aniston and Courteney Cox, appeared on the cover of Us Weekly. The headline said, “Will They Ever Have Babies?”

Us Weekly had recently made itself over from a monthly magazine into a weekly one, a magazine that was devoted to celebrities but that didn’t adore them. Us was funny and trashy and impertinent. It had the point of view of your curious, shameless celebrity-obsessed friend. It didn’t only show famous people as they wanted to be seen, in photo shoots or primped and ready on a red carpet—it showed them pumping gas in Uggs and no makeup. And it became a genuine cultural and publishing phenomenon, because it was unlike anything else on the market.

At the time, celebrity journalism was dominated by People magazine. People had been founded in 1974, a new kind of magazine devoted to “personality journalism,” to sharing with readers what relevant public figures—celebrities, politicians, athletes, special interest subjects—were really like. An early issue had a man on the cover in a swimming pool, a man the magazine referred to as “Jerry”: It was President Gerald Ford. People was a Time Inc. magazine, and it worked hard to maintain the company’s reputation for veracity. When it ran a story, it usually had its subject’s cooperation: They sat for an interview; they posed for a photo.

People was a huge success, selling nearly 1 million copies of its very first issue. But by the late ’90s, the kind of celebrity coverage it was offering—respectful, authorized, access-oriented—was no longer new. Jann Wenner, the co-founder of Rolling Stone and the owner of Us magazine, saw an opening in the market. He wanted to turn Us, a monthly that had existed since 1977—and was originally created as a People magazine copycat—into a weekly that would compete directly with People by channeling the spirit of European celebrity weeklies such as Hello! This new magazine would focus on newsstand sales, which depend on catchy, salacious covers and make way more money for magazines than subscribers, who pay a deeply discounted rate.

So in March 2000, Us magazine became Us Weekly. But it didn’t really find itself until early 2002, when Wenner hired the editor Bonnie Fuller, who had already had success at magazines like Glamour, Cosmopolitan, and Marie Claire. Fuller’s Us was mostly photographs, lightly dappled with text. You didn’t read Us Weekly so much as look at it. It was printed on glossy paper that made it appear classier, less cheap than other tabloids at the time, and more like an upscale, “real” magazine. It’s hyperbolic covers often promised gossip the corresponding article didn’t deliver. The “Will They Ever Have Babies?” cover, for example, was teasing a pretty thoughtful reported piece on the stigma pregnant actresses face while trying to keep working, not anything concrete about Aniston’s plans to have kids.

Us’ most well-known photo spread was “Stars—They’re Just Like Us,” in which famous people were shown doing extremely regular things: going to Starbucks, staring off into space, feeding the meter. It was the perfect example of Us Weekly’s originality, of the magazine’s intuitive understanding of its readers’ deliciously ambivalent relationship to celebrity, to the way that you can love some celebrities and hate others, and want to see them both on the red carpet and with bed head.

Since the start of US Weekly, so much about the magazine industry and the logistics of celebrity has changed. Us took off before Twitter and Instagram and Snapchat and YouTube and the Kardashians. It took off before magazine sales cratered. The big couples from that time now sound like barely comprehensible early-aughts word salad: Jared Leto and Cameron Diaz, Cameron Diaz and Justin Timberlake, Justin Timberlake and Britney Spears, Britney Spears and that guy she married for 55 hours. But there’s one thing that’s stayed the same: the fascination with whether Jennifer Aniston is having a baby.

A couple of months of ago, I was at the dentist’s office and I saw a copy of the tabloid InTouch. On the cover, there was a picture of Jennifer Aniston and her ex-husband, Brad Pitt. The headline said “Brad and Jen: Wedding and a Baby!” There have been more. Also in 2018, InTouch ran an issue with the cover line “Brad Stuns Jen! Marry Me Again!” and another about Brad and Jen’s Italian honeymoon. OK! had a cover that said “Yes, I’m Pregnant—With Brad’s Baby!” And Star published an issue in November that said, “Brad and Jen: Meet Our Baby!”

What is going on? How is it still going on? Why is it still going on?

So today on Decoder Ring, an honest to God mystery: Is Jennifer Aniston having Brad Pitt’s baby?

For the answer to this question, listen to Decoder Ring’s “Sad Jennifer Aniston.”

          Martyr or “American Dickhead”?      Cache   Translate Page      

In January 1956, five young American missionaries decided to make contact with a small tribe of natives in eastern Ecuador, with the purpose of converting them to Christianity. Instead, just a few days after their first direct contact with the group, they were speared to death on a secluded beach. News of the missionaries’ deaths spread quickly in the United States. Life magazine devoted a 10-page spread to the story of “five devout men who sought to bring the word of God to a fierce tribe of Stone Age savages.” The reverence for the missionaries went even deeper in Christian circles, where believers saw the men as martyrs killed for their faith.

Last month, a 26-year-old Christian missionary named John Allen Chau was killed on a remote Indian island in strikingly similar circumstances as the men in Ecuador.* Chau dreamed of converting the members of an isolated tribe on the North Sentinel Island, who are known to aggressively resist contact from outsiders. He attempted to prepare to do so, but he didn’t speak the language. At one point, he wrote to his mother, he approached a group of North Sentinelese from the water and “hollered: ‘My name is John, I love you and Jesus loves you.’ ” Chau was killed, apparently by bows and arrows, the next day on the beach.

The public reaction to Chau’s death has been much different than the response to the men in Ecuador 60 years ago. Mainstream media outlets have published opinion pieces accusing Chau of “cultural imperialism and insane arrogance,” for example; on social media, he’s been called an “asshole,” a “failed colonizer,” and an “American dickhead.” Many critics pointed out that Chau’s expedition was a violation of Indian law, which forbids outsiders to even approach the island. It was also an epidemiological risk to the North Sentinelese, who have not built up immunity to many common illnesses including the flu. And even if the North Sentinelese were not harmed by new germs, contact with outsiders could irreparably alter their lives and culture.

In traveling to an “unreached” people group, Chau was acting out one of evangelical Christianity’s highest imperatives—and most cherished narratives. “There’s a sense in evangelical and missionary circles that one of the highest things you can do is take the Gospel to a group who has never heard it,” said historian Kathryn Long, the author of a forthcoming book about the 1956 mission in Ecuador. For many evangelicals, this is the most dramatic version of fulfilling Jesus’ “Great Commission,” in which he told his followers to “go and make disciples of all nations.”

Intriguingly, however, even Christians have not hailed Chau as a clear-cut hero of the faith. “Chau’s stunt not only had absolutely no chance of success, it also stood to bring sickness and death to this tribe,” the conservative Christian writer Rod Dreher wrote last week. “How could any Christian justify this?” Dreher was among those pointing out that Chau’s death has prompted a regional backlash that could make life harder for the minority population of Christians in India, not to mention Christian aid workers and long-term missionaries there.

Part of the reason Chau’s story has prompted a backlash among both Christians and secular observers is because Chau seemed to approach the island with a cartoonish style of Western swagger. In his diary, parts of which have been made public by his family, he wrote of attempting to befriend the islanders with offerings of scissors and safety pins, and by singing Christian “worship songs.” “There’s been such a sea change in evangelical missiology over the past 50 years about the danger of cultural imperialism,” said Thomas Kidd, a historian at Baylor University who wrote a blog post about media reactions to Chau’s death.
“There’s much more sensitivity among evangelicals than there was at the time of [the missionaries in Ecuador’s] death.”

If Chau had been acting as a rogue agent, his missteps would be easier for Christians to dismiss as an aberration unrelated to traditional missionary work. That’s how it seemed when the story of his death first emerged: He had traveled to the island by himself, and it wasn’t clear whether he was affiliated with an agency with an expertise in the logistics and ethics of cross-cultural missionary work.

As it turns out, however, Chau had indeed received training and support from a number of American evangelical missions groups. One of them was All Nations, an interdenominational organization based in Missouri. “John Chau was not foolhardy,” Pam Arlund, a member of the international leadership team at All Nations, told me by email. “All Nations believes John was prepared to be able to contact the North Sentinelese well.” Chau approached the Kansas City–based agency about two years ago with a goal of visiting the island “to share the love of Jesus with them.” Arlund said that he had been working toward the project since he was 18, even selecting his major at Oral Roberts University (in health, exercise science, and sports medicine) with the trip in mind. He spent a summer in linguistics training with another well-established Christian organization, SIL International, to prepare to acquire the North Sentinelese language once he landed there. He also participated in an All Nations training program for potential missionaries and continued with an online “internship.”

All Nations had contact with Chau as recently as Oct. 18. In a recent interview with Christianity Today, another leader at All Nations described Chau as “thorough and meticulous in his preparation,” and said he had quarantined himself for a period of time before approaching the island to try to reduce the risk of disease transmission. Arlund said All Nations did not provide specific logistical advice on Chau’s mission but believed he was well prepared.

The apparent fact that Chau was not acting impulsively or independently will make his case more unsettling for many evangelicals. “There’s a high-wire act that evangelicals have to contend with,” said Kidd. “To outside observers, they’d say of course this is cultural imperialism, you’re imposing your culture. Evangelicals say, we can set aside culture and just boil it down to the Gospel.”

That’s an idea that would not have occurred to the five men in Ecuador, who have been the subject of hagiographic books and movies since their death, including the 2006 drama End of the Spear. (Attending an evangelical college in the late ’90s, I lived for two years in a dormitory named for one of the men.) Kathryn Long points out that the deaths in Ecuador came at a critical moment for evangelicals, as they were beginning to see themselves as a distinct cohort. The influential magazine Christianity Today was founded in 1956. Billy Graham’s evangelistic “crusade” took over Madison Square Garden for 16 weeks in 1957. At the time, the five missionaries “symbolized what evangelicals wanted to be,” Long said. Now, John Allen Chau may become a symbol of exactly the opposite.

Correction, Dec. 3, 2018: This post originally misstated when John Allen Chau died.

          Don’t Let Lorne Michaels’ Bad Editorial Decisions Keep You From Enjoying This Cut-For-Time Kyle Mooney and Beck Bennett Saturday Night Live Sketch      Cache   Translate Page      

Imagine, if you will, that you are the producer of a long-running live sketch comedy television program that airs from 11:30 p.m. to 1:00 a.m. on a major U.S. television program. It’s 12:45, the show’s running a little long, and something is going to have to be cut. You only have time to air one of the two sketches you’ve prepared for the evening—both of which, coincidentally, are parodies of works of popular art from the year 1994. Which do you choose?

• A meticulous recreation of a sitcom of the mid-1990s—specifically, the season seven Full House episode “Michelle a la Carte,” from March of 1994—which decontextualizes the television conventions of the time and the excruciating acting typical of the era, specifically J. Evan Bonifant’s performance as neighborhood bully “Kenny,” producing both laughs and the nagging sense that a culture that tries to teach its children about sexism through condescending very special episodes is riding for a fall.

• A group performance of Mariah Carey’s 1994 song “All I Want for Christmas Is You,” in which the lyrics have been changed to be about Special Counsel Robert Mueller, despite this being more than a little reminiscent of The Late Show With Stephen Colbert’s Robert Mueller’s 12 Days of Christmas,” which made the same joke back when people were hoping Mueller would wrap up his investigation by Christmas of 2017.

As a programming decision in a business funded by advertising, it’s hard to argue with Michaels’ choice: Twitter is full of people praising the “All I Want For Christmas” sketch and lamenting its unexplained absence from Saturday Night Live’s YouTube channel. As a matter of quality, however, he chose … poorly. But there’s no reason you have to make the same mistake he did. Here’s yet another example of brilliant work from Kyle Mooney and Beck Bennett getting pushed off the air in favor of toothless political jokes:

Now that is the sketch of a carpenter! It is easy to forget how deeply strange and deeply stupid television used to be whenever it tackled social issues, but it was deeply strange and deeply, deeply stupid. Here’s a taste of the original source material, subtitled in Portuguese. As you’ll see, Bennett and Mooney didn’t have to change much of anything:

My God. My God! If you’ve got $1.99 to spare, check out the full episode, which is even worse than the excerpt. It’s easy (and fun!) to look back at mental hygiene films from the 1940s and 1950s and laugh that anyone thought movies like “Beginning Responsibility: Lunchroom Manners” were a good way to transmit social norms to children. But the 1990s were at least as bad, and odds are pretty good that the vast majority of movies and TV shows made for children today are gonna look unfathomably misguided in 25 years or so. When that day comes, some TV producer somewhere is going to have to make the same decision Michaels botched this weekend. On behalf of the kids whose minds we are rotting right this second with a whole new generation of half-assed children’s entertainment, I’d like to urge that producer to air the carefully-observed sitcom parody and push “Does Generalissimo Eric Trump Know It’s Christmas” or whatever to YouTube or its 2043 equivalent.

          Timbaland, Fat Joe, Meek Mill, Ty Dolla $ign & More Celebrate JAY-Z’s B-Day      Cache   Translate Page      
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The hip-hop community continues to salute Young Hov on his born day. Various rap stars have stepped forward to acknowledge JAY-Z enjoying another birthday. View this post on Instagram Happy bday King Hov May God continue to bless you A post shared by FAT JOE (@fatjoe) on Dec 4, 2018 at 9:38am PST … View […]

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          Fim dos lixões: prazo para 50 prefeitos assinarem acordo com o MPPB termina nesta quinta-feira      Cache   Translate Page      
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Termina nesta quinta-feira (6/12) o prazo para que os 50 prefeitos dos municípios da 2a microrregião da Paraíba, polarizada pelo município de Guarabira, se comprometam a adotar as medidas técnicas mais viáveis para acabar com os lixões existentes em suas cidades e a recuperar as áreas degradadas. Eles devem assinar os termos de não-persecução penal e de ajustamento de conduta (TAC) propostos pelo Ministério Público da Paraíba (MPPB).

Os gestores serão recebidos pelo procurador-geral de Justiça, Francisco Seráphico Ferraz da Nóbrega Filho, a partir das 15h da quinta-feira, na sede do MPPB, no Centro de João Pessoa. O prazo foi dado na audiência promovida pelo MPPB com os gestores no auditório da Universidade Estadual da Paraíba (UEPB), em Guarabira, no último dia 13 de novembro. A audiência foi presidida por Francisco Seráphico e contou com a presença de membros do MPPB e de representantes do Ministério Público Federal (MPF), Ibama e Federação das Associações dos Municípios da Paraíba (Famup).

Na ocasião, os gestores receberam as minutas do acordo de não-persecução penal e do TAC. No primeiro, os gestores assumem o compromisso de não destinar mais os resíduos sólidos para os lixões, que devem ser desativados no prazo de um ano. O TAC, por sua vez, estabelece medidas que devem ser adotadas pelos gestores, no prazo de cinco anos, para recuperar a área que foi degradada pelo despejo do lixo.

Segundo o procurador-geral de Justiça, o objetivo do Ministério Público é resolver o problema dos lixões no Estado, de forma extrajudicial, sem que seja necessário processar criminalmente os prefeitos pelo descumprimento da lei e pela prática reiterada de crime ambiental. Os prefeitos da 2ª microrregião do Estado formam o segundo grupo de gestores convocados pelo MPPB para resolverem o problema ambiental. Os primeiros foram os 19 prefeitos da região do Litoral. Todos firmaram compromissos para a erradicação dos lixões e recuperação das áreas degradadas.

Os municípios

Estão sendo chamados para assinar os termos os seguintes municípios: Mari, Alagoinha, Mulungu, Cuitegi, Guarabira, Pilõezinhos, Araçagi, Duas Estradas, Pirpirituba, Serra da Raiz, Sertãozinho, Pilões, Arara, Borborema, Casserengue, Serraria, Algodão de Jandaíra, Remígio, Cuité, Nova Floresta, Baraúna, Frei Martinho, Nova Palmeira, Pedra Lavrada, Picuí, Solânea, Araruna, Cacimba de Dentro, Riachão, Tacima, Bananeiras, Belém, Dona Inês, Caiçara, Logradouro, Pilar, São José dos Ramos, São Miguel de Taipu, Barra de Santa Rosa, Sossego, Damião, Riachão do Poço, Sapé, Sobrado, Caldas Brandão, Gurinhém, Itabaiana, Juripiranga, Mogeiro, Salgado de São Félix.

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          Drake Lives Out “Sicko Mode” Lyrics In New Cartoon Comic      Cache   Translate Page      
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OVO Sound boss Drake is still in “Sicko Mode.” The 6 God has found an awesome cartoon illustration of himself living out one of his memorable lyrics. Drake hopped on Instagram Tuesday (December 4) with the spot-on comic shot of himself aboard a flight and knocked out. View this post on Instagram 13 hours till […]

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          Use MongoDB in ASP.NET Core (Part - 2, CRUD operations)      Cache   Translate Page      
In Part 1 of this article we discussed how to perform CRUD operations using MongoDB console client. In this part we will learn to perform CRUD operations using ASP.NET Core and MongoDB driver for .NET Core.
           Einstein's famous 'God letter' sells for $3million at auction in New York City       Cache   Translate Page      
The famous 'God letter' written by Albert Einstein in response to Erik Gutkind's 1952 book 'Choose Life: the Biblical Call to Revolt,' sold for nearly $3 million on Tuesday in New York City.
          Modric, un Pallone d’oro “terrestre”      Cache   Translate Page      

Luka Modric ce l'ha fatta. Il fine centrocampista croato è riuscito nell'impresa preclusa ai suoi predecessori Pirlo, Xavi e Iniesta, ovvero i migliori costruttori di gioco degli ultimi quindici anni: interrompere il dominio continentale dei due "marziani" Messi e Ronaldo. Dopo dieci anni, il Pallone d'oro, il più ambito riconoscimento individuale del mondo calcistico, torna a premiare il miglior giocatore della stagione e non più solo uno dei due migliori giocatori in assoluto.

Con il criterio del migliore di tutti, ad esempio, nel 2010 fu "defraudato" del titolo Andrès Iniesta, autore di una stagione straordinaria e decisivo per la vittoria della Spagna al Mondiale Sudafricano. A vantaggio di Lionel Messi, già prodigioso, ma quell'anno tutt'altro che esaltante, sia con il Barcellona sia con la Selección argentina.

Con 753 punti, 277 più del secondo classificato (il solito CR7), il numero 10, non si sa ancora per quanto, del Real Madrid ottiene a 33 anni quel trofeo di cui il coetaneo Cristiano Ronaldo e il più giovane Messi si sono fregiati già cinque volte ciascuno. Per l'ex trequartista impostato in regia da Carletto Ancelotti - il bis dell'operazione riuscitagli con Pirlo - si tratta del quarto riconoscimento annuale, dopo il The Best Fifa, il premio calciatore dell'anno Uefa e quello di miglior giocatore del 2018 assegnato dalla Federazione Internazionale di Storia e Statistica del Calcio (IFFHS).

Il coronamento di una stagione superlativa che lo ha visto condurre i Blancos alla terza Champions consecutiva e la Croazia al secondo posto al Mondiale in Russia - un gradino sopra il piazzamento della generazione di Boban e Suker vent'anni prima -, dove è stato eletto miglior calciatore della manifestazione.

Un leader a tutto campo, ammirabile per la tecnica ed encomiabile per lo spirito di sacrificio. Quest'anno, insieme al danese Christian Eriksen, può dirsi forse l'ultimo "numero 10 classico" di livello planetario rimasto in circolazione, dopo decenni di 4-4-2 e moduli che sacrificano l'inventiva alla tattica, il talento alla possanza, l'uomo allo schema.

I numeri 10 come Messi e Neymar, pur immensi per tecnica e rapidità realizzativa, sono un prodotto di questa evoluzione: seconde punte più che trequartisti, finalizzatori più che dicitori dell'ultimo passaggio. Prima di loro, in Italia, abbiamo avuto Robi Baggio, Zola, Del Piero e imitatori vari.

Il numero 10 è tale non tanto perché salta gli avversari come birilli, ma perché vede autostrade dove altri vedono un sentiero, come direbbe il compianto Boskov. L'alessandrino Rivera, pur con i suoi limiti dinamici, è stato ed è tuttora un modello di riferimento per chiunque volesse e voglia avventurarsi tra le linee di centrocampo e attacco. Ne sono stati epigoni, con più corsa e muscoli, Roberto Mancini e, ovviamente, Francesco Totti.

Un adattamento del ruolo imposto dalla rivoluzione del calcio totale "all'olandese" di Cruijff e compagni. Proprio a Johan Cruijff - numero 10 di fatto, e anche di maglia nella sua ultima, splendida, stagione con il Feyenoord - viene più volte e da più parti accostato Modric, tanto da meritarsi ben presto il soprannome di "Cruijff dei Balcani".

Non alto, 1 metro e 72, e leggero coi suoi 66 kg, Luka Modric ha il volto affilato e lo sguardo spiritato di Cruijff quando gioca, come se vivesse in uno stato di perenne "trance" agonistica. Certi suoi recuperi di palloni sul portatore avversario, come quelli del maestro ajacide, si spiegano anche così: una concentrazione ossessiva che non contempla distrazioni.

Come Johan, non ha avuto un'infanzia facile. Se l'olandese, orfano di padre a dodici anni, imparò a giocare fra i marciapiedi di cemento di un quartiere popolare di un'Amsterdam devastata dalla guerra, il croato a sei anni è diventato un rifugiato, dopo aver praticamente visto uccidere davanti ai suoi occhi il nonno Luka Senior e incendiare la casa dai ribelli serbi durante il conflitto per l'indipendenza della Croazia. Anche nel calcio nessuno gli ha regalato nulla: a diciotto anni è stato votato miglior giocatore del campionato di Bosnia-Erzegovina, un torneo talmente duro da fargli dire in seguito: "Se qualcuno è in grado di giocare nel campionato bosniaco può giocare ovunque".

Oggi, dopo aver dimostrato di poter giocare ovunque, si gode il meritato premio. Benvenuto tra i grandi, piccolo Luka.

          Le tossine del centralismo: contro l'autonomia dei Comuni      Cache   Translate Page      

Il sistema dei Comuni è uscito debilitato da otto anni di ruvide cure contabili e fiscali, che sicuramente hanno contribuito a sanare i conti dello Stato, ma che hanno stravolto il tessuto delle autonomie locali. Sfiancato dall'insaziabile esigenza dello Stato centrale di rastrellare risorse per la finanza pubblica, dimagrito in risorse umane e finanziarie, oggi il sistema dei Comuni italiani rischia di non riuscire a godere appieno delle nuove risorse che sembrano essere disponibili. Come un corpo carico di tossine, reagisce a fatica all'iniezione di linfa finanziaria preparata con la nuova Legge di Stabilità 2019, che sblocca gli avanzi di gestione, in aggiunta all'abolizione dei vincoli del Patto di stabilità decisa alla fine della scorsa legislatura.

Dovrebbero ripartire gli investimenti. Ma non ripartono. Vengono meno i vincoli, si torna a poter contare su nuove risorse finanziarie, eppure il ciclo virtuoso della spesa per investimenti non si mette in moto. Ma non dobbiamo dare colpe ai Comuni, che in questi ultimi otto anni sono riusciti a ridurre di 10 miliardi l'indebitamento complessivo del sistema. Peccato che nello stesso tempo il personale sia diminuito del 15%. Nelle Amministrazioni di grandi dimensioni il dimagrimento degli organici può rivelarsi sopportabile, nei Comuni di piccole dimensioni perdere il 15% dei dipendenti può voler dire rinunciare ad alcune funzioni amministrative. E questo si traduce spesso in un blocco delle attività.

Il processo di normalizzazione degli enti locali – dopo gli anni della devastante riorganizzazione, tutta spesa per migliorare i saldi di bilancio statali - ha bisogno di un profondo lavoro di ricostruzione, che deve fondarsi sui due pilastri costituzionali che definiscono il ruolo dei Comuni e che sono stati dimenticati, persi per strada: i principi di autonomia e perequazione.

Il sonno dell'autonomia e della perequazione genera mostri per l'amministrazione e incubi per le comunità e i territori che devono essere amministrati. Perché si bloccano i servizi e le prestazioni per i quali ha senso il ruolo e la prerogativa del Comune. Dopo aver mitizzato, negli anni Novanta, l'obiettivo dell'efficienza, introducendo lo storytelling del Comune capace di produrre e di gestirsi come un'azienda privata, negli ultimi dieci anni tutto è stato sacrificato al taglio delle risorse. Ci si è dimenticati che un Comune inefficiente, o semplice esecutore dello Stato centrale, perde ogni ragion d'essere. Un ente che nasce per intermediare le esigenze delle comunità territoriali con l'Amministrazione centrale dello Stato, se privato delle sue prerogative di autonomia – unica misura di responsabilità dell'efficienza trasmessa ai cittadini – diventa inutile. O peggio.

In un simile quadro, le differenze - sociali, economiche e di organizzazione istituzionale - tra le aree territoriali che compongono l'Italia hanno ulteriormente complicato il quadro. I Comuni che già prima della recente crisi presentavano profili di fragilità hanno subito contraccolpi devastanti. Quelli più solidi, pur doloranti, hanno tenuto. I comuni non sono tutti uguali. Ci sono quelli piccoli e ci sono quelli più grandi. Ci sono quelli del Nord produttivo e quelli del Sud più vulnerabile. Proprio partendo da queste premesse e allo scopo di garantire equilibrio al sistema è stato individuato il principio della perequazione che mira al mantenimento dei livelli essenziali delle prestazioni pubbliche in tutti i comuni d'Italia. Peccato che le risorse necessarie per alimentare la perequazione tra i Comuni sono garantite, in senso "orizzontale", esclusivamente dallo stesso sistema dei Comuni.

Lo Stato è fuggito e ripudiando l'art. 5 della nostra Costituzione ha smesso di stanziare denaro per ridurre gli squilibri tra i territori della Repubblica. In soldoni: ogni anno un centinaio di milioni di IMU vengono trasferiti dal bilancio di alcune amministrazioni comunali in favore di altre amministrazioni comunali con grave vilipendio del principio "vedo, pago, voto" che ispira i principi più profondi della democrazia rappresentativa. Senza il concorso di risorse statali non è più perequazione. Al più, è un prelievo forzoso.

La misura è colma. Il sistema dei Comuni italiani ha bisogno di uno sguardo rinnovato e globale. Ha bisogno di una riforma fiscale capace di ribadire la centralità costituzionale delle autonomie locali, attraverso l'adozione di strumenti finanziari che ripropongano i due pilastri dell'autonomia e della perequazione. Senza un riordino razionale della tassazione locale rischia di perdere significato anche lo sblocco degli avanzi di bilancio che, nella manovra di bilancio attualmente al vaglio del Parlamento, il Governo ha voluto virtuosamente riconoscere.

Ben vengano nuovi spazi finanziari a disposizione dei Comuni. Sacrosanto aver restituito la disponibilità di avanzi di amministrazioni lungamente sottratti ai legittimi titolari ma solo se si saprà rifondare il ruolo dei Comuni, nel solco del principio di sussidiarietà che garantisce l'integrità nazionale e con l'adozione di norme che rendano possibile l'organizzazione e la spesa delle articolazioni periferiche del sistema pubblico. Solo così si potranno superare le tentazioni stataliste e centraliste che hanno provato a trasferire nei Comuni il bersaglio di quella insofferenza politica e anti-istituzionale che ha caratterizzato gli anni recenti della storia nazionale e non solo.

          "Vi guarisco dalle malattie". A Torino c'è un guru di una sconosciuta corrente, con la passione per le armi      Cache   Translate Page      

L'occulto italiano si muove fra potere, politica e business. L'inchiesta "Nella Setta", pubblicata da Fandango Libri e firmata da Flavia Piccinni e Carmine Gazzanni, indaga in un mondo che coinvolge quattro milioni di italiani e gode della mancanza del reato di manipolazione mentale. Per raccontarlo, Piccinni e Gazzanni hanno viaggiato lungo il paese. Si sono infiltrati in alcune comunità, hanno incontrato adepti ed ex membri, parlato con esperti ed esplorato i gangli politici ed economici che rendono queste organizzazioni così potenti e aggressive. Ne emerge un quadro sconvolgente e inaspettato, che attraverso documenti inediti e ricerche investigative puntuali mostra tutti gli abusi a cui gli adepti sono sottoposti.

Riportiamo un estratto tratto dal libro.

Iniziamo il nostro viaggio nell'occulto della provincia italiana partendo da Torino, da sempre cuore pulsante di esoterismo e magia. "Torino – ci spiega la presidentessa del Gris, la dottoressa Marcella Pioli – da sempre è una città misteriosa, dove si addensano maghi e astrologi, ma anche culti poco noti". Fra questi ce ne è uno che ha le radici nella comunità-stato di Damanhur, fra Torino ed Ivrea. "Il guru di questa nuova e sconosciuta corrente – ci racconta una fonte che vuole restare anonima – è un ex membro della comunità di Falco. Allontanatosi, secondo alcuni non esattamente di sua spontanea volontà, ha messo in pratica quanto imparato negli anni a Vidracco. E così ha ricreato, in piccolo, la sua comune." Ma partiamo dall'inizio. A raccontarci questa storia completamente inedita e fino a oggi segreta sono quattro persone diverse che hanno perso moltissimo, se non tutto, seguendo il miraggio dell'illuminazione spirituale e del benessere. La prima che incontriamo è una donna coraggiosa, ma spaventata. Si chiama Cecilia, parla a fatica: "Non mi fido di queste persone. Potrebbero fare qualsiasi cosa". Il riferimento è all'entourage, ma soprattutto al guru Bruno Malatesta, classe 1967. Un uomo pingue, senza capelli, lo sguardo deciso, una montatura di occhiali da vista, le sopracciglia folte. Si professa artista, insegnante di yoga per adulti, "ma anche insegnante di yoga per bambini, di arti marziali, di difesa personale, di riequilibrio bioenergetico di cristalli. Dice di utilizzare terapie sciamaniche, sacrali e vibrazionali al fine di aiutare le persone nel loro percorso spirituale o di guarigione fisica da malattie di vario tipo e gravità. In alcuni casi propone di comprare a grosse cifre, dai 2000 ai 150.000 euro, quadri dipinti da lui stesso in quanto dotati di un'energia di guarigione". Riesce a esporre, come ci spiegano degli ex adepti, "grazie a una serie di conoscenze" in giro per l'Italia e perfino a New York, presso la Agora Gallery. Il guru – che compare su Facebook sorridente in una tunica arancione, e nella foto di copertina imbraccia un arco con il quale mira all'orizzonte e al lago di fronte a sé – è molto attivo nella vita e online: fanno capo a lui una serie di siti Internet che rimandano ad altrettante moltiplicazioni di intenti aziendali, incentrati sullo yoga e su una misteriosa disciplina da lui stesso creata. Tutte le attività convergono sulla MB Arte Cultura Sport Servizi s.r.l. che ha sede in via Castelletto ad Almese di cui Malatesta, qui domiciliato, è l'unico rappresentante. L'azienda, costituita nel 2011, prevede secondo lo statuto la possibilità di gestire svariate attività (dalla pubblicità al commercio elettronico), e vanta due dipendenti. O, meglio, vantava. La ditta è infatti stata messa in liquidazione dallo stesso Malatesta nel giugno 2018. Resta invece ancora attiva Terre di Prema Società Agricola S.a.r.l., costituita tre anni fa con la specifica missione di "svolgere attività di apicoltura, frutticoltura ed orticoltura", ma anche di "ricezione e ospitalità". Malatesta è instancabile: attività commerciali, un'associazione e una fondazione a scopo benefico, ma anche e soprattutto corsi di yoga – che si tengono due volte a settimana presso l'Orto Giardino Giancarlo Gibello di Givoletto – e altre iniziative che ruotano intorno alla "Durjaya Vidya, arte marziale da combattimento insegnata direttamente da Shiva a Skanda". In persona erudisce i suoi discepoli in una serie di lezioni specifiche sulle "armi da combattimento come il bastone, il dab, la lancia, il kukri, il chakra e le altre armi della tradizione". Questa passione di Malatesta, secondo le nostre fonti regolarmente dotato di porto d'armi, è nota agli adepti che vivono con lui ad Almese: "Ci disse – racconta Cecilia – che tutti noi avremmo dovuto fare il corso per il porto d'armi a causa dei tempi che stavano arrivando. Era necessario non solo per difendere noi e i più deboli, ma anche per proteggere l'orto perché presto saremmo rimasti senza cibo e questo sarebbe stato attaccato. Il guru ha due spade molto grandi, che usa anche per la pubblicità. Un giorno mi fece vedere anche la sua mitraglietta, che custodisce gelosamente".

Nella setta

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Dopo tanto tempo passato a credersi immune dalla minaccia dell'estrema destra, l'Andalusia - la comunità socialista per eccellenza - ha ricevuto uno schiaffo in piena faccia. Non siamo invulnerabili: siamo già stati contagiati. Con un'aggravante: il virus si è diffuso con una rapidità insolita.

Non potremo più guardare dall'alto in basso Francia, Polonia, Ungheria, Stati Uniti, Germania o Regno Unito. La Spagna fa già parte dei Paesi europei in cui la destra più estrema, con le sue argomentazioni xenofobe, classiste e populiste, ha la capacità di influenzare le sorti governative. Si è cominciato in Andalusia, ma qualcuno teme che l'ondata possa estendersi a macchia d'olio in occasione delle elezioni Municipali e Regionali del prossimo maggio. Fino a raggiungere il Congresso dei Deputati.

I risultati elettorali in Andalusia si sono rivelati il peggiore degli incubi per Susana Diaz, la principale sconfitta di queste elezioni. La vittoria non conta affatto se non si può governare. Il suo caso è quello di un politico che ha sfiorato la gloria - Presidente della Junta de Andalucía e candidata sicura della sua vittoria alla segreteria generale del PSOE - che, appena un anno e mezzo dopo, ha visto le sue sorti finire in tragedia.

I 33 seggi conquistati dal PSOE non potevano essere previsti nemmeno dai più pessimisti: tutto ciò che si sarebbe attestato sotto i 40 seggi era visto come una catastrofe assoluta. Il risultato si è rivelato un'ecatombe e Susana Diaz, dunque, avrebbe dovuto presentare le sue dimissioni. Soprattutto perché, in una situazione simile, fu ciò che lei chiese di fare a Pedro Sánchez.

Il PP salva la faccia e ha le carte in regola affinché il suo candidato, Juanma Moreno, possa diventare presidente della Junta de Andalucía, a patto di ricevere sostegno da Ciudadanos e da Vox. Il potere in questo caso viene prima dei rischi rappresentati dall'appoggiarsi ad una stampella di estrema destra. Aver perso oltre 300mila voti ha confermato il fatto che il tanto decantato "effetto Casado" non esiste, nonostante il Segretario Generale del PP si sia così tanto impegnato nella campagna elettorale al punto da sembrare egli stesso il candidato.

L'atmosfera è da sorrisi forzati: rimangono secondi, sì, ma la minaccia costituita dalla notevole ascesa di Ciudadanos e, soprattutto, di Vox, non fa sperare nulla di buono per la compagine di Pablo Casado. La peggiore soluzione per evitare futuri fallimenti elettorali sarebbe arroccarsi alla destra. Non c'è dubbio che, nonostante tutto, il leader del PP persevererà in questa idea suicida.

Il sorriso di Ciudadanos è autentico. Di quelli che non si nascondono. Nonostante sia lontano dallo sperato sorpasso del PP, rimane la compagine che godrà della forza elettorale in grado di imporre le sue idee al nuovo esecutivo. La formazione guidata da Rivera viene dalla grande (anche se inutile) vittoria in Catalogna e recupera l'ossigeno perduto, dopo la mozione di sfiducia che ha portato alla presidenza Pedro Sánchez e che ha lasciato Rivera fuori dai giochi.

Ciudadanos, inoltre, esce incolume dal sostegno dato negli ultimi quattro anni a Susana Diaz, anche se nei prossimi mesi la caramella avvelenata potrebbe andare di traverso: accordarsi con Vox segnerà il loro destino in occasione delle prossime elezioni generali. Se qualcuno ancora dubitava della preferenza di Ciudadanos per la destra, la situazione creatasi in Andalusia chiarirà ogni dubbio.

In Andalusia, la sinistra è stata colpita e affondata. E neanche la buona campagna di Teresa Rodríguez ha impedito la debacle. La cosa peggiore per Adelante Andalucía è che la perdita di quasi 400mila voti e tre seggi li ha posti in una condizione di marginalità

Esattamente opposta la situazione di Vox: nonostante sia il partito che ha conquistato meno seggi, è indubbiamente il protagonista di questa tornata elettorale. La sua vittoria intensifica gli allarmi che si erano diffusi nei mesi scorsi col successo del comizio nel palazzetto dello sport di Vistalegre, a Madrid. In realtà, l'estrema destra ha votato per 36 anni in Andalusia, ma lo ha fatto scegliendo il PP. Ciò che sta accadendo ora è che l'estrema destra è diventata indipendente e che le sue argomentazioni xenofobe, populiste e reazionarie possono camminare da sole, orgogliose e a testa alta. Com'è accaduto con Trump, Bolsonaro o Le Pen.

Siamo contagiati. Nelle mani della sinistra e della destra più moderate sta la responsabilità di far in modo che questo sia solo un brutto sogno.

Questo articolo è apparso originariamente su HuffPost España ed è stato tradotto dallo spagnolo da Adalgisa Marrocco.

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Это цитата сообщения Matrioshka Оригинальное сообщениеАвстрия, Вена - прошлое и настоящее. Часть 17.

Герб Австро-Венгерской Империи - Copy (168x100, 44Kb)


1. Площадь Архангела Михаила — Michaelerplatz
2. Крыло Архангела Михаила — Michaelertrakt
3. Двор «Ин дер Бург» — In der Burg
4. Старый дворец — Alte Burg
5. Крыло Леопольда — Leopoldinischertrakt
6. Крыло Амалии — Amalientrakt
7. Крыло Императорской канцелярии — Reichskanzleitrakt
8. Императорские апартаменты — Kaiserappartements
9. Швейцарские ворота — Schweizertor
10. Императорская капелла — Burgkapelle
11. Сокровищница — Schatzkammer
12. Императорская конюшня — Stallburg
13. Зимний манеж — Winterreitschule
14. Площадь св. Иосифа — Josefsplatz
15. Национальная библиотека — Nationalbibliothek
16. Церковь августинцев — Augustinerkirche
17. Альбертина — Albertina
18. Площадь героев — Heldenplatz
19. Новый Хофбург — Neue Hofburg
20. Коллекция оружия — Waffensammlung
21. Портал героев — Heldentor
22. Фольксгартен — Volksgarten
23. Бурггартен — Burggarten
24. Дом бабочек — Schmetterlinghaus
25. Церковь Архангела Михаила‭ — Michaelerkirche
26. Колокольня церкви Архангела Михаила- Stallburggasse
27. Школа Испанской Верховой Езды (Spanische Reitschule)
28. Баллхаусплатц — Ballhausplatz
20. Кайзергруфт — Kaisergruft
30. Площадь Нового Рынка — Neuer Markt

Теперь перейдём к светской части Сокровищницы венского Хофбурга.

Коллекция содержит бесценные вещи, как с точки зрения художественной, так и с исторической, главные из которых — регалии Священной Римской империи и Австро-Венгерской империи, сохранившиеся, начиная с эпохи Средневековья. Здесь хранятся знаки Ордена Золотого Руна; реликвии герцогов Бургундских, перешедшие потом к Габсбургам в результате бракосочетания Максимилиана Австрийского и Марии Бургундской; колыбель короля Рима, сына Наполеона; купель с кувшином, ценнейшие работы итальянских мастеров 1571 г. из цельного золота, использовавшиеся при крещении императорских детей.

Колыбель короля Рима, изготовленная для сына Наполеона, Наполеона-Франца-Чарльза в 1811 году

Das Thron-Wiegenbett des Königs von Rom 1811 datiert. Künstler: Pierre-Paul Prud´hon

Napoleon Bonaparte (1769-1821), as King of Italy, 1805

Dreifuß mit Becken 1811 datiert. Künstler: Luigi Manfredini

François Gérard. Peinture représentant l'impératrice Marie-Louise 1812

Jean Baptiste Isabey. Kaiser Napoleon 1810

Jean Baptiste Isabey. Kaiserin Marie Louise 1810

Die Schmuckkassette der Kaiserin Marie Louise 1810. Künstler: Martin Guilleaume Biennais

Крестильный кувшин и крестильный чаша, 1571 год

Taufkanne und Taufschüssel der Taufgarnitur 1571. Künstler: Spanisch

Taufschüssel der Taufgarnitur 1571. Künstler: Spanisch

Taufkännchen 1601-1605. Zugeschrieben an: Jan Vermeyen

Die von Maria Theresia gestiftete Taufgarnitur 1757 datiert

Die von Kaiserin Maria Ludovica gestiftete Taufgarnitur 1790

Taufdecke 1762

Taufmäntelchen Ende 18. Jahrhundert

Kruzifix im Schrank (Inv.Nr. WS XIV A 24) mit den Sargschlüsseln um 1695. Künstler: Gabriel Grupello

Коллекция церемониальных ключей

Kämmererschlüssel Kaiser Franz Josephs I. mit Quaste 2. Hälfte 19. Jahrhundert. Künstler: Fa. Mayerhofer &Klinkosch

Truchsessen-Ehrenzeichen Kaiser Ferdinands I. mit Quaste Kaiser Franz Josephs I. um 1848

Truchsessen-Ehrenzeichen Kaiser Franz Josephs I. 1917-1918

Truchsessen-Ehrenzeichen Kaiser Franz Josephs I. mit Quaste Mitte 19. Jahrhundert

Unterstabelmeister-Ehrenzeichen Kaiser Franz Josephs I. mit Quaste 4. Viertel 19. Jahrhundert

Kämmererschlüssel des Erzherzogs und späteren Kaisers Franz II. 4. Viertel 18. Jahrhundert

Kämmererschlüssel des Großherzogs Ferdinand III. von Toskana Anfang 19. Jahrhundert

Kämmererschlüssel Kaiser Franz II. (I.) 1792-1806

Kämmererschlüssel Kaiser Franz Josephs I. 2. Hälfte 19. Jahrhundert. Künstler: Fa. Mayerhofer & Klinkosch

Kämmererschlüssel Kaiser Karls I. 1916-18

Kämmererschlüssel Kaiser Karls VI.1711-14 Bezug-Person: Kaiser Karl VI. Sohn des Leopold I. von Habsburg Österreich

Kämmererschlüssel Kaiser Karls VI.1711-14 Bezug-Person: Kaiser Karl VI. Sohn des Leopold I. von Habsburg Österreich

Kämmererschlüssel Kaiser Leopolds II.1790-92

Truchsessen-Ehrenzeichen Kaiser Franz Josephs I. Mitte 19. Jahrhundert

Unterstabelmeister-Ehrenzeichen Kaiser Franz Josephs I. ohne Quaste 3. Viertel 19. Jahrhundert

Unterstabelmeister-Ehrenzeichen Kaiser Franz Josephs I. ohne Quaste. Anfang 20. Jahrhundert

Blumenbukett spätes 17. Jahrhundert, unter Verwendung älterer Teile (2)Blumenbukett spätes 17. Jahrhundert, unter Verwendung älterer Teile

Blumenbukett spätes 17. Jahrhundert, unter Verwendung älterer Teile

Корона Иштвана Бочкаи, вождя антигабсбургского восстания 1604-1606 годов в Верхней Венгрии, князя Трансильвании в 1605-1606 годах.

Die Krone Stefan Bocskais 1605

Das Futteral zur Krone Stefan Bocskais um 1605, um 1600 (Stoff)

Корона изготовлена в Персии в 1600 году.

Корона Иштвана Бочкаи

Goldene Rose 1818-19. Künstler: Giuseppe Spagna

Smaragdgefäß 1641. Künstler: Dionysio Miseroni

Der ungarische Opalschmuck 1881 datiert. Künstler: Gebrüder Egger

Preußischer Marschallstab 1895 datiert. Künstler: Sy & Wagner, (Hofgoldschmiede)

Großkreuz des Militär-Maria-Theresien-Ordens 1765 datiert. Künstler: J. A. Schöll, (Goldschmied)

Stern des ungarischen St. Stephans-Ordens 1. Hälfte 19. Jahrhundert. Künstler: Joseph und Anton Biedermann, (Hofjuweliere)

Kleinod des Ordens vom Goldenen Vlies um 1870-1890

Kreuz des Militär-Maria-Theresien-Ordens 1757 datiert. Künstler: Johann Michael Grosser, (Hofjuwelier)

Kreuz des ungarischen St. Stephans-Ordens 1. Hälfte 19. Jahrhundert. Künstler: Joseph und Anton Biedermann, (Hofjuweliere)

Goldenes Zivilehrenkreuz 1814

Militärverdienstkreuz in Brillanten2. Hälfte 19. Jahrhundert

Huldigungs: und Erinnerungszeichen 1908 datiert. Künstler: Rudolf Marschall

Schmuckgarnitur aus dem Besitz der Erzherzogin Sophie 1809-19

Vier Schmuckstücke aus dem Besitz der Kaiserin Elisabeth von Österreich 2. Hälfte 19. Jahrhundert. Besitzer: Kaiserin Elisabeth Tochter des Maximilian von Wittelsbach Bayern

Armreifen aus dem Besitz der Kaiserin Charlotte von Mexiko (1840-1927) 3. Viertel 19. Jahrhundert

Гиацинт Белла (Hyazinth La Bella 1687) (Hyazinth "La Bella" frühes 15. Jahrhundert (Fassung des Steines); 1687)

Haaramethyst 3. Drittel 17. Jahrhundert

Ungarischer Opal um 1600

Evangelist Matthäus; Rest einer substitutorischen Reichskrone Kaiser Ferdinands III. vermutlich 1653

Evangelist Johannes; Rest einer substitutorischen Reichskrone Kaiser Ferdinands III. vermutlich 1653

Evangelist Lukas; Rest einer substitutorischen Reichskrone Kaiser Ferdinands III. vermutlich 1653

Evangelist Markus; Rest einer substitutorischen Reichskrone Kaiser Ferdinands III. vermutlich 1653

Zwei Collanen des Ordens vom Goldenen Vlies; Reste der substitutorischen Reichskrone Kaiser Ferdinands III. 1873 Künstler: Alexander Emanuel Köchert

Eierbecher aus dem Besitz König Ludwigs XVI. von Frankreich (1754-1793) 4. Viertel 18. Jahrhundert.Besitzer- Roi Louis XVI de Louis le Dauphin de Bourbon

Stammbaum mit den Königen und Kaisern des Hauses Habsburg um 1725/30. Künstler: Christoph Dorsch

Diamantsäbel 2. Hälfte 17. Jahrhundert (Säbel); um 1712 (Diamantbesatz)

Алмазная сабля
Турция, вторая половина XVII века
Дамасская сталь, золото, серебро, позолота, алмазы, цирконий, дерево, кожа
Алмазный декор выполнен в Вене около 1712 года
Длина 91.5 см; ножны длиной 82.5 см

Надпись в медальоне на набалдашнике: «Во имя Господа Милосердного»; на обороте: «Божья помощь, скорая победа и добрые вести верующим». Позолоченный серебряный декор турецкого происхождения. Сабля была инкрустирована, в том числе старинными алмазами, по случаю коронации Карла VI Королем Венгрии в 1712 году. Она также фигурировала при коронации Марии Терезии в Венгрии.

Бургундский бокал из горного хрусталя, украшенный золотом, эмалью, жемчугом, бриллиантами и рубинами. 1453-1467 год

Серия сообщений "Австрия, Вена":

Часть 1 - Неприкаянная императрица.
Часть 2 - Немецкий художник Detlev Nitschke.
Часть 20 - Австрия, Вена - прошлое и настоящее. Часть 15.
Часть 21 - Австрия, Вена - прошлое и настоящее. Часть 16.
Часть 22 - Австрия, Вена - прошлое и настоящее. Часть 17.

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Flipping through the TV channels the other day—an annoying habit those of us of a certain age have—I came across the 1959 movie The Nun’s Story. I had of course heard of the movie. It famously features a luminous Audrey Hepburn in the Most Beautiful Movie Nun category, a prize long held by Ingrid Bergman. The film was an enormous success, raking in millions as well as eight Academy Award nominations, including one for Hepburn. No winners, however.

The film was directed by Fred Zinnemann, who won Best Director Oscars for High Noon, From Here to Eternity, and A Man for All Seasons, every conservative Catholic lawyer’s favorite film. Zinnemann, a Jewish immigrant from Austria whose parents were murdered in the Holocaust, seems to have had a feel for Catholic stories. Carl Theodor Dreyer’s The Passion of Joan of Arc was reputedly his favorite movie, and he shared with Dreyer a fondness for close-ups. I found The Nun’s Story fascinating in parts, if interminable. It traces the spiritual struggles of Gabrielle van der Mal, the brilliant and pious daughter of a Belgian surgeon, from the late 1920s to World War II. On one level, it almost plays like a recruitment film for the consecrated life. It is a very serious, if sometimes monotonous, examination of traditionalist Catholic spirituality. We follow “Gaby” from postulant, to novice, to final vows, then on to missionary work as a nurse in the Belgian Congo, and finally back to Belgium as war descends. The movie runs a penitential two and a half hours, which feels almost as long as it takes Hepburn’s character, no longer “Gaby” but now Sr. Luke, to come to the realization that she was not destined to be a nun after all.

Van der Mal joins a nursing, teaching, and missionary order based on the Sisters of Charity of Jesus and Mary, which was founded in the early nineteenth century in Ghent. The order is enclosed, and follows a strict rule. The film goes to great, almost documentary lengths in showing life under the rule in the convent (Zinnemann got his start in documentaries). There is a martial tone and a stark beauty to these scenes, amplified by the seemingly corpse-like obedience of the nuns, the dramatic rituals of their common prayer and life, and their elaborate rites of initiation. Nuns prostrate themselves before the order’s superior general, played with an unflappable and imperious authority by the great Edith Evans, whose voice has a certain monarchical timbre. Each nun conducts an examination of conscience twice daily, recording her faults in a notebook. Sins and failings are confessed before the superior general and the entire congregation. Nuns are required to call out the faults of other sisters—“in charity,” of course—in front of the entire congregation. (Luke Timothy Johnson has written about why this practice has wisely been discontinued in today’s monasteries—“How a Monk Learns Mercy,” October 5, 2018.) The superior general determines the appropriate penance. On one occasion, Van der Mal is instructed to kiss the feet of all the nuns in the refectory and beg them for bread. Penance is meted out if a drink of water is taken without permission between meals, if milk is spilt, if a nun talks to anyone without permission during “the great silence.” A series of hand gestures, rather than speech, is the convent’s workaday vernacular. In order to practice humility, the novices are instructed to walk close to the walls of the halls, never in the middle, and never to hurry. Their hands must stay still and out of sight, except when nursing or praying. Other nuns are never to be touched. You pull on someone’s sleeve to get her attention. Individual friendships are forbidden. All mail is read by superiors. Throughout the day, life is regulated by the convent’s bells, “which are the voice of God.” Even if nursing a patient, a nun must stop when the community is summoned by the bells.

The purpose of these seemingly trivial disciplines, as the film explains, is to instill obedience and humility: to place God’s commands, as they are made manifest by the order’s rule and hierarchy, before merely human desires or needs. Mirrors are forbidden. “Divest yourself of the vanities of this world,” the novices are told. They must detach themselves from family and friends, from material things, and even from memories of their previous life. In doing so, they make room for the love of Christ in their hearts. They are told that sacrifice is the only test of our love of God. Spiritual perfection is the ever-elusive goal, and it requires the most rigorous practices. The life of a nun, explains the superior general, is thereby one of endless sacrifice, and in many ways goes against human nature.

You can say that again.

Balance was lacking in Sr. Luke’s formation, which mistakenly sought to expunge the self in pursuit of a higher good. As a consequence, her life and story can seem not only anachronistic but terribly misdirected.

What is remarkable about the film is its nuanced and sympathetic treatment of what many will consider to be some of Catholicism’s more extreme and bizarre teachings and practices. Sr. Luke’s ultimate decision to leave the order is not presented as a rejection of Catholicism or religious asceticism. The spiritual goods cultivated by the order are seen as valuable in themselves as well as instrumental in creating the sort of devotion and selflessness that enable the nuns to work with the desperately poor and chronically ill, and to endure the risks taken in establishing missions and hospitals in Africa. Sr. Luke wants to be this sort of person, this sort of nun, but struggles to reconcile the order’s demands for humility and obedience with the confidence and pride she takes in being a gifted student and exceptionally skilled nurse. She cannot submit to her superiors when what is demanded seems not only unreasonable but unjust. In one instance, she is asked to show humility by deliberately failing a university exam in order to bolster the confidence of a fellow sister (no, it doesn’t make sense). Unable to comply with this request, she is judged to be prideful, and subsequently given a less prestigious assignment as a discipline. She suppresses her “pride” again and again, only to have it resurface at crucial junctures. Her decision to leave the order is precipitated by the death of her father at the hands of the Nazis. She cannot forgive the killers, and that means she can no longer claim to be a bride of Christ, or possibly even a good Christian. She does not reject Christ’s teaching about loving our enemies, but simply realizes she is incapable of abiding by it. When she leaves the congregation she judges herself a failed nun, not a liberated woman.

The story behind the movie is equally interesting. It is based on the best-selling novel by Kathryn Hulme, which is the slightly fictionalized story of Marie Louise Habets, who spent seventeen years as a Sister of Charity of Jesus and Mary. Hulme and Habets met after the war when Hulme was working for a UN relief organization and Habets as a nurse tending to soldiers and refugees. At some point, Habets confessed that she was a “failed nun.” The two formed a bond and became inseparable, evidently living the rest of their lives as a couple in the United States. Hulme, raised Protestant and having been involved in a group of spiritual seekers surrounding a religious mystic in Paris before the war, converted to Catholicism in the early 1950s, presumably under Habets’s influence.


The website of the Sisters of Charity of Jesus and Mary suggests that the order no longer follows a rule as strict as the one Sr. Luke toils under in the movie. Much of the criticism of the Second Vatican Council, and now of Pope Francis’s interpretation of the council’s teachings, is based on the hope that it is possible to return in some way to many of the certainties and practices of the church depicted in The Nun’s Story (whose screenplay was evidently vetted and approved by the Vatican). However much one may appreciate the severe beauties and spiritual disciplines of the pre–Vatican II Church, one comes away from the film reminded of how far we are removed from that world. Watching the scene in the film where postulants enter the convent, leaving anxious family and loved ones behind, is like watching a contemporary movie depicting travel to another planet in a distant solar system. The convent’s door being closed with a heavy thud, and the mistress of postulants using her iron key to lock it, is like watching a rocket ship’s crew being hurled into deepest space. We are being taken on a voyage to another world, a world with a logic and beauty, but also dangers, uniquely its own.

The basic tension in Sr. Luke’s vocation is between the ambition and expertise she must possess to become a medical professional and the order’s demand that she understand herself to be “nothing” in order to draw closer to Christ. In an essay on the Seven Deadly Sins, Czesław Miłosz writes about the inescapable paradox inherent in the sin of pride, which he refers to using the Latin term superbia. “Pride and self-assurance are indispensable for the poet who wishes to achieve something and not retreat from his path,” he confesses. Its consequences, however, are of course “both negative and positive.” There can be no excellence if we don’t take pride in our work, but if pride becomes the principal motivation we have indeed lost our way. That balance was lacking in Sr. Luke’s formation, which mistakenly sought to expunge the self in pursuit of a higher good. As a consequence, her life and story can seem not only anachronistic but terribly misdirected. Yet we should not pretend the post–Vatican II Church has found a better balance in its often-unexamined celebrations of the self. We are still finding our way forward, and it is hubris to condescend to the past.

          Letters | Continuing the conversation on Brett Kavanaugh      Cache   Translate Page      



If I were a senator and I had had to vote for or against Brett Kavanaugh, I would have voted Nay (“Injudicious,” October 19). I, too, have concerns about his integrity, and I believe he obfuscated the truth in his September 27 hearing. This carries even further rhetorical value in that Judge Kavanaugh’s legal theory is congruent with my own. While I found much agreement with your editorial, I’d like to point out a few dissonances.

While it is quite easy to depict Judge Kavanaugh as petulant and partisan from his opening statement, what if (and fairness demands such an evaluation) this is an innocent man who was thrust into some extremely difficult conversations with his wife and two daughters? And, as he fought to make sure trust wasn’t broken with those closest to him, he had to endure the immediate crumbling of the reputation he spent years building? While all this is happening, he and his family must handle the many death threats being made against him. I can’t imagine it completely unreasonable for him to be angry with the Democratic side of the dais. And while it is legitimate to question how he, a nominee to the highest court in our land, should handle such pathos, I believe it is quite unsympathetic and uncharitable to merely depict him as a bellicose and entitled person without any empathy for this possible context. Simplistic writing that does not seek for such evenhandedness just continues to add fodder to the ridiculous partisan drivel currently dividing our country.

My final observation about this editorial centers on the paragraph listing the “reasons to oppose Kavanaugh’s elevation to the Supreme Court.” To me this paragraph exactly captures the problem of some current views of the Supreme Court nominating process. For instance, if I were a senator, my job would not be to vote Nay on this judge because his previous rulings have carried political conclusions I don’t share. Even if her judicial philosophy is antithetical to my own, it would not warrant a Nay. The president gets to pick the nominee. If we don’t like Kavanaugh and Gorsuch, then we need to get Clinton elected, or if we don’t like Kagan or Sotomayor, then we need to get McCain elected. The bench isn’t a place to whirl up activist tides. Instead, my job as a senator is to make sure the candidate in front of me is scrupulous in her work and in her integrity: a judge who is consistently dedicated to the rule of law as she views it, and expresses that through tightly constructed, logical opinions; a judge with no moral stain in breaking the laws of the land and without a hint of biased or bribed decisions. The way we oppose the elevation of judges who don’t see the law the way we do is at the voting booth, not the Senate chambers. The Senate does need to keep immoral and perjurious judges from the highest bench in our land, and it is precisely here where Judge Kavanaugh has created too much suspicion to be confirmed.

Derick Pullen
Wallingford, Conn.



Like many Americans, I have more than a passing interest in the U.S. Supreme Court. I care deeply that the Court functions in a manner that aligns our nation with our very best, albeit imperfect, understanding of God’s will.

I am also an attorney, and I have come to realize that my legal training has affected the way I view the world. After decades of hearing multiple versions of a historical event, I have come to the firm belief that the truth is always somewhere in the middle of the competing accounts and never resides solely in any one version. The passage of time from the event itself serves to amplify that effect. With the passage of time, the memory alters slightly each time it is recalled. These alterations seem, to the witness, to be clarifications, the recollection of additional details, a sharpening of the memory, when, in fact, they are just as likely a gloss that binds pieces of subsequent life events, emotions, and other foreign matters to the recollection of the actual historical event, making the memory less accurate while convincing the witness that he or she is remembering more and more clearly. This alteration by degrees of the memory is not a deliberate act on the part of the witness; it is simply the way our minds integrate experiences from the distant and middle past with the present.

So we would all do well to bear in mind that the best-intended testimony is never an accurate accounting of the true event, no matter how honest the witness. With that awareness, I watched Dr. Ford’s testimony as well as Justice Kavanaugh’s. It does not take much imagination to come up with scenarios that are compatible with the essence of both Ford’s and Kavanaugh’s accounts, but that do not match either account precisely. And if we were somehow able to reconstruct the actual event, we might well see that both accounts presented at the Senate hearing were the most honest recounting of the past each of them is now capable of expressing.

Your editorial overlooked the probability that neither witness accurately recounted that historic event in every detail. Instead you described Ford’s testimony as “forthright,” “‘incredibly credible’,” and “courageous.” It was, in fact, all those things, but that doesn’t mean it was the full truth of her past experience.

Of Kavanaugh’s testimony, you used language such as “distortion of the truth,” “perhaps he truly cannot remember doing what he is accused of,” and “possibly perjurious.” These all go to the truthfulness of his account and find it lacking. I submit that it was indeed lacking, as any representation of past events necessarily must be, but that it was not necessarily dishonest.

You opined that Ford’s testimony was motivated by her “sense of civic duty,” yet Kavanaugh was motivated by “partisan fury,” “disdain,” and “intemperan[ce].” I searched in vain for any reference to the attacks that Judge Kavanaugh and his family endured during the ten-day public investigation of his sexual behavior. Perhaps the tenor of his testimony was motivated by a very human desire to rehabilitate his honor.

I searched for some mention of the noteworthy accomplishments in the spheres of university, community, and career that show Kavanaugh’s impressive arc to maturity, but found nothing beyond disparaging descriptions of the teenager Kavanaugh once was.

You chose to base your opposition to Kavanaugh’s confirmation on his lack of judicial temperament. This was the safe route, pointing out his temperament in a singular situation rather than accusing Justice Kavanaugh of having been a teenage wannabe rapist, but you effectively got your message across. Similarly, you noted your dissatisfaction with his legal views on voting rights and executive power, as well as his apparent partisan behavior when working on the Starr Report and working in President George W. Bush’s administration. Yet these perceived flaws were really just side issues compared to the really big flaw of overreacting during a hearing where his career, aspirations, reputation, and honor were all on the line. At this point, I should grant you that your piece was expressly an opinion piece; nevertheless, an opinion must be well supported to be convincing.

If we want to look at Justice Kavanaugh’s judicial temperament, we can review his temperament while actually serving on the federal bench for more than a decade. We can ask his colleagues, lawyers who argued in his courtroom, his students, clerks, and staff. In fact, we did do all those things and his temperament was unassailed. We can choose to overlook his years of judicial service where his judicial temperament was actually on display, or we can look at the worst day of his life; but wouldn’t that be “injudicious”?

Beth Rodriguez
Evanston, Ill.



It is reasonable to expect a person who believes he has been falsely accused and mistreated by the public to defend himself by responding directly and honestly to specific allegations. Brett Kavanaugh had an opportunity to do this. Instead, he opened his testimony with an explicitly political broadside against the Democratic senators who had dared to confront him with Christine Blasey Ford’s accusations. He evaded many of their questions, or angrily turned them back on the senators themselves. Of course, it would be unfair to expect either him or his accuser to remember everything about the night in question, but our complaint was not about his imperfect memory. Kavanaugh plainly misrepresented facts at several points during his testimony. The “witnesses” who “refuted” the alleged attack on Ford or “said it never happened” (his words under oath) did no such thing; they merely said they did not recollect seeing an attack themselves, or know about it. His explanations about the meaning of crude language in his high-school yearbook entry were patently absurd. Whether Kavanaugh should have had to face questions about his pre-collegiate past was an issue decided when the bipartisan Senate committee agreed to hear Ford’s testimony. We still believe that the belligerent and disingenuous way he answered those questions told us something important about his temperament, and that this has to be weighed against his “years of judicial service.” It was, to be sure, a stressful moment for the nominee, but life on the nation’s highest court is full of stressful moments, and we don’t expect a justice to react to them with partisan fury.


          Time Is on Our Side      Cache   Translate Page      

Casinos have been on my mind a lot lately, although I’m not a gambler. What I keep thinking about is the way that they’re designed to make patrons lose track of time. The absence of clocks and windows is purposeful. If all is going well—at least from the house’s point of view—guests can place bets from 4:00 in the afternoon until 4:00 in the morning and hardly notice the hours pass. The goal, of course, is to maximize profits. The longer you’re in there, the more chances they have to take your money.

More and more, I wonder if we’re all starting to exist in a version of casino-time, where one hour bleeds into the next with little discernible difference. Light pollution is growing in both scale and brightness every year, giving the nighttime an artificial glow. Inside our houses, we bask in a different kind of artificial light, with smartphones and tablets constantly by our sides. Backlit screens, a twenty-four-hour news cycle, and features like AutoPlay and infinite scrolling make it easy to lose sense of time. In fact, technology and social media companies deliberately employ casino-like tactics in order to make websites and applications as addictive as possible. It’s not an accident that you can intend to look up one headline, or one video on YouTube, and before you know it, discover that you’ve consumed a dozen more. Meanwhile, the payoff of what we encounter online—whether it’s the dopamine hit of a well received Instagram post, or horror at the latest bad news—tends to be fleeting. So we keep scrolling down, or hitting refresh, like someone sitting glassy-eyed before a slot machine.

The net effect of such trends can be to trap us in a kind of endless, lonely, and anxious present. And a diminished sense of time, I worry, could lead to a diminished sense of hope. The two things—time and hope—are intimately connected in Julie Otsuka’s novel When the Emperor Was Divine, about a Japanese-American family taken from their home in Berkeley, California, after the bombing of Pearl Harbor. The husband is sent to a federal prison, and his wife and two children to an internment camp in the Utah desert. Almost immediately upon reaching the camp, the mother—who, along with the other family members, is unnamed—begins to let go, first of time, and then of any agency or ability to conceive of a better future. She stops winding her watch and loses track of the days. Time begins to seem distorted, stretched out and blurry. “Who was winning the war? Who was losing? The mother no longer wanted to know,” Otsuka writes. “She no longer read the paper or listened to the bulletins on the radio. ‘Tell me when it’s over,’ she said.”

In all honesty, I sometimes feel the same temptation to despair, especially after reading the news for too long. It isn’t easy to exist in an endless, anxious present.


The liturgical calendar returns us to the physical world, for one thing. Pay attention to the priest’s vestments, to the colors of the decorations in church.

Thankfully, believers have a lifeline in the form of the liturgical calendar, which recently started up again on December 2. Never before had I been so thankful for the start of a new liturgical year that I found myself wanting to pregame for Advent; but from mid-November on, it was all I could do to keep from counting down the days. Advent is a season of hopeful expectation, covering the four weeks leading up to Christmas. Its name derives from the Latin words for “to come,” and what is on its way, this and every year, is Christ and the promise of salvation. Both feel sorely needed at the moment.

Advent is followed by the Christmas season, which celebrates Jesus’ birthday and God’s entrance into the world. After Christmas there’s a short break and then comes Lent, a time of fasting and penance. (A meaningful Lent, in my experience, has less to do with punishment or self-mortification than it does with readying oneself for the joy of Easter. If you think about the difference between eating a delicious meal on an empty stomach and eating it when you’re only kind of hungry, it’s a little bit like that.) The forty days of Lent lead up to the Triduum—which chronicles the passion of Christ and his descent to Hell—and then to the triumph of Easter and the glory of Jesus’ Resurrection. After fifty days of Eastertide comes Pentecost, which marks the Holy Spirit’s entrance into the world.

And then there’s another break, a much longer one, a second stretch of what is called Ordinary Time. The word “ordinary” in this context doesn’t mean boring, exactly, although it’s likely not a coincidence that Ordinary Time accounts for more than half of the liturgical year, and that at least 50 percent of our day-to-day lives, if we’re lucky, passes in a somewhat unremarkable fashion. “Ordinary” here mainly means part of a series. Each week of Ordinary Time is marked by an ordinal number: first week after Pentecost, second week after Pentecost, etc. After six months of Ordinary Time, the whole cycle starts again. Advent and Christmas return to refresh a world that has grown weary, and more than ready to hear the Good News again.

The liturgical calendar can do much to counter casino-time. It returns us to the physical world, for one thing. Pay attention to the priest’s vestments, to the colors of the decorations in church. They’ve recently shifted from the green of Ordinary Time to Advent’s violet. Depending on when you’re reading this, you might still have the chance to see rose, a color used only twice a year (including Gaudete Sunday, the third Sunday in Advent). Such details remind us that however chaotic the world can seem today, there is still order and meaning. And liturgy by its very nature—descending as it does from the Greek words for “public” and “work”—helps pull us out of loneliness and into community. There’s something wonderfully comforting about the realization that the words one says as part of a Mass or church service are always echoed by other believers around the globe.


I lived through what felt like a full year of Lent following trauma, and a year ago, Advent—with its emphasis on hope and looking forward—helped keep me sane during a time of job uncertainty.

The church calendar can lend additional richness to our lives, thanks to the way that it sacralizes all aspects of the human condition. So often today we are surrounded by narratives of endless growth and ceaseless triumph. The way we talk about shareholder profits, university endowments, average SAT scores, and the desired life expectancies of Silicon Valley CEOs suggests that what goes up should really keep going up, indefinitely. If it doesn’t, something must be wrong. Meanwhile, advertisements and social media can make it seem like everyone else is living a perfect life, effortlessly. The upshot of these narratives is that many people lack a way to talk about—and thus to conceptualize, since it’s hard to think straight without words—human weakness, defeat, or death without framing them as pathological.

The liturgical calendar, by contrast, acknowledges that life can’t all be hallelujahs here below. It carves out space for mourning as well as rejoicing, for fasts as well as feasts. It reminds us of Solomon’s words in the Book of Ecclesiastes, “To every thing there is a season.” In doing so, the church calendar provides a model to strengthen us and dignify our experiences in times of both joy and sorrow. When I was recovering from the effects of trauma, I took a lot of solace in comparing my sorrows to the solemnity of Lent and the grief of the Triduum. It meant that I wasn’t alone, and I wasn’t in uncharted territory. I was on a path that many others, including God in human form, had walked before me. It also meant that suffering and death—for some periods in our lives can feel like a kind of death—is never the end of the story, because Christ conquered death on Easter morning. If you walk away from the slot machine, and out into the dawning light, you can be reminded of this truth every day.

The varied nature of the liturgical calendar means that we will inevitably feel the significance of particular seasons more acutely in some years than in others. I lived through what felt like a full year of Lent following trauma, and a year ago, Advent—with its emphasis on hope and looking forward—helped keep me sane during a time of job uncertainty. If your personal circumstances align with the church calendar in a given year, that is one kind of blessing. If they don’t—so that a cheerful season helps lift your spirits or a penitential season tempers them—then that is another kind of blessing. Either way, the rhythm of the church year can carry us along from one season to the next in our lives, and help us find the melody again when we’ve gotten lost in the noise.

Its cyclical nature, too, is a comfort. Not only This too shall pass, but also This too will come again. For anyone who feels mired in the quicksand of the virtual now, the chance to use the liturgical calendar as a lifeline is now within reach.


          Reason for the Season      Cache   Translate Page      

For God so loved the world
that He gave His one and
only Son, that whoever believes
in Him shall not perish
but have eternal life.
John 3:16

          ‘The Invention of the Antichrist’      Cache   Translate Page      

In the 1920s and ’30s, Karl Barth, the renowned Swiss Reformed theologian, began what became a decades-long critique of the important Polish-German Jesuit, Erich Przywara. But with the rise of fascism, their disagreement soon reached beyond the theology classroom and took on some of the confessional tensions of Reformation-era contests. Barth, looking at the growing appeal of Nazism, held that humanity retains little of the goodness it had before the Fall. Przywara, though forcefully anti-Nazi, was less bleak. Their debate went on for decades, and though much of it took place under the shadow of war and genocide, it ended up in a surprisingly hopeful place.

Karl Barth (1886–1968), the son of a Basel theology professor and violinist, was educated in the liberal Protestantism of the day, which followed Friedrich Schleiermacher (1768–1834) in emphasizing religion as private, inner feeling. Barth rejected this view when he saw Christians claim divine support for their side in World War I. His own teachers, including the prominent theologian Adolf von Harnack, signed a 1914 declaration supporting the German war effort. If this is how Christians interpret God’s Word when left to their own inner feelings, Barth decided, then the Word will be tweaked to suit private and political advantage. He concluded that humanity could not be guided by its feelings. We must instead adjust our thoughts and feelings to God’s revelation in Christ and Scripture. Barth developed his strong Christology in his thirteen-volume Church Dogmatics (1931–1967), and his views on humanity’s sinfulness became the linchpin in his debate with Przywara. Barth was also the principal author of the Barmen Declaration (1934), urging Christians to resist Nazism. He imprudently sent the letter directly to Hitler. In 1935, he was forced to leave Germany and took a position at the University of Basel, where he remained for the rest of his life.

Przywara (1889–1972), the son of a Polish father and German mother, was educated in music and theology in the Netherlands, taught in Austria and Germany, and was a rising star in Catholic thought when he, like Barth, began protesting fascism. In 1933, he explained that the Christian “Kingdom” was absolutely incompatible with the Third Reich. In 1934, while Barth was writing the Barmen Declaration, Przywara argued against church accommodation of Hitler’s government. By 1935, the Nazis had him under surveillance, eventually closing down his work and causing medical and emotional problems from which he never fully recovered. He nonetheless remained prolific through the 1960s, writing forty books and eight hundred articles and reviews, and influencing such thinkers as Karl Rahner and Josef Pieper.

It was Przywara’s work on human nature that provoked Barth’s initial criticism. Przywara set out his ideas in his 1926-7 Polarity and more fully in his 1931 Analogy of Being. But it was not Przywara who first came up with the idea that human nature partakes analogously of God’s “being.” That idea began with Thomas Aquinas. Its premise was that God is the ground and reason for everything. There could have been nothing at all, but instead there’s something; and the reason that there’s something is God. One might say God is what makes existence itself possible, from the existence of time to the existence of peaches. So something of God, the source of existence, can be found in everything and everyone that exists. God, Aquinas wrote, is “intimate” within us. In the charmed phrase of German theologian Christian Link, God cannot be found in the world any more than Charles Dickens can be found in his novels, yet he is there throughout and is the reason they exist.

But of course God is also radically different from humanity. We are material beings; he is immaterial. We live in time; he is outside time. Nevertheless, there is a kind of kinship between us. As Scripture puts it, we are made in his “image.” Or as Przywara puts it, following Aquinas, we are “analogous” to the divine “being.” Drawing on both Aquinas and Augustine, Przywara held that God is both “in us” and “beyond us.”

One important consequence of this is that, even after the Fall, humanity retains something of our original kinship with God. Because of our intimacy with God, we have the capacity to understand his Word. Przywara was careful to say what this does not mean. It does not mean we can develop moral living in our own way solely through human abilities. But we do have the capacity to grasp God’s way as it is revealed in Scripture. So grace comes to us “doubly,” through God’s redemptive work and through our created capacities to follow his Word in our worldly activities—for instance, in fighting for love and justice against Nazism.

This was what Barth would not countenance. In his 1931 Christian Dogmatics I, he called Przywara’s analogy of being “the invention of the Antichrist” and declared that “because of it one cannot become Catholic.”


For Aquinas and Przywara, what remains after the Fall is human nature, analogous of God. For Barth, what remains is God’s grace.

But this is not where the debate really began. In 1929, Barth had invited Przywara to lecture to his seminar on Aquinas at the University of Münster and, again, in 1931 in Bonn. The 1929 course protocols show that Barth’s reception was warm. In a letter to the Swiss theologian Eduard Thurneysen, Barth called Przywara’s presentation “a masterpiece.” Yet in two lectures later that year, he began to criticize Przywara’s position.

Barth’s issue was fallenness. He thought Aquinas’s “analogy of being” was a dangerous idea because it placed fallen humanity too close to God. Przywara, Barth said, aggrandized humankind, allowing us to imagine ourselves as “like” God, and therefore capable of acting rightly on our own. Any look at modern European history should dispel that illusion. In Barth’s view, the analogy of being downplayed God’s otherness. The only real bridge between humanity and the wholly other God is Jesus, fully human and fully divine. But the analogy of being suggests that human nature itself offers us another bridge to God. It suggests that, because we are in God’s image, we can understand God’s nature just by using our natural capacities.

Barth could not accept this. All we know of God and world, he insisted, comes from his Word and revelation in Christ, not from reason or other natural capacities. This knowledge is not “given to us in the givenness of history.” If we could figure God and the world out on our own, the Gospel would be reduced to a kind of public-service announcement reminding us to do what we already know we should.

This was also Barth’s objection to Augustine, whose work substantially influenced Przywara. Augustine included good works (along with grace) in the path to redemption. Barth feared that this implied a continuity between human efforts and God’s saving acts, whereas, in his view, grace and human effort are opposed. To save us, God sets “a barrier against all that is our own action” and “cuts against the grain of our existence.” The ugly grain of our existence was on full display in the politics of the day. Despite their supposed kinship with the Creator, human beings in Europe were flocking to fascism. If this was not evidence of man’s radical depravity after the Fall, what would be? Between December 1935 and March 1936, the Nazi police put Przywara’s offices at the journal Stimmen der Zeit (Voices of the Day) under surveillance and closed it permanently in 1941.

Przywara was puzzled by this line of argument. How did we get from Augustine and Aquinas to Hitler? Przywara had already written in 1927 that the analogy of being doesn’t suggest an undue similarity between humanity and God. It means only that the wholly other God reveals something of himself both in revelation and in creation. This means that our God-created humanity and God’s revelation cannot be altogether opposed as Barth had suggested they should be. They work together. To use the traditional formulation, “Grace does not destroy but supports and perfects nature.” Przywara repeated: grace comes “doubly,” through God’s revelation and the human capacity, endowed by God, to receive that revelation.

Barth, for his part, continued to insist that grace came singly, through revelation alone, but this yielded an unintended consequence. If we can rely on nothing in our created nature to understand revelation, how do we know that we understand it right? How do we know that our moral judgments, based on interpretations of Scripture, are sound?

Barth had painted himself into the same kind of corner that Immanuel Kant had. Kant had claimed that the human mind comes equipped with preset categories like length and time that we project onto the world. Because our minds conceptualize things as having length and enduring in time, we project those features onto the world “out there,” but the human mind has no direct access to that “outside” world. It produces only internal images—a “home screening,” in the theologian John Betz’s wonderful phrase. So how do we know whether that home screening is accurate? Like Kant’s philosophy, Barth’s theology seems to isolate fallen humanity from God—or at least to prevent us from knowing if we are understanding his revelation the way he intends for it to be understood. Perhaps another bridge between God and humanity—one that would allow him to communicate his will to us—was needed after all.

In spite of this weakness in Barth’s argument, his critique did prod Catholics to clarify their own positions. Gottlieb Söhngen, influential in advancing the career of Joseph Ratzinger, emphasized that we are like God only analogously: the analogy of being kept the proper distance between God and his creation. On the other hand, he worried that Barth’s position ruled out the proper closeness. It would turn whatever relationship we had with God into what he called “a purely external allocation”—an add-on rather than something foundational to human existence. No one, including Barth, wanted to say that. Everyone agreed that our relationship with God was a constant feature of the human condition. So what the analogy of being allowed us to understand, according to Söhngen, was our own nature, not God’s. To understand anything about God, we needed revelation. This was a small move toward Barth and away from Przywara, who held that our nature as creatures in God’s image does permit us knowledge of him.

Would Barth be persuaded by Söhngen’s overtures? In Church Dogmatics II, Barth conceded that if Söhngen was right, “then naturally I must withdraw my earlier statement that I regard the analogia entis (the analogy of being) as ‘the invention of the Antichrist.’” But somewhat cagily, Barth added that he wasn’t sure Söhngen’s views represented those of the Catholic Church: “I am not aware that this particular doctrine of the analogia entis is to be found anywhere else in the Roman Catholic Church.” In a sense, Barth was right. Never having been called upon to defend Aquinas’s analogy of being against a critique like Barth’s, the church had not yet laid out a thorough, modern explanation of it.

Hans Urs von Balthasar, Przywara’s student and the friend who, in 1947, brought Przywara to Switzerland to recover from maladies provoked by continuous Nazi surveillance, took up the challenge. In The Theology of Karl Barth, Balthasar defended the analogy of being, explaining that God’s transcendent otherness is undiminished by his intimacy in us. It is “a suspended middle” between an absolutely transcendent, unknowable God and an immanent, knowable God. Balthasar believed that after the publication of his and Söhngen’s books “Barth’s attitude gradually changed” to accept the analogy of being “within the context of an overarching analogy of faith.”

Was he right? No one can be sure. Barth did not discuss the analogy of being in any book written after Balthasar’s work was published. In his final years, Barth confessed to having said “nasty” things about the analogy of being. But at Princeton in 1962 and at Tübingen in 1964, he maintained his opposition to Przywara’s Analogy of Being.

Yet in his late works, Barth did incorporate a different sort of analogy into his own theology—not the analogy of being but of being-in-Christ, in his grace. He recognized that, without some analogical connectedness to God, we could have no basis on which to choose one sin-distorted interpretation of Scripture over another. To avoid relativism and hopelessness, Barth wrote in Christian Dogmatics III that humanity is created with the capacity, even disposition, to receive God’s Word and grace: our “being and nature…is destined, prepared, and equipped” for grace. This preparedness remains even after the Fall.

For Aquinas and Przywara, what remains after the Fall is human nature, analogous of God. For Barth, what remains is God’s grace. Because God was determined to redeem us all along and this determination always remained “in” us, we are equipped to receive Christ and Scripture and be redeemed. Moreover, because humanity is created to receive God’s Word, each of us can be a partner in God’s grace. While we cannot add anything to that grace, our faith can bear witness to God’s determination to save humanity. The one who bears witness in this way refers “not to himself, but to God who points him to his neighbor.”

This was a far more optimistic outlook than might have been anticipated from Barth’s oft-repeated opposition to Przywara. Looking at humanity’s violent record, Barth was right to insist that we could not be left to our own devices. Przywara replied, But we are not alone: our very nature connects us to our Creator. This prodded Barth to develop his own understanding of how God makes it possible for us to receive his revelation. In the end, Barth—for all his insistence on human sinfulness—did recognize that God must have given us something that allowed us to understand and respond to his Word.


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Breathes there the man, with soul so dead, / Who never to himself hath said, / This is my own, my native land! / Whose heart hath ne’er within him burn’d, / As home his footsteps he hath turn’d…”

—Sir Walter Scott


Native land means different things to different people. To some it’s a nation with well-defined borders, like France or Sweden; to others, it transcends borders, à la Ireland or Korea. For many, I think, native land invokes something more intimate and parochial: a patch of earth that, no matter where life takes us, stays synonymous with home. For me, that place is the Bronx of the 1950s and ’60s, a lower-middle/middle-middle-class agglomeration of apartment houses, single-family homes, and small businesses sprawled between Long Island Sound to the east and the Hudson River to the west, a so-called bedroom borough whose north-south subway lines transported its inhabitants to and from jobs in Manhattan. 

Reeking of exhaust and incinerators, the Bronx was chockablock with pizzerias, German and Jewish delis, Irish bars; blessed with spacious parks, a world-class zoo and botanical garden; and possessed of the Ruthian diamond—the crown jewel of major league baseball—Yankee Stadium. The skyline looming to the south was the imperial city, a dream-big place, proximate yet far away. Ours was the workaday, no-illusion city, its concrete precincts filled with cops, firemen, pipefitters, clerks, mechanics, motormen, taxi drivers, teachers, housewives, shop owners, wire lathers, civil servants, and union members, the everyday people who kept the place running.

Solid, stolid, often the butt of jokes (“The Bronx, no thonx,” wrote Ogden Nash), the borough was a small-scale Yugoslavia: ethnic enclaves interspersed with areas in which, though physically mingled, groups lived psychically and culturally apart. Jews, by far the most numerous population, branched out from the Art Deco stem of the Grand Course. Highbridge, Kingsbridge, and Woodlawn were heavily Irish. Fordham, presided over by the Jesuit Gothic of the eponymous university, was bordered to the west by the well-heeled Irish parish of St. Nicholas of Tolentine; to the southeast by Belmont, a tight-knit Italian village of modest apartment buildings and meticulously tended one- and two-family homes.

The once-Irish/Jewish South Bronx filled with newly arrived Puerto Ricans and African Americans. The East Bronx was a trifecta of Jews, Irish, and Italians. Riverdale, in the borough’s northwest corner, felt like an appendage of suburban Westchester County. Fieldston, adjacent to it, was a privately owned enclave of privilege and palatial homes.

Home to almost a million-and-a-half people, the borough had only one real hotel, the Concourse Plaza. It was often referred to as the “Bronx’s Waldorf Astoria,” a description more aspirational than exact, which is not to say it wasn’t a fine place to spend the night. Around the corner from where my wife was raised and a Mickey Mantle home run away from Yankee Stadium, the Concourse Plaza is at the center of the 1956 movie A Catered Affair, a tale of working-class Irish-Catholic parents in conflict over their daughter’s wedding reception.

In an improbable feat of casting, the taxi-driving, Irish-Catholic dad is played by Ernest Borgnine, the daughter by Debbie Reynolds, and the mother by Bette Davis, whose attempt at a Bronx accent is somewhere between a misfire and weird. (Barry Fitzgerald, her brother, has a rich Irish brogue, a discrepancy left unexplained.) The movie was based on a television play by Bronx-native Paddy Chayefsky, who the previous year had won the Academy Award for best screenplay for Marty, another Bronx tale with Ernest Borgnine in his Academy Award–winning role as an Italian-American butcher.

I recall Marty receiving accolades from relatives and neighbors. Scenes shot in the Bronx and mention of places like Fordham Road and Arthur Avenue sprinkled Hollywood stardust over the borough’s prosaic precincts. As opposed to Marty, which had a ring of authenticity, A Catered Affair was a blatant attempt to piggyback on the success of its predecessor, with Irish characters substituted for Italian. The screenplay was written by Gore Vidal who, if pressed, could probably have located the Bronx somewhere between Montreal and the Upper East Side. The movie earned mostly Bronx cheers.


When I heard talk of intermarriage, it referred to Irish-Italian nuptials.

We Bronx Irish defined ourselves as much by parishes as neighborhoods. I was from St. Raymond’s, in Parkchester, in the East Bronx. Founded in 1842, it was the first Catholic church in Westchester County. (The Bronx became a separate county in 1914. The five boroughs of New York City are coterminous with state counties.) In the burial yard in front of the church were three towering Celtic crosses, monuments to the half-century reign of a triad of Irish monsignori. Despite all belonging to the genus of B.I.C. (Bronx Irish Catholic), we at St. Raymond Elementary School considered ourselves distinctly different from our counterparts in the neighboring parish of St. Helena’s.

A planned community of 12,000 apartments spread across 171 buildings between 7 and 13 stories, Parkchester was created by the Metropolitan Life Insurance Company, which also financed construction of Stuyvesant Town in Manhattan. Parks and open spaces were strategically placed. The main means of transportation were subways and the extensive system of city-owned bus lines. But in anticipation of a rapid increase in car ownership, there were multistoried garages and copious parking spaces.

Parkchester’s residents were overwhelmingly Jewish and Catholic—Irish in the main. The few Protestants who lived there were regarded with curiosity. Up until the 1960s, Metropolitan Life excluded African Americans from both Stuyvesant Town and Parkchester. This was of a piece with the intransigent residential segregation that prevailed (and still prevails) across large swathes of the city. Desperate to increase the supply of middle-class housing—at least for whites—New York’s progressive mayor, Fiorello LaGuardia, reluctantly went along. (Ironically, the oval at Parkchester’s center once contained the ballfield on which the Negro League’s Lincoln Giants played their home games.)

Parkchester was built on the site of the old Catholic Protectory, which was founded in 1863 by Archbishop John Hughes, the Ulster-born hierarch who established Fordham University, initiated the building of St. Patrick’s Cathedral, and made the New York Irish into a political as well as religious constituency. The Protectory housed orphans and abandoned children, mostly Irish, whom the Children’s Aid Society had begun shipping west on “Orphan Trains” to be settled among God-fearing, Anglo-Saxon Protestants.

Bordering Parkchester, Morris Park to the west and Castle Hill to the east were heavily Italian. A step behind in terms of assimilation and economic advancement, Italians generally preferred houses with small gardens rather than apartments. Parochial schools brought us together. Friendships blossomed and so did fights. I remember the schoolyard of St. Raymond’s as an asphalt Serengeti where the weak were bullied and Irish toughs battled tough Italians. (Pugilistically inept, I did my best to be inconspicuous.)

Sometimes the rivalries were humorous. One Italian carting company emblazoned on its garbage trucks “We Cater Irish Weddings.” When I heard talk of “intermarriage” it referred to Irish-Italian nuptials. It wasn’t until later that miscegenation escalated into ethnic meltdown and bred a new strain of Hiberno-Mediterranean offspring notable for their good looks.

Over the years, I’ve heard from Jewish Bronxites about suffering verbal harassment (“kikes,” “sheenies,” “Christ-killers”) and physical abuse from, as one friend put it, “Irish pogromists.” Without doubting their accounts, that wasn’t my experience. Through all my years of parochial school, I never heard anti-Semitic professions by teachers or clergy. We were told it was our sins that nailed Jesus to the cross. If either of my parents suspected we were cursing or bullying Jews, retribution would have been swift and severe. Yet I had no Jewish friends. We lived separately together. One thing shared by gentiles and Jews was a familiarity with Yiddish. To be a Bronxite was to schlepp and kibitz, and to understand the difference between a schmuck and a mensch.

I had no acquaintance with Jewish girls, except one. We rode the 20 BX bus together, she to Walton Girls High School in Kingsbridge, me to all-male Manhattan Prep in Riverdale. I sat in the back with my school buddies, she in front with her classmates. The first time I saw her, I was smitten by her thin and graceful figure, clothes loose and flowing (our style then was tight), thick black curls (the fashion was long and straight), an early-blossoming flower child. It was part of growing up in the Bronx to figure out, as quickly as possible, a person’s tribe. I identified her Jewishness in the same way, if she bothered to notice, she perceived my goyishness.

We never spoke. And then, one September, she was gone, off to college I presumed. I spent months bereft. Recently, for the first time in fifty years, I rode a bus along the old route, and it all flooded back, my lonely-hearts Bronx tale, unbridgeable worlds in the same borough, on the same bus.


Economic change drove social change, and reinforced it. Vatican II altered our unalterable church.

My first ancestors arrived in New York when Margaret and Michael Manning fled the Great Famine. Margaret Manning, their daughter and my paternal grandmother, was born in 1863, in the village of Fordham—at that time part of Westchester County—and baptized in the university church. (It was then called St. John’s College.) My grandfather Patrick Quinn, a union organizer, was born in Tipperary in 1859. His family emigrated to New York in 1870. He married Margaret Manning, a seamstress, in St. Brigid’s church, on the Lower East Side, in 1899. They moved to the Bronx in 1914, where they bought a small house in the West Farms neighborhood which, despite its name, was absent all things agricultural.

Contra the notion of Irish obsession with ancestry, my family showed little interest in the past. My mother had an active disinterest, routinely tossing out documents and obfuscating or bowdlerizing the fate of relatives who fell victim to impoverishment or their own misbehaviors (or both). The primary focus of my parents and grandparents wasn’t on the Irish past but the American future, and their children’s role in it.

My father recalled that as a boy on the Lower East Side he shared a room with his older brother in which they rarely stayed. My grandparents hosted relative after relative as they arrived from Ireland, until none were left to bring over. If my grandfather heard anyone sentimentalizing about the old country his instant riposte was, “If you miss it so much, why don’t you go back?” Romantic Ireland didn’t ring very convincingly in crowded tenement rooms.

Catherine Riordan of Blarney, County Cork, landed at Castle Garden in 1888. (It would be four years before Ellis Island opened and processed its first immigrant, Annie Moore, also of County Cork.) Though Catherine claimed to be eighteen, it’s more likely she was fifteen or sixteen and lied about her age so she could join her older sister as a domestic and begin sending remittances home to finance her siblings’ journeys. She stayed at maid’s work until she met James Murphy, a native-Irish speaker from near Macroom, who worked as a mechanic at Yorkville’s Rupert Brewery. My mother, Viola Murphy, the last of their six children, was born on the top floor of a four-story walkup on 149th Street, in the Bronx.

Coming of age in the 1920s, my parents belonged to the first truly modern generation. Electricity rolled back night and blazed the Great White Way. New appliances alleviated the burden of ancient drudgeries. Movies and radio revolutionized entertainment. Cars and airplanes shrank old barriers of distance. Credit and the installment plan made commonplace what were once luxuries. People’s expectations rose exponentially. The population of the Bronx tripled to 1.2 million in 1930 from 400,000 in 1910. Progress and prosperity were presumed, with America in the vanguard, and Jazz Age New York ahead of all.

While none of my grandparents went beyond primary school, my parents graduated from college. My father received a B.S. in civil engineering from Manhattan College (despite its name, it’s in the Bronx) and worked on the construction of the IND subway while attending Fordham Law School at night. My mother was a classics major at Mt. Saint Vincent, in Riverdale. They met in 1928 at a parish St. Patrick’s Day dance in the Bronx. They loved nightclubs, the theater—musicals, the Marx Brothers, Shakespeare—and reveled in the speakeasy hubbub in which my mother’s bartender brother was much admired for his skill as a mixologist.

The presumption that they had escaped their ancestors’ world—a chronicle of unhappy endings that culminated in starvation and migration—was rocked by the Crash of ’29 and the Great Depression. My mother lost her small savings as a teacher when the Edgewater Savings Bank folded. Her immigrant father lost his life savings, the accumulation of forty years working in a brewery. Pensionless, he worked until he died. My two aunts, one a teacher, the other a secretary, stayed unwed and at home to support my grandmother.

Though he had an engineering and law degree, my father struggled to find a full-time job. He volunteered with the local Democratic Club. Edward J. Flynn, the formidable Fordham-educated leader (aka “The Boss”) of the Bronx Democratic organization and a confidante of Governor Franklin Roosevelt, took a liking to him. Flynn sent my father to the 1932 Democratic National Convention in Chicago as part of a contingent that worked behind the scenes to keep the New York delegation in line for FDR. My father campaigned hard for FDR, speaking around the city from the back of a flatbed truck. In 1936, he was elected to the State Assembly. A week after the election, eight years after they met, my parents were married.

My father spent the rest of his life in Bronx politics, serving in the assembly until 1944, then a term in the U.S. Congress (he was one of the two congressmen from New York who rode FDR’s funeral train to Hyde Park), and the rest of his career as a judge of the Municipal Court, chief judge of the City Court, and a justice of the State Supreme Court. He was at home in the Bronx, in the parish in which he grew up.

His obituary in the New York Times states that his “associates described him as a witty and brilliant man who loved to sing Irish songs and tell Irish stories.” My father and mother were both fine singers and dancers. The songs were mainly from Broadway shows or The Great American Songbook, the dances foxtrots and waltzes, not reels and jigs. The “Irish songs” weren’t folk tunes but Irish-American favorites like “Harrigan,” “Galway Bay,” and their all-time favorite, “How Are Things in Glocca Morra?” (lyrics by Jewish songwriter E. Y. Harberg). The stories my father excelled at telling—stories salted with theatrical mastery of dialects—rarely involved Ireland (when they did, they were ghost stories) and rose instead from his life amid the mishegas of Bronx politics.

I took for granted that the Irish-American world my family existed in for over a century would remain as it was. The election of John F. Kennedy as president in 1960 felt like a capstone. Shortly before the election, Kennedy spoke at the Concourse Plaza. My father, running in his last election for the state Supreme Court, also spoke. Afterwards, Kennedy traveled up the Grand Course on the back of a convertible, a quaintly distant, pre-Dallas image. My friends and I stood in front of the Loew’s Paradise, a movie palace that has since then been stripped and defaced, and helped swell the panethnic delirium that arose when Kennedy mounted a platform in front of the long-vanished Sachs Furniture and Krum’s Candy stores.


Permanence of any kind is the grandest of illusions. What was different about the Bronx was the velocity with which the illusion crumbled. The origins of the Bronx as one of the city’s five boroughs (the only one on the U.S. mainland) were obscure even to Bronxites. I heard passing mention among my elders of “annexation” and “consolidation,” but the hardedge, unremitting brick-on-brick streetscapes disguised its overnight transformation from pastoral to metropolitan and made it seem pretty much the same since the Dutch forcibly evicted the peaceable, innocent Lenapes.

The centrifugal swirl that memory insists descended suddenly, like a fast-moving storm, had been building for some time. The pharaonic schemes of Robert Moses carried traffic around and across the Bronx to Long Island and New Jersey. The fund-starved, once-efficient public-transit system creaked and sputtered. FHA mortgages spurred the upwardly mobile, suburban aspirations of would-be homeowners and at the same time maintained and abetted the enduring injustice of residential apartheid that condemned minorities to a decaying, substandard housing stock.

Economic change drove social change, and reinforced it. Vatican II altered our unalterable church. Priests and nuns molted back into civilians. Parishioners moved away. Once-thriving parishes became enfeebled. Rock ’n’ roll and the sexual revolution made the generation gap seem more like a chasm. Crime, and fear of it, escalated. The Concourse Plaza became a welfare hotel. The celluloid Bronx of Marty and A Catered Affair, the home of good-hearted working-class stiffs, descended into Fort Apache, The Bronx, a crime-ridden wasteland ruled by drug addicts and crooked cops. Formerly a synonym for low-rent blah, the borough was now “the burning Bronx,” a global synecdoche for urban ruin.

The future fled the Bronx. Friends moved away or never returned from college. Soon enough I followed, serving as a VISTA volunteer in Kansas City. Beckoned by the beautiful and new—everything the Bronx wasn’t—I felt the lure of California. It was then, for the first time, I thought about what I was leaving behind: the saga of the Atlantic passover from poverty and subservience to steerage and immigrant tenements; those who made it, those who didn’t, those whose names I knew, those I didn’t. I turned my footsteps home and returned to New York.

I attended Bronx Catholic institutions from kindergarten to the last stages of a PhD. Though they were all founded or largely staffed by Irish and Irish Americans, my first encounter with Irish history was in a college course on Victorian Britain. The past was a blur. It was as if we emerged from the shadows and fully entered history when we came to the Bronx.

My threadbare connection to Michael Manning, my great-grandfather, was my father’s memory of him as a blind old man, quiet and gentle, who never talked about what led him to emigrate other than to say that he would never think about going back “until they hanged the last landlord.” Except that he was born in pre-famine Ireland and emigrated before the Civil War, all I knew of him was a line in the census—“occupation: laborer”—and the place of his death on January 10, 1910: 296 East 7th Street, a long-ago demolished tenement. I later learned the name Manning was an errant transcription of Mangan that, for whatever reason, stuck. The rest was silence.


Why the past means so much to some and not much—or not at all—to others is hard to figure. At bottom, I think, it involves history as therapy.

When I returned to New York, any research I did was lackadaisical and accidental. So was my career. I worked as a Wall Street messenger, a court officer in Bronx Landlord & Tenant Court, an archivist at the New York Botanical Gardens (natives always refer to it as the Bronx Botanical Gardens), et al., until I found my way to a graduate program at Fordham. I was a graduate assistant to the late Maurice O’Connell, a scholar of Irish history and descendant of Daniel O’Connell, the Liberator, a towering figure in that history.

I traveled to Ireland and studied there. Though I felt an intimate connection to the land and people, I confronted the fact it wasn’t home and I didn’t belong. On one occasion, I took my mother to her father’s village. Not a trace of the family remained. The journey my ancestors made was final and irreversible. Caught on the hyphen between this small island to the east and the vast continent to the west, I recognized that my native land was the interspace on America’s Atlantic ledge.

Why the past means so much to some and not much—or not at all—to others is hard to figure. At bottom, I think, it involves history as therapy, as a key to understanding self as well as society, as a restless desire to uncover what we don’t know about ourselves, however partial or fractured that must be. Perhaps that hope was best captured by New York novelist and memoirist Kathleen Hill when she wrote, “our journey toward understanding the selves we had considered lost forever or, worse, have never even missed, may be restored if we are patiently attentive to our inner promptings.”

In the early-morning hours and in the time I could game or grift from my corporate day job, I began trying to reconstruct what I could of my ancestors’ immigrant world. It gradually dawned on me that the history I sought belonged to lives too unimportant to record, people who suffered history rather than recorded it, servants, laborers, anonymous poor, ordinary moments that weren’t written anywhere, the intricate tangle of existences shrunk to generalities, statistics, accidental mention, a census line.

Despairing of history, I decided to venture into the terra incognita of fiction and attempt a novel set during the Civil War Draft Riots, an epic explosion—part race riot, part insurrection—that tore New York City apart and exposed the perennial, often-feral struggle among those at the bottom of American society.

I copied paragraphs from novels I admired, scribbled the beginnings of the story I wanted to tell. I researched, wrote, despaired, rewrote, deserted, returned, persisted across an entire decade. I discovered in fiction truths I didn’t in history. I grappled with the power of the past to bolt in place the exoskeleton that supported and shaped—sometimes misshaped—expectations and relationships far into the future. I came to grasp the human need to forget as well as to remember. I learned that what goes unspoken, unacknowledged, has the greatest sway of all. Everything around me, parish, school, politics, religion, the Bronx I grew up in and carry with me, sprang from and contained what came before. The past never goes away, I realized; it only goes ignored or denied.

My characters became my companions, comrades-in-arms, soulmates, a company of aspiring, compromised, lustful, decent, cowardly, ruthless, compassionate, befuddled human beings—Irish, African Americans, old-stock New Yorkers—that I gathered under a phrase from a prayer I said since childhood: “banished children of eve.” Some were imaginary, some reconstructed from random facts and fragments inherited from my family, some, like Stephen Foster and John Hughes, real.

I listened as they mumbled, murmured, shouted, revealed themselves. They prompted me, guided me, led me through the vale of tears and weeping, laughter and rejoicing, that each generation travels in its own way. They gave me back the past and reminded me of what I thought I didn’t know. They taught me that the borders of our native land are the borders of our hearts.


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This essay is the last in a series of three responses to the book Why Liberalism Failed by Patrick J. Deneen.


Both Samuel Moyn and Bryan Garsten turn Tocqueville, an abiding presence in Patrick Deneen’s Why Liberalism Failed, against Deneen’s own conclusions. Both are generally more sympathetic to liberalism than Deneen, and believe that, as Moyn puts it, “remedies are possible within modern liberalism to bring out its virtues and contain its vices.” Finally, both Moyn and Garsten pick up on the book’s curious ambiguities. Moyn insists that Deneen doesn’t seem to actually believe his more extravagantly pessimistic claims. After all, at the end of his more or less unrelenting polemic, Deneen admits that whatever replaces liberalism will have to acknowledge its achievements, though he is rather vague about how one might separate these from liberalism’s vices. Garsten expresses pointed concerns about the favor shown to “relatively closed communities of meaning”; and while Deneen admits we can’t go back to the Middle Ages, it’s also true that his chief criticism of liberalism is that it undoes traditional habits and ways of life and the virtues that supposedly support them. He also occasionally concedes that liberalism is a richer tradition than his rhetoric sometimes suggests—that it is the inheritor of ideals from both the classical and Christian traditions, and that its aspirations have often been quite noble. By the end of Why Liberalism Failed, I confess that I was frustrated that these nuances were mostly tacked on to the beginning and end of the book—why not actually have them inform the main argument?

It’s important to realize, however, that this is typical of anti-liberal polemics from the traditionalist right. It’s easy to rail against an amorphous thing called “liberalism,” to which you attribute much of what’s wrong with the world; it’s significantly harder to specify which features of liberalism we should reject and to grapple with the consequences of doing so. Which rights and freedoms associated with liberalism—or more precisely, whose rights and freedoms—should be curtailed? What sacrifices will have to be made, and by whom? Far safer to leave it all rather vague, expressing dismay about “the sexual revolution” or “multiculturalism” and “diversity,” than to specify just who would bear the costs of finally putting liberalism behind us. We know who suffered in traditional communities, and the inequities and prejudices that the past can hand down to us. We should not forget the injustices that have been all too traditional. I wish more anti-liberals would think harder about what defending “tradition” against the claims of equality meant even just a few decades ago.

Why Liberalism Failed is also a surprisingly abstract book. It portrays a world in which almost no one makes actual political decisions; liberalism just inexorably works itself out, a magical, corrupting essence. In its very first pages, Deneen invokes “a political philosophy conceived some 500 years ago,” before noting that “some 70 percent of Americans believe that their country is moving in the wrong direction”—thus drawing a straight line from Hobbes and Locke to our present discontent. In one of the book’s most telling features, liberalism is consistently assigned a peculiar agency: liberalism does this or that, demands this or that, and so on. As someone who writes about ideas, I admit it’s easy to slip into that kind of shorthand. But in this case it’s not just shorthand: the device is actually essential for the book’s conception and execution.

If Deneen were to attribute agency to real people who make decisions about how to live together, rather than making them the mere plaything of ideas, then he would need to be more specific about where we went wrong. Instead of (not unreasonably) lamenting the role of “technology” in our lives, he might have to decide whether we should blame liberalism for antibiotics as well as for the smartphones to which we’re all so addicted. Is the former part of the sinister, Promethean desire to seek “mastery” over nature that sprang from the mind of Francis Bacon? If not, why? Instead of conflating liberalism and unbridled capitalism, Deneen would need to tease out their complicated relationship in history—and decide whether or not the recent “populist” revolts were fated centuries ago (from Locke to “Lock Her Up,” one might say) or have more recent causes, such as four decades of neoliberal economics. In short, Deneen would have to grapple with specific choices in the history of recent politics—choices that were never inevitable—instead of making sweeping claims about the unavoidable consequences of “liberalism.” Of course, it might turn out that all these slopes really are quite slippery; maybe we can’t have antibiotics without also expecting smartphones, or maybe once we move beyond a world of yeoman farmers we are destined for the most rapacious forms of global capitalism. But rather than proving that liberalism has a destiny—that it always will grow more destructive over time—Deneen simply assumes it.

It’s not surprising, then, that he doesn’t have much to say about what might come after liberalism. How could he? It would require a totally different style of analysis. He does endorse Rod Dreher’s “Benedict Option,” and recommends more robust “home economies.” But if liberalism is as pervasive and destructive as Deneen says it is, I doubt such experiments in localism will be an effective response. Won’t the supposedly jealous god of liberalism cut them down before they can gain a real foothold? I understand the impulse to avoid constructing just one more “ideology,” but surely setting forth political principles and suggesting what institutional arrangements might sustain them is not too much to ask. I want anti-liberals to describe what the world they want to live in would actually look like.


I still want liberalism’s best ideals to be realized, and think they can be. I want to extend its promises to those it has not yet reached.

I don’t want to be unfairly critical of Deneen, who is a beloved former teacher (without a doubt the most generous and engaged professor I had in graduate school). Why Liberalism Failed is a bracing read; it pushes us to ask first-order questions about the foundations of liberalism, about the assumptions that might lurk behind contemporary debates. But liberalism is not all, or only, Bacon, Hobbes, and Locke; it is not just progressives who assume they are on the “right side of history”; it is not all technology run amok. It’s also the belief, to cite Thomas Jefferson (perhaps dubiously), “that the mass of mankind has not been born with saddles on their backs, nor a favored few booted and spurred, ready to ride them legitimately, by the grace of god”; it’s also Franklin Roosevelt and the New Deal, Isaiah Berlin’s pluralism, and Judith Shklar’s demand that we avoid cruelty. And given the rising tide of anti-liberal politics all around us, it is important to write about these matters with nuance and precision.

I make these claims from the Catholic left and as an editor at a Catholic magazine that has long struggled to hold the Catholic faith and liberal democracy in creative tension. So I share at least some of Deneen’s criticisms of liberalism, especially liberalism at its most individualistic and most subservient to propertied interests and existing structures of power. I, too, am wary of “libertarian” iterations of liberalism, and I’ve argued, in agreement with Deneen, that liberal politics can easily become too technocratic, too prone to an illusory “neutrality,” too ignorant of the way its health can depend on moral resources outside of itself. Only, I don’t believe any of this means that liberalism is simply a poison tree. Liberalism is a rich and varied tradition, not reducible to “possessive individualism.” For these reasons, I’m not willing to declare that liberalism has “failed.” I still want its best ideals to be realized, and think they can be. I want to extend liberalism’s promises to those it has not yet reached.

Deneen, for example, laments the inequality that ravages our society, as do I. But I don’t know how appeals to traditional communities and the disciplines they impose will fix that. Instead, I look to the burgeoning set of arguments on the left about, say, Medicare for All, the necessity of robust unions, better and more democratic corporate governance, a universal basic income, and investment in infrastructure. I mostly agree with Daniel Bell that one can be liberal in politics and socialist in economics. What liberalism proposes formally—equality—I want to make a substantive reality. That often entails going beyond liberalism’s own modest requirements. Such proposals, though, constitute a different stance toward liberalism than Deneen’s, one that is both more dialectical and also less fearful of “the state,” viewing it not as an agent of individualism but as the vehicle to achieve a more decent and just society. We have to confront capitalism, not hide from it. Something like democratic socialism is in this sense not the negation of liberalism, but its fulfillment.

Critics of liberalism, whether those like Deneen who have a fondness for the Benedict Option or those Catholics now agitating for “integralism,” tend to imagine communities in which all social problems are settled ahead of time. Maybe by defending liberalism, whatever my criticisms of it, I’m defending politics as an ongoing, open-ended endeavor rather than a menu of self-sufficient theories that wish away our most pressing dilemmas and challenges.

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This essay is the second in a series of of three responses to the book Why Liberalism Failed by Patrick J. Deneen.


When I first heard about Patrick Deneen’s new book, Why Liberalism Failed, I assumed it was one more version of the standard reactionary talking points. Over the decades and centuries, the illiberal bill of particulars is pretty consistent, making up a by now dog-eared breviary dusted off for mass consumption in moments of crisis. This one, I assumed, would narrate a declension, after high medieval plenitude, from William of Ockham to the opioid crisis.

This now-hoary countertradition bowdlerizes liberalism, and then compares it with some allegedly superior alternative, past or future. And there is a paradox about the critique of liberalism. It is probably most relevant and useful at times of complacency, precisely when nobody is paying attention to its exaggerated complaints and admonitions. Even then, the totalistic bent and utopian solutions of most such critiques miss the point of any authentic reckoning with liberalism’s current situation. And then the breviary of illiberalism risks becoming noxious when crisis allows it a new look—precisely when even thoughtful and well-meaning opponents of liberalism risk becoming defenders of the worst outcomes, or at least paving the road to hell with their good intentions. Something like this occurred in the 1930s, and there are lessons there.

But I had to give up my assumption that Deneen was merely recycling this illiberal countertradition yet again—though that is a large part of his agenda—when I read Adrian Vermeule’s review of the book for American Affairs, which weirdly gave me a kind of hope. Like revolutionaries, reactionaries police one another for impurity, and because Vermeule found Deneen’s critique of liberalism still too liberal for his taste, I suspected there was something more in Deneen’s book to work with. And there is. Deneen mounts his case in a way that ultimately saves it from becoming the boring rehash of reactionary memes one might otherwise fear.

But it does have to be read with an admittedly large squint to reach this conclusion. “Panicked responses from people who are so unnerved by the things we point out,” Rod Dreher wrote in a blog post about Deneen’s book, “resort to wildly distorting, even lying, about our books to keep the chaos they portend at bay.” Possibly, but it is also fair to read an argument that strays into reactionary Kulturkritik against its own purposes, if it can serve better ones. After all, today stands in need of a measured and sober critique of dominant forms of liberalism, rather than either an unthinking defense or rejection of them.

Let me advance my reading by scrambling the expected roles of this author and this reader. For it turns out that Deneen’s errors are due mostly to Karl Marx, while the most beneficial truths in his book are due to Alexis de Tocqueville—and there are more truths where these came from. Swapping out Marx for more Tocqueville allows the baby to be saved from the bathwater of Deneen’s argument. For those who want to celebrate their Christian roots, it is nonetheless possible to defend some embattled liberal ideals, and even to denounce how many liberals have allowed those ideals to be compromised. If my rereading of Why Liberalism Failed is convincing, Deneen will have written, not yet another tedious screed against liberalism, but a valuable contribution to our common future.

Deneen’s Marxist errors consist in three premises—first, that there is something called liberalism that is a take-it-or-leave-it system, and second, that it has dug its own grave to make way for some allegedly beneficent successor. Neither of these first two premises (I’ll get to the third later) is credible.

Amazingly, there is something valuable left in the book once you give up these first two dubious premises. In fact, for what it’s worth, I don’t think Deneen really believes them anyway. He not only concedes that liberalism conserves some good things from the past, but also that is a permanent bequest for any future. And while arguing that liberalism has self-destructed, in the end Deneen, unlike some other critics of liberalism, is sensitive to the high costs of many foreseeable alternatives, starting with our current leader’s politics. For both reasons, it turns out that Deneen is an advocate of saving liberalism from its own worst tendencies. Once you drop his incredible premise that there is some unified system producing these pathologies through its own workings, a system that will stand or fall as a unit, it turns out that he recognizes the real challenge of today as to isolate the bad and replace it with the good.

Which is where Tocqueville comes in. There is a lot of Tocqueville in Deneen’s book, but mostly the wrong parts. Repeatedly invoked are the bad claims about the freestanding genius of local community—since Tocqueville understood localism to make sense only in relation to non-local ideologies and structures. Even more unconvincing are the Cold War platitudes about the lurking threat that arises when atomized individuals submit to governmental tyranny, as if the contemporary neoliberal state were not a dysfunctional and shambolic mess. Gone, meanwhile, is Tocqueville’s clear sense that modernity is a providential event that realizes God’s plan on earth by recognizing the freedom and equality of individuals in a way Christendom itself had failed to do. (Sadly, Deneen is a touch—or more—euphemistic on this point, writing that the Middle Ages canonized freedom and equality but did “not always consistently recognize and practice” them. I suppose that is one way to put it.) Lost, too, is Tocqueville’s belief that remedies are possible within modern liberalism to bring out its virtues and contain its vices. Missing, above all, is Tocqueville’s Romantic commitment to individual self-creation as the chief good contemporary life allows to more people than ever, a goal that can be reconciled with democracy, and around which the latter ought to be organized.


The problem is that Deneen takes such a Marxist view of liberalism as a total system that has dug its own grave that he neglects the real task, which is an ideological rescue mission and an institutional reform.

Instead of sifting the possibilities of modernity as Tocqueville did, Deneen calls the game. The main reason he does so is that he mistakes libertarianism for liberalism, and takes his Marxism a fateful step further. Among other things, Why Liberalism Failed is a new version of Marx’s “On the Jewish Question,” in which liberalism is condemned for its frequent reduction to transactional egoism and material hierarchy. But if liberalism is not take-it-or-leave-it, then it need not entail a break with premodern metaphysics that leaves the individual permanently alienated from nature and society.

Rather, as Tocqueville understood, liberalism also emerged in a Christian form that saw individual distinction as what made human beings most godly, even when they found the need to depart from religion to achieve it, or strove to describe their ideals in secular terms. In my favorite passage in Democracy in America, Tocqueville renounces painterly naturalism, praising Raphael for “trying to do better than nature,” precisely by depicting the incarnated God in man. Those who insist on enforcing some alleged natural constraints or treating our children as sites for the endless reproduction of social norms might (again Tocqueville) “copy the models before their eyes wonderfully well,” but when they do so “imagination seldom adds anything more.” In other words, it was liberals who rescued the kernel of the Christian project for secular times—the achievement not only of a community of free equals, but one that put the premium on individual and collective originality on earth, which is as close as humans get to what religion once forced people to worship as if it were in the skies.

It is true that libertarianism, unlike Tocqueville’s liberalism, creates hierarchy and is undemocratic, but only insofar as it is a disaster for, and heresy within, liberalism. Deneen’s reductionist Marxism keeps him from seeing this. He talks a lot in this book about how liberty is not the same as license and how inequality is bad. That liberalism too requires a theory of constraint as well as a commitment to freedom, and must search for devices to keep itself from devolving into a vulgar economism, is not a reason to junk liberalism. It is a reason to pursue it in its most persuasive guises.

Deneen offers page after page of coruscating attack on John Stuart Mill. Like his great British successor and student, however, Tocqueville dreamed of reconciling individual self-creation with community and democracy, and with a modern political economy of abundance—one Mill ultimately concluded would have to be socialist. As Deneen knows, Tocqueville was much more sensitive than Mill to conservative institutions that could be defended on new grounds once one recognized the service they provide to liberals. We can debate which of them was right about particular institutions, but surely there is no reason to believe that all the forms of custom and community that Deneen prizes are irreconcilable with individual distinction, or with democracy. The challenge is locating the right institutions, whether inherited from the past or invented afresh. But it is much better to face this challenge than to follow Deneen and Dreher in ruefully counseling people to drop out, or reactionaries like Vermeule in insisting on a full-blown replacement of liberal institutions with an “integralist” order.

In summary, I prefer to read Deneen’s book under a new title, Why Neoliberalism Failed. The real problem with the book is not that Deneen depends on freedom of speech, a liberal achievement, to say what he wants, or that he denounces the tyranny of states that are barely able collect taxes or run trains. It is not that he relies on ultramodern technology like passenger jets and Twitter accounts to spread his gospel of technological enslavement. No, these are just ordinary hypocrisies of which all moralists (including myself) are guilty. Rather, the problem is that Deneen takes such a Marxist view of liberalism as a total system that has dug its own grave that he neglects the real task, which is an ideological rescue mission and an institutional reform. This task involves saving our political parties from their neoliberal codependency, which has led one to lose control of who its leader is, while the other dithers, flirting with a new Cold War to avoid accounting for its own confusions. And, in Tocqueville’s spirit, this task involves figuring out how to distinguish among different forms of liberalism in order to save the best of these forms from the worst, focusing on the Christian message liberalism brought down to earth for the sake of a less conformist and prostrate form of individual and collective existence.

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Held over Advent weekend, the service now takes place over three evenings, with the final service being held on Advent Sunday. The service is a magical experience, a feast for the senses and has become a highlight of the liturgical year and attracts more than 1,700 worshippers to the special service which plunges the cathedral into darkness until each of the 1,300 candles are lit.
And this year the illuminations from four art works included glowing tree forms, a gigantic light filled globe and a wave of singing lights commissioned on behalf of Salisbury Cathedral's visual arts adviser by Jacquiline Creswell to support the city and extend the message of optimism.

The artworks include Light Wave by Squid Soup, minimalist neon work entitled I Will Turn The Darkness into Light, Lumen by David Ogle RBS and The Light by Richard McLester were switched on as the first of the three Advent Processions came to a close and the congregation departed and will stay in place until February 3.

Each service commences in total darkness until a single advent candle is lit. Over the course of the hour, two processions wend their way through the cathedral, lighting 1,300 candles. The service reaches a crescendo with Fantasia and Fuge in G minor by J S Bach.

Precentor, Canon Dr Tom Clammer said: "Darkness and light, movement and colour, shimmering robes, haunting music and te advent of God in scripture invite us into te journey. Here is the promise of glory, the promise that whatever the darkness which besets us may be, yet it is scattered by God's light. here is the invitation of hope."

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Programa de 2 de Dezembro de 2018


1.ª parte:

1 - David Sylvian, Jan Bang & Erik Honoré - Uncommon Deities - The God Of Silence 2 - Ian William Craig - Thresholder - Idea for Contradiction 1 3 - Ian William Craig - Thresholder - The Last Wesbrook Lament 4 - Demen - Nektyr - Niorum 5 - Hilary Woods - Colt - Black Rainbow 6 - Resina - Traces - Lethe 7 - Gustav - Rettet die Wale - Genua 8 - Endless Melancholy - Fragments of Scattered Whispers - Will You Be There 9 - Grandaddy - Last Place - A Lost Machine 10 - Lisa Morgenstern - Chameleon - Journey to the End of the Night 11 - Mark Kozelek And Desertshore - Mark Kozelek And Desertshore - Brothers 12 - Kraków Loves Adana - Call Yourself New - Never Quite Right 13 - Emma Ruth Rundle - Some Heavy Ocean - Living With the Black Dog 14 - Meg Baird and Mary Lattimore - Ghost Forests - Painter of Tygers


2.ª parte:

15 - Elliott Smith - XO - Pitseleh 16 - Ry Cooder - Paris, Texas (OST) - Paris, Texas 17 - Geir Sundstøl - Brødløs - Blunder 18 - Grand Salvo - Sea Glass - Field of Flowers 19 - James Elkington - Wintres Woma - Any Afternoon 20 - Distance, Light And Sky - Gold Coast - Don't Go Dark on Me 21 - Chihei Hatakeyama - Afterimage - The Smell of Darkness 22 - Perfume Genius - Not For Me - Not For Me 23 - Mount Eerie - Clear Moon - The Place I Live 24 - Frakkur - 2000 - 2004 - SFTLB9 25 - Shannon Wright - Division - Lighthouse (Drag Us In) 26 - Ed Harcourt - Beyond The End - Keep Us Safe 27 - Radiohead - A Moon Shaped Pool - True Love Waits


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This past weekend, director Michael Dougherty brought a new teaser trailer for Godzilla: King of the Monsters to Tokyo Comic Con, and at the event he told fans that the full new trailer would be arriving this week. Many then reported that it had been delayed, but Dougherty himself confirms on Twitter that like he […]
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          Comment on Trump: Mueller “a Much Different Man Than People Think” by Glenn Harrison      Cache   Translate Page      
I have a personal saying, "the demons eat their own." The Holy Scriptures state that "sin has a season," then it requires a payment. In other words, there is no free lunch. One of my personal opinions is that God the Father is patient, forgiving, and hoping for acknowledgement and repentance. But doesn't God have a limit for sinful acts and ill behavior? Those in the Deep, Dark, Dank, Demonic, and Dammed State may very well have had pushed the bounds of attacking President Trump and others who have supported him. I have faith that Team Trump will be fine... and that great things still will occur for our Great Country.
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This the tombstone of Wilhelm Dietrich, located in row 2 of Zion Lutheran Cemetery, Schumm, Van Wert County, Ohio. The marker is inscribed: Hier Ruhet in Gott Wilhelm Sohn von Adam & Maria Dietrich Geboren Den 15 Sep 1862 Gestorben Den 15 Juni 1863 Here rests in God, Wilhelm, son of Adam and Maria Dietrich, …

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Broadway San Jose welcomed the touring company of Rodgers + Hammerstein's Cinderella, which made a short stop at the San Jose Center for the Performing Arts bringing with it the magical music of Richard Rodgers and Oscar Hammerstein II. It also brought some social satire and feminist moxie thanks to a fresh new book by Douglas Carter Beane which was nominated for a Tony Award for Best Book of a Musical in 2013. In Beane's hands, Cinderella is an empowered young woman whose kindness and agency help the prince wake up to the problems that the peasants of his kingdom are facing. Oh, and yes, they fall in love.

Kaitlyn Mayse is enchanting as the plucky Cinderella who, with the help of Crazy Marie, a.k.a., her fairy-godmother, attends the ball in style. Zina Ellis is wonderful as the homeless-woman-turned-fairy-godmother, her soaring soprano as impressive as her magical costume transformations - William Ivey Long won a Tony Award for his designs - which elicited delighted gasps from the audience. At the ball, the prince (a beguiling Lukas James Miller) finds Cinderella not only beautiful but also very kind.

In his research for the show, Beane discovered that the last line of the French version of Cinderella (there are lots of others) read, "And the moral of the story is beauty is a wonderful thing to find in a woman, but kindness is a much greater gift." His deference to this morality is readily apparent, though, in the role of step-sister Charlotte (the delightful Janna Johnson), we still see the coupling of girth with unattractiveness. Still, the focus on kindness and having the demands of the peasants brought to the attention of the prince through the activism of Cinderella and Jean-Michel (an awkwardly wonderful Nic Casaula) are refreshing and welcome additions. While the show was progressive, the casting lacked diversity. It stood out, in this age of Hamilton and Black Lives Matter, but that just might be the next phase for this magical show.

November 30 to December 2, 2018
Rodgers + Hammerstein's Cinderella
Book by Douglas Carter Beane
Music and lyrics by Richard Rodgers and Oscar Hammerstein II
Broadway San Jose
Photo: Carol Rosegg

          The Triumphant Return of "I, Nomi"      Cache   Translate Page      

Peaches Christ Productions proudly presents I, NOMI. The unoriginal, original story of the girl...before and after the show. Starring Off-Broadway sensation April Kidwell

After a fabulously successful and totally sold out premiere I, Nomi triumphantly returns to Oasis Nightclub January 3rd, 4th and 5th.

Three performances only!

Advance Tickets at

"The coltish April Kidwell, as Nomi, is a wonder. She is tireless, fearless and performing circles around Elizabeth Berkley's portrayal in the movie. Her vibrant physicality and knowing humor are a potent riposte to the story's rabid misogyny." - Andy Webster, The New York Times

"Her energy fuels the show, and watching her, you get the feeling that she could power a city with her sweat. Her performance is a tour de force." - Rich Juzwiak, Gawker

"April Kidwell is a fearless comic performer, delivering her lines like an orc and dancing like an orangutan, even as the script dictates that her boobs be sent flying from the opening scene." - Lily Janiak, SFGate

(San Francisco, June, 2018) In any discussion of the all-time greatest female movie characters, there are certain names that are always guaranteed to come up: Dorothy Gale, Scarlett O'Hara, Holly Golightly...and Nomi Malone. And if you don't think she belongs on that list, let's just hope she doesn't find out-this one's got a temper.

As played by Elizabeth Berkley in Paul Verhoeven's immortal 1995 cult classicShowgirls, Nomi is an ambitious young woman of indeterminate origin who hitches a ride to Las Vegas with a single dream: to dance. And dance she does, first as a topless dancer at garish strip club The Cheetah, and then as a (still topless) dancer in the Stardust's glitzy hotel show, Goddess.

After bearing witness to Nomi's meteoric rise and abrupt departure at the height of her fame, we're left with many questions: who the hell was that woman? Where's her family? What "different places" did she come from? What exactly was her history with doggie chow? And what manner of destruction will she inflict upon her next location after fleeing Vegas?

You could ask Elizabeth Berkley these questions, but what does she know? She only played Nomi once! The real answers lie with the foremost theatrical interpreter of Nomi Malone and Berkley's other iconic role, Saved by the Bell's Jessie Spano: acclaimed actress/singer/comedienne April Kidwell.

After originating the role of Nomi in Bob and Tobly McSmith's Off Broadway musical Showgirls! The Musical! and reprising it for the show's west coast premiere run in San Francisco, Kidwell has played Nomi soooooo many times and knows every last thing there is to know about her. And now, she's ready to share that knowledge with the rest of us.

Written and produced by Kidwell and directed by Michael Phillis (of the cabaret smashBaloney), I, NOMI is Kidwell's raunchy, raucously funny one-woman imagining of the adolescence and life beyond Vegas of our favorite feral heroine. Featuring outrageous original songs and more than a few bombshells, this is a ferocious and empowering night of musical comedy for the #MeToo movement. You'll laugh. You'll cry. You'll paint your lips on way too big while having epileptic orgasms. And when all is said and done, you'll walk away saying, "Nomi? No. ME."

The show begins at 8 p.m. on Thursday, January 3rd, and at 7 p.m. on Friday, January 4th, and Saturday, January 5th. Doors open 60 minutes before showtime.

Advance General Admission: $20
Tickets available online at

$35 Premium Seating / $25 General Admission

Oasis Nightclub
298 11th Street
San Francisco, CA 94103


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La Policía de la Ciudad de Buenos Aires detuvo este martes a una de las personas sospechosas de haber atacado el 24 de noviembre pasado al autobús en el que Boca Juniors llegaba al estadio de River Plate para disputar el partido de vuelta de la final de la Copa Libertadores.

Fuentes policiales informaron de que el detenido es Matías Sebastián Nicolás Firpo que, según la investigación, había cambiado de apariencia física para intentar ocultarse, y cuyo domicilio en la localidad bonaerense de Lomas del Millón fue registrado.

Firpo está imputado por la fiscal Adriana Bellavigna por los delitos de daño agravado por producirse en el marco de un espectáculo deportivo, impedir la realización de un espectáculo deportivo de carácter masivo con concurrencia pública y promover la formación de grupos destinados a cometer delitos.

Firpo fue identificado tras un análisis de las distintas imágenes grabadas de los hechos.

"Debido a que Matías Sebastián Nicolás Firpo cambió su apariencia física después de los incidentes, los investigadores tuvieron que probar con diferentes fotos obtenidas de las redes sociales que muestran los cambios físicos del imputado durante los meses precedentes al pasado 24 de octubre", explicó el Ministerio Público Fiscal de Buenos Aires en un comunicado.

Por el momento no se dieron más datos sobre el detenido.

El encuentro de vuelta de la final de la Copa Libertadores, que había sido programado para el sábado 24 de noviembre, se pospuso porque hinchas de River Plate lanzaron piedras y botellas al autobús que transportaba a los jugadores de Boca al estadio Monumental e hirieron a algunos de ellos.

La Confederación Sudamericana de Fútbol decidió entonces que la final se disputara "fuera de territorio argentino", en Madrid, el próximo domingo, al no cumplirse las condiciones de seguridad para jugarse en Argentina.

El Gobierno de Argentina y el de Buenos Aires apuntan a que el ataque fue organizado por los barras bravas de River y que tuvieron relación con la incautación, el día anterior, de 300 entradas para el encuentro y 7 millones de pesos (unos 180.000 dólares) en registros que incluyeron el domicilio de uno de sus líderes, Héctor 'Caverna' Godoy.

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          Comment on #BN2018Epilogues: Ireju Has Learned to Throw Out All Her Plans by Adeola      Cache   Translate Page      
Authentic writing. May God continue to give you and us all the strength to forge on......
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As you can see my reaction up there like i am short of words, but dear i guess by now youve been found byYOUR PRINCE if not i would suggest you totally rely on God for the right person because i believe its much more stressful when you keep wishing and guessing with every guy you cone across. Dear just spend time enjoying your singleness. Most single people think the martied ones are better off than them, its a FAT LIE for every stage we go through in our lives its vital to our final destination, your single years is not less important than your would be married years. So, enjoy your journey deliberately because hmmmm marriage invloves alot of absence to self (not all the time though) sacrifice, tolerance, forgiveness and communication if peace must reign, its like taking up a life time project, no be moimoi. Now is the only time you have to think of you.
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"God Knows Best", "It is well" insensitive, religious speaks that Nigerians use instead of just keeping quiet or simply saying a prayer. I want to say, if it is well, why is this person dead? In my angry state sometimes I think, you loose a loved one and then tell me "how well it is". That God knows best or not is not the issue. I honestly did not use to say anything when someone lost a loved one. I will be the one buying groceries and bringing them/ organzing outings and events. Now, all I say is I am so sorry, my thoughts and prayers are with you. Preferably with catered food/cash ( people don't realize how expensive funeral arrangements cost, even a small no party funeral)/ gift basket or a combination of these things. Dear author, I pray strength for you and your entire family. We have all experienced letting go of all our "plans". One thing I have learned in the recent years is that control is an illusion.
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Thank you for sharing your year so eloquently. My heart goes out to yours on your devastating loss. I am thankful for your friend Dee, who told you that it's fine to be angry at God and ask why. God understands all your feelings, even if you try to hide them because society says you should. And He's perfectly fine (and would rather) your honesty - remember He already knows how you feel! Sending hugs to you now and in the coming year. God bless.
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Okpete... Na wa oh, its people like you who deserve the government of Sani Abacha for real! Wake up my dear sister and smell the coffee before it’s too late! Infrastructure for where? ‘Infrastructure’ funded by loans from the Chinese that will take 100’s of years for your grandchildren to repay via taxes. Infrastructure consisting of trains from the North to already overcrowded commercial hubs of Nigeria. And what will those people be coming to do? Uneducated and unskilled due to the Fulani rejection of science and advancement, all they will bring is their message of death and destruction, so far isolated to Yobe and the like, to places like Lagos, (because now they have train) Government Salaries have not been paid in 18 months (Yobe State) Governors are stealing (Ganduje) Jihadist “herdsmen” (sponsored by forces in power who also sponsor Boko Haram and aided by the military) are killing ethnic Indegenues and driving them from their ancestral lands. Nigeria is not at war, and yet refugee camps are increasing (IDPs) If you don’t take care, there’ll be more refugee camps in Nigeria than Somalia! Food is so expensive because of scarcity of basic foodstuffs (because how can you have abundance of foodstuffs when the same farmers who will grow that food is being killed because of cow)? Be sitting there and waiting for the final act of ethnic cleansing, but some people have woken up and thank God the Bishop is sounding alarm for those who are too scared to talk, for fear of arrest, ruin of business etc. Foreign investors see all this and they will not invest their hard earned money into the cemetery Nigeria is becoming, so be there and be a zombie! May God bless the Bishop. To Buhari -you and your kind evil ways is what has destroyed the North and turned most of the North into a wasteland of illiterate zombies, almajiris and Islamic ingrates, imbibed with Sharia, whilst you send your children abroad to school and advance themselves in non sharia Abuja. The good Lord sees all, Sir, and if these your crazy ways are working return to Daura and form your own colony/new country, continue your Islamist ways there, no wahala. Once you’ve divided the country, you people can even introduce Arabic as the official language for the new country of the North, importing your fellow Fulanis from other countries to populate if you need, your Malian, Chad and Cameroonian Janjaweeds. The South will continue forwards without the slave chains of the Backwards North to drive it to the 8th century. Haba! ENOUGH IS ENOUGH!
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This is a well written piece @Ireju. Your year was truly eventful. I thank God for your friends who stood by you and the Holyspirit for bringing comfort. You will flourish in 2019 God willing
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DEEP STATE          


Mueller’s Intricate Cover Up of Deep State Spying on Trump

RUSH: Michael Cohen has begged a federal judge for mercy after his guilty plea. I should tell you, Paul Sperry, who writes for the New York Post and Real Clear Politics, took a look. He did a deep dive into Cohen’s plea that has been publicized by Mueller. We’ll link to it at I’d have to read the whole thing to you, basically get in the weeds, but his conclusion is that this plea deal actually exonerates Trump, but that that’s not the way Mueller is gonna end up reporting this.

Now, Rudy Giuliani is out joining the criticism of Mueller because it’s apparent from Jerome Corsi and Manafort that what Mueller is doing, which we discussed last week, is trying to force people to say what Mueller wants them to say. He’s trying to force people to lie in order to make the case that Mueller wants to make. And Giuliani is now calling Mueller out on this as well. So Cohen apparently has done this. Cohen has apparently told Mueller what he wants to hear about some things, particularly his Trump Tower meeting.

And again, folks, I can’t stress enough here, this is so crucial and so important to illustrate how actually literally bogus all of this is. The original Russian collusion story that the media and the deep state reported for now two years is that the Russians and Trump got together and conspired — they really want to use conspiracy instead of collusion, but they don’t dare. And they haven’t needed to. Collusion people are interpreting it to meet conspiracy anyway. See, conspiracy is a crime. Collusion isn’t. And that’s why they have to be very careful in not using the word “conspiracy” ’cause there isn’t any crime here.

They have literally created the impression in nearly half this country’s population that the Russians tampered with votes and that Trump was aware of it and agreed to let them do it in order to benefit from it, i.e., being elected president, Hillary losing. This is what they made the American people think the Mueller investigation is.

I can’t tell you the number of left-wing Democrats and American leftists, the Democrat voting base who literally to this day still think that’s what all this is and that Mueller has the smoking gun, the silver bullet or what have you. And Mueller doesn’t have anything of the sort because nothing of the sort happened. So now Mueller has got these witnesses and he’s asking them to say various things that may not have happened. Manafort, Jerome Corsi, they’re alleging that this is what Mueller is doing.

And, by the way, the reason I tend to believe it — I don’t know either Manafort or Corsi — but the reason I believe it is because the same people on Mueller’s team did this exact thing during the Ted Stevens trial, the senator from Alaska, and during the Enron trial. They did the exact same thing.

And, in fact, get this! James Comey has been subpoenaed