This is Bo Gritz. (Gotta love that name.)
I’ve never heard of him before, but he’s a former green beret who has a hairbrained (and non-violent) scheme to save Terri Shiavo’s life.
You read it and you think: This can’t work.
Until you read that it’s worked for him before.
(Cowboy hat tip to the reader who sent it!)
TIDBIT: The show was very kindly guest hosted by John Martinoni but technical difficulties caused us to lose him after the second break and I had to solo-host the remainder of the show.
HIGHLIGHTS:
TIDBIT: The show was very kindly guest hosted by John Martinoni but technical difficulties caused us to lose him after the second break and I had to solo-host the remainder of the show.
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As someone who does freelance editing and who writes business letters in the course of my daily work, there are few things that tick me off more as an editor and writer than a poorly-composed business letter. A well-composed, thoughtful letter can persuade; a sloppy letter can close hearts and minds.
As a grumpy editor and writer, I picked out about five stylistic points that would have had me winging this letter back to its composer with marks for change. However, I’ll grant bragging rights to the commenter who can spot the number-one error in this letter that is intended to plead a very important case.
Two hints: One, it’s not a matter of content. Two, check out the title of this post.
(Nod to Bill Cork of Ut Unum Sint.)
I am not a fan of horror fiction because I figure that the front-page of my local newspaper is scary enough, thanks. However, work sometimes compels me to flip through factual horror books. Case in point: Culture of Death: The Assault on Medical Ethics in America by Wesley J. Smith, a lawyer and opponent of the euthanasia movement. After scanning through several chapters, I marched over to see a friend and told her that if I ever was unable to speak for myself she was to tell anyone and everyone that I wanted to live. The horror stories Smith recounts are scarier than anything Stephen King could envision.
Smith has a blog titled Secondhand Smoke. Check it out!
A character in one of my wife, Martha’s, favorite books makes the observation that one proof of the divine life of the Catholic church is that it has survived so much bad art and music. Bad hymns have always been with us, but I find many of the new "praise chorus" type of songs to be especially mind-numbing.
The other day I was trying to figure out why this was so and, among other things, I realized that there is no harmony to the current songs we use in our local church. None. Melody lines only.
Now, I am an adult convert, so I don’t know if maybe some of you cradle Catholics might remember harmonizing at Mass. When I was a li’l Baptist, singing in harmony just happened naturally. Men took up the bass or baritone, usually, with women and kids grabbing the tenor or soprano parts. Not that we sounded great or anything, but it was kind of neat.
Along with the fact that many of these new songs’ lyrics and melodies sound like they came from a Barney episode, the lack of harmony helps to make them really, well, boring.
There is also another aspect I’ve just recently noted that I will tell you about in the form of the following Song Parody, sung to the tune of "One Bread, One Body"…
One note, for each word,
One syllable,
One melody that’s sung by all.
And we, though many, here in this church,
We all are singing just this one note.
A character in one of my wife, Martha’s, favorite books makes the observation that one proof of the divine life of the Catholic church is that it has survived so much bad art and music. Bad hymns have always been with us, but I find many of the new "praise chorus" type of songs to be especially mind-numbing.
The other day I was trying to figure out why this was so and, among other things, I realized that there is no harmony to the current songs we use in our local church. None. Melody lines only.
Now, I am an adult convert, so I don’t know if maybe some of you cradle Catholics might remember harmonizing at Mass. When I was a li’l Baptist, singing in harmony just happened naturally. Men took up the bass or baritone, usually, with women and kids grabbing the tenor or soprano parts. Not that we sounded great or anything, but it was kind of neat.
Along with the fact that many of these new songs’ lyrics and melodies sound like they came from a Barney episode, the lack of harmony helps to make them really, well, boring.
There is also another aspect I’ve just recently noted that I will tell you about in the form of the following Song Parody, sung to the tune of "One Bread, One Body"…
One note, for each word,
One syllable,
One melody that’s sung by all.
And we, though many, here in this church,
We all are singing just this one note.
LEARN MORE ABOUT ST. PATRICK’S DAY CELEBRATIONS.
LEARN WHY THE ANNUAL "ST. PATRICK WASN’T CATHOLIC" NONSENSE IS A CROCK OF BLARNEY.
READ ST. PATRICK’S CONVERSION STORY.
(Oh, great. Now that I’ve recovered from having "BadgersBadgersBadgers" and Oklahoma! running through my head, now there’s Creedence Clearwater Revival doing "Green River.")