Ratz!

Ratzinger_1That’s what I’d be saying if I was disappointed.

But I’m not!

I’m delighted!

YEE-HAW!!!

God bless Benedict XVI!

Man, he wasn’t even done with the Urbi et orbi and I was wanting his first encyclical already.

Good money it’ll be on relativism and hook directly into apologetics.

Habemus confusion

So sometimes the smoke, it’s not so clear whether it’s grey like black or grey like white.

Yesterday’s first appearance of smoke led to cheers in St. Peter’s Square until it became clear that the smoke was black.

Back in 1978, the opposite happened, when the white smoke was initially mistaken for black after the election of John Paul II.

So John Paul II, he said, we should do bells now, not just smoke. You don’t hear bells — no habemus papam.

Okay. But there’s this little problem.

The bells in St. Peter’s Basilica, they ring at noon.

Every day.

This morning they rang at noon as the cardinals were breaking for lunch — after another unsuccessful vote.

While smoke was billowing from the chimney.

Nobody at the Vatican thinks, maybe during the conclave we shouldn’t ring the bells at noon, when people are listening for bells to see if habemus papam?

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Why Dems Losing Culture Wars

On the other hand, not everyone is as comfortable with unrestrained vulgarity as South Park conservatives are.

One particular group that feels less than joyful when vulgarity is being pumped through their TVs are parents with children at home.

Whether South Park conservatives will get less comfortable with filth as they morph into parents is an open question at this point. But what is certain is that an awful lot of parents out there are not comfortable with the tidal wave of filth that is crushing their children thanks to the crudification of TV, movies, and music in our culture.

That kind of thing can have negative political consequences for you if you’re a political party cozying up to Hollywood and other culture poisoners.

SO SAY ONE DEMOCRAT REGARDING HIS OWN PARTY.

EXCERPT:

If the Democratic chieftains in Washington really want a window into why heartland residents are tuning out our party, they should stop huddling with loopy linguists from Berkeley like George Lakoff and just start reading Frank Rich’s commentaries in the New York Times. There they will find a perfect distillation of the arrogance and narrow-mindedness that typifies the cultural thinking of our elites–and turns off red-state voters.

In the view of Mr. Rich and his acolytes, freedom in our culture has been "under attack" ever since 9/11. Indeed, Mr. Rich has argued that this attack is being led by "new Puritans" who want to "stamp out" all that is "joyously vulgar" in American culture and who are fomenting a "government war against indecency" to get the job done.

Once you get past the absurdity of Mr. Rich’s hyperbole–vulgarity, joyous or otherwise, is hardly in retreat–the implications of this mindset and the battle lines it establishes are clear. On one side are the forces of freedom, tolerance, diversity, modernity; on the other those of repression, intolerance, conformity and zealotry. And if you’re not exactly enamored of watching titillating stunts and ads at the Super Bowl with your 6-year-old, you’re part of the TV Taliban.

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South Park Conservatives

Southpark There’s a new term you’re probably going to be hearing a lot of (if you haven’t been already): South Park conservatives.

The idea of South Park conservatives is that they’re, well, conservatives who like the vulgar cartoon show South Park, which skewers politically correct nonsense on a regular basis.

The reason you’ll be hearing a lot of the term is that some folks have been arguing that there are an awful lot of South Park conservatives, and since they’re younger (on average) that most voters, they represent the wave of the future.

HEREZA STORY FROM TECH CENTRAL ON SOUTH PARK CONSERVATIVES (CHT: Southern Appeal.)

The saga of South Park conservatives is also the focus of a new book by author Brian C. Anderson. He writes about them in

THIS BOOK ADVERTISEMENT THINLY DISGUISED AS NEWS ANALYSIS.

EXCERPTS:

For decades, with few exceptions, a liberal sensibility dominated American humor. From Lenny Bruce to Norman Lear’s "All in the Family" to today’s "Will & Grace," the laughs came at the expense of fuddy-duddy conservatives and bourgeois conventions.

But new media have allowed a new kind of cutting-edge humor to emerge, one whose primary target is the Left.

The anarchic, vulgar archetype of this anti-liberal spirit, which gives my book its title, is Comedy Central’s brilliant, and wildly popular, cartoon series "South Park," depicting the adventures of four foulmouthed fourth-graders.

"South Park" sometimes shows a socially conservative streak — one episode actually mocks pro-choice extremism, when Cartman’s mother, Liane, decides to abort her son — then in the third grade.

She goes to the "Unplanned Parenthood" clinic. "I want to have an abortion," she tells the receptionist.

"If you don’t feel fit to raise a child, then abortion probably is the answer," the receptionist tells her. "Do you know the actual time of conception?"

Liane: "About—eight years ago."

"I see," the receptionist says, "so the fetus is?"

Eight years old, Liane says, matter-of-factly.

"Ms. Cartman, uh eight years old is a little late to be considering abortion," says the receptionist.

Liane registers surprise, and the receptionist elaborates: "Yes — this is what we would refer to as the ‘fortieth trimester.’ "

"But I just don’t think I’m a fit mother," Liane laments.

"Wuh? But we prefer to abort babies a little earlier on," the receptionist notes. "In fact, there’s a law against abortions after the second trimester."

Later, Liane discovers, to her horror, that the word "abortion" means termination of life — and not the same thing as "adoption," as she had mistakenly thought — she abandons her plans.

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Performance Art

More and more, these days, the question of whether art-imitates-life or life-imitates-art is becoming another chicken-and-egg question. Take, for example, this case of, uh, performance art:

"A Berlin couple plan to have their first baby at an art gallery, the gallery owner said on Saturday, confirming a newspaper report.

"’It’s a gift to humanity, a once in a lifetime thing,’ Bild newspaper quoted Winfried Witt, partner of mother-to-be Ramune Gele, as saying.

[…]

"About 30 people are expected to attend the birth, scheduled for April 24. They would be told to come to the gallery as soon as the 27-year-old Gele’s contractions became regular, Witt was quoted as saying."

Although the "performance" will be taking place in an art gallery, apparently this will not be an open exhibit:

"[Gallery manager Johann] Novak said the gallery, which usually shows installations and video art, would be closed during the birth. ‘The private aspect will be maintained,’ he said."

Uh huh. That’s why all the details are being released to the media. So we can maintain privacy. At least the article reports that not everyone is finding the proposed masterpiece fitting for a gallery exhibition:

"Another gallery owner in the street said: ‘I find it mad.’"

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