Salmagundi


Wednesday in Holy Week
O Lord God, whose blessed Son our Savior gave his back to
the smiters and hid not his face from shame: Give us grace
to take joyfully the sufferings of the present time, in full
assurance of the glory that shall be revealed; through the same
Jesus Christ thy Son our Lord, who liveth and reigneth with
thee and the Holy Spirit, one God, for ever and ever. Amen.

The DoD decal on my windshield is more than admission to military bases; it and the primary ID card in my wallet are outward and visible signs of an inward and personal being of which those who have them are never unmindful. It was gratifying to see General David Petraeus emerging humbly from his exile. As a leader and a man he has been held up beside General Eisenhower, a comparison that is not unfair to either one. Different circumstances might have seen him going higher as Ike did in our time. It could be both well and refreshing to see other than ambitious politicians at the top for a change.

Although fellow naval officer John McCain evolved into an enormous disappointment.
Shades of Saddam. At first a character from The Three Stooges, the egomaniacal Li’l GeeMoe of PRNK is bent on picking a war to prove his masculinity. Like every other strutting Mussolini, he will bring on deaths of many innocents with his own death. The situation is escalating to dangerous, critical. May not many places be in smouldering ruins before we are done with his vanity. It’s time to stencil his homely face on a PGM, but it is not time for another shock and awe debacle.
Frank, for traveling mercies.
Supreme Court continues same sex marriage hearings. Both reasoned and rabid advocates on both sides. It is our nature to evolve. And to resist change. And to be impatient. Also has become our nature to cram our convictions down each other’s throats to end a conversation. The Constitution is whatever the Supreme Court says it is, for the moment, from time to time, also evolving. If they dismiss, society and culture will deal with it over time. With folkways and mores inexorable is the mate of evolving.
The words are great this morning. OK for potpourri, but my favorite is salmagundi. And mixing it up, goulash stirs memories of the food service line at the Univ of Florida in the mid-1950s, scrumptious, incomparably delicious Hungarian goulash.
TW