Let's get real over Egypt, shall we?

There is much, much talk on the radio about the “democratization” going on in Egypt. If that’s what you want to call it, fine. The usual talking heads are telling us we need to be supportive of (a) the mobs and/or (b) a chastened Mubarrak who will, after seeing the light, allow the incremental establishment of a good, just, wonderfully free society where there had been, hitherto, none.

Stop it. Please.

There is no Democracy Fairy waving a magic wand over the Great Unwashed and presto-ing them into bicameral government and constitutional law. That so many believe in this Fairy is the delusion of our own favors- because we here, in this unique country, a true aberration of history, enjoy a democratic form of self-governance, we believe all shall want, and shall have, our fortune.

Ain’t gonna happen.

Foist of all, you gotta remember we were thrown out of every perfectly good country in Europe and Asia because we are, collectively, a mongrelized bunch of malcontents who chafe at authority and will pick a fight with anyone at any time for any reason. Not the docile, wheat threshing peasants the kings and dictators of the Old World desired. So, they gave us the ole heave-ho, and we, somehow, managed to throw together a type of governance that works well for our temperament. Our temperament. No one else’s.

Twoist, all of the dog-poor dirt eating countries over which we fret have had at least 200 years to take the measure of our success and decide if this is the way to go. Please note, they haven’t. They remain as dog-poor and dirt eating as they were at about, oh, say, the year 1132. Christian calendar. The only persons in those dog-poor countries who had even a modicum of democratic urge made there way here and are now fat, dumb and happy Americans, and to them, mazeltov, welcome, good to have ya. But the home countries remain dog poor.

Why is that? Because the rage in their hearts and the urge to kill Boris’ goat is far more important than self-governance. They are peasants in their thinking, and always will be. So, the chances of something similar to Congress and the electoral college emerging from the looting of the Alexandria museum is slim, to none.

I hope I’m wrong. Please feel free to let me know if it turns out I am. But the only evangelization you can do is religious, and the person evangelized has to make a personal decision. You can’t evangelize a form of government. That’s what the Soviets do. Or did. Or are still doing, who knows with those guys.

A country has interests. Not friends. Protect those.

Culture vulture

The Schlubster has been a bit remiss with his reporting on the local theater scene, but shall remedy. The  Schlubs attended both Shakespeare Theater productions of Henry V and Richard II, in repertory (I have no idea what that means, it just makes me sound edumacated). I can sum up both productions here:

Eh.

It seemed more like going through the motions than real effort. The two more famous soliloquies, the St. Crispan's Day speech and the This England spiel, respectively, were just a point in the play, barely delivered with any of the passion either requires. Indeed, the play was halfway through both before I realized we were there. As I said, eh. Workmanlike, standard, nothing to write here about.

By contrast, Corneille's The Liar. Absolutely hilarious.

Now, you don't usually see 'absolutely hilarious' paired with a French play, but a doff of the toque to Shakespeare's production because this one had me in stitches. Yes, a bit of a brush up on the text, with a reference to cell phones here and there, and those elicited the necessary chuckle. But what made it a riot, the whole thing was in verse. Oh, man, the timing, the timing.

Go. See. It.

April 15 rally at the Washington Monument

Uh, for the previous post below, you might have to click on the image to see the hidden celebrity. For now, photos from the latest rally just a few days ago. There were, I'd say, about 20, 22,000 people there scattered from the Monument down to the stage. Very calm crowd, rather laid back, enjoying the show. Ray Stevens, Guitarzan himself, did a few songs, quite funny. The guy is still singing strong. Victoria Jackson did her "Commie in the White House" thing, which was good, and there were lots of speakers, including Lord Moncton ( I probably misspelled that), Tucker Carlson, and, uh, Ron Paul. How he got away from his keepers, I don't know:

Fair and balanced 

The handsome guy is Baby Schlub, doin' the old man proud. In the middle is the counter-protest, thanking Obama like he wanted. On the right, of course, is the refutation.

My sentiments exactly.

Cap, the Continental Army, and a President.

Not fans, these.

Code Red Rally: Celebrities!

How many can you identify? Hint: Most are Congressmen:

Yes, the Black Caucus, hoping someone will yell something disparaging. Which no one did, except "Boooooooo!" Lots of thumbs downs, too. But that's it. Believe me, if anyone HAD yelled what is alleged, the crowd would have made that person a greasy spot in about two seconds.

Oh, Schlub ran into one of his heroes:

Code Red Rally continued

Oh, let's do some more:

The sign says "Proudly Voting No." Don't know who's office, but good on ya, mate.

Code Red Rally: Congressional Office Buildings.

Here's some photos I snapped while standing at the Cannon then Rayburn office buildings (or was that the Longworth? Eh, whatever!):

Hey! What? I've STILL got a Blog???

Apparently, I do. And, yes, Schlub has been quite remiss, neglecting his duties and leaving the two or three of you who actually look at this thing in the lurch. So, to make up for it, I bring you:

PICTURES!

These are a couple of shots from the big Code Red Healthcare rally back in March, you know, the one with the alleged racial epithets hurled at the Congressional Black caucus? I say "alleged," because I was standing right there. More pictures to follow: