Ah, the drama of British politics.
"Is this a dagger which I see before me,
The handle toward my hand?" (Macbeth)
Commentary by Michael Wade on Leadership, Ethics, Management, and Life
Should Attorney General Loretta Lynch have had a private meeting with former President Bill Clinton?
Back by popular demand: The Leningrad Cowboys and a noted back-up group.
All labor that uplifts humanity has dignity and importance and should be undertaken with painstaking excellence.
Two dozen bodies lay in duct-tape-patched nylon sleeping bags atop cardboard folded for padding against the pebbled, cigarette-butt-and-bottle-cap-littered earth. Empties were discarded around the sleepers, duffels and packs were torn open, contents spread in the dark, waiting to be gathered at first light. Animal tracks wound around the packs and the bedding; a stray dog had been sniffing around last night. Above was the roar of automobiles on a crumbling freeway, so dilapidated and overdue for resurfacing you could glimpse through cracks the sooty undercarriage of cars passing overhead; and higher, on reinforced pylons straddling the old road, was the elevated skyway, one of the new toll roads that whisked the wealthy from mansions to airports. Smog rose in crowning layers and somewhere up there, presumably, was blue - had to be - though most days you saw only brown smudge.
I found this brief video at David Kanigan's blog to be beautiful with more than a touch of melancholy.
This is going to be one interesting presidential race.
Be more concerned with your character than your reputation. Character is what you really are. Reputation is what people say you are. Reputation is often based on character - but not always.
Evil strikes at the Istanbul airport.
Back by popular demand: Here is an old but interesting column by Sam Steiger who was one of the true characters of Arizona politics. It appeared in the Prescott Courier. Key excerpt:
Me, a wizard? Until a week ago, I was an astronomer contentedly designing telescope optics. Looking back on it, I'd lived in an academic dreamland. All these years, never planning for the future, right up to the day my grant money ran out.
If depressed you are living in the past. If anxious you are living in the future. If at peace you are living in the present.
Mark Armao on ten notable novels about the immigrant experience.
David Frum writing in The Atlantic. An excerpt:
The idiot who praises, with enthusiastic tone,
Charles Street, the principal thoroughfare on Boston's Beacon Hill, is a comfortable street bordered by four-story brink buildings with apartments above antique stores and other shops on the ground level. At one time on one block American flags regularly hung over the entrances to the United States Post Office and the liquor store. Then the Post Office stopped displaying the flag, and on September 11, 2001, the liquor store flag flew alone. Two weeks later seventeen flags flew on this block, in addition to a huge Stars and Stripes suspended across the street a short distance away. With their country under attack, Charles Street denizens rediscovered their nation and identified themselves with it.
Consider the magnitude of what has just happened. Against the warnings of experts, the pleas of the vast majority of MPs, the wishes of almost every capitalist, and overtures from Brussels, a majority of British people have said No to the EU. They’ve done the thing almost everyone with power and influence said they shouldn’t: taken a leap into the dark; chased after the devil they don’t know in preference for the one they do; taken a big, exciting risk with the very nature of their nation. They have — let’s just say it — rebelled, and rebelled against virtually every wing of the establishment.
From this Vox story, one of my favorite quotes of the week:
Pottermore: The trailer for "Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them."
The idea of a classless, fully egalitarian society first emerged in classical Greece. Ancient Greece happened to have been the first country in the world to recognize private property in land and to treat land as a commodity, and hence it was the first to confront the social inequalities that result from ownership. Hesiod, a contemporary of Homer (seventh century B.C.), in the poem Works and Days extolled a mythical "Golden Age" when people were not driven by the "shameful lust for gain," when there was an abundance of goods for all to share and mankind lived in perpetual peace. The theme of the Golden Age resounded in the writings of the Roman poets Virgil and Ovid; Ovid spoke of the time when the world knew nothing of "boundary posts and fences."
Your vocation is when your deep gladness and the world's deep hunger meet.
Althouse: Donald Trump seeks to win over the Bernie Sanders supporters.
A thinking system based on argument is excellent just as the front left wheel of a car is excellent. There is nothing wrong with it at all. But it is not sufficient.
This post at Anderson Layman's Blog prompts this reaction: I truly grieve for anyone who has not read the Aubrey-Maturin series by Patrick O'Brian.
I've read plenty of Locke, Machiavelli, Marx, Bakunin and others but in my opinion the greatest insight on political power and human nature can be found in The Federalist Papers.
Pacing oneself by appropriate withdrawal is one of the best approaches to making optimal use of one's resources. The servant-leader must constantly ask: How can I use myself to serve best?
Yes, this is a strange year.
On many occasions, black soldiers clashed with outlaws and Mexican revolutionaries, and campaigned against determined, skillful American Indians in a new, daunting landscape. Black troops were involved in hundreds of skirmishes, from Beecher’s Island to Wounded Knee. They even ventured into Mexico as part of Gen. John J. “Black Jack” Pershing’s Punitive Expedition after Pancho Villa’s March 1916 terrorist raid on Columbus, New Mexico. During the course of their Indian Wars military encounters, 18 brothers in arms would be recognized for valor above and beyond the call of duty that resulted in the presentation of the Medal of Honor.
Nelson Rockefeller is not a patient man. For the most powerful member of the most powerful family in the most powerful nation on earth, time is a commodity, like wealth, women, art, and talent, to be experienced on his terms. To a staff assistant with the temerity to point out that he is running late for an event, Rockefeller replies tartly, "That's your problem, not mine." As good as his word, Rockefeller left both British prime minister Harold Macmillan and the newly crowned Pope Paul VI to cool their heels while he dallied in art galleries.
There is no "scientific" way to set objectives for an organization. They are rightly value judgments, that is, true political questions. One reason for this is that decisions stand under incurable uncertainty. They are concerned with the future. And we have no "facts" regarding the future. In this area, therefore, there is always a clash of programs and a conflict of political values.
Part of my schedule for the first of this week involves the care and feeding of chickens.
January 10, the seven-hundred-and-fifth year since the foundation of Rome, the forty-ninth before the birth of Christ. The sun had long set behind the Apennine mountains. Lined up in full marching order, soldiers from the 13th Legion stood massed in the dark. Bitter the night may have been, but they were well used to extremes. For eight years they had been following the governor of Gaul on campaign after bloody campaign, through snow, through summer heat, to the margins of the world. Now, returned from the barbarous wilds of the north, they found themselves poised on a very different frontier. Ahead of them flowed a narrow stream. On the legionaries' side was the province of Gaul; on the far side Italy; and the road that led to Rome. Take that road, however, and the soldiers of the 13th Legion would be committing a deadly offense, breaking not only the limits of their province, but also the sternest laws of the Roman people. They would, in effect, be declaring civil war. Yet this was a catastrophe for which the legionaries, by marching to the border, had shown themselves fully steeled. As they stamped their feet against the cold, they waited for the trumpeters to summon them to action. To shoulder arms, to advance - to cross the Rubicon.
Time lists the professions with the most psychopaths.
A patron of Starbucks is analyzed at Eclecticity Light.