It ain’t true.

By way of Conservative Grapevine.

I watched a couple more movies on DVD over the weekend. First I rounded off the Pirates of the Caribbean trilogy. The last movie was quite a mishmash, wasn’t it? In a way, in contrast to most viewers, I actually liked the last two more than the first.

Oh, Pirates III was a mess. No question. Whatever possessed the people at Disney to start the movie the way they did, knowing that lots of children would see it? I have to assume they got a really bad shipment of cocaine in Beverly Hills that week. And how were we supposed to build sympathy for a bunch of characters who kept betraying one another? Continue reading Pirates, Beowulf, and heroism →

I don’t follow the Olympics, even when they’re held in countries I like (except, of course, for Norway). But I’ve heard a lot of talk today about how the Olympic organizers replaced video of an actual little girl who sang a solo at the opening ceremonies, and replaced it with that of a prettier little girl, lip-synching to the first girl’s voice.

I’m amazed that anyone finds this surprising.

This is China, still a Communist, regimented society. The reason we care about the feelings of a little girl is because we’re burdened with the cultural baggage of the West. For the progressives of China, a little girl’s feelings are a matter of no consideration at all.

They tell me the whole opening ceremony production was a tour de force of human beings made to operate like pixels on a computer screen. Why should Beijing care about any one of those human beings? If one of them were to drop dead, he could be replaced by another human being, equivalent in every way.

For the Communist Chinese, you can give a little girl a pony, or you can shoot her in the head. Either course is good or evil, not because of what it does to the girl, but because of how it effects the Great Movement.

Tonight, children, a story. An epic adventure with danger, passion, deadly battles, journeys to far-off lands, and… magic! Or at least the rumor of magic.

My fellow Viking reenactors probably wouldn’t like me to say this (we try to discourage the use of the word “barbarian”), but if there was ever a genuine, real-world Conan the Barbarian, it must have been Harald Sigurdsson (1015-1066), known as “Hardrada” (or Hard Ruler, but not till after his death, and certainly not to his face), king of Norway from 1047 to 1066. If there’s a more sprawling epic made out of a single life in world history, I don’t know about it.

Harald was the half-brother of King Olaf Haraldsson of Norway, better known as St. Olaf. He shared his brother’s exile when he fled to Russia (about 1028), and was fighting at his side (he was only fifteen years old) when Olaf died at the Battle of Stiklestad in 1030. Then followed another flight to Russia. After that he journeyed to Constantinople, where he became the captain of the emperor’s bodyguard, the Varangian Guard, which at that time was made up entirely of Scandinavians. He fought a number of successful campaigns for the Empire, an enterprise that proved so profitable that he was accused of malfeasance and imprisoned. He managed to escape (with the loot), and returned to Russia (where he married a princess), and proceeded home to Norway. Continue reading King Harald and the flag →

Despite my reservations about the tone of the article (“How do we know the Epicureans were so great? Because they weren’t Christians!” More or less), I find this story utterly fascinating.

The unique library of the Villa of the Papyri in Herculaneum, buried beneath lava by Vesuvius’s eruption in AD79, is slowly revealing its long-held secrets.

By way of Mirabilis.

We had our annual Viking Youth Camp on Saturday, at the Danish American Society in Minneapolis. For a change we had a pretty nice day, by August standards in Minnesota. It was warm, but not stinking hot, and it was humid, but that’s not as bad if it’s not stinking (see above) hot.

Unfortunately the good weather wasn’t matched by good attendance. A lot of people who’d said they’d come didn’t show. So perhaps we’ve fallen under the classic Catch-22: If the weather is bad, it’s too lousy to come to the camp, and if it’s good, we can go up to the lake instead.

My charge for the day was to oversee the Stone Toss Game. It’s a game played with stones and stakes in the ground, kind of like horseshoes, except that there are limits to the science you can apply, because the uneven stones and the uneven ground make every toss a surprise.

I noted that the littler the kids were, the better they seemed to do at the game, as if proximity to the ground gave them the home court advantage. The exception was a somewhat older kid, perhaps Junior High age, who racked up a phenomenal six points, something I’d have sworn was impossible. I was later told he’s borderline autistic, and wouldn’t be at all surprised if that didn’t give him an advantage in some way.

Avoidance, alas, doesn’t seem to confer any benefit at all.

A man of Finnish and Norwegian descent wants “U.S. Postal Service to add kilts as a uniform option for men.” He says the current uniform chafes. He said, “there are plenty of approved uniform items that very few mail carriers wear, including a cardigan sweater, vest and pith helmet.”