In Praise of Crichton

The Wall Street Journal praises Michael Crichton’s perspective.

Crichton, who died this week of cancer, will not be remembered as a brilliant prose stylist. But he knew how to hold reader attention, and he had an inventive mind that led him to write novels — 26 in all, along with screenplays and works of nonfiction — that concerned the problematic intersection of science, technology, public policy and ordinary life. A medical doctor by training, Crichton knew better than to treat scientists and technologists as a priestly class, immune from temptations of fame, profit or power.

Conservative Policy Answers

“What should conservative Christians focus on politically over the next four years?” Several leaders give their answers.

I’ll say simply that we should pray in earnest about politicians, neighbors, and bringing God glory in every area of life. We can also speak the truth politely and thoughtfully. Don’t get mad anymore. Get passionate.

Snippet

Tonight, a snippet from a scene I’ve had in my mind for a long time. It’s basically my memory of a conversation I listened to while working in a shipping and mailing room, years ago. Someday I may work it into a book, if I find a place where it will be of some use.

“People think I don’t know nothin’, but I know a few things,” said Ray as he used the slide to cut a length of corrugated cardboard from a roll at the left of his workbench. He quickly cut the length into short sections, then piled them on top of one another to fill space at the top of the box he was packing. His motions were sure and practiced, though his hands trembled a little.

“They didn’t believe you?” asked Bill, a thinner, younger man. Bill was working at the bench behind Ray, unfolding a fresh carton as he reached for the sealing tape.

“They said it was nothin’. They wouldn’t listen to me. These young snots, they think I’m all old war stories, don’t know what’s goin’ on around me. So what if I like to have a few drinks now and then, fall down sometimes? It don’t mean I’m ignorant.”

“That’s sure enough,” said Bill.

“The apartment was right next to mine. I noticed it before anybody else, but pretty soon everybody could smell it. I went to the manager and told him. He said, no, you’re wrong. He said the guy’d gone on vacation, left some garbage in there.”

“Huh,” said Bill.

Their workbenches were gray. The box conveyer to the left of the benches was gray, too. So were the steel supply shelves, and some genius from the Facilities Office had recently brought in painters to give the walls two tones of fresh gray.

“I told him, I said, ‘I was in the war. I’ve smelled dead bodies before. You listen to me. There’s a dead body in there.’”

Outrage

This makes me furious.

This is ghastly. If you are a parent with elementary schoolchildren, you will hit the roof. A teacher in Cumberland County, N.C. near Fort Bragg (NOTE: she is no longer in Asheville) was caught on tape by Finnish documentarians making a film about Barack Obama’s supporters. The teacher, Diantha Harris, uses the classroom as a propaganda vehicle to shove her politics down the children’s throats.

I haven’t watched the video. I can’t. It would raise feelings in me that I’m not prepared to deal with.

This is what can happen when you’re absolutely convinced that you’re morally right, and that your opponents are contemptible. Treating them (or their children) in vile ways not only becomes permissible, but becomes a positive moral good. Because you’re saving them from themselves, you see?

And yes, Christians do this too, all the time. (This teacher is probably a Christian, if it comes to that.)

That’s why Jesus spent so much time trying to drill into our heads how we ought to treat our enemies.

Tip: Michelle Malkin

History in advance

And that’s the end of that.

No, I don’t mean the election season (though good riddance), but the fall leaf season.

Up till now it’s been unseasonably mild, and most of the leaves still clung to the trees.

Today, after a warm dawn, the barometer dropped like a bowling ball, and rains and clouds rolled in on Harleys. At the center of the front was a nasty wind that lasted only long enough to strip the trees clean.

This weekend, raking. Except that it might rain again.

Since I did such a crackerjack job predicting the election, I’ll go right ahead and tell you what I think the Obama presidency will be like.

Franklin D. Roosevelt II. Continue reading History in advance

How Casual Friendship Softens Things

At the end of my work day, I frequently talk to a lady who is starting her’s. She cleans part of the office building where I work. She’s a nice grandma, who has some leg and joint pains which I pray for when I remember. We’ve talked mostly about the weather. I wish I could say we praise the Lord together, but we’ve done that only three or four times so far. Mostly we chat about little things.

I haven’t asked her about political issues or pushed any serious theology into my statements. I did ask her if she would watch the presidential debates and when she would vote. She caught a bit of the debates, I think. They don’t say important stuff in those things, you know. She voted yesterday.

I don’t think I told her last week about the multi-congregation service I attended the last October Sunday. I sang in the choir, barely using the music because the notes to sing weren’t all printed. We had to pick it up by ear. The pastor, who teaches at the church from which most of the choir came, said he felt he had left Obama territory for McCain territory, judging by the bumper stickers in the parking lot. Some choir members who were over my shoulder murmured a bit of affirmation to the soon-to-be president elect.

I laughed a bit. It didn’t bother me to disagree indirectly with them.

I don’t know that I heard anything from Obama on the campaign trail that I agreed with. I don’t think I have hoped for a moment that he would keep his word on a certain campaign pledge. I’ve even accused him of lying to us, like Bill Clinton did in his campaign and in office. Obama seems like a nice professional, but I really don’t know him. I don’t know if his cool exterior hides a wicked heart, and I shouldn’t assume it does–beyond theological terms.

But today, I talked to a woman who thanked the Lord when she heard Obama would be our next president. She almost cried too.

That softens the political edges for me. I don’t know how many, if any, of his stated policies she approves. She may not have thought through the issues. But a black man will serve (Deo Volente) as the 44th President of the United States. And she’s a black woman.

That isn’t colorblind, and it isn’t a good reason to vote for anyone. But it is a good reason to give respect to whom respect is due and honor to whom honor is due. I can’t demonize someone I respect.

Orwell Takes a Page from Luther

Did Martin Luther lay a foundation for George Orwell?

Luther’s stand against authoritarianism foreshadowed our use of ‘plain reason’ and personal judgement, says Sandison, or empiricism and individualism, as we might say. Luther siezing on St. Paul’s “Prove all things” to defend his position provides ” a motto not only for himself, but for that moral and intellectual movement which was to exert, down to our own day, a major creative influence on the development of Western culture.” [via Books, Inq.]

Disorganized thoughts on the day after

First of all, to any Democrats who happen by, congratulations on a successful campaign. May your candidate be as wonderful as you think he is.



You’ve probably heard about the near-tie
between my senator, Norm Coleman, and an Anime character named Al Franken. Coleman ended up with just a few hundred more votes. A recount is mandated by law.

This is one of those situations where a voter can say to himself, “Good thing I got out and voted. My vote really does count.”

Except it really doesn’t follow. If somehow my vote gets disqualified, it won’t lose the election for Coleman by itself.

I guess it’s one of those “universalization” exercises you do in Ethics class. “If I break the rule, nothing will probably happen. But if everybody breaks the rule, bad consequences will follow. So I’d better follow the rule, even when I recognize that my own influence is negligible.”

But that doesn’t really satisfy me. Probably because I have low self-esteem, and should just avoid that kind of thought entirely.



I’m a little bothered
by all the talk that says, “It’s a great day because America has elected its first African-American president.”

I can understand that black people in this country probably feel pretty good today, and I respect that. They’ve got it coming. It’s been a long time.

But it seems to me that framing it in those “significant because he’s black” terms is kind of… creepy. Like saying the man’s a credit to his race.

It seems to me, race is either something or nothing.

If it’s nothing, then it’s as meaningless when it’s seen positively as when it’s seen negatively.

If it’s something, then it matters as much when it’s seen negatively as when it’s seen positively.

And I don’t think we really want to have this discussion as a nation.

As you can tell, I didn’t get much sleep last night.

Michael Crichton dead at 66

(CBS) Best-selling author and filmaker Michael Crichton died unexpectedly in Los Angeles Tuesday, after a courageous and private battle against cancer, according to a statement released by his family. He was 66.

More here.

Tip: Five Feet of Fury.

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