This is the 2nd of three guest posts I did for Ladd Ehlinger’s site back in late 2011.  I’m reprinting them here (With Ladd’s permission) because I think the election of Donald Trump is a significant event in the culture wars and these posts (and the follow ups that I intend to write) serve to explain what happened to our friends on the left who are still pulling out their hair over the events of November.  While Ladd’s old blog isn’t there you can find the original piece via the wayback machine.

One of the things about the passage of time is that it changes perspective.

In the 50’s the producers of the British TV series The Adventures of Robin Hood used Ring Lardner Jr., unwelcome in the US for TV capposter1work due to his communist connections (which he stated as late as 1987 he did not regret) under an assumed name to write episodes that he gleefully described as attacks on Capitalism. When viewed today, however, these stories that supposedly celebrated collectivism instead come across as a love letter to the Catholic Church and a bastion against tyranny. A message that modern liberals, normally happy to view Lardner’s work, do not appreciate.

This dynamic comes to mind when examining the 1937 pictureCaptains Courageous starring Spencer Tracy, Freddie Bartholomew and Lionel Barrymore.

Let’s look at the IMDB summary of the plot:

Harvey Cheyne is a spoiled brat used to having his own way. When a prank goes wrong on board an ocean liner Harvey ends up overboard and nearly drowns. Fortunately he’s picked up by a fishing boat just heading out for the season. He tries to bribe the crew into returning early to collect a reward but none of them believe him. Stranded on the boat he must adapt to the ways of the fishermen and learn more about the real world.

It sounds like a liberal wet dream: A rich kid, one of the 1%, throwing his weight around and oppressing his schoolmates, made to see how the other half lives and taken off his high horse. Give that summary to a liberal film teacher who hasn’t seen it and they will book a showing in their classroom faster than you can say “racist tea party”.

Alas poor liberals, it turns out the movie is chock full of conservative themes and highlights modern liberal foibles.

You would think the early scenes showing poor little rich kid Harvey (Freddie Bartholomew) throwing his weight around in school, at the school paper and playing on other student’s fears of joblessness to be full of promise for our instructor, but unfortunately Harvey seems to resemble a Harvard yard occupod, a member of the elite, a child who has never been disciplined or told “no”. That resemblance hits too close to home for our socialist instructor, the vision of too many campus protesters come to mind.

It takes a plan gone wrong for his widower father (Melvyn Douglas) to bluntly inform Harvey that his sobbing act will no longer work. Determined to get more involved in his son’s life, he includes him on a trip to Europe by steamship where, as he hides over horseplay, he promptly falls overboard. If he had drowned our instructor could have talked about the bad karma of wealth but instead Manuel Fidello (Spencer Tracy) a fisherman from the Schooner We’re Here, out of Gloucester Massachusetts, fishes him out of the water and takes him aboard the ship and the Movie shifts.

Once again our instructor has hope, our rich kid is among the common men, the 99%.

At first the Captain (Lionel Barrymore) is willing to let Harvey’s attitude go and offers to make him part of the crew beside his son Dan (Mickey Rooney). He refuses to work, he starts ranting about sending the entire crew to jail unless they take him to New York, disrupting the ship.

Remind you of any group of people protesting in the streets lately? Remind you of an entire generation of children who will have what they want when they want it from their $600 iPhones to the latest video games? Our film instructor is torn seeing a mirror and not liking the reflection, and that’s where one of the pivotal moments in the film takes place.

Captain Troop, with the good of the ship and the livelihood of the entire crew to worry about, notes he can’t risk months of fishing on a boy’s yarn. When Harvey still rants Troop finally concludes: “I guess there’s nothing left for it.” He rears back and gives Harvey a slap that knocks him flat. Harvey for perhaps for the first time in his life doesn’t know what to say:

You HIT me!

“Now you just sit there and think about it.”

It is here, with the establishment of discipline, that the movie begins to shift. Harvey gets out of the way a bit but still refuses to work. The crew believes that Harvey is a “Jonah” because he is a passenger and not a crew member insisting Manuel do something about it as he fished him out. Manuel reluctantly takes him under his wing and slowly through trial and error begins teaching him the realities of life.

Harvey, now given direction and discipline for the first time in his life, slowly warms to Manuel as a father figure and mentor and Manuel, still missing his father, warms to him. The situation comes to a head as Manuel and Long Jack (John Carradine) get into an argument over hand lines vs. a trowel. Manuel wagers his new razor vs half a buck that that he and Harvey can out-catch LongJack and his partner Nate. When Harvey manages to catch a halibut Manuel is proud like a father, but Harvey apparently Harvey hasn’t shaken his old scheming habits.

Disappointed, Manuel brings Harvey back to the ship and finishes the day fishing alone. Easily losing his bet, he brings his razor in payment to Longjack who stayed out fishing despite injuries, and hooks in his skin from his tangled trowel. He insists someone had fouled his lines. Manuel tries to laugh it off but as Longjack gets angrier Harvey steps in, admitting what he’s done not just to Longjack and the crew. When Jack prepares to go after him Manuel is ready to throw down.

From this point he begins to earn the crew’s respect and begins to learn the ways of a fisherman. We see the boats at the final fishing area rushing to fill their holds and sail for home. Troop seemingly fills his hold first, but his arch rival Walt Cushman as we have seen a few times before, has stolen a march on him and the race for port is on. Both ships cram on all possible sail, and after a game of chicken it looks like Troop has the race won, when tragedy strikes.

Spencer Tracy death scene

Here again, we see a different set of values.

Manuel doesn’t rage against fate, he doesn’t blame Troop or the race, telling his captain that he’ll beat Walt Cushman next year. He simply accepts his fate, says goodbye to Harvey, declares that he’s going to see his father, and then drowns.

Here is a person, comfortable, well off, pampered and well educated, a person told all his life how special he is and given what he wants when he wants it. As if that isn’t enough he has just managed one of the most miraculous feats of luck that one can achieve, being rescued after falling overboard on an ocean liner in the dark in the middle of the ocean without even a life jacket. What is his response to his good fortune? Anger, indignation and demands, after all… he’s entitled.

The end is almost anti-climatic; the ship gets home, and Harvey’s father is informed by wire that he’s alive. He flies back from Europe to find a son changed and matured from hard work and discipline. After a memorial service to the sailors who did not survive the fishing season they head home.

Pity our poor liberal film teacher who can take no pleasure in this picture.

Not from the spectacular visuals of the ships and sailing nor of the performances from a fine cast such including Lionel Barrymore in one of his last roles on two legs, child Star Freddie Bartholomew, who managed a normal life when all was said and done, A young Mickey Rooney, already with ten years under his belt in film and the only actor in history to appear in movies made in 10 different decades, John Carradine, one of the most prolific actors of all time, and of course, Spencer Tracy, in the role that would earn him the first of back-to-back Academy Awards.

Even with all of this history, our instructor is stuck with a picture advancing conservative values, hard work and personal responsibility. Our instructor isn’t even able to take solace in the bringing down of a rich kid, since the catalyst of this entire process is an act that would shock the modern sensibilities of the instructor, who would have had the captain brought up on charges in an instant. In fact, the very concept of a pre- teen like Harvey doing such menial work has been a line of attack on a presidential candidate who dared suggest that those who don’t have the model of a work ethic needed such an example.

Perhaps with a different election cycle it will be less painful, but the illustration and the parallels showing that our friends on the left just are no longer connected with the common man.

That’s why in universities both history and classic film are things the left will want to keep on the shelf.

A few weeks ago we reprinted the first of what will be three pieces on movies and the culture wars on the picture Gunga Din. When getting permission to reprint these pieces I stated that with the election of Trump the cultural significance of these pieces and these movies had increased. Why? Consider this passage from my Gunga Din piece:

Through the entire picture manly virtue is celebrated: It’s celebrated when the survivors of the first battle, after an arduous trek bearing their wounded, form to march into the camp parade in good order. It’s celebrated as Din, with Cutter’s support, dreams of being a soldier instead of a water bearer. It’s celebrated when Cutter allows himself to be taken so Din can give warning. Ballantine refuses to leave his friend in the lurch even for the woman he loves. Cutter and MacChesney endure torture, Din gives his life to warn the regiment, and even the villain of the piece sacrifices himself in the hope of victory for his cause.

These manly values are not only conservative values, but are instinctive human values that since 9/11 the left has been unable to suppress.

The idea of work is a manly virtue, a virtue of labor, sometimes hard and oftimes monotonous but allowing you to support yourself and your family. And while such labor can seem oppressive, particularly to one who has never done it, it confers dignity and independence. It says that come hell or high water my wife and my children will be fed and sheltered and it will be done by my own hand.

But it’s even more than that, it’s also conveys an optimism that given time and effort one’s hard work will be rewarded, either by one’s own success or the success that the work allows one’s family to achieve.

This is the rust belt virtue that the industries so despised by the left has rejected.

And that brings us to Donald Trump.

Trump is a person embraces the manly art of doing, not just as a person who works hard, in the value of labor, but the OPTIMISM of doing the idea that working hard brings rewards!

And part of that hard work is to stand up for yourself, and when Trump bluntly defends American labor, American products, American jobs, even when these things carry a risk, he is illustrating the manly virtue of courage, the willingness to accept risk to achieve a right end.

That virtue is one that our friends on the left are horrified of, and one that comes hard to the cultural elites such as André Leon Talley:

It sounds as though he wanted to play a part in the fashion and design side of the new presidency, but he couldn’t bear the risk.

As we sit in the hotel lobby, he muses: “I’m not a big person in the world. I’m maybe a big figure in the fashion world. I mean, sort of iconic. But I don’t want to get phone calls in the middle of the night, telling me I’ve gone over to Trumpland and I’m going to Darth Vader because I said nice things about Melania…..”

He’s afraid of bullies.

Those bullies of the left can’t intimidate the rust belt worker who has the courage to defy convention and to say to those who would shun him over said virtue and support for Trump.  “Who cares?”

He’s not afraid of the bullies of the left, and that’s why the bullies of the left hate them and Trump so.

Closing thought.  It’s fitting that this piece leads on December 26th because it is the feast of St. Stephen, the very first Christian Martyr who even as the mob screamed for his death had both the manly virtue to stand for the truth as he knew it, and derivative of that virtue the willingness to forgive.


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You know a lot of people today laugh at the idea of Christian sexual morality, and the idea of looking for a husband or a wife rather than just a hook up.

I suspect this woman (via insty) is one of them:

So we had a couple of drinks, and played a bit of Buck Hunter. A couple things came up as we were getting to know each other. I was probing a bit because I knew he was from Texas, and I wanted to find out if he was a Republican, or a bad person. (Not that the two are necessarily one and the same.) It turned out he was pro-choice and an atheist, which was good. We disagreed on gun control, because he’d served in the Marines. San Diego is a big military town, so there are a lot of those types of people around.

So her first test for a guy is “are you anti-God and is it OK if I kill the kid if you knock me up”.   It gets better

But the night progressed. We went out to some other bars, had some more drinks, and he invited me back to his place. I was super excited, because I was really into this guy. We hooked up, and it was incredible. There was a lot face-touching and intense eye contact. He was cool as hell. I was completely smitten.

Just a reminder this was the very first time these two people met.

But things turned south as soon as she saw his bookshelf post sex contained books by Trump and Ann Coulter, they started talking politics and it went downhill from there:

He started talking disparagingly about Black Lives Matter. This entire conversation happened in five minutes, while I was frantically getting dressed to leave. I wasn’t there to argue, and I felt deeply uncomfortable.

I got a Lyft home and I thought I was done with him.

Because nothing says:  “This guys not a keeper” like opposing people who cheer the murder of cops.

Now lets forget the whole hooking up at the first meeting paradigm and consider for a second.  You have a woman in her late 20’s who meets a strong handsome man who she is sexually compatible with and served in the marines which means he is tough and trained in responsibility and would have advantages in securing a job etc.  This would seem like the best possible fish she is going to catch and she tossed it back, but it gets worse:

The next day he messaged me on Tinder. He said, “Hope you’re still not upset over politics LOL.” I explained that it’s hard for me to remain attracted to someone whose views are so different from mine, and who believes in bigotry and xenophobia—which sucked, because the sex was amazing.

Then he said, “Not accepting other people’s beliefs is the definition of bigotry.”

So apparently it was my fault.

So this guy is willing to overlook the argument and looks for a second date but she’s still in full SJW mode and passes.

Now most sensible men would have moved on but he must have seen or felt something he liked because he gave it one more shot a week later.

He sent me a “hey” message a week later, which I never replied to.

And thus the story which concludes with a self-righteous rant about never sleeping with a Trump supporter again ends.

The really sad part, this is likely the best guy this woman was ever going to find, moreover he was willing to overlook their political differences for the sake of getting together, which is key because the real secret to a successful marriage or a relationship if you aren’t interested in one, is the ability to put up with the person you are with.

He had it, she didn’t so at age 27 she tossed her best shot away.

As a Catholic we don’t do fortune-telling but this woman’s future can be predicted in a single image.

cat-lady-starter-kit

Now it’s of course possible that this woman dodged a bullet, that the only reason why this guy was interested was he had established that she was available for risk free sexual release, but I have a funny feeling that twenty years from now she’ll find herself reading and re-reading that post over and over mumbling under her breath the word “stupid” over and over again.

The Darwinist would celebrate this result as an affirmation of natural selection but as a Catholic I’m required to pray for both of these people, because even though her future would be apparent to any member of the greatest generation who held Christian sexual morality in high regard, in the end with God all things are possible and their disbelief doesn’t make that statement any less true.

And after all it’s Christmas time, and I always prefer a happy ending.

Today is the 4th of July there were a lot of parades going on, a lot of cookouts and as I type this there is a new Grille on my back deck purchased today just waiting to be used for the very first time and tonight there will be a ton of fireworks before the day ends and the people who work 3rd shift like me, go back to work to officially close the holiday.

Now there is nothing wrong with cookouts and fireworks and parades and I dearly hope that you enjoyed them, but when it comes down to it I think the best example of what the 4th of July is came from the three things that I do almost every Monday that I have or will do today.

  1. I said my prayers

There is a series of prayers that I do every day A sequence of invocations to mine and other guardian angels, a divine mercy chaplet for my City by ward, A special abbreviated 11 decade Rosary of my own design for particular intentions, A full 20 decade Rosary, A Chaplet of Divine Mercy for the sick and dying (usually before the blessed sacrament) and four scripture readings. On days when I work I start these prayers at midnight, Continue them at 3 AM and then finish them before I get home. On days I don’t work it’s a little less regimented and I do some of them on the fly but with rare exceptions I generally get them in every day.

  1. I went to Mass

Many non Catholics are not aware that while most Catholics only attend the obligatory Sunday mass or saturday vigil Catholics celebrate Mass every single day. This morning I went to the 8 AM mass at St. Bernard’s at St. Camillus parish. We heard the scripture for Monday of the Fourteenth Week in Ordinary Time a reading from Hosea, a snippet from Psalm 145 and the Gospel Matthew Chapter 9. The sermon was on the mercy of Christ. Because this is a holy year When mass was finished I went to St. Joseph Parish, went through the Holy Doors and then proceeded to the old South Street Cemetery to say the prayers to earn a Plenary Indulgence for a family buried there in the early 1800 before heading home.

  1. I’m going to Eucharistic Adoration.

The very moment this post is published I will be heading back to St. Bernard’s at St. Camillus to the Divine Mercy Chapel and take my weekly hour of Eucharistic Adoration which I do every Monday from 6 PM to 7 PM. I’ll pray, read scripture, read catholic material and just spend some time with Christ, present in the blessed sacrament.

Now all of those things seem rather ordinary but when you think about it it is the perfect way to celebrate the the of July.

One of the founding principles of this nation is religious liberty. The ability to worship openly and freely (or not) in public, in private and in church is a bedrock of our freedoms. And while many are doing their best to take that freedom away or put it in a box for their own purposes (Someone anyone find me the words freedom from religion in the Constitution) right now that freedom still exists.

And what is the use of a right if you don’t exercise it?

So today, if you are Catholic or Protestant take some time to thank God for all he has done for you, because in doing so you are celebrating the anniversary of our nation in the best way possible, by exercising your God given rights!

Normally on the 4th of July I simply reprint the Declaration of Independence and leave it at that.

But with the state of the country over the last 8 years and the situation coming up this election year I don’t see the point.

I was once of the opinion that no one president was capable of bringing down America and if he still had the culture shaped by the generation that fought World War Two that would be correct.

But we now have a culture shaped by the sixties generation whose primary goal was to tear down rather than build up, we have a society where the leaders of academia, media and culture are either members of that generation and their acolytes and we have a society where their children have been taught that chalk, flags and opinions different from their own are not only causes for panic but reasons for legal action.

After all do you think for one moment that the WW 2 generation would be so afraid of the opinions of Robert Stacy McCain that they would ban him twice in six months from Twitter?

The old line used to be that “It can’t happen here” but over this weekend as I finally get around to polishing up what will be a short book/pamphlet on the Hail Mary, I’ve been rewatching the great documentary The World at War and have come to the conclusion that not only can it happen here but it’s been happening here, slowly and gradually for the last seven years and the cultural powers approve of this.

It takes a lot to rid me of my sometimes mindless optimism but the Obama years and his enablers have done their level best, but the good news in all of this is while they have proved most capable of ripping the soul out of America, they, like the Devil himself can not take my soul without my consent…

…and I do NOT consent and I hope in the spirit of those who rose up against British Tyranny, the same spirit ironically that the English & Welch have rediscovered in themselves via BREXIT, you refuse to consent too.

So on this 4th of July I conclude this post by praying that God bless America while at the same time being at a complete loss as to why he would bother to do so and invite you to pray for our country as well, while you still have the right to do so.

Being a bit of a Star Trek as well as a Doctor Who geek I chuckled when I noticed this clip from Star Trek Insurrection which where Captain Picard decides to use the song “A British Tar” as a weapon against an externally controlled Lt. Cmd Data

As I was watching the clip it occurs to me that a British Sailor exhibiting the traits mentioned in this song which were once considered heroic almost certainly would trigger the average sjw (social justice warrior). In fact given the direction we are going I find it highly unlikely that in the future HMS Pinafore would be allowed to be performed on any Star Fleet vessel.

Of course given the cultural direction we are devolving to the odds of any kind of fearless space exploration is decreasing exponentially.

Can you reconcile the left’s image of California as a green progressive state that cares for the environment and the animals within it with this description of reality from VDH:

If I find a dead dog dumped on the alleyway (as I have three or four times over the last 12 months), with a rope around his neck and his insides exposed from dog fighting, I bury him and pass on calling the animal-control people. In fairness to them, what would they do, run an investigation into rural dog fighting—in a state in which felons are routinely released from prisons and jails, and sanctuary cities offer amnesties? I suppose a Queensland with his face ripped off is small potatoes. (Does multiculturalism trump the ASPCA or PETA?)

Nor do I ever contact the state EPA or the county when monthly I collect baby carriages, car seats, tires, used paint cans, old Christmas trees, mattresses, and dirty diapers dumped on the side of the road—despite occasional junk mail signifying the address of the polluter. About 50 pounds of coils of old worn-out drip hoses are out in front of my house today, a huge pile of plastic junk dumped as if my roadside was a free waste site. (Is the theory that my house qualifies for public service waste removal and thus someone poorer, in our spread-the-wealth society, has a right to dump his trash there?) How can such a green state that refuses to sell plastic bags at the coastal grocery markets prove indifferent to the spoliation of its rural hinterland?

The answer to Mr. Hanson’s question is simple, to not be indifferent to this would be to admit to realities that the liberals in the state find inconvenient.

This is going to end badly for the state but I suspect when it does the media will still not report it.

By:  Pat Austin

SHREVEPORT —  History will remember us as the generation that was offended by everything.

Where will it end?

A couple of news stories caught my eye this week: the first was that the Sons of Confederate Veterans are filing suit against the City of Natchitoches after being forbidden to march in their annual Christmas parade; the SCV group has marched in the parade for the past twenty-five years, but now we are offended by their flag so they can’t march.  In a statement, the mayor of Natchitoches explained that he is not banning the display of the flag in the city but simply not allowing it on display in the parade.  The Natchitoches Christmas festival and parade is huge in these parts and attracts over 100,000 visitors each year.

The other story that raised my hackles was the perpetual offended-by-Huck-Finn story that in its latest conception has a private school in Philadelphia banning the book from the classroom (although it will still be in their library).  A group of students said the book “made them uncomfortable” and so out it goes.  Perhaps the school should look at how the book is taught rather than condemn the book.  Perhaps there is something about love and tolerance that could be learned there in the hands of the right teacher.  What will these students do when they are “uncomfortable” in the real world, post-graduation?  What will we ban from the classroom next?

Perhaps the most ridiculous group to be offended recently would be those who were offended by the red Starbucks cup.  I would be difficult to imagine a controversy any more ludicrous.

The logic of it all is absurd. Some individuals and some groups are offended by the Confederate flag so we must eliminate it.  Some groups are offended by Christian nativity scenes, so we must eliminate them; this is happening across the country. We are even offended by yoga, for crying out loud. We are offended by how you sit when on a subway.  We are offended by the Washington REDSKINS.

The list is endless.

The fact is that political correctness and elementary-school-everyone-wins-coddling has turned us into a society of crybabies.  Yes, there are things in our society that are offensive sometimes but it’s time to man-up, if you’ll pardon that sexist phrase, and get over it.

The whole “I’m offended” culture offends me.

Pat Austin blogs at And So it Goes in Shreveport.

For the first time in a month I woke up at 5 AM (day off) and with daily mass in the evening I turned on Morning Joe and saw something amazing.

The discussion was why Donald Trump was perceived as he was and turned instantly to Barack Obama noting that Paris happened after he said ISIS was contained and San Bernardino happened after he said ISIS can’t strike here. The pièce de résistance was when
Jon Meacham called it a malaise among the people like the Carter years and NOBODY AT THE TABLE CONTESTED IT.

Now for people like Glenn Reynolds and myself this is no big deal, I started my (Chester) Arthur (Jimmy) Carter watch during my first week of blogging (day 4 actually Dec 2 2008)

You sometimes get a rookie pitcher with a winning season but usually not. I’m hoping for Chester Arthur but I’m expecting Jimmy Carter.

But for the Morning Anchor show of MSNBC to say this in their first hour and have no liberal at the table contest it is amazing.

What was their explanation? ISIS. People are more afraid of a terror attack then at any time since 9/11. It’s brings to mind an early episode of the original Star Trek series: What are little girls made of?

Kirk: Emotion, Ruk? You disapprove of Miss Chapel’s orders to save my life?
Ruk: To maintain your existence would be illogical.
Kirk: Why? Can’t your memory banks solve a simple equation like that? …

Just as conservative bloggers and writers have been doing our best to counter the programing that the MSM has given the public concerning the Obama administration, Kirk presses the Android Rok to see the danger to him that he has been conditioned to avoid and finally gets a breakthrough…

Kirk: The danger to you is Korby.
Ruk: I was programmed by Korby. I cannot harm him.
Kirk: The old ones programmed you, too, but it became possible to destroy them.
RUK: [Excited] That was the equation! Existence! Survival must cancel out programming.

Realizing that this administration will get them killed has finally overridden the MSM & culture’s programming.

Too bad for America they didn’t figure this out four years ago.

Incidentally I dropped Arthur / Carter watch in the first year when it became clear which one he was going to be.  Walter Russell Mead said in 2001 that Jimmy Carter was the best case scenario for Obama.  He hasn’t even managed that.

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Today’s Saturday Night Sherlock is Basil Rathbone and Nigel Bruce as Holmes & Watson in the 1943 picture Sherlock Holmes Faces Death

I always found this title redundant, when does Sherlock Holmes not face death?

You might notice actor Milburn Stone in this movie who toiled unnoticed in B films until 1955 brought him the role of Doc Adams in Gunsmoke that would over the next two decades make him known to all.