What About..?

You Must Have A “Statement”

GN:What made you choose a fifteenth-century painting as a model and create a sequence based on Titian’s Annunciation?

GR: Because there’s something about this painting, or any painting, that grabs me if they’re good–irrespective of the impact they had at the time, why they were made, the story behind them. I don’t know what motivated the artists, which means that the paintings have an intrinsic quality. I think Goethe called it the “essential dimension”, the thing that makes great works of art great.

GN: I beg your pardon?!

And still, they don’t understand.

Neighbor Hoody Watch, Anyone?

“Stand Your Ground”

‘Hog Day’

In Florida, if you are afraid, you may shoot the person you fear. Sounds ’bout right for the southern soul. Ooops, condition in this game, you must be standing still and white, while your target must be moving, and non-white. I may not have the rules correct, maybe they include fences, gates, and, yah, hoodies.

Rather than dither, why not do what we would have done, when there was a strong sense of liberal; when demonstration was over meaning, not money. We would have organized a watch of our own. We would have surrounded the “compound of cowards” every weekend. Taken down their license plates; photographed them and their cars. Every car, every person entering the “Compound Of Cowards”, would have been greeted by a Hoody Wearing Watcher. These COCs would have had to call the Police, who would have burned through the overtime budget within a month, thereby requiring what all republics fear — tax hikes…

Stand Our Ground!

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Feeling Safe, ya know, Is Bettr Than Looking Good

Even Australians know:

“One senior executive said in his experience, the officers were expensive window-dressing.

“When you add the body scanners, the ritual humiliation of old ladies with knitting needles and the farcical air marshals, it all adds up to billions of dollars to prevent what? A politician being called soft on terror, that’s what,” he said.”

We’ve wasted another generation, by wrapping them in garments weighted down by our fears.