Butterflies Trick Ants Into Raising Young

It’s got me wondering if there’s a way to trick my neighbors into sending my kids to college.

Peter Robinson was a speech writer in the Reagan White House. He is also the author of the book How Ronald Reagan Changed My Life.

Thus his opinion on which candidate or candidates are true “Reagan Conservatives” should carry some weight.  He addressed that very question in a blog post today.

{btw… I don’t plan to turn this blog into non-stop promo for my favored candidate like, oh, say, Hugh Hewitt has done with his.)

Here are my top five prognostications for this brand new year.

1. In the coming months, any unusually hot, cold, wet, dry, windy, calm, fragrant or smelly weather will be confidently attributed to “climate change” and cited as harbinger of impending doom unless we immediately transfer all individual autonomy to the government, all national sovereignty to the U.N., and control of the planet to Raelian overlords from the constellation Gamma Globulin.
2. The percentage of Dallas-area radio stations broadcasting in Spanish (currently 42%) will grow to 50%. (Más gringos tendrán que suscribir a XM para oír la música que no ofrece el acordión.)
3. The writers strike will drag on and millions, weary of reality television programs and compilations of “America’s wildest police chases” will turn off their television sets and rediscover that forgotten living room art our great grandparents enjoyed—Indian leg wrestling.
4. Several Chinese exports of lead products will be recalled when they are found to contain dangerously high levels of plastic.
5. Britney Spears will wage a costly court battle with Amy Winehouse over the rights to the internet url, “tragicdownwardspiral.com.”

. . .and send a “Thank You” card to a U.S. serviceman.

End this year with an act that is noble, decent and oh, so simple.

I made my first campaign contribution of this presidential election cycle the other day. Who got my money?

This guy.

Note: If you have 15 17 minutes, watch the whole thing. See if you don’t hear a good president speaking to you.

I linked to the wonderful Peter Hitchens below. The other day, my friend Fergus (who is married to the other Angel of the North), sent me a link to a deeply moving and typically well-written piece by Christopher Hitchens in Vanity Fair.

That Hitchens is, of course the militant atheist who has become the toast of the God-hating crowd with his book, God is Not Great. Nevertheless, Hitchens, in spite of (or perhaps because of) his Marxist/socialist leanings, has been one of Western Culture’s most articulate advocates for aggressively fighting militant Islam.

This Vanity Fair essay was flagged by New York Times’ token conservative, David Brooks, as one of the best of 2007. It is stout stuff.

I recommend it. Here.

As in Canada, it accelerates in England. Here’s Peter Hitchens in the British paper, The Mail:

The deeply English, deeply Christian city of Oxford, one of the homes of free thought, is now being asked to accept the Islamic call to prayer wafting from mosque loudspeakers over its spires and domes.

If that is not a threat to our “way of life”, then I don’t know what is. Allowing the regular electronic proclamation of Allah’s supremacy in a British city is not tolerance, but a surrender of the sky to a wholly different culture. Just you wait and see what opponents of this scheme are accused of.

This is where the multiculturalism fetish takes you.

. . .that Benazir Bhutto was an outspoken pro-lifer? I didn’t.

I suppose the weather we’ve had recently could in one sense be called “Christmas-y” in that, like a holy infant, it has been mostly “tender and mild.”

Sixties and low 70s during the day—cool crisp nights with the brightest, full moon I can ever recall seeing. The rising moon was so bright on Christmas Eve, and with a planet hanging close alongside that I hit the Sky & Telescope web site to see if there was anything special about it.

Indeed, I discovered that the moon and Mars were both “in opposition,” which means they were directly opposite the sun (relative to earth). Which translates into extra, double-plus brightness. I’m telling you, looking directly at that moon almost required sunglasses. It was something.

Golf tomorrow.

Work today.

I’ll leave you with what is my favorite Christmas verse of scripture. It is one not normally associated with Christmas but it captures what the holiday means to me much better than any other:

Philippians 2:5-11 (NASB)

Have this attitude in yourselves which was also in Christ Jesus, who, although He existed in the form of God, did not regard [His] equality with God a thing to be [selfishly clung to], but emptied Himself, taking the form of a bond-servant, and being made in the likeness of men.

Being found in appearance as a man, He humbled Himself by becoming obedient to the point of death, even death on a cross.

For this reason also, God highly exalted Him, and bestowed on Him the name which is above every name, so that at the name of Jesus every knee will bow, of those who are in heaven and on earth and under the earth, and that every tongue will confess that Jesus Christ is Lord, to the glory of God the Father.

That’s the good news of Christmas—God the Son, suddenly, shockingly being found “in the likeness of men.” Breathing our air. Walking our sod.

That’s also the challenge of Christmas—the charge to follow the example of the one who did not cling to His rights, privileges and pleasures. But rather became an obedient servant—living and dying for others.

And that’s the promise of Christmas—that one day, the knowledge of His glory will cover the Earth as the waters cover the sea—as every creature acknowledges the truth about He who came.

And we can avoid the rush and start now.

We have good friends with one child still under the age of 12. Our girls are all teenagers. Thus they were cajoled and harangued out of bed at 6:15 this morning, while I got to sleep until 9:00. That’s what I’m talking about.

Add to that, the fact that there was nothing that required assembly at 1am and you have an excellent picture of the advantages of this season of life.

Of course, there are manifold compensations and rewards for staging a Christmas for little ones. Those were fun.

All in all, I’m awash in gratitude. More thoughts later.