Face the Nation panders to faith

June 22, 2015 • 12:00 pm

Reader Doug sent me a link to the segment of “Face the Nation” with the note:

Did you see Face the Nation’s segment on Charleston?  A long, shockingly fulsome ode to Christianity disguised as a news talk show.  It starts at 1:50.  Of course, they don’t ask why “god” allowed this to happen.  Really disappointing.
Judge for yourself; I didn’t find it so disturbing because the discussion of religion was limited.  Here’s PBS’s summary:

PBS NewsHour’s Gwen Ifill, Washington Post’s David Ignatius and Michael Gerson, and radio host and author Hugh Hewitt discuss the shooting in Charleston, political fixes to address violence, and the power of forgiveness.

Click the screenshot below to go to the 15-minute segment. There’s a very short ad at the beginning.

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Bill Maher on “politically correct” humor

June 22, 2015 • 10:30 am

Here’s Bill Maher on a recent “Real Time” show discussing the current unacceptability of certain brands of humor. (Click on screenshot to see Maher’s take; and is that really Ann Coulter as his special guest?)

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Humor that deals with issues of sex, race, and the like is a touchy business. For example, unlike Maher I’m not keen on the joke that Clint Eastwood makes at the beginning, for it seems to have no point beyond saying that Caitlyn (formerly Bruce) Jenner is “acting.”

But on the other hand provocative humor that deals with sex and race, without being offensively sexist and racist, has been made by people like George Carlin, Lenny Bruce, Chris Rock, and Joan Rivers. Don’t forget the common trope of female comedians about how sex-obsessed men are—along with our other unpleasant traits—humor that has a basis in reality (yes, the sexes differ in behavior), but, as Maher notes, doesn’t apply to every member of the class. Is that offensive? Maybe to some people, but I don’t think we should ban it. Calling attention to those differences can be both funny and thought-provoking. And of course the humor of Lenny Bruce (and Chris Rock), considered highly offensive by many, is drawing humor from underlying realities, not denigrating classes of people. Bruce’s humor was sometimes meant to mock racism by using racist words (see this famous bit). Chris Rock highlights cultural differences between blacks and whites, which have a basis in reality (see this video), and his take is often not only hilarious, but far from being racist. And, for crying out loud, there’s Sarah Silverman, who regularly does bits that could be seen as offensive. (Much of it makes fun of Jews, although that’s okay, I guess, because Silverman is Jewish.) This bit of hers, for example, would be widely decried as “ageism,” but I don’t find it offensive, for in truth we’re all going to die sooner than we’d like.

In other words, I have no objection to humor about race, sex, age, etc. unless its main aim is simply to denigrate others. But if even mentioning such topics is taboo, or “triggering,” then we’re truly lost, for these are important issues that warrant discussion, and humor is part of that discussion.

Maher highlights a letter from an offended student in HuffPo, “An open letter to Jerry Seinfeld from a ‘politically correct’ college student.” It’s by Anthony Berteaux, a student at San Diego State University, and you might want to read it to see how many college students feel about words that offend them.

Berteaux’s letter actually seems a bit confused. The main point seems to be that comedians like Seinfeld shouldn’t be offensive by mocking minorities (did Seinfeld ever do that?), but should also have a political line that is progressive and supportive of minorities, and Berteaux is apparently the arbiter of what’s permitted and what’s not:

It isn’t so much that college students are too politically correct (whatever your definition of that concept is), it’s that comedy in our progressive society today can no longer afford to be crass, or provocative for the sake of being offensive. Sexist humor and racist humor can no longer exist in comedy because these concepts are based on archaic ideals that have perpetrated injustice against minorities in the past.

Provocative humor, such as ones dealing with topics of race and gender politics, can be crass and vulgar, but underlying it must be a context that spurs social dialogue about these respective issues. There needs to be a message, a central truth behind comedy for it to work as humor.

Take Amy Schumer for example. . .

Berteaux then gives an example of “progressive” humor by Amy Schumer, but if you watch Maher’s piece, you can see that she’s also made at least one joke that, by Berteaux’s lights, is grossly offensive. Did she get called out for that? I don’t think so, nor should she have been.

According to Berteaux, then, there is a “politically correct” form of comedy: comedians need to toe a particular line, which I guess is the left-wing one:

While it’s not the sole role of comics to be social commentators on every issue through their comedy, I believe there is a responsibility, especially when a well-known comic is talking about sensitive topics like race and gender politics, to have an underlying message to be said.

This doesn’t mean that the funny aspect of the bit has to be compromised for the sake of social commentary. As countless comedians have proven before, it’s very possible to have a message and be hilarious at the same time.

Of course it means the “funny aspect” has to be compromised for the sake of social commentary! What Berteaux is saying here is that you can be funny, but only in a certain socially correct way. The “message” has to be one of which Berteaux approves. And that, of course, is the whole problem of free speech: who is to judge what is offensive and what is not?

But at the end of his piece, Berteaux completely undercuts his own thesis. First he argues that comedians can be offensive, but “offensive within the right context.” What the bloody hell does that mean? It really means that comedians shouldn’t be offensive, or rather, they can say strong stuff, but it can’t bruise the feelings of the audience.  He then goes on:

So, yes, Mr. Seinfeld, we college students are politically correct. We will call out sexism and racism if we hear it. But if you’re going to come to my college and perform in front of me, be prepared to write up a set that doesn’t just offend me, but has something to say.

There’s no reason you can’t do what other comics are doing. You have an amazing legacy, both in stand-up and on television, because you do your job well.

But, there’s a generation in college right now that hasn’t seen your comedy, and there’s a demographic that yearns for laughter. College students today are looking to be provoked, to be offended by comedy, and to think about these issues within the context of comedy.

So please, take the first step and come to a college campus with a set that will make us laugh.

Offend the fuck out of college students. Provoke the fuck out of me. We’ll thank you for it later.

In other words, offend me but don’t offend me. If you have “something to say,” well, it should be something that I already approve of.

And how can you be “provoked” unless there’s a possibility of being offended? This whole ending makes no sense, and means that the author either doesn’t know what he’s saying or doesn’t know the meaning of the word “provoked.”

Regardless, Maher is right about Bertreaux’s letter, which suggests that comedy be censored and that the Thought Police should determine which comedy is acceptable and which is not.

Weigh in below with your opinion.

h/t: Diana Macpherson

A statement for discussion

June 22, 2015 • 8:50 am

by Matthew Cobb

I saw this today, and wondered what readers thought. Chip in below.

I do not know where family doctors acquired illegibly perplexing handwriting; nevertheless, extraordinary pharmaceutical intellectuality counterbalancing indecipherability trancendentalizes intercommunication’s incomprehensibleness.

Readers’ wildlife photos

June 22, 2015 • 8:00 am

This week will be the last for a while in which I show readers’ wildlife photos, but keep sending them in, though I’m going to ask readers to restrict their emails to me when I’m on the road, as my email access will be spottier.

Continuing from yesterday, we have Swiss reader Jacques Hausser’s second batch of lepidopteran photos (including a lovely wasp mimic) with his detailed information:

Vanessa cardui (Nymphalidae). The painted lady (UK) or the Cosmopolitan (US): a well earned name, since except for South America and Antarctica, it can be found on every continent. This is a migratory species. In Europe, successive generations spend the winter in Northern Africa, and in early spring they cross the Mediterannean and move North, adding further generations in the way. For example, the individual shot in my garden the 30th of May was probably born in southern France. This spring migration can be very impressive, as the butterflies fly mostly at the level of the vegetation. A return migration was observed in the late summer, but as the returning flights are mostly at higher altitude (this was demonstrated using radar), it is usually not noticed.

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Lycaena virgaureae (Lycaenidae). The Scarce Copper. This spendid coloration denotes a male, while the female is brown-orange with dark spotting. It lives in meadows of mid-montain areas, in Switzerland from about 750 up to 1800 m.

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Gonepteryx rhamni (Pieridae): the  common brimstone (the upper part of the wings is yellow). The strange morphology of its wings associated with their coloration give it a leafy look, camouflaging them very well when resting in the vegetation. According to A. Hoskins, they are also excellent meteorologists:
“Brimstones are very adept at detecting changes in temperature, humidity and air pressure. At Crab Wood in March 2007, shortly after midday I watched 5 males actively investigating bramble bushes in a sunny glade. At first I thought they were searching for females, but it soon became clear that they were all looking for places to shelter, having detected an imminent change in the weather. One by one they settled under bramble leaves to roost. Minutes later the sunshine disappeared, clouds had rolled in, and rain was beginning to fall.”

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This is a gorgeous beast.

Melanargia galathea (Nymphalidae). The marbled white. Black and white elegance. . .One of the most commong species in the natural meadows around my village, in French it’s called “le demi-deuil” = the half mourning.

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Synanthedon spuleri. Yes, it is a Lepidopteran, family Sesiidae. Moths of this family are diurnal and more or less imitate wasps: their wings for the most part lack of scales and are therefore transparent. The caterpillar of this species either lives in galls produced by fungi or bores tunnels between healthy and rotten part of various diseased trees, in both cases feeding on parasitic fungi.

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And, of course, we must have photos by Stephen Barnard. This first one, called “Get off my back!” features a female northern harrier (Circus cyaneus) and red-winged blackbird (Agelaius phoeniceus). Don’t ask me what that blackbird is doing there; perhaps it was mobbing the harrier.

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And a rare Barnard black and white photo of another female northern harrier.

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A visitor to Chicago

June 22, 2015 • 6:56 am

I have a visitor for much of this week: Adam King, the son of my best friend of yore, Kenny King, who died suddenly and unexpectedly in April of last year. The link in the previous sentence goes to my memoriam for Kenny, but now his son is passing through Chicago on his way back to Valencia, Spain, where he lives.

Kenny was a sports fan, and so is Adam, so he wanted to see some baseball—and have a Chicago pizza. We’ve now fulfilled both of those aims, though so far baseball has been limited to the White Sox, a team that, as Kenny’s sportswriter brother Peter says, “blows.” (You may know Peter King from his football broadcasting on television and his weekly column in Sports Illustrated.) Tomorrow Adam will go to a real baseball game, watching the Cubs at Wrigley field.

But first, the pizza. There are two unique Chicago-style pizzas: deep dish (a thick bready crust, about 1.5 inches thick, covered with cheese, tomato, and, ideally, homemade sausage) and the stuffed pizza: two crusts bracketing a filling of melted cheese and other stuff, and with tomato sauce on top. I decided that the stuffed pizza was more representative of a pie you can’t get elsewhere, at least of the quality it attains in Chicago. So we went to Giordano’s and ordered the Giordano’s special, the “Chicago Classic,” size medium. This feeds four people, since two slices are all most folks can manage.

Here’s Adam about to dig into his first piece:

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I just realize that Adam reminds me a bit of the younger Tom Cruise. Do you agree?

A closeup of this vaunted pie, which is groaning with gobs of cheese, pepperoni, onions, green peppers, and mushrooms. You haven’t lived till you’ve had one of these—but only in Chicago.

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Giordano’s is BYOB, so I went down the street to get beer while our pie was cooking (it takes 45 minutes). I was about to get a six-pack of a good craft beer when I spotted a huge case of Rolling Rock: 30 cans for $13. I immediately bought it, but not because of the price.

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I bought it because it was the beer that Adam’s father and I drank most often when we were in college (probably because it was cheap and fairly drinkable). You can see below a picture of Kenny and I taken in 1977 by Clark Quin, a fellow W&M alumnus who was also a photographer. I’m holding a cigarette (I smoked a bit at that time), and Kenny is holding a “pony bottle” of Rolling Rock. Besides being tipsy on Rock, we were also stoned out of our gourds, which is probably obvious from the photo.  Rolling Rock is really beer-flavored soda, weak and watery, but we drank it as a toast to Kenny.

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The game between the Chicago White Sox and Texas Rangers was played at what is now called “US Cellular Field,” a capitalistic corruption of the Sox’s old stadium: Comiskey Park. It was an exciting game, with some great fielding, and a long one. Many players got on base, but couldn’t score; and, with the score tied 2-2, it went into extra innings. Finally, at the bottom of the 11th inning (there are normally nine), Gordon Beckham, the Sox’s third baseman, poled a long homer to left field that won the game. Although many misguided fans had already left the stadium, it was a dramatic ending that created pandemonium on and off the field. Here we are in the 10th inning.

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Chicago: storm

June 22, 2015 • 6:22 am

On Sunday a week ago it was foggy and wet, with the skyline of Chicago disappearing and reappearing as the weather changed. This was taken with an i-Phone, as my Panasonic Lumix is getting cleaned in the shop (better to pay $50 to fix a dusty sensor than $350 for a new camera). I have to get the thing cleaned about once a year, but it’s worth it.


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Monday: Hili dialogue (and lagniappe)

June 22, 2015 • 5:10 am

And so another week begins. If all goes well and I don’t die in a car crash, one week from today I should be in Colorado. But of course whether I live or die in that way has already been determined.  Meanwhile in Dobrzyn, Hili is eating god knows what; perhaps Malgorzata will explain in the comments.

Hili: I won.
A: What did you win?
Hili: I managed to tear it away from the ground.
A: And now?
Hili: And now I will eat it.

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In Polish:
Hili: Wygrałam.
Ja: Co wygrałaś?
Hili: Oderwałam ją od ziemi.
Ja: I co teraz?
Hili: Teraz ją zjem.
And lagniappe: a photo of Hili and Cyrus on their walk by the Vistula yesterday:
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