The blob that’s  consuming our nation and the world.

You will not get out of me alive. Even if Donald Trump is elected president, which sadly seems increasingly unlikely, he’ll be dealing with a pernicious force that will work tirelessly to crush him and his initiatives.  Orwell called it “IngSoc,” Newspeak for “English socialism. Bickerstaff prefers a more direct name for it, “The Blob,”Continue reading “The blob that’s  consuming our nation and the world.”

This poem was a favorite of Bickerstaff’s father.

Soliloquy of the Spanish Clois ter Robert Browning 1812-1889 i.Gr-r-r—there go, my heart’s abhorrence!Water your damned flower-pots, do!If hate killed men, Brother Lawrence,God’s blood, would not mine kill you!​What? your myrtle-bush wants trimming?Oh, that rose has prior claims—Needs its leaden vase filled brimming?Hell dry you up with its flames! ii.At the meal we sit together:SalveContinue reading “This poem was a favorite of Bickerstaff’s father.”

Better than watching paint dry . . .

But not much. Bickerstaff has been waiting a long time for someone to dig up the Vox-Turnabout masters and/or job parts of this superb recording for remastering.  Alas, his hopes have fallen on deaf ears, as it were. Meanwhile, you can get a taste of it on a YouTube video giving us the first movementContinue reading “Better than watching paint dry . . .”

No taste, no brains no conscience.

Radical drag queens are completely wrapped up in their sexuality, which explains their utter lack of objectivity. For them it is only me, me, me, us, us, us. Thus the vandalism seen below,  taking the form of a drag diorama of Leonardo’s Last Supper. Many people worldwide have expressed outrage over this classless and offensive act,Continue reading “No taste, no brains no conscience.”

What’s my line – Bishop Fulton J. Sheen

Your Tatler’s favorite TV show is What’s My Line from the 1950s. Not only are the panelists witty and urbane, they are just plain brilliant in the way they discern what a contestant does for a living, often with only the scantiest evidence. Another segment of the show featured “Mystery Guests,” in which the panelists, wearingContinue reading “What’s my line – Bishop Fulton J. Sheen”

One of the great ones, Arthur Rubinstein.

I was fortunate enough to hear the great man play twice, the first time at a fund raiser for the Musicians Pension Fund in Philharmonic Hall in New York, with George Szell conducting the New York Philharmonic. They played Mozart K. 466, the  Piano Concerto in D Minor, my favorite. The second time was nearContinue reading “One of the great ones, Arthur Rubinstein.”