Apropos all the recent fuss:
8 U.S.C. § 1182(f), as currently posted by the Government Printing Office is the enabling statute (check it for yourself):
“(f) Suspension of entry or imposition of restrictions by President
Whenever the President finds that the entry of any aliens or of any class of aliens into the United States would be detrimental to the interests of the United States, he may by proclamation, and for such period as he shall deem necessary, suspend the entry of all aliens or any class of aliens as immigrants or nonimmigrants, or impose on the entry of aliens any restrictions he may deem to be appropriate.”
This is what is called “black letter law” and to this High School Graduate seems pretty straightforward, but I’d be pleased to listen to any argument to the contrary that doesn’t smell like politics.
Dan Gurney, Nurburgring 1000Km, 1959.
Ferrari 250 Testa Rosa 58, Scuderia Ferrari, #5, 5th place.
Won by the Moss/Fairman David Brown Aston Martin DBR1.
When you tell people what they want to hear, you don’t have to be too careful about premises, facts, and conclusions. — Angelo M. Codevilla
What do we call those people in a society who are licensed or allowed to use violence?
No hints this time. We call these the people in charge. — William M. Briggs
I found the Codevilla quote at Mike Flynn’s The TOF Spot, and the Briggs quote at this Stream page.
One character I think of — having known a long time — provides an especially poignant example. Long ago I suspected there was something wrong with him. He was “on my side,” but I could never trust him. And this because, he always thought ahead. “He has more brains than he can handle,” I once said of him. A very full head and a rather empty chest. He had no spiritual anchor, no faith beneath his clouds. His principles were mere thoughts: fluff passing over. Even his religious views were “solidly pragmatic,” i.e. easily revised. He could not understand even his own body, because he was all brain. His views were in a constant state of “evolution”: becoming ever more titched.
The head comes loose, when the heart is not screwed in.
Again from David Warren’s Essays in Idleness.
“It will be one of the confusions of the damned to see that they are condemned by their own reason, by which they claimed to condemn the Christian religion.” — Pascal, Pensée #562.
“A new species of philosopher is appearing; I venture to baptize these philosophers with a name not without danger in it. As I divine them, as they let themselves be divined—for it pertains to their nature to want to remain a riddle in some respects—these philosophers of the future, in many respects, might rightly, but perhaps also wrongly, be described as attempters. This name itself is in the end only an attempt, and, if you will, a temptation.” — Nietzsche, Beyond Good and Evil, #42.
Seen at The Catholic World Report linked from David Warren’s Essays in Idleness.
Spent a minute looking through FaceBook, making sure that everyone I know who chose to exercise their freedom of assembly in the city today made it out okay, and posting a picture I took of my granddaughter Sophia playing her violin. It occurred to me how nice it is that so many people feel free to say really disrespectful, vulgar things about the President of the United States in a public setting without fear of being called “Racist” and possibly losing their jobs.
Just a thought.
I had a Twitter account very early on. It’s deleted now, and all the related emails that I’ve gotten from Twitter, so I’m not sure exactly when, but sometime in 2008. I “tweeted” maybe twice or three times before this summer, then I discovered The Strobist site and got excited about moving beyond “available light” photography. The Strobist has an amazing amount of information, including detailed tutorials, on using off-camera flash. Great resource, strongly recommended, but this is about Twitter. Sort of. Continue reading
There was a time, years ago, when there were fairly frequent, short posts here, mostly of the TOTD (Thought of the Day) variety – pithy sayings, sentences or paragraphs gleaned from the day’s Internet prowling or the evening’s reading. Then the day came when I realized that, for the most part, those pithy sayings tended to be, well, possibly impolitic given the nature of my business arrangements (my primary client being the Federal Center for Substance Abuse Treatment, or CSAT, in essence not only Federal bureaucrats but almost entirely social workers). So, like a prudent if not courageous undercover something-or-other not at all progressive or even liberal (unless maybe Classical Liberal), I censored myself. Or, as Archie Bunker would say, “Stifle yerself!”
So, enough deep background. I see that I told this story in more detail just a few months ago here so have a look if you’re interested. Today’s point, and I do have one, is that FaceBook and I are having a partial parting of the ways. And this is to tell why. Continue reading
Well, now I know that at least one person other than Me, Myself and I drop in here…I was asked to moderate the first spam comment in literally years this morning. Something about “arena oxides” and how much the princess, their friend, was edified by the deep thinking and perceptive helping nature that I displayed in a post a few days ago, accompanied by a gibberish email address and several links that even I am too timid to follow. I guess I should thank Google for the exposure.
David Warren’s “Essays in Idleness” blog is usually at least amusing or interesting, and not uncommonly thought provoking. I don’t know him personally, but I have the feeling that he’d be somewhat uncomfortable being described as “profound”, so I won’t do so. Today, he’s at least worth quoting:
“A lot of time has been wasted by busybodied fools arguing that someone other than Shakespeare wrote Shakespeare; that someone other than Homer wrote Homer. (“Another poet of that generation who happened to have the same name.”) The time would be better spent reading such authors. The same is true, generally, of the Church Fathers: better to read them in their breadth, and not with a view to pursuing small vexatious points — inevitably to factional ends.”
Do yourself a favor and read the entire article here