Monday, October 20, 2014

Decapitation Daily (updated)

In those lazy, hazy days  before the planes hit the towers,  I used to enjoy an article-and-essay aggregation site, Aldaily.   It’s still around, and would still be interesting in another, parallel, and better world;   but reality is too much with us, and for years now -- and at present especially  -- I have been obliged to concentrate on unfolding events, more closely related to my day-job.

Anyhow -- Simply glancing at a few of the stories that have surfaced -- or rather, broken beneath the surface, since most people won’t have heard of them -- it strikes me that one could actually run a “Decapitation Aggregation Site”, with something fresh almost every day.
This we shall certainly not do;  but the subject deserves a one-time alert from this site, that there is a pattern here -- there are dots that connect-up -- which won’t be apparent to most consumers of the minimizing, gaze-averting media.

(1) One story that did get some airplay  was the Oklahoma City atrocity in September;  we examine some aspects of it towards the end of the essay here.   At the time, some observers objected to the played-down, one-off way the story was being reported, maintaining that the incident was more properly seen in the perspective of terrorism.   The irony is reflected in this typical reader’s comment:

Nothing to see here people, just your regular, run-of-the-mill workplace beheading.

The story has pretty much died down.  The latest is, um, this:

What you probably have not heard is that there was, in the same month, a similar attack in London.   For a link, there is little beyond this right-wing site,

since the MSM tiptoes around it.   Thus, the original story in the Telegraph (UK) made no mention of the perpetrator’s name, or race, or national origin, and mentioned the suggestion that he was “Muslim” only to immediately cast doubt upon the idea (“could not be verified”; meaning, they would not look into it).  However, the bienpensant newspaper reassured us, any connection to terrorism had been “ruled out” (i.e., in advance, as a matter of principle, since the incident had not yet been investigated).

(2)  You perhaps have heard of the assassination and decapitation of the seven Trappist monks in Tibhirine (variant spelling Tibéhirine), Algeria, in 1996.

The incident was never cleared up, owing to stonewalling by the Algerian government.  Now at last, a forensic team from France has been allowed into the country, to examine the severed heads,  this being all that is left of the monks.  (In French this operation is called, oddly, “une expertise de têtes”.)

(3)  Again in Algeria, the newspaper El Watan has announced the identity of the beheader of the French hiking guide Hervé Gourdel:  Kerza Bashir (French spelling Bachir).

(4)  In Nigeria, Boko Haram continues its depredations.  When these involve schoolgirls, and a suggestion of sex, the media gives these very great play indeed.   That Boko also relish beheadings  is less widely publicised.   Most recently, they decapitated a pilot, and made an exultant video of the event.

This kind of meme cannot be tracked by the traditional methods of counter-terrorism.  It is more like the ebola virus, that can travel thousands of miles unseen.   No appeals, no reason can oppose it, for it lies far beneath the slender outcroppings of the conscious mind.   It is like a green and glittering serpent, coiled deep within the unconscious:  across the vast abyss,  Id calls out to Id...

[Update 20 October 2014]  I probably ought to really not probably do this, lest this site start attracting the … wrong sort of traffic;  but could not resist this bit for connoisseurs.
A couple of months ago, we commented on the Sunni-on-Sunni violence of ISIL against a Syrian tribe, the Chaïtat.  Today, the Washington Post finally got around to mentioning it too:

The cost of turning against the Islamic State was made brutally apparent in the streets of a dusty backwater town in eastern Syria in early August. Over a three-day period, vengeful fighters shelled, beheaded, crucified and shot hundreds of members of the Shaitat tribe after they dared to rise up against the extremists.
By the time the killing stopped, 700 people were dead.
Just as powerful a message for those living under the militants’ iron fist was the almost complete international silence on the bloodbath.

But the Post adds a chilling yet (in line with ISIL generally) flamboyant and theatrical detail:

A photo essay on an Islamic State blog boasted of the different ways tribesmen were killed, including beheadings, mass shootings and a crucifixion. A video shows how the militants lined up scores of captives on a road, their hands bound, then set about clumsily decapitating them, one by one. The executioners, speaking in Tunisian, Egyptian and Saudi accents, taunted those not yet dead by swinging severed heads in front of their faces and telling them, “It’s your turn next.”

Sunday, October 19, 2014

Les femmes aux chapelles de l’art: then and now

During the months I lived in Paris, back in the mid-late ‘60s, among of the cultural oddities that struck me  were signs on the gates of a couple of the most prestigious museums, denying entry to women (and  à l’époque, it would only have been women;  back then, people seemed to know what sex they were) tricked out in stiletto heels.   The floors were of rare and expensive wood, and would otherwise be permanently damaged.   It was impressive that these palaces of high art could be so bold as to do that,  since a stiletto-heeled woman is likely to be both self-involved and on a short fuse;  the confrontations cannot have been pleasant.


In the top of today’s Paris news, was an incident at the opera, in which a rich couple visiting from the Gulf, seated in the costly first row, was perceived to be wearing, not only the traditional Islamic gown and head-covering (which are legal in France) but a veil (which, by recent law, is not).   During the first act, a number of performers noticed this, and complained to their manager, the chorus even going so far as to refuse to sing in Act II, unless the law was enforced.    To the surprise and (in some quarters) delight of many Frenchmen, this was actually done:   the offender was given the alternative of obeying local law or departing;  she chose to depart.

All this caused an uproar, which reached all the way to the Minister of Culture, who issued new guidelines.

Travaillant au noir,
le détective  se trouve aux prises
avec le Saint-Esprit


Mais… Plus ça change, plus c’est la même chose (as someone once said -- I forget).
Just now, re-reading Proust, (A l’ombre des jeunes filles en fleurs, 1919), I happened upon this passage, 
as Marcel, long having dreamt of attending a performance of La Berma, now at last it on the threshold of doing so, as he stares at l’affiche outside the theatre:

je ne fis qu’un bond  jusqu’à la maison,
cinglé que j’étais  par ces mots  magiques
qui avaient remplacé  dans ma pensée
   “paleur janséniste”
  “mythe solaire” :
 Les dames ne seront pas reçues à l’orchestre en chapeau;
les portes seront permées à deux heures …”

[NDLR:  “Found poetry”, c’est le pendant linguistique de l” objet trouvé”. 
Pour d’autres exemples -- en anglais, en français, et en allemand -- cliquez ici.]

Pour nos essais
en langue
la plus châtiée qui soit,
checkez-out   …..

Saturday, October 18, 2014

Down the Drain

Even as ISIL pushes the bounds of savagery in their attack against all that is not Takfiri-Salafi, certain forces in the West seem bent upon demonstrating that, indeed, our cultural corruption has reached such a point that we are past saving.   Nor are these forces merely marginal;  they currently rule France.

Here are just the latest provocations from the socialos. 
(Note:  I use the French slang term here  in preference to the official word socialiste, since the Hollande crew have little to do with traditional socialism, and nothing at all to do with the international working class.   To apply the term to their antics, would be to sully it.)

(1)  On nous prend pour des cruches.

Smack in the middle of the Place Vendôme, the socialo mayor of Paris had a monstrosity installed (using taxpayer funds).   She then had the effrontery to pretend that it depicts a “tree”;  whereas in fact (as the artist itself stated to Le Monde), it is nothing less than a giant “butt plug”:

Most of us had previously been unaware of the existence of this paraphiliac sex-toy, but now the socialos are rubbing our faces in it.

In France, the sculpture was titled “Sapin de Noël”, thus  as an added benefit  degrading the holiday that celebrates the birth of our Lord.  Those who pretend that the thing is just a stylized tree, take us for idiots.   Here is another work by the same soi-disant ‘artist’, titled “Train”:

I don’t think that is actually a real train.

(Note:  Back in days more innocent than our own, when it still was licit  to speak aloud, a very few  warned that celebrating pedicatio might lead, in time,  to countenancing theriophilia.   For that, they were roundly denounced.  But the monstrosity above is Exhibit A.)

Fortunately, a French citizen with some gumption did not take all this lying down, and (literally) pulled the plug on the giant inflatable affront to the republic:

The Plug, in a state of detumescence

This invert truly has a fecal obsession;  and a spineless public, cowed into submission in the face of repeated paraphiliac assaults, allows itself to be almost literally shat upon.  Here is another of the perpetrator’s public installations, tolerated by the taxpayers:

(2)  The second mistress of the abject Hollande (de son vrai titre, “Madame le Président”), having pushed out the first mistress, was later herself dumped for yet another presidential plaything;  out of spite, she published a sordid tell-all (or invent-all) potboiler.   The bienpensant press gallantly refers to her as the “former first lady”;  that she is not, nor really even an ‘lady’ tout court.  Here is one of her latest antics:

Valerie Trierweiler
at Jean-Luc and Christophe's wedding anniversary party
at the Banana Cafe in Paris

The ‘newlyweds’, as you might guess, are ipsigeneric.

More here, including an account of her latest physical assault against yet another female rival:

(3)  The attack on the family  proceeds apace:

Pour garder vos allocations familiales, un conseil : divorcez !
Pour l'historien Benoît Pellistrandi, la gauche abuse de l'argument de l'autorité pour justifier l'écrasement fiscal des familles.

Some reader comments:

les féministes de la gauche caviar et laïcarde continuent de dézinguer la famille !!
Touraine détruit les couples, Hollande n'est pas marié donc il s'en fout.

More on Le suicide français:

For further glimpses of the truly desperate state of morality in France:

Aux armes, chrétiens!

[Update 19 October 2014]  Plans to transfer the butt-plug to the Vatican  and to reinflate it in St Peter’s Square, as a sign of pastoral welcoming to the vibrant diversity of Christendom, have been canceled at the objections of those bishops who have not yet taken leave of their senses.

Friday, October 17, 2014

Time, gentlemen

Check this out:

More than two dozen African countries have already imposed restrictions or outright bans on travel to and from Liberia, Sierra Leone and Guinea, and numerous air carriers have canceled flights.

I earlier mentioned the stalwart stance of KSA, in banning the inflight of (pourtant) Muslims  from the top three infected countries, to the Hajj;  thank goodness, this year’s pilgrimmage seems to have gone off especially well.
But I had no idea that so many African countries  were less paralyzed by political correctness, than is America, Belgium, or France.

Ebola nurse, enjoying her Caribbean cruise.


There has been much tut-tutting about ‘scare tactics’ re ebola.  In principle, that is a valid concern.  There have historically been many cases of media-inflated panics, simply to “sell newspapers” (permit me this somewhat archaic formulation, propre à  un sexagénaire).  In our own day, “shark attacks” (or child abductions) regularly fill the news vacuum during the summer doldrums; eventually it is acknowledged that there was  statistically  nothing to it.
But there is a contrary possibility, that of “sedative tactics” or “soporific tactics”.  Thus, consider what your impressions are, of the progression of ebola.

[Pause while you reflect.  Then, scroll down.]


The sense one gets from the media is:
(1) First, one has a slight fever, then perhaps diarrheia and vomiting.  All quite familiar symptoms of a host of minor illnesses, from childhood on, and in that sense  almost reassuring.
(2)  Next, either
(a) you are all better again, feeling your oats, clicking your heels, and immune for evermore,
(b) somehow, silently, in the night, (no-one knows quite how)
a gentle death spreads o’er thee,
like some sweet dream,
and thou art risen among the angels,
world without end.

Actually, as a matter of medical fact, there seems to be an intermediate stage, at least in some cases.   These you will not generally hear of.

The standard image in the media these days, is this:

Kinda cute li'l critter, big eyes and a lopsided grin

Not very threatening;  might almost be one of those ribbon stick-ons for your car, in support of Breast Cancer Awareness or whatever.

But if you google-image “ebola symptoms”, a different picture emerges:

Coming soon ...
... to a nursery school ...

.... near you.

Enjoy the epidemic!
Heaven forbid we should offend anyone, by actually protecting ourselves...

Sorry to have to display such things;  but the fact is, the airbrushing of ebola's real nature   amounts to a kind of cover-up.

[Update 18 October 2014]  Never mind, stand down.  Everything is now under control.
The President has just appointed a lawyer and “longtime political operative” as “ebola czar”.   That should fix things.
Problem solved.

(Wonder if, a few months from now, we’ll be hearing “Klainy, you’re doing a heckuva job.”)

[Update 19 October 2014]  Hmm …

President Obama on Saturday evening met with members of his national security and public health teams for an update on the administration's response to the Ebola outbreak. The president's new Ebola czar, Ron Klain, did not take part in the meeting, according to the White House.

Interesting.  Second such meeting he’s missed, so they say.  Is he perhaps, ahh, feeling a little under the weather?  Running a slight fever? ….
OK, let’s go back to panic.


Yes, all this is kind of harsh;  but that is called-for, given the continuing fog of obfuscation and patronizing Pollyannaism we are being fed.

Thus, the other day, one of the major media outlets had a nice simplified graphic, of the sort that could be understood even by illiterates, to “educate the public”.  Eager to learn, we set down our crayons and pulled our chairs close.

There we saw an icon of a meal with one of those diagonal ‘Not’ lines through it.  Actually that isn’t as easy to interpret as the editors apparently thought, since the most obvious interpretation -- “Don’t eat” (here, or this, or whatever) -- is the opposite to the one intended.   What they meant was:  Go ahead -- “Whatsoever ye find in the market, that eat” (as St Paul put it):  you “can’t get ebola from food.”

Now, we shall readily grant that the chances of contracting ebola from a pizza or whatever  are effectively nil;  but that cheerful slogan brushes over the generally accepted account that this outbreak entered the human population precisely via food:  Namely, bushmeat.

Oh well, true enough (you might tut-tut), but none of that has any relevance to the West, where we don’t eat monkeys and pangolins and bats and what-have-you.  Only … wherever you have pockets of African ex-pats, you are going to find illegal importation of bushmeat, generally in the suitcases of travelers (which means that, in addition, it will not be of the freshest).   A recent article states that 270 tons of the stuff -- viande de brousse -- is smuggled-in annually via Roissy airport alone.

270 tonnes de viande de brousse illégale transitent chaque année par l'aéroport de Roissy (France)

De la viande de brousse est toujours importée illégalement en France

Don’t take their word for it; here is an official source:

Wednesday, October 15, 2014

Limbo Stick

The year was 1962;  America still had a year or so to go, in friendly frivolous teen and pre-teen revels, before the disaster at Dealey Plaza  drew the curtain across such carefree ways  for aye.    All the teenies and tweenies were wriggling and writhing to the beat:

Jack be limbo, Jack be quick
Jack go unda limbo stick
All around the limbo clock
Hey, let's do the limbo rock

Limbo lower now
Limbo lower now
How low can you go?

-- Chubby Checker, “Limbo Rock”


And now, in our own times (the moon, a ghastly leprous white, intermittently visible through slashes in the thunderclouds), we again are confronted with that question, though now in a different key.

How low can you go?

How low can you go??

How low can you go???

Answer:  Very low indeed; facilis descensus Averno.

Prominently featured in this morning’s French press:

Éloïse Bouton comparaît mercredi devant la justice pour «exhibition sexuelle». En décembre 2013, elle avait fait intrusion seins nus dans l'église de la Madeleine et simulé un avortement avant de souiller les lieux d'urine.
Elle termine son «happening» à la sauce Femen en urinant devant une assemblée interdite. Sur sa poitrine est inscrit un message en référence au «manifeste des 343 salopes», en faveur de l'avortement. «Noël est annulé! Du Vatican à Paris. Le relais international de Femen contre les campagnes anti-avortement menées par le lobby catholique continue, la sainte mère Éloïse vient d'avorter de l'embryon de Jésus sur l'autel de la Madeleine», communique alors le mouvement Femen sur les réseaux sociaux.

The mealy-mouthed charges here are merely for “exhibitionism”;  but you can be certain that, had the perpetrators been from the milieu of the Manif pour tous, and the target of this vicious display been Judaism or Islam, they would already be in prison, denounced from all sides.

I tried looking up this story in Google News, but all it returned were French accounts:  the anglophone media are so far apparently mum (or else  for some reason  Google refuses to index the English media that do reference the story, content to return zero  rather than let them have their say.)

The group had earlier perpetrated an outrage against Notre-Dame de Paris.  In that case, the French legal system let them go scot-free.   Not that the courts can’t be tough when it suits their politics:

Le tribunal, dans une insulte au bon sens, a condamné à une amende les gardiens de la cathédrale jugés coupables d'un comportement trop brutal envers les activistes du groupe Femen.

(Weiteres zum Thema hier.)

Ebolabonanza: latest updates

The latest faits-divers regarding Western fecklessness in confronting the epidemic (main essay here:  Ebola tourism).

[Update 9 October 2014] 

(1)  The Obama administration’s timid response to the latest events -- a response evidently reluctant, and under public pressure -- to the extent of taking the temperature of passengers from ebola-ravaged lands, only at five airports and only after it’s too late -- namely, after they have arrived here, from whence no-one will have the guts to send them back -- is, as the CDC itself admits, mostly just for show:  to show, not that they actually care, but they can at least pretend to care.   The French socialist government has just announced that they are unwilling to go even that far.   The leader of the Front national, Marine Le Pen, has called for suspending flights from the infected countries;  unfortunately, the general election isn’t till 2017 -- plenty of time for the socialos to do irreversible damage in the meantime.

[Update 15 October 2014]
National Nurses United, a labor organization, issued a statement it said came from nurses at the hospital who reported feeling “unsupported, unprepared, lied to and deserted to handle their own situation.”
The statement said that the guidelines for handling Duncan were constantly shifting, and that for the first two days of Duncan’s isolation, the protective equipment given to nurses did not cover their necks.

The official Texas biohazard suit
Just add duct tape and you’re done!

(2)  Likewise vulnerable is Spain, via their enclave of Melilla in Morocco.   For reasons of political correctness, Spain has refrained from erecting an adequate barrier, so that the one they have is often scaled or knocked down.  Just yesterday, over three hundred sub-Saharans assaulted the enclave at several points simultaneously (apparently coordinated by traffickers) -- some over the wall, some coming into the port on a float.   All this in the hope (which in the past has repeatedly been fulfilled) of being sent on their merry way to Spain, courtesy of the taxpayer, legality be damned, and with all the diseases they might be carrying.  Melilla itself lacks appropriate specialized hospital facilities, and has requested them, in the face of the continued refusal on the part of the Spanish government  to defend the enclave, or to allow it to defend itself.  (Indeed, just a few days ago, yet another bisounours European commission delivered a tut-tut report against the Melillian (and Moroccan) authorities  for insufficient TLC towards the invaders.

(3)  I just watched a video from Sierra Leone, which attempted to show the professional level of measures being taken by the government there.  The camera crew followed a nice young man -- a volunteer, bless him, in a very dangerous job -- driving to a crowded quarter of Freetown  to retrieve an ebola-infected corpse.  (Remember that the corpse is at least as dangerous as the live carrier.)   The crowd was hostile, especially the relatives of the deceased;  a single soldier stood guard but did nothing; ultimately the young volunteer had to retreat, leaving the corpse to rot and infect others.

We then proceeded to a similar mission, this time at a military hospital, so that there was no problem with an unruly mob.  We watching the volunteer and several of his comrades,  patiently and dutifully suiting up, till they looked like astronauts.  Only … one detail:  In a suit like that, the astronaut would be dead.  For the suit left a gaping hole at the throat.  (Sort of like the Maginot Line, which was sound in construction but omitted to cover Belgium;  epic fail.)   The team proceeded anyway, having patched the gap with … Scotch tape!

Uh-oh ... check your zipper ..

(4)  Those who attempt to calm (or paper-over) public fears, speak blithely of “decontamination” of infected premises, as though that at least were a magic bullet.  But the NBC cameraman who came down with ebola despite not having had direct contact with patients, believes that he caught it in the very act of decontamination -- splashback from spraying a car.

This morning, airline workers at LaGuardia went on strike over being sent in to clean out blood and vomit from airplanes, with minimal protective gear.

(5)  Republicans naturally have been seizing on this, perceiving an issue.   Indeed there is an issue, though they approach it in their by now familiar way, making up lies about ebola-ISIL brigades already at the border with Mexico.   It’s a good thing they are fuming, since the CDC/DHS are both still stonewalling;  but as a party they offer nothing, since, scientifically, they are the party of aggressive incompetence:  witness the many, many missteps in Texas.

However, some friends of mine are committing the fallacy of discounting the dangers of America’s current lax approach, simply because the Tea Party types are attempting to adopt the issue of their own;  as though it were all no more than a Faux News smokescreen.   A good corrective to this is to sample the public response in Europe, where Obama is not an issue.  The point of the examples below  is not to justify the public response, but (a) to help Americans be aware of how this is playing out in Europe, and (b) to counter the suggestion that the whole issue is just an invention of the Teabaggers.

First, Spain.  
* Remarkably, the tone of public opinion has been unexpectedly hostile, both to the now gravely ill nurse’s aide, and to the decision to repatriate the infected Spanish missionary-priest.   The inhospitable attitude towards the priest, their own compatriot, contrasts with the relative mildness of the Liberian who managed to infiltrate the US under false pretenses.   Also, the nurse’s-aide may not be the brightest bulb (aides often aren’t;  she is not an R.N.), and may have infected herself by (as she says) touching her face with her glove while "doffing" (disrobing):  but please!  The particular situation she faced was unprecedented,  and perfection  in such cases  is impossible.  And now a Spanish doctor has likewise quarantined himself:  he says that the sleeves on his moon-suit were too short.  (Having seen that Freetown video, I can well believe it.)
* As for Spanish commentary on sites reporting the Melilla story (which, admit it, you never heard of until just now), it is unprintable:  harder than the hardest of hard lines you are likely to hear in the United States.

Next, France. 
* This morning, some parents are boycotting the local school owing to the return of a pupil from ebola-wracked Guinea.
* The teflon/happytalk French health minister today dismissed the need for further protective measures, with the curious reasoning that “there are no cases of ebola in France”. (Que l’on sache, one wishes to add.)  As though on cue, no sooner had she issued this unsettling reassurance, then a possible case was announced:

9 October 2014 Un bâtiment de la DDASS [direction départementale des Affaires sanitaires et sociales] de Cergy-Pontoise, en banlieue parisienne, a été bouclé ce soir après le malaise dans ces locaux d'une personne qui pourrait être d'origine guinéenne et présentant des symptômes grippaux semblables à ceux du virus Ebola, a-t-on appris de sources concordantes.

Un lecteur ironise:

Ce n'est pas possible. Mme Touraine nous a garantie qu'il y avait aucun danger. Nous aurait on menti ?

Another comments, more ominously:

      Le camp des Saints version 2014.

(For an explanation of the reference, click here / ici.)

[Update, 13 Oct 2014]  Mounting pushback:

Doctors and nurses pray before entering the Ebola ward at JFK Hospital in Monrovia, Liberia. After a doctor at the hospital contracted the virus, some employees quit and the facility stopped accepting patients.

The French ministre de la santé, Marisol Touraine, has been as bad as the CDC director Thomas Frieden, showing the same opacity and blithe dismissal.  Most recently, under pressure, she has said she is “considering” clamping down on direct flights from Conakry.  Well, not actually clamping down -- not actually banning the flights;  but anyhow taking the passengers’ temperature after they arrive in France and it’s too late.
The workers aren’t buying it.

Le syndicat national des professionnels infirmiers dénonce lundi l’«omerta» des pouvoirs publics sur Ebola.

Frieden’s recent foot-in-the-mouth statements were particularly egregious.   Naturally, health-care workers are “bristling” that he (seemingly) blamed the nurse -- e.g.

This healthcare worker risked their life and according to the hospital they worked for she was wearing the required PPE. Why would any healthcare worker want to care for these or any other infectious patient when the CDC will blame the healthcare worker for their contraction of the disease. Why take care of these patients and potentially die? Would you want your legacy to your children to be “breach of protocol”

Actually, his verbiage was so vague that it was unclear whom or what he was blaming;  but really it was worse than that.   If breach there was, by all means lay it out, so that the same mistake won’t be repeated.   But he did not follow through with any details at all;  and apparently, he was talking out of his fundament:  they still don’t know what went wrong.   (As another reader commented, “A breach in protocol … or a protocol that’s broken?”)  Thus, quite apart from any, let us say, lack of bedside manner, the CDC chief’s approach is intellectually quite worrisome as well.

Pushback from a physician:

Officials had previously never made it clear that the 48 people being evaluated did not include those treating him after his admission to the hospital.
Dr. Joseph McCormick, regional dean of the University of Texas School of Public Health in Brownsville, said he was shocked that none of those monitored by officials were hospital workers caring for Mr. Duncan after he was put in isolation. Dr. McCormick worked for the C.D.C. in 1976, when he helped investigate the first epidemic of Ebola in central Africa.
“You know that once this guy is really ill and he’s hospitalized, there’s going to be a lot of contact, manipulation of blood specimens, cleaning up if he’s vomiting or if he’s got diarrhea,” Dr. McCormick said. “You certainly can’t assume that because he’s hospitalized and in this unit that everything is fine and everything that goes on will be without any risk. I mean that’s just ludicrous to think that.”

Acronym note:
Although usually referred to as “CDC”, the full and official name of the agency is “CDCP”:  Center for Disease Control  and … Propagation?

(or is it "Conservation and Propagation" ?)

Monday, October 13, 2014

Phrase of the Day: “An Abundance of Caution”

The expression,  “Out of an abundance of caution”, has been around for while:  but in the shadows, used only by serious scientific folk, and seldom heard by the populace, over the blare of the mariachi band.   Yet now, of a sudden, it is in every ear, and soon upon every lip.
It refers to cases where (wisely, advisedly -- not criticizing here) the authorities resort to measures  they should have take long before, to protect the nation from Ebola.   As when:  Having failed (or rather refused) to cancel visas from the infected countries, or to shut down flights from those hotzones,
a bunch of guys in moonsuits storm an airplane because someone on the flight was heard to utter the word “eggplant”, which begins with the same dreadful letter “e” as in …   (Passengers quarantined on the tarmac for seven hours, while it is determined that Passenger Zero actually only said, “aubergine”…)

Abundance -- a buxom word !  Of classical origin;  its Gallic relative, abound.   And so lushly, deliciously liquid, for whoso (whomso?) can hear, in its etymology, the original Latin, lapping at the lips of connotation …

ubi ingens
Sarpedon, ubi tot Simois correpta sub undis
scuta virum galeasque et fortia corpora volvit?'


Plus it reminds me of one of my favorite enigmatic French idioms:

“J’abonde dans votre sens.”
=  “Suh!  I am entirely of your opinion.”  ….

In German, this choice phrase is being translated as

„aus größtmöglicher Vorsicht“