I was out of town all day Saturday (18MAY) and only got back this afternoon. It was a family event and gave me a chance to see all the people who are so important to me but don’t live int he area. Most of the discussions were family stuff that doesn’t belong on a blog like this but there was one piece of business that could be discussed here.
A small secret fanatical group of Shatner fans will gather in July to celebrate and mock all things Bill Shatner. The agenda will include the viewing of prodigious doses of Shatner on the screen and scholarly papers dedicated to dissecting the genius, nay the divinity, of the greatest bad actor of his generation.
But the naming committee is deadlocked between ShatnerCon and ShatnerKhan as the official designation of this seismic event. It seems only fitting that you, the audience of Orion’s Cold Fire step forward and cut this Gordian Knot. Or something.
Anyway, the road trip has thrown me behind schedule so I will be scrambling to put up contnet for the next few days.
No man is worth his salt who is not ready at all times to risk his well-being, to risk his body, to risk his life, in a great cause.
Oliver Crangle lives alone in a cramped cluttered dark apartment and has a parrot that periodically squawks out the word nut. He is near-sighted almost to the point of blindness from obsessively documenting all his enemies and spends his day “investigating” people that he reads about in the paper or sees on television or meets in the street. He categorizes everyone and any that he deems evil, he harasses and attacks. If he thinks that the clerk in the post office is a communist then he’ll call up his boss and report him. If he reads about an accident victim that died in a hospital, he’ll find out who the attending physician was and report him to the hospital as negligent.
The wife of the doctor who he has attempted to vilify comes to Crangle’s apartment to find out why he is doing it. When Crangle asks whether the hospital is ready to discharge her husband she tells him that the hospital doesn’t believe the charge. But she says her husband is a sensitive man and the abuse is wounding him. But Crangle has no sympathy.
Later an FBI agent shows up and interviews Crangle about a complaint he has sent to the bureau about communist infiltration. While talking to the agent Crangle reveals his new plan. Crangle says that by using only his will he will turn all the evil people in the world into two-foot-tall midgets at exactly four o’clock pm. The agent tells Crangle to seek psychiatric help. Crangle reviles the agent and tells him that he too will be one of the midgets.
At four o’clock Crangle is reduced to two feet in height.
The previous episode, The Little People, and this present one are about height. But I guess that’s a metaphor for moral stature. This is a character study about a 1960s version of a social justice warrior. I wonder what Rod would think of how his side in the culture war has mutated into the thing he hated. Interesting inversion. The episode is a little thin for my tastes. Your mileage may vary. C.
I do not dislike but I certainly have no especial respect or admiration for and no trust in, the typical big moneyed men of my country. I do not regard them as furnishing sound opinion as respects either foreign or domestic business.
When they call the roll in the Senate, the Senators do not know whether to answer ‘Present’ or ‘Not guilty.’
Victor Davis Hanson is a classicist by training so it is perhaps unsurprising that he finds the analogies between Petronius’s Satyricon and the cultural rot of our own age.
But I still praise him for the accuracy of his point by point comparison. Comparing the present age to post-republican Rome has become a common trope but Hanson points out just how accurate it is. Nothing new here, just the scholarly expertise of the author pointing out the exactness of the analogy.