My annoying friend David Kelsey has got a great-guns discussion going about the movie version of Constantine’s Sword, a book I read and enjoyed a few years ago, with certain reservations — mainly that author James Carroll, a former Catholic priest, comes out by the end sounding so politically correct and essentially anti-Catholic that his “new” views seem to color what would otherwise have been very illuminating analysis of a critical turning point in the history of the Church, especially, yes, as it relates to Jews. I’m also a little suspicious of his little Freudian motif he weaves throughout.
This is always a hot-button topic. There is something in me that won’t let me join the chorus of otherwise nearly universal Jewish condemnation of the history of the Church, right up through more or less present times. And I am not quite sure what that something is.
Cross-posted on Dean’s World.
DNA tests carried out by a U.S. laboratory prove that bone fragments exhumed last year belong to two children of Czar Nicholas II, putting to rest questions about what happened to Russia’s last royal family, a regional governor said Wednesday.
Bone fragments dug up near the Ural Mountains city of Yekaterinburg are indeed those of Crown Prince Alexei and his sister, Maria, whose remains had been missing since the family was murdered in 1918 as Russia descended into civil war, said Eduard Rossel, governor of the Sverdlovsk region.
An amazing thing, to resolve a great historical question this way. The Romanov Dynasty was wicked and cruel as a whole, but there was no moral basis — other than Leninist “revolutionary justice” — to kill the children of tsar. They were killed, and brutally too, and now any lingering questions would seem to be resolved.
Apr 29, 2008 Blogophilia
I don’t usually comment on Instalanches, since my first or second one way back on the other blog. (I have considered writing, “Welcome, I guess, Instapundit readers! Please don’t look around at our other posts here, okay? Nothing that would be of interest to you. Move along, move along…” but wouldn’t want anyone to get the wrong idea!)
But the one that is still shaking this post, generated here, is kind of interesting because of the bloggin’ company I’m in, which is fairly high rent for me. Pretty much all, as Sy Sims says, “names you must know.”
Does this mean something?!
Not hardly. Mainly it’s about timing, once — admittedly — you merit having Glenn read your Technorati pingbacks, and in this case I happened to be a little ahead of the story. Well, actually, as I point out (modestly as ever) in my post, a ways ahead. Fine.
Tomorrow, though, 99% of that traffic will have moved to some other part of what I call “Instapundit’s comments section,” i.e., the lumpen moderate rightosphere, mostly. But hey, we’re part of all that here. Why? The money, of course. And the perks, natch.
Plus the opportunity to utterly rule out any chance of any sort of public service opportunity implicating Senate approval.
And that precious, luscious, gone-overnight Instapundit traffic — no matter what!!
Roland has tagged me in this sentence game doohickey, and who am I to break the chain?
Here’s how it goes:
1. Pick up the nearest book.
2. Open to page 123.
3. Find the fifth sentence.
4. Post the next three sentences.
5. Tag five people, and acknowledge who tagged you.
It seems like a party game without the headache in the morning. It’s the kind of thing you do if you are having trouble getting to sleep, I guess. Which I hardly ever do.
But what do you know. Your lucky night!
Here come my three sentences, based on my closest-to-hand English language book right this minute, a little old number called The Torah Profile (Mesorah Publications 1988), edited actually by my old friend Rabbi Nisson Wolpin, that I am not quite sure what it’s doing here. I mean, I do have a lot of this stuff, but why it is in the bookshelf in my home office seems to be a Passover cleaning artifact that I am powerless to explain. I mean, it has my wife’s maiden name written in it! Anyway, the book is an anthology of biographical sketches of Torah scholars from different eras originally published in Agudath Israel‘s Jewish Observer magazine. This selection happens to be about the Tunisian sage Hakham Yitzhak Hai Tayeb who lived from 1743 to 1837, if you don’t mind! (To those of you who know Har Nof in Israel, I believe it is he after whom the street called Rechov Chai Taib is named.)
Okay, here goes:
The Phoenicians had two city-states, Tyre and Sidon (cities by those names still exist today), each with its own king. The Phoenicians were known as the world’s best businessmen and shippers; indeed, there is archaeological evidence that they reached North America. It goes without saying that they had branches of their export-import trade in every port of the Mediterranean, Tunis — or Carthage, as it was known in antiquity — among them.
Hope you’re satisfied, Roland.