Philip Johnson, the Raleigh seminarian with an inoperable brain tumor, writes an open letter to Brittany Maynard, the newlywed who intends to kill herself before brain cancer can do it.
Philip Johnson thought he only had months to live, but his response was to finally listen to God, and charge after his calling to priesthood. It is now six years later, and he’s still not dead or unable to work. Imagine how much he’d have missed out on, if he’d listened to fear instead of the Lord!
He does have terrible pain. But terrible pain is something he deals with, as many people manage to do. It is difficult, but it is not the end of everything. His life has meant something to many other people, and he has learned to take help from others, too.
He asks her to take courage and love in both hands, and to live.
That is what we all need to do.
Usually, the sergeant-at-arms for a club (or a Canadian parliament) is a purely ceremonial position that does things like carry ceremonial maces.
Today, Kevin Vickers, an older gentleman who was retired from the Royal Canadian Mounted Police, shot a gunman who’d already shot two on Canada’s Parliament Hill, in Ottawa: a reservist guarding the War Memorial, and a Parliament security guard.
Obviously, _he_ didn’t think it was all about the ceremony.
A profile of Mr. Vickers.
Today’s attack follows another domestic Canadian jihad attack on Monday, a deliberate hit and run of two Canadian military people’s car in a gas station, by Martin “Ahmad” Rouleau. One soldier in the car died, but the other only received minor injuries. Rouleau was shot and killed by police while trying to escape his car, which he had wrecked in the ensuing car chase.
The White House press corps have finally gotten tired of having their pool reports messed with by the White House press office (which is just supposed to pass stuff along to press folks on the distribution list, and maybe check for national security issues).
So their new press pool reports are in a Google Group.
He’s in the hospital after a stroke, per Jerry Pournelle’s blog, and doing better now. (Scroll down for a picture.) As you might expect with Harlan, even a week after a stroke he’s apparently talking a mile a minute and ruling the conversation. This is pretty impressive, as my grandma had a pretty good recovery from her stroke but was pretty much lying around with no energy at a similar point in time.
I can understand Harlan’s asking a Catholic hospital to cover his room’s crucifix (actually a fairly devout Jewish thing to do, so there’s an interesting psychological insight into Harlan). But I think it’s surprising that the nurses had to improvise a covering (maybe most people like the crucifix even if not Catholic?), and that the covering itself wasn’t particularly respectful. Not blasphemous, but not nice, either.
On the bright side, the hospital got him a Jewish roommate. :)
Actually, this is in an area attached to the sacristy, but not the sacristy itself. I’m really surprised the stained glass didn’t shatter.
Naruto is a world with super-weird worldbuilding and one of the oddest premises of any anime. Ninja children being trained for war? A village full of secrets and lies that come back on the kids? And yet it spends a lot of its time as a comedy???
But Naruto is more about sticktoitiveness than even most of the stubborn shonen heroes we tend to like. It has an incredible richness of character and invention that conquers its formulaic shonen roots. It’s overhyped for a reason.
The Naruto manga will be ending soon, and a final movie will finish off the storyline. Here’s a touching thread where fans talk about Naruto and the power of story, and how they learned to overcome depression, loneliness, bullying, and more. We’re going to miss that knucklehead ninja.