The LLama Butchers

January 26, 2008

All too rare in the "Drive-By Media"

Yesterday, I attended a continuing legal ed seminar in Norfolk hosted by the local bankruptcy bar association to bone up on recent developments and obtain CLE credits necessary to return my law license to active status. I arrived in plenty of time to register and say hello to long-time colleagues before taking a seat in the middle of the pack for promised to be a day of the latest comings and goings in what one speaker jokingly referred to as "the insolvency arts."

I was floored when the opening speaker, a bankruptcy judge from the Richmond division, started his remarks by recognizing me and thanking me for my service. My colleagues in the bar joined in for what will probably be the only standing ovation I will ever receive. I bring it up because it is the latest example of the unwavering support shown to servicemen like me by fellow Americans.

The most heartwarming aspect of my entire mobilization experience has been the extent to which ordinary Americans have gone out of their way to show their support for servicemen and women. The support of veterans and Army family readiness groups is not surprising--the vets have been there and know what we are up against and the families have a "we are all in this together" attitude. The eye-opener has been unwavering support of complete strangers, ranging from the merry band of volunteers manning the Atlanta airport USO, to the gal who lent me her BlackBerry so I could let my wife know I was on the final leg of my flight home for mid-tour leave, to the fellow who pressed a twenty into my hand and told me to have drink on him. No matter where I have gone, strangers have offered their support and I have not been confronted by so much as a dirty look. These stories are all too rare in the MSM but are the ones which need to be told.

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Juuuust A Bit Outside

Close, but no cigar:

An asteroid up to 2,000ft (600m) long will skim past the Earth during rush hour on Tuesday morning in a close encounter unlikely to be matched for two decades.

Asteroid 2007 TU24 will be only 334,000 miles (540,000km) away at its closest point to the Earth, about 1.4 times the distance between the planet and the Moon.

“This will be the closest approach by a known asteroid of this size or larger until 2027,” said Don Yeomans, of Nasa’s Near-Earth Object Programme Office.

“There is no reason for concern. On the contrary, Mother Nature is providing us an excellent opportunity to perform scientific observations.”

Amateur astronomers are expected to train their telescopes towards the asteroid and should, weather permitting, see it. It should be visible through telescopes of 7.6cm (3in) or more as a bright moving dot.

I suppose this means I have to go to Cleveland tomorrow night after all. Rats.

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January 25, 2008

De Rail Denied!

The Fed effectively puts the kybosh on the current plan to extend Dee Cee's metro out to Dulles:

The federal government will not fund the Metro extension to Dulles International Airport without drastic changes, officials said yesterday, effectively scuttling a $5 billion project planned for more than 40 years and widely considered crucial to the region's economic future.

U.S. Transportation Secretary Mary Peters and Federal Transit Administration chief James S. Simpson stunned Virginia politicians at a meeting on Capitol Hill yesterday when they outlined what Simpson called "an extraordinarily large set of challenges" that disqualifies the project from receiving $900 million in federal money. Without that, the project would die.

"The sheer number and magnitude of the current project's technical, financial and institutional risks and uncertainties are unprecedented," Simpson wrote yesterday in a follow-up letter to Virginia Gov. Timothy M. Kaine (D). "I have serious concerns whether it would be appropriate to continue further investment."

Yee-ouch.

This, IMHO, is outstanding news. While running the metro out to Dulles would have been a good thing, the current configuration of the plan called for a gi-normous elevated section right through the heart of Tyson's Corner, the construction of which would have been catastrophically disruptive and the presence of which would have been hidious. I don't live any great way away from that area, and the thought of having to fight my way through it on a regular basis was downright nightmarish.

A plucky ad hoc group has been lobbying to get the damned thing put through Tyson's via a tunnel. I reckoned their collective gooses to be cooked until this nooz came out, but if and when planners have another go at this project, perhaps they'll have a better chance of getting their way.

Woot!

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Another Gratuitous Admiral Akbar Warning

Following on my post of yesterday, what's worse than a fully operational Death Star? How about one with a cloaking device!

FOXBOROUGH, Mass. (AP) — For the second consecutive day, Patriots quarterback Tom Brady wasn't in the locker room or at practice when reporters and cameramen were allowed inside Friday.

During the 45-minute period in the locker room, several cameramen lingered near his locker, but he didn't show up. Nor was he there for the first 12 minutes of practice that the media were allowed to watch.

Asked if he could say whether Brady would practice Friday, New England coach Bill Belichick said, "Not now. We'll see."

Brady was photographed in New York on Monday wearing a protective boot on his right foot. He took it off later in the day and hasn't been photographed wearing it since. He reportedly has a minor high ankle sprain that isn't expected to keep him out of the Super Bowl against the New York Giants on Feb. 3.

Brady wasn't seen during the first 15 minutes of Thursday's workout to which media were admitted, nor in the locker room.

As Belichick was asked Friday to compare the current trip to the Super Bowl to the other three the team has played in, vice president of media relations Stacey James said, "Final question."

One reporter tried to squeeze in another, asking if Belichick could say what Brady did or didn't do on Thursday, the Patriots' first day of practice after a three-day break.

"Was that the last question?" Belichick said with a smile, turning toward James.

"That was the last question," James replied.

With that, Belichick walked from the podium and out of the room.

I've got a baaaaaad feeling about this.....

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Scots Wha Hey!

Our Maximum Leader reminds us that today is Rabbie Burns Day.

Ah, yes. Robert Burns. The National Poet of Scotland. The only poet of Scotland.

I jest! I jest! However, I must confess that, despite my own Scots heritage, I've never got quite so cranked up over it as many of my fellow Caledonian-Americans seem to do. For that you'd have to go to my Godparents - it's heelan coo and kilts, sporrans and black tie for special occassions and the Selkirk Grace every evening with them. Not that I complain, mind you. (Among other things, Uncle always has a fine selection of Island and Highland single malts at the ready when I pay a call.) But recently I've begun to feel a bit like Guy Crouchback at Mugg when visiting.

Also, I never have tried, nor ever will try haggis. Period.

Nonetheless, here's a little nugget by way of marking the day:

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Movie Review

V for Vendetta (2005)

I purposely avoided reading reviews before I saw this movie. Actually, I read enough to see that it was favorably accepted, but I read them months ago and forgot the premise of the film before I watched it this past weekend. If you can imagine a very stylish graphic novel version of the film 1984 with a super hero instead of Winston Smith, and a lighter more swash-buckling tone, you'll get an idea of what V is like.

I'm going to avoid spoilers for a moment and go straight into talking about the acting. Natalie Portman is so incredibly good in this film she is almost too good. Her fear and anguish are so real that they more properly belong in a drama like Schindler's List. But her emotion grounds a film that, without her presence, would not work at all. She carrys this film on her thin shoulders and she does an amazing job.

Why wouldn't this film work without Natalie Portman? Because, V (the super hero) wears a Guy Fawkes mask for the entire film. The actor beneath the mask is Hugo Weaving, who's voice you may recognize as Agent Smith's from The Matrix. While Weaving does a masterful job of overcoming the limitations imposed on an actor by a mask, he needs his precious, tiny little Natalie Portman by his side to make us care.

What is a Guy Fawkes mask you ask? Well, in V it looks like this:

But this is just one version. Read this entertaining post titled "So This Guy in a Guy Fawkes Mask Walks into a Bar..." to learn more. Did Guy Fawkes actually wear a mask? I do not know, but since the mask supposedly looks like him, I imagine not.

Who was Guy Fawkes? Please don't tell Robbo you asked that question. He may thrash you! If you really don't know, you may quietly and discreetly slip away from this site just for a moment here to refresh yourself. Quick now while Robbo isn't looking!

SPOILER ALERT! The rest of this review is for people who've read the graphic novel or seen the movie. I need to talk about the threads in the story that seemed to lead somewhere but didn't end up being used. I didn't know if this was because they were in the graphic novel, but couldn't be tied up neatly in the film OR if it was just sloppiness on the part of the adaptation crew.

For example - V tells Evie early on that "there are no coincidences." This led me to believe that at some point the story would reveal why V had chosen Evie as his quasi-protégé. But their meeting was never explained in this light and it ended up coming off as an accident. From spending 132 minutes with V we know accidents don't happen to him.

Another example of a dropped thread - Evie's friend Deitrich makes "eggy in basket" for breakfast for her, only days after V did the same. Why? If it's not a coincidence then it must the official breakfast of the resistance. But that makes it funny. I couldn't figure out what we were supposed to make of this.

I could go on, but I won't because I want to read the graphic novel to see what I'm missing in this story. This is the second movie adapted from a graphic novel that I've seen which inspired me to want to read the novel. The first was Constantine. Both characters were developed by Alan Moore. I love this guy's apocalyptic vision of the world and I plan to spend some time exploring his work later this year.

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Dang - We Need A Bigger Soap-Box

We're only No. 8 out of over a million Google hits for "University Mary Washington stupid name."

(For those of you unaware of the backstory, Mary Washington College was a perfectly respectable school down Fredericksburg way. About two years ago, the school decided to rename itself, incorporating an ambitious expansion into new undergrad and grad programs. Instead of the perfectly obvious "Mary Washington University", the school chose to go with "The University of Mary Washington." I said it was a stupid idea at the time and I still say so.)

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Good Times

Last evening as I was eating a belated and solitairy omelette (the Missus has the flu and had gone to bed already), the soon-to-be ten-year-old suddenly appeared in the kitchen, wide-eyed. She explained that she had checked out a library book of scary folktales, had read a few of them, and was now - in her words - "seriously freaking out" about being alone in her room. Could she stay with me for a little while and talk?

From earliest days, we've always been bedtime nazis: eight o'clock and you're in your room. Period. Whether you sleep or not is up to you, but we don't want to see you again. And overall, this has served us extremely well, as we've totally avoided all those horror stories about kids who won't go to bed before midnight, and then only after a lengthy and labor-intensive ritual on the part of Mom and/or Dad. Furthermore, all the gels have developed excellent sleeping habits, usually conking within five minutes of the end of bedtime story and the ritual drink of water.

Of course, the eldest Llama-ette isn't a baby anymore (indeed, she's not that far off from the Big Change) and we've gradually become more lax with her, letting her stay up to watch ball games or movies on weekend nights. However, we're still pretty strict on school nights, particularly as she is usually quite hard to pry out of bed in the morning.

Thinking of all this but recognizing that this seemed to be a special circumstance, I invited her to sit down with me. The very first thing she wanted to know about the stories she had read was were they true?

"Well, not really," I said. "Folk tales come from an awful lot of different sources. Some were invented to explain things that uneducated people couldn't understand. Some developed as warnings of a practical (don't go into the woods on the other side of the mountain) or moral (don't desecrate hallowed ground) variety. Some tales, as Tolkien said, simply grew in the telling."

As an example, I cited the case of Vlad the Impaler and his gradual evolution from ferocious Balkan warlord fighting the Turk into the most famous vampire. But I also pointed out how this often worked with good people, heroes, as well, including men like George Washington and Davy Crockett.

"So you see," I concluded, "it's most often the case with tales of this sort that they hold a kernal of truth in them somewhere, but are usually not factually accurate. So don't worry about it. Oh, and maybe you shouldn't read any more scary stories for a while."

The gel pondered this for a bit and then said, "You know, just talking things out with you like this really helps. Thanks, Dad. Say, could we go listen to some music for a little while?"

Well. How could I say no to that? We proceded down to Robbo's Former Fortress of Solitude and ran off, in succession, a quirky little string concerto by Telemann called "The Frogs", Bach's Orchestral Suite No. 4 and Mozart's 4th Horn Concerto. The gel had done a reading assignment on Frederick the Great and Prussia this week: I widened her eyes by remarking that C.P.E. Bach, son of the great J.S. Bach and Godson of Telemann, was a musician in Frederick's service and his teacher as well. I also made her laugh with the story of how Mozart wrote the horn piece for a friend of his who later owned a cheese shop and how Mozart filled the autograph copies with all sorts of silly jokes and comments to make his friend laugh while trying to play them. (See, some fathers entertain their kids with magic tricks. Others talk about sports. Me, I pull out useless pieces of historickal trivia.)

By then, teh gel was completely relaxed and went to bed without a fuss. And this morning, she woke up bright-eyed and bushy-tailed. "Thanks again for last night, Dad," she said, giving me a big hug as I shaved, "Because of our talk and the music, I had a great sleep."

Aaaah.

Ya know, tomorrow happens to be my 43rd birthday. I've long resigned myself to the fact that I'm never going to be a Great Man, no captain of industry, no leader in some field of arts or sciences, nobody who anyone in particular is ever going to remember outside my immediate family and friends. However, if within that small circle I am remembered as a Good Man, well, that will be a sign that I've led a worthy life.


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Random Commuter Observation

Seen on the back of a fellow Jeep Wrangler this morning:

If I wanted a HUMMER, I'd have called your sister!

Heh.

('Course, I had to outright lie when the Llama-ettes demanded to know why I suddenly started hooting with laughter.)

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Tearing The Party Apart

Yeah, I know the pull quote on Drudge from Peggy Noonan's latest is "Bush destroyed the Republican Party" (it's what's guaranteed to get the most clicks). But the main thrust of the piece is the internal rendering of the Democrats by the Clintons:

[T]he Clintons are tearing the party apart. It will not be the same after this. It will not be the same after its most famous leader, and probable ultimate victor, treated a proud and accomplished black man who is a U.S. senator as if he were nothing, a mere impediment to their plans. And to do it in a way that signals, to his supporters, How dare you have the temerity, the ingratitude, after all we've done for you?

Watch for the GOP to attempt swoop in after the November elections and make profit of the wreckage.

Had You-Know-Who run away with Iowa and NH, the predicition of "inevitable" would have come true and the party would now be coalescing around her candidacy. But Democrats are getting a reminder of the kind of ugliness that this political machine is capable of. And I predict their reconsideration of her viability in the general election will come just a bit too late in this process.

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January 24, 2008

Piano Mans

Our friend Christine pastes a couple of classic Victor Borge clips.

I'll see you, Christine, and raise you a Chico & Harpo:

(My long-time teacher looked very much like Chico. And the youngest Llama-ette looks and acts very much like Harpo whenever I play around her these days.)

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Gratuitous Admiral Akbar Warning

BradyTrap.jpg
A fully armed and operational battle station....

Message to Obi-Wan Coughlin and the Giants: You guys all realize that this Tom Brady-with-the-injured-ankle meme is at best a bit of a Sith mind-trick just to taunt you and at worst a trap to lure you closer in, don't you?

Don't you?

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And Now For Something Completely Different.....

Whoops! I see that I've been rayther cranky here today. My apologies. As I stood in the freezing cold waiting for my train to show up this morning, I also happened to read the first sixty-odd pages of Stanley Loomis' Paris in the Terror, my copy of which was just delivered yesterday.*** I expect this had something to do with it.

***Oddly, this is a book that I remember from my parents' library from my earliest yoot, but had never got round to reading. But Mom was quoting some passages at me t'other day and I suddenly got the urge to dive in. Glad I did, but it makes one extremely tetchy on the subject of people who believe they can bring about Heaven on earth.

Anyhoo, in order to shake things up, how about a golden oldie that always makes me smile?

Ah, that's better!

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The Stations of the MDG's

I used to mock the Millenium Development Goals the Episcopal Church has been hustling the past couple years, but this goes far beyond harmless "Buy a goat for Jesus" do-gooderism: TEC now has come up with a Lenten worship liturgy specifically designed to take the place of the Stations of the Cross.

That's nasty, that is.

It's just under eight weeks before I can o-fficially say, "No, thank you, I'm Catholic." Not a moment too soon, either.

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Gratuitous Cranky Musickal Posting ***

(***Extra crankiness due to the fact that I stood on the metro platform for two solid hours this morning freezing my llama hooves off.)

Anne-Sophie Mutter is an extremely popular concert violinist. And yet, every time I hear one of her recordings, my reaction ranges from the lukewarm to the outright incredulous.

This morning I happened to hear her perform Pablo de Sarasate's Carmen Fantasy. It's a trashy piece of music, designed mostly to let the solo violinist show off, but I confess to a weakness for it. Nonetheless, in Ms. Mutter's hands, I though the thing awfully butchered - wild shrieks, questionable accuracy and indifferent tone throughout.

So why is Ms. Mutter so immensely popular? My guess would be that it is because she happens to be something of a babe:

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Yup. Call me a cynic, but I doubt, say, Itzhak Perlman would have got very far playing like that.

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January 23, 2008

Going To The Late Inning Pinch Hitter

Whoa. Since I've fanned out completely with you guys today with my inane excursions into history and musick, I give you instead a pretty durn good Tom Cruise impersonation:

Yips to Lintenfiniel Jen, who also has clips of the Original.

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Gratuitous Musickal Posting - II

In their book Haydn, His Life And Music, H.C. Robbins Landon and David Wyn Jones neatly juxtapose two letters that illustrate a relationship I've always cherished.

The first is from Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart to Franz Joseph Haydn, in which Mozart dedicates a set of six string quartets to Haydn:

Vienna, 1st September 1785

To my dear friend Haydn:

A father, having resolved to send his sons into the great world, finds it advisable to entrust them to the protection and guidance of a highly-celebrated man, the more so since this man, by a stroke of luck, is his best friend. Here, then, celebrated man and my dearest friend, are my six sons. Truly, they are the fruit of a long and laborious effort, but the hope, strengthened by several of my friends, that this effort would, at least in some small measure, be rewarded, encourages and comforts me that one day, these children may be a source of consolation to me. You yourself, dearest friend, during your last sojourn in this capital, expressed to me your satisfaction with these works. This, your approval, encourages me more than anything else, and thus I entrust them to your care, and I hope that they are not wholly unworthy of your favor. Do but receive them kindly and be their father, guide and friend! From this moment I cede to you all my rights over them: I pray you to be indulgent to their mistakes, which a father's partial eye may have overlooked, and despite this, to cloak them in the mantle of your generousity which they value so highly. From the bottom of my heart I am, dearest friend,

Your most sincere friend,
W.A. Mozart

In a December 1787 letter to Franz Roth of Prague in reply to a request for a comic opera, Haydn says, in part:

... You ask me for an opera buffa. Most willingly, if you want to have one of my vocal compositions for yourself alone. But if you intend to produce it on the stage in Prague, in that case I cannot comply with your wish, because all my operas are far too closely connected with our personal circle (Esterhaz, in Hungary), and moreover they would not produce the proper effect, which I calculated in accordance with the locality. It would be quite another matter if I were to have the great good fortune to compose a brand-new libretto for your theatre. But even then I should be risking a good deal, for scarcely any man can brook comparison with the great Mozart.

If I could only impress on the soul of every friend of music, and on high personages in particular, how inimitable are Mozart's works, how profound, how musically intelligent, how extraordinarily sensitive! (for this is how I understand them, how I feel them) - wihy then the nations would vie with each other to possess such a jewel within their frontiers. Prague should hold him fast - but should reward him, too: for without this, the history of great geniuses is sad, indeed, and gives but little encouragement to posterity to further exertions; and unfortunately this is why so many promising intellects fall by the wayside. It enrages me to think that this incomparable Mozart is not yet engaged by some imperial or royal court! Forgive me if I lose my head: but I love the man so dearly. I am, &c.

- Joseph Haydn.


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Gratuitous Musickal Posting - I

From a letter of Johann Sebastian Bach to his cousin J.E. Bach:

Leipzig, November 2, 1748

MOST NOBLE AND MOST ESTEEMED COUSIN,

That you and your dear wife are still well I am assured by the agreeable note I received from you yesterday accompanying the excellent little cask of wine you sent me, for which I send you herewith the thanks I owe you. It is, however, greatly to be regretted that the little cask was damaged, either by being shaken up in the wagon or in some other way, for when it was opened for the usual customs inspection here it was almost two-thirds empty, and according to the inspector's report contained no more than six quarts; and it is a pity that even the least drop of this noble gift of God should have been spilled. But, while I heartily congratulate my honoured Cousin on the rich vintage he has garnered, I must acknowledge my inability, nunc pro tunc, not to be in a position to make an appropriate return. But deferred is not cancelled, and I hope to have occasion to acquit my debt in some way.....

- JOH. SEB. BACH

P.S..... Although my honoured Cousin kindly offers to oblige with more of the liqueur, I must decline his offer on account of the excessive expenses here. For since the carriage charges cost 16 groschen, the delivery man 2 groschen, the customs inspector 2 groschen, the inland duty 5 groschen, 3 pfennig, and the general duty 3 groschen, my honoured Cousin can judge for himself that each quart costs me almost 5 groschen, which for a present is really too expensive.

That always cracks me up.

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Must Read (Political) Post Of The Day

Via The Anchoress, who pulls no punches taking the GOP base to the woodshed.

If Ronald Reagan were alive right now, watching the GOP split into these tantrum-throwing factions (whereby “perfection” is duly defined as “pro-life, pro-gun, pro-free-market, pro-worship, pro-Bush-doctrine, pro-tax-cut, pro-ship-back-all-illegals” and then, as each less-than-perfect candidate’s failure on one or more issues is noted, each are thus deemed unworthy of the support of the pristine and uncompromising “base”) I think he’d be disgusted with the lot of you.
Read it all. "It's Gold, Jerry! Gold!"

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Utterly Gratuitous Historickal Pedantry Observation

I was finishing up the last chapter of Jonah Goldberg's Liberal Fascism (a chapter devoted to the progressivist traps into which well-meaning conservatives can skid if they do not maintain their vigilance), when I came across this line:

Rousseau was right about one thing: censorship is useful for preserving morals but useless for restoring them. A Department of Judeo-Christian Culture would only succeed in creating a parody of real culture. In Europe the churches are subsidized by the State, and the pews are empty as a result. The problem with values relativism - the notion that all cultures are equal - is that important questions get decided via a contest of political powers rather than a contest of ideas, and every subculture in our balkanized society becomes a constituency for some government functionary. The result is a state-sanctioned multicultural ethos where Aztecs and Athenians are equal - at least in the eyese of public school teachers and muticultural gurus. In an open society, best practices win.

- Liberal Fascism at pp 395-396.

"Wait a minute, Self!" I said to myself, "Didn't you just read almost exactly those words about censorship somewhere else recently?" A quick check reveals that I did, indeed. Edward Gibbon says of the Emperor Decius' plan to appoint Valerian as Censor in about A.D. 250 in order to "restor[e] public virtue, ancient principles and manners, and the oppressed majesty of the laws":

A censor may maintain, he can never restore, the morals of a state. It is impossible for such a magistrate to exert his authority with benefit, or even with effect, unless he is supported by a quick sense of honour and virtue in the minds of the people, by a decent reverence for the public opinion, and by a train of useful prejudices combating on the side of national manners. In a period when these principles are annihilated, the censorial jurisdiction must either sink into empty pageantry, or be converted into a partial instrument of vexatious oppression.

- Decline And Fall of the Roman Empire, Chapter 10 (p. 230 of Volume I of my Folio Society edition)

Before sending one of those snide and snooty corrective emails off to the G-Man, I did a little more digging. Alas, Rousseau's Social Contract - to which Jonah alludes - was published in 1762, while Gibbon's opus was published in 1776. I can only assume that Gibbon had Rousseau in mind when he made his observation, although he does not footnote it.

BTW, I still strongly recommend Jonah's book. His history of the common roots of American Progressivism (which colors modern Liberalism) and the various branches of European Totalitarianism, is masterful and eye-opening. There has been a goodish bit of criticism hurled around about his application of these historical commonalities to his analysis of the current Left, but most of it seems to be based on assertions that Jonah never actually makes. (For instance, just because the Nazis were obsessed with organic food, Jonah does not say that Whole Foods is a Nazi operation.) And his final chapter mentioned above, entitled "The Tempting of Conservatives", ought to be required reading for anybody who calls him or herself a person of the Right these days. And if you haven't seen it yet, Jonah's got a blog up over at NRO devoted to the book, in which he tracks its sales, answers its critics and just generally follows up on things.

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