Tuesday, November 08, 2005

Here Come the Spoils....

It hasn't been a half-hour since the AP called the Virginia race, and already a profile about religion in the life of Gov.-elect Tim Kaine, a Democrat and the first Catholic to ever hold the top office in the Old Dominion state. (Final results show Kaine with a margin of victory of 100,000 votes -- 51.5% to 46.1% on a turnout of 41%.)
As a Christian missionary in Honduras during his early 20s, Tim Kaine was devastated by the poverty surrounding him and vowed to spend the rest of his life serving others.

That dedication to serve has taken Kaine all the way to the governor's mansion in Virginia.

The Democrat's Roman Catholic faith has played a major role in his life, from his childhood as an altar boy to his work in Honduras - a pivotal experience that helped shape his political aspirations.

His faith-based opposition to the death penalty landed him squarely in the middle of a fierce battle with his Republican opponent, Jerry Kilgore, during the race for governor. Kilgore said Kaine couldn't be trusted to uphold Virginia's death penalty; Kaine argued he can separate his religious beliefs from his duty to uphold state law.
I said this weeks ago, that the Kaine message of "I won't let other people tell me how to practice my faith" was sheer brilliance, and that it would resonate with Evangelicals.

As a final note, Jerry Kilgore's professed love for capital punsihment made the Republican nominee the most pro-death candidate I've seen in quite some time. No pro-choice Democrat in recent memory could hold a candle to him.



Blogger Gyrovagus said...

Let's see . . . how many "Blesseds" is that proclaimed this single night?

Here in Taxachusetts, we are in awe!

8/11/05 23:55  
Blogger Tom said...

...the most pro-death candidate I've seen in quite some time.

Did you see Kaine's rebuttal ads? He all but held up his hands to the camera and said, "These very hands will choke the life out of anyone condemned to death on my watch."

When candidates get into public spats over who's more pro-death -- be it via capital punishment or abortion -- none of them come off looking very good.

9/11/05 09:36  
Blogger Jimmy Mac said...


"The fourth kind of monks are those called Gyrovagues. They spend their whole lives tramping from province to province, staying as guests at different monasteries for three or four days at a time ... Of the miserable conduct of such men it is better to be silent than to speak."

St. Benedict's Rule, Chapter 1.

As quoted as the header to Chapter 18 to "Saint Leibowitz and the Wild Horse Woman" by Walter M. Miller, Jr.

'Fess up, Gyrovagus .........

10/11/05 02:42  
Blogger Gyrovagus said...

Discovered - at last!

Precisely why the name was given to me by my elder amongst the Bloggers, whose name also has a vast and checkered history.

I refer, of course, to the Venerable Elder FUNGULO.

I am, as our Holy Father Benedict said, "the worst kind of monk"! But for God's sake, Jimmy Mac, Canticle of Leibowitz and its sequel(s)? How the hell old are you, you poor dear?

Redeem your soul from its tragic antiquity by identifying this line (book and author, please):

The solitude that followed sent me around the bend. Or at least into the Castro once a day, where I foraged for pork chops and porn tapes, just to be among the living. It was weird doing this after a decade of cocooning with Jess. All those bullet-headed boys with their goatees and tats. All those old guys like me shambling along in their dyed mustaches and gentlemen's jeans, utterly amazed to still be there, still out shopping for love."

And now, a canticle for you, you old Leibowitz person, from our dusty copy of The Monastery Hymnal:

Jimmy, oh Jimmy, hey Jimmy Mac, when are you comin' back?

Jimmy, oh Jimmy, hey Jimmy Mac, you better hurry back?

My arms are missin' you;
my lips feel the same way too;
I try so hard to be true;
just like I'd promised I'd do,
But this boy keeps comin' around;
He's tryin' to wear my resistance down;

Hey Jimmy, Jimmy, Oh Jimmy Mack, when are you comin' back?

Jimmy, Jimmy
Oh Jimmy Mack, you'd better hurry back

He calls me on the phone
at least three times a day,
Now my heart is listenin' to what he has to say;
But this loneliness I feels within
Keeps reachin' out to be his friend

Jimmy, Oh Jimmy, hey Jimmy Mack, when are you comin' back?

Jimmy, Jimmy Oh Jimmy Mack, you'd better hurry back

I wanna say, I'm not getting any stronger
I can't hold out very much longer
Trying hard to be true
But Jimmy, he talks just as sweet as you!

10/11/05 19:30  
Blogger Jimmy Mac said...

G ... I'm old enough to know that it ain't polite to make fun of oldsters.

And, yes, I read the Canticle with it first appeared!

Yes, that is the source of me nom de whatever. Comin' back? Maybe, but only a little bit.

11/11/05 19:42  
Blogger Jimmy Mac said...

Oh, yes:

"The Night Listener"

Armistad Maupin.

11/11/05 19:45  

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