Just when you thought it was safe to write off Davos as irremediably dull — think Antony Blinken with a side order of Tom Friedman — along comes the self-described “anarcho-capitalist” president of Argentina, Javier Milei, to shake up the Swiss town with a one-two punch to what he perceives to be the “socialist agenda” of various elites. […]
With a late-career Elvis-style haircut that makes Boris Johnson’s unruly locks look tame, and his dim view of taxes — Jesus didn’t pay them, he says — Mr. Milei had all of Davos buzzing even before he touched down in Switzerland on Tuesday.
That’s an interesting theological point: did Jesus pay taxes? The Romans were some of the most thorough and well-organized tax collectors the world has ever seen. I bet Jesus did pay some kind of taxes.
O/T, one of the things I’ll never understand about Christianity is, the date of birth of a baby born to a poor itinerant Jewish family is known, December 25th, but the date of death of a very well-known rabble-rouser, in a trial presided over by the Roman governor of Judea, floats all over the calendar? This must be in the records somewhere. The Romans were also great recordkeepers. You’d have to translate the date, I suppose, to bring it into the modern calendar, but it would probably be something like April 4th, 33 AD.
Also on-topic the chief cook and bottle-washer (me) has been under the weather for like a month. And also swamped with work. So to give me a little respite (and it was 14 degrees today!) Better Half hunted and gathered and we had baconeggacheez sandwiches for lunch and for dinner, if I ever get around to eating it, super-spicy garlic chicken, because the resto knows me and knows that I don’t like the sugary syrup they pour on for the regular clientele. So I get the “staff special,” the kind of thing they would have eaten back home. I wish I could say that it’s my elevated gourmanderie à la Anthony Bourdain or Julia Child but in reality it’s probably the fact that I smoked (nicotine cigarettes) for 30 years and I’m still getting over my hospital-induced Covid.
I have a nephew/godson who’s about to turn 27. What I wouldn’t give to be him. Doesn’t drink, doesn’t smoke, happily lives at home, has like six gig economy work-from-home jobs, like I do, no Covid, cute girlfriend. That’s the stuff!
I should also say, if anyone’s interested, that when I would visit that family (that’s my sister and her family) I would stay in my nephew’s little twin bed and he, to his delight, would be invited to camp on a blanket on the floor with his parents in their bedroom. That’s also where the dog slept. Crazy. Meanwhile, his younger sister, to put herself to sleep, used to blast pre-teen pop tunes. I never felt comfortable going into her room alone so I’d have to knock on that bedroom…it was more like a suite…door and ask my sister to go in and turn off whatever musical device my niece was listening to.
God, that was so long ago. Here’s an interesting story. My niece should have been born sometime around mid-December, 1999. For my sister it was an incredibly difficult and painful pregnancy. Bed rest, for like five months. They tried to induce labor but they couldn’t do it, for some reason. The clock is ticking and we’re counting down to Y2K! Of course nothing happened in general but my poor sister and my niece almost died during the delivery process.
When my niece, who’s a real firecracker, used to mouth off to my sister, which wasn’t often, but she did it a couple of times in front of me, I’d say to her, “Do you know what your mother went through to bring you into this world? Now sit down and we’ll play a game of Uno.”
Render unto Caesar the things that are Caesar’s. In other words, pay your taxes.
The dates of the Christian calendar were changed by…I think it was Pope Gregory I. He of the Gregorian Calendar and Gregorian chant. The dates were changed to align with the major pagan observances of the time. So December 25th is a fixed date because it was aligning with a pagan fixed date. Easter is always held on the first Sunday, after the first full moon, after the vernal equinox, which is why it floats.
The additional implication of that passage is that Jesus understood the game that his questioners were playing. He called them hypocrites and then added people should render unto god what is god’s.
In other words, they were being a First Century equivalent of some modern day online know it all, and he wasn’t playing their dumb games.
I’ve always understood that Jesus’ birth was likely sometime in the spring/summer, and wasn’t remotely related to Dec. 25. It was slotted into December to essentially supplant the Saturnalia holiday, because the pagans were having fun and the Christians had to stomp on it.
A few weeks back, Wild Goalie Marc-André Fleury wore a mask in honor of his wife, Véronique Larosee Fleury, who is First-Nations Canadian (she’s Mi’kmaq and Abenaki), and in honor of Minnesota Dakota heritage people, getting fined pretty decently for wearing it on the ice😉
Annnd now that Goalie helmet is owned by the State of Minnesota, because the MN Historical Society managed to get it at the auction held recently–so that awesome bit of history & Minnesota Dakota Design & heritage will be owned by the *people* here–not just some private collector, and stashed away out of sight for decades to come😁🤗🥳
Here is the news out of Davos:
That’s an interesting theological point: did Jesus pay taxes? The Romans were some of the most thorough and well-organized tax collectors the world has ever seen. I bet Jesus did pay some kind of taxes.
O/T, one of the things I’ll never understand about Christianity is, the date of birth of a baby born to a poor itinerant Jewish family is known, December 25th, but the date of death of a very well-known rabble-rouser, in a trial presided over by the Roman governor of Judea, floats all over the calendar? This must be in the records somewhere. The Romans were also great recordkeepers. You’d have to translate the date, I suppose, to bring it into the modern calendar, but it would probably be something like April 4th, 33 AD.
My dad was a follower of astrologist Moby Dick who supposedly proved that Jesus was born on March 1st if you believe that sort of thing.
https://astropotential.com/426/horoscope-jesus-nazareth/
on topic, making chicken/veggie soup.
Astrologer Moby Dick?!?! That’s fabulous. I’m going to petition to legally change my name to Ahab.
You might enjoy his book.
https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/32814253-astrology-s-pew-in-church
Also on-topic the chief cook and bottle-washer (me) has been under the weather for like a month. And also swamped with work. So to give me a little respite (and it was 14 degrees today!) Better Half hunted and gathered and we had baconeggacheez sandwiches for lunch and for dinner, if I ever get around to eating it, super-spicy garlic chicken, because the resto knows me and knows that I don’t like the sugary syrup they pour on for the regular clientele. So I get the “staff special,” the kind of thing they would have eaten back home. I wish I could say that it’s my elevated gourmanderie à la Anthony Bourdain or Julia Child but in reality it’s probably the fact that I smoked (nicotine cigarettes) for 30 years and I’m still getting over my hospital-induced Covid.
I have a nephew/godson who’s about to turn 27. What I wouldn’t give to be him. Doesn’t drink, doesn’t smoke, happily lives at home, has like six gig economy work-from-home jobs, like I do, no Covid, cute girlfriend. That’s the stuff!
I should also say, if anyone’s interested, that when I would visit that family (that’s my sister and her family) I would stay in my nephew’s little twin bed and he, to his delight, would be invited to camp on a blanket on the floor with his parents in their bedroom. That’s also where the dog slept. Crazy. Meanwhile, his younger sister, to put herself to sleep, used to blast pre-teen pop tunes. I never felt comfortable going into her room alone so I’d have to knock on that bedroom…it was more like a suite…door and ask my sister to go in and turn off whatever musical device my niece was listening to.
God, that was so long ago. Here’s an interesting story. My niece should have been born sometime around mid-December, 1999. For my sister it was an incredibly difficult and painful pregnancy. Bed rest, for like five months. They tried to induce labor but they couldn’t do it, for some reason. The clock is ticking and we’re counting down to Y2K! Of course nothing happened in general but my poor sister and my niece almost died during the delivery process.
When my niece, who’s a real firecracker, used to mouth off to my sister, which wasn’t often, but she did it a couple of times in front of me, I’d say to her, “Do you know what your mother went through to bring you into this world? Now sit down and we’ll play a game of Uno.”
Render unto Caesar the things that are Caesar’s. In other words, pay your taxes.
The dates of the Christian calendar were changed by…I think it was Pope Gregory I. He of the Gregorian Calendar and Gregorian chant. The dates were changed to align with the major pagan observances of the time. So December 25th is a fixed date because it was aligning with a pagan fixed date. Easter is always held on the first Sunday, after the first full moon, after the vernal equinox, which is why it floats.
The additional implication of that passage is that Jesus understood the game that his questioners were playing. He called them hypocrites and then added people should render unto god what is god’s.
In other words, they were being a First Century equivalent of some modern day online know it all, and he wasn’t playing their dumb games.
I’ve always understood that Jesus’ birth was likely sometime in the spring/summer, and wasn’t remotely related to Dec. 25. It was slotted into December to essentially supplant the Saturnalia holiday, because the pagans were having fun and the Christians had to stomp on it.
Cool news from Minnesota today,
https://kstp.com/kstp-news/local-news/minnesota-historical-society-buys-goalie-mask-designed-by-native-artist-worn-by-fleury/
A few weeks back, Wild Goalie Marc-André Fleury wore a mask in honor of his wife, Véronique Larosee Fleury, who is First-Nations Canadian (she’s Mi’kmaq and Abenaki), and in honor of Minnesota Dakota heritage people, getting fined pretty decently for wearing it on the ice😉
Annnd now that Goalie helmet is owned by the State of Minnesota, because the MN Historical Society managed to get it at the auction held recently–so that awesome bit of history & Minnesota Dakota Design & heritage will be owned by the *people* here–not just some private collector, and stashed away out of sight for decades to come😁🤗🥳
Here’s a bit mote on the art on the mask,
https://www.cbsnews.com/minnesota/news/meet-the-artist-wild-goalie-marc-andre-fleury-custom-mask/
And another story with a few more details on the mask & the purchase by the state historical society☺️
https://www.cbsnews.com/minnesota/news/wild-goalie-mask-designed-by-indigenous-artist-acquired-by-minnesota-historical-society/
How about that St. Paul City Council?
That’s very cool! Our team is very connected to the indigenous community here too.
https://www.seattletimes.com/sports/kraken/kraken-jerseys-for-indigenous-peoples-night-seek-to-shed-light-on-a-dark-history/
hmmm…interdasting….weather report says its 4c……thermostat says it -8
im inclined to agree with the thermostat as everythings frozen….
anyways….no idea whats for dinner…..supposedly the missus is cooking
soooo….50/50 im sorting myself out a sandwich later as daughter dearest nuked dinner options again or some shit
This cold shit is for the birds.