Adam Piggot linked to an article about John Hughes, and speculates how and if you could make his movies today. John was a conservative, working in a more homogeneous society.

John and I never bothered to talk much about our politics. What we did talk about was the 20th century’s dominant scrambled egghead bien pensant buttinski parlor pinko righty-tighty lefty-loosey nutfudge notion that middle-class American culture was junk, that middle-class Americans were passive dimbulbs, that America itself was a flop and that America’s suburbs were a living hell almost beyond the power of John Cheever’s words to describe.
John said, “You remember the line in The Graduate where the party guest tells the Dustin Hoffman character, ‘I just want to say one word to you. Just one word. Plastics.’ That was 1967. If the Dustin Hoffman character had gotten into plastics he’d be a millionaire by now, instead of riding on a city bus with a crazy girl in a wedding dress.”
We were becoming conservatives—in the most conservational sense. There were things that others before us had achieved and these were worth conserving.
John went first. At 20, he married his high school girl friend Nancy Ludwig and stayed married to her for the rest of his life and set up housekeeping and realized he had to make a living.
“I couldn’t go looking for a job wearing what people were wearing in 1970,” he said. “But I didn’t really know where to buy clothes that people weren’t wearing in 1970. I remembered that before I became hip my mother used to take me to Brooks Brothers in the Loop. So I went there. Behind the shirt counter was the same sales lady who’d been behind the shirt counter when I was a kid. She looked at me for a moment and said, ‘I knew you’d be back.’”

P. J. O’Rourke

The woke forget that the older ways of doing things is sustainable. My good shirts, suits and leather shoes do not wear out. Sneakers and Jeans do. And in old cities, you do not need a car, getting groceries included.

It has been Father’s Day over the weekend in the Northern Hemisphere (it is in September here). Many Sons do not have Dads, or have conflict with their Dads. Nic Cole (good author, BTW) posted this: I don’t link to Facebook.

Father’s Day is a hard day for a lot of people. I understand that. Ravi Zacharias had this to say … “If you are swayed by sadness today, remember that God is indeed the “Father of the fatherless and protector of widows” (Psalm 68:5).”
You are loved. Much loved, in fact.

Nic Cole.

Again, the old ways work. Families look after each other. As I get older, the wisdom of my parents becomes more precious. Relying on technology — despite the fact I’m using a laptop to do this and the house is heated by electricity tonight not wood — is not that wise. Often systems that support our technology are poorly maintained, and break down. Sometimes you cannot repair them. I recall when Auckland went dark — the planners had not considered a hot summer. It cost a lot to get a generator. It cost more to repair the infrastructure and get trust back. That was one city. It appears all of Argentina and parts of the neighboring countries lost all power.

In case you are noticing a difference or two in the graphics, I’ve refound Wrath of Gnon. Their images and quotes are generally good, and sometimes brilliant.

Adam Piggott contrasts an Aboriginal AFL player who calls the sport racist with Israel Folau. Folau comes out better, but the AFL bloke plays to the neuroses of central Melbourne, and therefore praise of him is compulsory. I don’t know anything about AFL. I do know that Folau was one of the feared players in the Australian rugby teams. I also know that one of our best players is Muslim, and the sport fits around his religion: in New Zealand that precedent goes back to Sir Michael Jones, who refused to play rugby on Sunday. He may have, of course, had is mind changed.

I need to repeat: the elite are always aligned with the spirit of the age. It is far better to not be like them.