“I scream, you scream. We all scream for ice cream.”
Before calling somebody, I asked Uncle Pundit what that was all about.
“The ‘Scream.’ They stole it again! Eddie Monk’s picture.”
I believe they call it a painting, Uncle. By Edvard Munch. And it was a different one from that stolen before. Only this one wasn’t stolen in the strict sense. It was taken by force of arms from a Norwegian museum.
“So you know about it? That the Washington Post quotes an unnamed ‘art expert’ as saying it could be worth as much as 70 million! Now is our chance. Our golden opportunity.”
To what? Buy it?
“Buy it? Who in hades would buy it? No, to devalue it. To explain to the world that it has been conned for generations by the elitists who pretend to see something in that god-awful thing that is valuable. Norway now could surpass its usefulness in World War Two!
“Don’t reach for that phone. Lemme explain. Monk, or ‘Munch’ if you got a bad cold, whipped out four of these in the 1890s. Said he had the crap scared out of him one night on a bridge over a fjord, so he painted this spooky thing with its hands up to its ears and mouth open yelling. Did four of ‘em. There was lots of silent screaming in those days; the fear there was no God, no order, existentialism just catching on. You know. Monk caught ‘em just right. The beginning of Expressionism. That’s what a 3-year-old does to embarrass his Mom in a crowded department store.”
Am I to gather you are not an exponent of the Expressionist Movement and that the ‘Scream’ does not speak — or should I say ‘yell’ at you?p>”Damn straight. And not to a lot of other people either. Folks wondering which side of their new Picasso goes up. But now is our chance. Norway’s chance. The world’s chance. What they do is make an offer on the front page of the Oslo newspaper. br> Reward for the return of the ‘Scream’ taken at gun point Sunday from the Munch Museum. 20 dollars cash. No questions asked. ” /p>
Uncle Pundit, are you crazy? They say the work is worth at least 70 million!
A man of faith in a godless age is hitting Americans where it hurts.
Mr. and Mrs. American Spectator Reader, let P.J. O’Rourke talk sense to your kids.
In Britain, defending your property can get you life.
The debacle of this president’s administration is both a cause and a symptom of the decline of American values. Unless Congress impeaches him, that decline will go on unchecked. An eminent jurist surveys the damage and assesses the chances for the recovery of our culture.
It won’t take long for conservatives to scratch this presidential wannabe off their 2008 scorecard.
The American Christmas, like the songs that celebrate it, makes room for everybody under the rainbow. Is that why so many people seem to be hostile to it?
Was the President done in by the economy, or by the politics of the economy?
H/T to National Review Online