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Law, culture, and Catholicism...up in smoke!

Wednesday, July 18, 2007

Cigars and Eternal Verities

Some time back, I posted on one of the philosophical convictions of the group that runs this blog: "Nobody who has an abstract standard of right and wrong can possibly think it wrong to smoke a cigar." Of course, there is no better spokesman for this tenet than Mr. Chesterton himself. In this spirit and with confidence in this conviction, allow me to submit for your approval and edification, the favorite cigars of the most articulate (and sane) voice in media today: "Rush's Favorite Cigars."

So tonight after dinner, pick up your favorite Wodehouse, Waugh, or Chesterton; position your lawn chair smartly on the driveway outside of your garage; have a nice single malt on the rocks at your side, and light up one of the choices from this list. This is an opportunity to enjoy one of the finer things in life as well as an opportunity to annoy your Marxist-environmentalist neighbor and shore up true culture. If she persists in criticizing your manly and cultured behavior in claiming that you are stinking up her air, reply appropriately: "You stink to me."