It has been years since The Purging Lutheran read this book. Malcolm is a pretty cool guy. Blink is an earlier book of his which explains how we make quick judgments on the the things we see and read. The best I remember we take about 7/10ths of a second to decide if we like or do not like a person we meet, an idea we hear or a headline we read. Maybe it’s less than 10 seconds but I’m pretty sure it was less than one second. Of course, our biases are the big influence in these decisions. I got beat up by a guy with red hair so, naturally, it doesn’t take a lot of time for me to have an opinion on other redheads. Back in the early NFL days (1920) the Bunny Corcoran-led Canton Bulldogs whipped my favorite team, the Pitcairn Quakers, 48-0. Bunny Corcoran? Grrr! Or, to be fair, if you are not hundreds of years old like me maybe you recall a recent Superb Owl* game where Seattle lost to New England in the last moment. Tom Brady? Grrr!
This book leads one to believe that a faulty news headline such as “Baby Scorpions Good Gift Idea” might convince us that buying our girlfriends baby scorpions could be a good gift idea. It’s not until you read further in the article that buying a baby scorpion is, in fact, a poor gift idea because it can kill her with its poison. Do you see what Malcolm is getting at? You do? Good.
This book has been sent away but I don’t know where. I think My Sweet Rib is hoping to get some book credit from halfpricebooks. She’s a smart dame.
21-24 Have you not been paying attention?
Have you not been listening?
Haven’t you heard these stories all your life?
Don’t you understand the foundation of all things?
God sits high above the round ball of earth.
The people look like mere ants.
He stretches out the skies like a canvas—
yes, like a tent canvas to live under.
He ignores what all the princes say and do.
The rulers of the earth count for nothing.
Princes and rulers don’t amount to much.
Like seeds barely rooted, just sprouted,
They shrivel when God blows on them.
Like flecks of chaff, they’re gone with the wind.
*copyright, you know