Don’t blog me ’cause I’m close to the edge–

I’m tryin’ not to watch my head…

Hit & Run: Kelo decision:

…The straightforward implication is that any taking of a private residence to hand it over to a business, or just from a poor person to a wealthy person, will be a taking in service of a public purpose: As a general rule, the rich pay more taxes than the poor, and businesses pay more taxes than households.

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The Corner: Ramesh Ponnuru:

Gov. Mitt Romney wants to require the purchase of health insurance by anyone who can afford it. I think that’s a bad idea. …

Finally, we should face the fact that health insurance is not an attractive deal for many young, healthy people. Getting rid of some mandates–for example, the state-level mandates that make it harder for people to buy a cheaper catastrophic policy–to make it a better deal for them would make more sense than forcing them to buy a product they don’t want.

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A Child’s View of Music: Student bloopers. Some are old, some are probably fake, but almost all are hilarious. Via Mixolydian Mode.

And speaking of music, Songs that Make a Difference:

What liturgical song has really made a difference for you? It might be a song that has helped to form or strengthen your faith; has played a significant part in the life of your parish or community; is associated with a noteworthy event; or is simply your favorite liturgical song.

We are inviting NPM members and other American Catholics to tell us your selection for a liturgical song that makes a difference. We would like to know the texts and tunes that have done the most to help American Catholics to discover, explore, nourish, and deepen their faith.

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You can only submit one; I put in for “Let All Mortal Flesh Keep Silent,” partly because I didn’t think many others would. I could also have named “Amazing Grace,” “Comfort, Comfort Ye My People,” and “Pange Lingua” (…of course), as well as, probably, lots of others I’m forgetting at the moment.

On a somewhat different level of gravitas, I note that Amy Welborn’s comment thread on the NPM project included a typo that absolutely made my day: “I cringe sometimes at Protestant hymns that go on and on about being washed in the blood of the Lame.”