I arrived back in Paris the day before lockdown in March of this year. I had cut short a business/ski trip in Bulgaria under advice from friends, though by Monday night, as I arrived back into Paris with all the shops in the airport already closed, it looked like wisdom.
I am not just angry. No, “angry” does not begin to describe my outrage. For 400 years, my people have been oppressed and living in fear. And this injustice has been virtually ignored while we continue to suffer torment and mistreatment.
The question that is looming before the world is this: Who in America—and in the West as a whole—is going to be represented by the 46th President of the United States? If President Trump is reelected, the winners will be the Christian–mostly conservative–patriots all over the West…
I’ve spent my entire life in countries with unrestricted freedom of movement. Not only did those countries let me go where I wanted, whenever I wanted, as long as I wasn’t breaking laws, the countries were indifferent to my location on a given day at a given time.
All this chatter about reform or even revolution might sound romantic and even intriguing to some, especially in the liberal arts departments on university campuses, but the truth of these disruptions is to be found elsewhere, in dark rooms, far away from indiscreet eyes, in government agencies.
just as there is a deep state, there is also a deep church that betrays its duties and forswears its proper commitments before God.
I might begin with the vernacular observation that, like all of Saint Thomas’s five ways, the argument from design seems rooted in human imagination. At some point we wake up and look around and see that the world is wonderful. We may be the Hebrew psalmist: “The heavens declare the glory of God and the firmament shows his handiwork” (Psalm 19:1), or Saint Francis, who sang of brother sun and sister moon
The other night I had a long and tortuous Corona-inspired dream. I had finally managed to get out of Illinois and the good old USA. I was in Paris at some kind of event or function I had helped organize, but it was in a strange part of Paris that looked more like Chicago or Minneapolis. It was one of those boring “procedural” dreams where you find yourself in the wrong room and cannot seem to locate the correct floor, and when you do, your number is nowhere to be found. Miraculously, I got everything straightened out, and it was...
Ella Fitzgerald, Marcus Aurelius, Draza Mihajlovic, Prokofiev, Willie Nelson, John Crowe Ransom
This short but over-the-top video should compel anyone to buy this book, in print or in ebook. Order ten for family members. Order a hundred to give out at church–when you can finally go back to church. Don’t wait until it’s too late. Jihad could be coming to your town next. They’re here already! You’re next!.
