Poem: Une Belle Dame Sans Merci
I wrote this some time in the early 1980s before moving to Rockford. It’s been printed in one or two places. Lovers of Ernest Dowson will recognize the line I have borrowed from one of his best poems.
I wrote this some time in the early 1980s before moving to Rockford. It’s been printed in one or two places. Lovers of Ernest Dowson will recognize the line I have borrowed from one of his best poems.
My old friend Peter Brimelow was kind enough to send me this link to an interesting article by John Derbyshire on VDARE.com. https://vdare.com/articles/john-derbyshire-harden-our-hearts-or-let-the-third-world-in-is-there-another-option
If I advocate an unrestricted right to abortion, then, it must include my mother’s right to have aborted me for whatever reason she chose.
There was close to zero chance Nancy Pelosi’s visit to Taipei would bring about war between China and the USA. China’s economy would collapse under an embargo of their exports similar to what was imposed on Russia.
The Liberal Premise is not so much a collection of ethical and political positions as it is an ideological posture, or, to take a metaphor from everyday life in the new millennium, it is a virus that is forever mutating to meet new challenges to its advance.
Reading the media coverage of the recent hit on the head of al Quaeda, I asked myself the question: When is a terrorist not a terrorist? Answer: When he works for the government of the United States.
Few other first features involved so many future luminaries as the documentary-style German silent, People on Sunday (1930). Not the actors, but directors Edgar G. Ulmer and Robert Siodmak and writers Billy Wilder and Curt Siodmak, all of whom had long careers in Hollywood.
The website has been neglected for over ten days. Initially, the cause was the Summer Seminar, which went beautifully–more on that in a day or two. The past five days, another round of COVID, this one comparatively mild, has taken me out of the picture. Today, I am no longer content to lie on the sofa, coughing and groaning as I listen to a reading of The Day of the Jackal, but I am actually doing proof-reading and and attending to business that is not too taxing to my befuddled brain.
On abortion and other forms of infanticide, Nature gives us the sort of answer she always gives–general rules and statistical averages to which there are exceptions, but, from the Christian perspective, Nature is the tarnished mirror in which we can only glimpse, obscurely, the true reality