Wednesday’s Child: Curriculum Vitarum
In Sicily they say a cat has seven lives. I am now on my seventh, and the thought of it no more perturbs me than it does the tenacious feline.
In Sicily they say a cat has seven lives. I am now on my seventh, and the thought of it no more perturbs me than it does the tenacious feline.
The Daily Mail has just published an article by Todd Bensman, who has been in Colombia investigating the U.S. taxpayer funded system of importing Third World immigrants into the United States.
Why would an American lad who probably describes himself to his friends as a pacifist want to look like a soldier of fortune? Why would an English lass who is probably vegan, or at least free of gluten, want to look like a Papuan cannibal?
My subject today is mildly unpleasant, but since it had fascinated me for quite some time I now decided to take the plunge.
An academic friend about go on a sabbatical in England, writes to ask how he should remedy his deficiency in Greek and Roman history and wonders if it is not the sort of question I frequently receive.
Freedom of expression is being targeted by the bureaucratic cliques in Brussels, and most recently they are doing it without any pretenses.
When I ask people about candidates they support–and why–they usually respond by praising their position of abortion or taxes or foreign policy. When I probe further and ask what, for example, J.D. Vance has done to limit abortion, they cite some speech he has given or a position paper, To quote the godfather of Beat poets, “The thing is, they never learn.”
It is a truism of political analysts that while most Americans say they do not trust the members of Congress, they tend to trust their own representative. This is a bizarre dichotomy.
We are often reminded that “There is not only no such thing as a free lunch.” This is true in one sense, since, while I may get my lunch free by robbing the restaurant or blackmailing the proprietor or extorting money fraudulently that enables me to spend other people’s money on lunch, but then the restaurant or my victims are paying for the lunch.
I don’t know how many of our readers s intend to vote in the next or any election, but if a vote is to be anything more than a shot in the dark at a tree rustling in the breeze, a citizen is morally obliged to spend a little time grappling with political realities