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.
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John Derbyshire on Why We Should Harden Our Hearts
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
Abortion Advocacy as Moral Suicide
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.
Pelosi Visit Just Pushed Beijing Closer to Moscow
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 Great Revolution–From Whiggery to Marxism in one easy lesson
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.
“I Don’t Want to Startle You, but They are Going to Kill Most of US…”
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.
Wednesday’s Child: Cards on the Table
Young Vasily, who the other day cleared the nine-months plank at seventy-five centimeters, is showing an early interest in the deck. To be sure, it appears that the laminated finish of a playing card, rather than its relative value in chemin de fer or blackjack, is what fascinates him….
Poem by Lawrence Binyon
With proud thanksgiving, a mother for her children,
England mourns for her dead across the sea.
Flesh of her flesh they were, spirit of her spirit,
Fallen in the cause of the free.
