My remarks on the late Don Rumsfeld sparked a set of responses that evolved into discussing the cause of the Second Gulf War. It may be worth a little time to wonder if such explanations are of any value.
“People say the Pentagon does not have a strategy They are wrong. The Pentagon does have a strategy; it is: ‘Don’t interrupt the money flow, add to it.’”
– Col. John R. Boyd (U.S. Air Force, ret.)
As politicians go, the governor of Florida is one of the best we have, but he is not an educated man and does not at all understand the evils that have been perpetrated by American public education, and, since he does not understand the causes of the problem, he is incapable of devising a workable solution.
“How Much Land a Man Needs” is a story by Tolstoy wherein the grim graybeard hints that a man needs but six feet of it for his grave, and there I take my inspiration this Wednesday. My son was visiting here last week, and for a lark we set off to Polizzi Generosa, a town of some 3000 inhabitants in the verdant hills of the Madonie.
Perhaps one needs to be a writer, or at any rate a storyteller by temperament, a habitual raconteur, to feel it, but for a man of such disposition there is no greater frustration than trying to relate an anecdote to the driver of a car while in the passenger seat
While Joe Biden’s fading consciousness was playing puppetmaster to the other six of the G7 supposedly prosperous democratic nations, as he waited to jockey with Vladimir Vladimirovich Putin – his own country was coming apart.
Freedom is not “just another word for nothing left to lose,” with a tip of the hat to the late pop singer B.J. Thomas.
The news from my alma mater… Ah, but the gentle reader may not know that as a young man I spent many years in litigation with Yale University, which sought to shut down the literary magazine I edited for publishing poems that rhymed and, more generally, for airing views unsuitable to a modern place of learning.
Some years ago I knew a lady, gainfully divorced from a Russian oligarch, who turned to me with the plea to find her an honest lawyer in London. This made me privy to the substance of her predicament, which was basically that the fortune she kept in a famously named Swiss bank had been pilfered
