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All Paid Subscribers / Andrei Navrozov / Wednesday's Child

22 Dec, 2020

Wednesday’s Child: Christmas with the Borgia

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The identity of the Aragonese noble family associated with mafia style poisonings in Renaissance Italy – as well as with incest, larceny, and simony, among other lesser crimes – is incidental to the story here.  I can easily replace the name of Cesare Borgia with that of Claudius of Denmark, likewise known, at least to readers of Shakespeare, for murdering his brother: “My father’s brother, but no more like my father/Than I to Hercules.”  Prince Hamlet, in fact, was very much on my mind when, a couple of weeks ago, I watched Alexei Navalny’s investigation into his own murder. “I...

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17 Dec, 2020

Cruel to Be Kind

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Wisdom comes from knowledge which comes from painfully acquired information about reality—facts.  Since, as you say, you have little knowledge of the current political scene and even less of history,  your concerns do not really involve rational thought but are a reflection of depression, and unfortunately, this is a mental condition that leads the sufferer to be happy to see, as the French say, “tout en noir”, all in black.

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16 Dec, 2020

Clearing the Air….

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The End-of-the Worlders are going from handwringing over a possibly stolen election–please don’t tell me you know it is stolen in fact because you don’t know anything of the kind–to declaring the death of the American republic. It’s the worst sort of ditto-head approach to politics. It begins by saying, “Say, this is about the best damn country that has ever existed” and go on in the vein of Babbit’s speech to the Zenith Booster Club.

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All Paid Subscribers / Andrei Navrozov / Wednesday's Child

16 Dec, 2020

Wednesday’s Child: The Political Transvestite

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Like the word’s Italian variant, coprifuoco, “curfew”–which is now in effect in several European countries–comes from Old French cuevrefeu, “cover fire,” advice to citizens to extinguish fires at a certain hour of the evening.  My wife thinks it’s sweet. “It shows concern,” she says. “Just compare it to what we say in Russian.”  In Russian the equivalent is “commandant’s hour,” meaning do what you’re told or be brought before the commandant and get the regulation nine grams of lead in the back of your head.  Language gives nations away.

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All Paid Subscribers / Seiler

16 Dec, 2020

Revenge of the MIC

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If BidenHarris make it into the White House, we’ll see the full restoration of the MIC: the Military Industrial Complex, as Ike called it. The latest appointment is Gen. Lloyd Austin, who aced out the expected pick, Michele Flournoy. Not surprisingly, the Woke Media are turning this into an “intersectional” battle: If confirmed, Austin would become the first black SecDef, while Flourney would have been the first woman to hold the post. But both are tied into the MIC

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16 Dec, 2020

Secession! and Then What? by the Alabaman

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“Hurrah for the Bonnie Blue Flag that bears a single star…”   So said the Southern secessionists of the 1860s.  Even with whatever differences the leaders of the CSA were certainly a much more culturally intact group than we are presented with today, even I dare say within our own state governments. 

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Fleming / Free Content

9 Dec, 2020

Ajax: The Suicide

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The Chorus, who have been obtuse throughout the play, have misunderstood Ajax’s parting words as a change of heart instead of a rueful admission that he misjudged the world he has lived in.  The drama becomes more intense, when a messenger comes in to report on Teucer’s hostile reception in the Greek camp, and on the instructions he had received from Calchas the prophet NOT to let Ajax out of his hut. 

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All Paid Subscribers / Andrei Navrozov / Wednesday's Child

9 Dec, 2020

Wednesday’s Child: Safety in Numbers

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“Resolved, That the Earth is Flat” was in my youth the stalking horse of high school and university debating societies, probably because to people of college age the proposition sounded startling enough to make them tingle with anticipation of controversy.  Besides, since not one among them believed that the Earth was actually flat, deep down they were pleasantly certain that the outcome of the vote would in no way change their lives, and so on to law school they went.  They have debates of narrower scope these days, as many of them, upon finishing law school, clerking for important judges,...