News of My Demise Updated
Health updates are always tedious, especially, in my case, when one is the patient. This should be my last report.
Health updates are always tedious, especially, in my case, when one is the patient. This should be my last report.
It’s a curious paradox that in the West, with its cultural affinity for individualism, weapons are usually anonymous. Who can name the designer of the F-22 or the inventor of the M-16? The collectivist Russians, by contrast, name their arms after their authors, and even when a fighter plane built for Stalin happens to be the brainchild of an Armenian (Mikoyan) and a Jew (Gurevich), it still bears the name MiG.
The first October Surprise to rig the election supposedly was Reagan’s people in 1980 getting the Ayatollah to postpone releasing the American hostages until Carter was out of office. Liberals still push that meme. But I remember that election well and it was clear Reagan would beat the pathetic Carter, who had stuck us with 20% interest rates, a “malaise” economy and weakness before not only the Ayatollah, but the Soviet Union. This year the first big surprise was the New York Times releasing what they claimed were figures from President Trump’s tax returns. It was an obvious ruse from...
Trump blew it. The President of the United States allowed himself to be called a “liar” and a “clown,” an enormity that has not even been noticed. And he failed to deal effectively with any of his opponent’s smooth lies. For millions of shallow, naïve, clueless Americans, Biden appeared “Presidential” and as Trump’s superior in character, knowledge, and constructiveness.
The modern American household is a far cry from the family “castle” that even the King dared not enter. It is a set of cubicles, where individuals stash their stuff and listen to their own music or watch their own programs….
The existence of Coke and Pepsi as two competing brands of the same fizz always put a powerful argument in the mouths of those Russians who would claim that America’s avowed attachment to pluralism is a facade.
Biden was refreshingly candid. At last the American people get to see the real Joe, a nasty, lying, slandering little reptile with a fixed grin on his face begging for someone to knock it off with a well-aimed blow of the fist.
Lying awake, I half-dreamed a novel plot in which an ordinary man dies, technically, on the operating table. The doctors revive him, and after weeks of slow and painful recovery, he goes back to his old life.
Let me be honest with the gentle reader. The idea of this post has been plagiarized by me from a site called EUvsDISINFO, where an article with the above title appeared a few days ago. I do not often plagiarize, which says less about my morals as a scholar than about the state of modern journalism, but I found that article exceptionally interesting.
As America goes through another paroxysm of Supreme Court mania since the death of Ruth Abortion Ginsburg, I though I’d advance a reform of the court I don’t think anyone else has devised: Make the court comprised of the chief justices of the 50 states. So the court would expand from nine to 50. And it would meet for one month every two years.