Every society has its hypocrites, since most of us, to secure what we want, will sometimes pretend to be better than we are, but the Greeks were generally frank about everyday realities. Dr. Johnson was being very Greek when he told Boswell that “No man is a hypocrite in his pleasures.”
Gustav Mahler once said that if the public thinks a conductor’s tempo too slow, what he ought to do is to slow it down. Such, anyway, is Wednesday’s Child’s feeble justification for persisting with the theme of the past two weeks, which is the plight of the socially anomalous child East and West. The occlusive membrane separating the home from the state, if one exists and is not ruptured by intrusion of the latter, is in most cases a good thing, indeed one of the condiciones sine quibus non of child rearing. But then, of course, there are cases when...
I’m often told that people “didn’t know what they voted for,” or were “stupid,” or are, “as everyone knows, racist.” Fascinatingly, as far as I know, stupid people, racist people, and even people who are lied to get equal votes in a democracy.
President Trump’s opponents in the military are using the classic language of military strongmen who overthrow republican government.
My post last week occasioned a lively discussion. Not all of it was on point – divertingly, I was made to learn the meaning of “small ball” and “on base percentage” – but let us press on in more or less the same vein. As the gentle reader may recall, last week’s post involved a man in a Russian village who stands to lose his children because one of them has taken up crocheting and there is no television in the family home. For those who wish to follow the story, the man’s name is Ivan Sidorov and the village,...
Tulsi Gabbard lets the cat out of the old bag: “Now we know — it was always you, through your proxies and … powerful allies in the corporate media and war machine, afraid of the threat I pose. It’s now clear that this primary is between you and me. Don’t cowardly hide behind your proxies. Join the race directly.”
A curious thing happened some days ago in the village of N– . Nineteenth-century writers were exacting about sparing the localities where their narratives unfolded a likely embarrassment of disclosure, while at the same time saving their audience from fatigue attendant on superfluous knowledge. Hoping that my own gentle reader may one day reward me, if only by renewing his subscription, I shall now adopt this antiquated practice. At first glance the tiny village, with a population of just over a thousand, seems a bucolic and tranquil sort of place, but facts show that it is in fact a human...
Now we have the spectacle of an unknown “whistleblower” from the CIA trying to take out the president of the United States over the whole Ukraine nonsense. Which isn’t surprising, given that the intelligence services were taken over in the Obama years by far-left democrats, including John “Red” Brennan, James Comey and James Clapper. When their beloved Hillary lost the election, the became enraged, along with their factotums in the media, and have launched multiple assaults on Trump.
Trump is taking flak for the best action of his administration to date–refusing to support the Christian-killing Kurds.
I have no statistics to corroborate this, but I would wager the incidents of choking to death in households where grace is said before meals are few and far between.
