Disarm the Kurds!
Trump is taking flak for the best action of his administration to date–refusing to support the Christian-killing Kurds.
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.
We sat together at one summer’s end,
That beautiful mild woman, your close friend,
And you and I, and talked of poetry.
Finding an appropriate selection for “Family Movie Night” can be a vexing experience for the Christian household these days. Not only must one sift through the filth that comprises most of pop culture, but I find that even some movies I recall fondly from years past have moments that I would rather not share with my eight-year-old daughter.
Democrats seeking President Trump’s impeachment seek Ukraine documents from him. He should grant their wish – with a Niagara Falls of documents. He should begin with every single document related to the 2014 Biden-Kerry-Hillary-Obama coup against the legitimate president of Ukraine.
I am exploring the possibility of a Greek adventure in January. The plan is for three to four days in Athens and roughly the same amount of time in the Peloponnese. The highlights of the stay in Athens would include the Acropolis and the Acropolis Museum, the Archeological Museum, the ancient Agora, the Kerameikos Cemetery, and the Temple of Olympian Zeus. We are also considering a bus trip out to Cape Sounion to visit the Temple of Poseidon.
Poor kid. I feel sorry for Greta, the Swedish girl brainwashed into shilling for the globalist scam known as “climate change,” screeching how we’re all gonna die. When she should be worried about the Scandinavian equivalent of high-school proms. And it’s not because I’m 1/8th Swedish.
The political Right, both in the United States and in Europe, has come to perceive the professed worldview of Russia’s ruling junta as a conservative antidote to the poison of modernity, a somber counterweight to the West’s cartoonish decline, and an infusion of plain old horse sense to arrest its slide into liberal dementia. To be sure, the poison and the decline and the dementia are all very much in evidence, yet the plain old horse sense issuing from the mighty steppes west of the Urals, alas, is just demagoguery – eyewash and bunkum on a par with the Soviet...
It is dangerous to associate oneself with the term “romantic,” lest one be labeled a sentimental fool, a Don Juan, Taugenichts or a heretic from someone’s orthodoxy; I do, however, reluctantly claim the epithet. From childhood, in my earliest memories, I apprehended, although I certainly did not comprehend, that God, who is wholly other, was nevertheless, paradoxically, immanent in nature – the cosmic order. I thus developed a sense of awe which anticipated an impending encounter. As I matured, I came to understand, that nature was therefore a mediator, a sacramental element between God and man. It was at a...