I used to take some care in cutting and lighting my cigars, but the sight of the aficionados at work, many of whom have less taste in cigars than the affected young man, has driven me to biting the end off and snatching a light from a pack of cheap matches or from the kitchen stove.
America, once the land of opportunity for ambitious men is now dedicated to incompetence.
The abortion question is being raised by both sides in the shadow boxing performance we call presidential elections. No other question so exemplifies Sam Francis’ characterization (borrowed from the father of Neoconservatism, Benjamin Disraeli) of our two national factions as the Evil Party and the Stupid Party.
The Daily Mail has just published an article by Todd Bensman, who has been in Colombia investigating the U.S. taxpayer funded system of importing Third World immigrants into the United States.
Americans live on a diet of fear. The fears on which we feed are not just our metaphorical daily dose of nuclear holocaust, deadly plague, poisonous spiders, extraterrestrial invasion, and global warming, but, literally, the food we put into our mouths.
State sovereignty died–along with the Old Republic–in a bloody war of conquest, an American Vendée, directed by our first and greatest Jacobin, Abraham Lincoln.
I have already touched upon my central theme: the distinctiveness of American democracy from its Greek predecessors and its French successor. I am going to limit myself to three main topics: the persistence of tradition, the treatment of religion and property, and the adherence to federalism.
An academic friend about go on a sabbatical in England, writes to ask how he should remedy his deficiency in Greek and Roman history and wonders if it is not the sort of question I frequently receive.
This is the first part of a talk (here revised) given to a group of Telos editors and contributors at Cooper Union in New York. With the exception of Clyde Wilson and Sam Francis, the other speakers were Frankfurt School Marxists. This unlikely mix was stirred up by my good friend the late Paul Piccone.
These are the poems submitted to the poetry contest. I am soliciting the votes of all readers not related to the contestants. The only contestants eligible for the prizes are those who were in attendance, but I also welcome comments on the contributions of Travis Berg and Asa Plinch
