Nuclear Paranoia the Second Time Around
Suppose there is no imminent threat of nuclear war. What does the American elite hope to get by terrifying the American people? Just about everything
Suppose there is no imminent threat of nuclear war. What does the American elite hope to get by terrifying the American people? Just about everything
Robert E. Lee, who in so many ways epitomized the highest ideas of Christian civility, summed up the common feeling in his famous statement that, “Duty is the most sublime word in our language,” adding the injunction: “Do your duty in all things. You cannot do more, you should never wish to do less.”
This begins a series on the morality of revenge, drawn from the current text of Properties of Blood, Vol. II: The Reign of Hate. If you have not purchased Volume I: The Reign of Love, you have only yourself to blame.
I hope everyone is as excited as I am about the upcoming election. In Pennsylvania voters have an opportunity to push aside a brain-dead Democratic Party candidate for Senate and elect a Muslim who shills for quack medicines.
If we were to take on Diogenes as our role model, as we attempt to shine our light in the nooks and crannies of American journalism, whom could we name? To make the game more amusing, we should, in addition to picking out the eccentrics, also have to name a famous contemporary who typified the regime lackeys that are the true heirs of Pulitzer and Hearst.
The Virtues, which were once the foundation of all serious moral thought, have been reduced by modern philosophers to a set of abstractions that mean little to men and women wrestling with the problems of everyday life. In this podcast, listeners are introduced to the robust and living conceptions that animated Plato and Aristotle, Cicero and Thomas Aquinas
The problem, from the beginning of the postwar conservative movement, was not merely the incompatibility of conservative instincts with liberal individualism, but with liberalism’s failure to understand the nature of man (to say nothing of the nature of woman).
No, the title of this brief announcement does refer to the birth of a baby, trailing clouds of glory, into the abyss of human life in the New America. It is the title of a Charles Williams novel that has been termed a “theological thriller.”
This is the text of a little speech I gave at the New York City Yacht Club in 1992. Yes, don’t say it, a rather unusual venue for a professional trouble-maker.
I don’t know how many of our readers know enough French to work through this brief poem, but for them, I shall give a few notes as well as the bald translation. If anyone knows of a good translation, I shall add it to the post.