The Fleming Foundation Cultural Commentary

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You Can’t Lose A Generation You Never Had

I woke up today with this happy thought. Born in April 1945, I am a 8 months too old to be a Boomer. That means I enjoy the rare privilege of not belonging to some stereotyped identity created by sociologists and exploited by marketing geniuses to enslave the minds of anyone dumb enough to call himself a Boomer, Gen Xer, Millennial, etc. Don’t Trust Anyone Under 78!

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No Exceptions: The Machiavellian Way of Truth

Several commenters have been kind enough to say they liked our recent pieces on the Middle East.  I am grateful for  the kind words. I am no expert on Middle Eastern affairs, though I flatter myself I know a few things about the history of the region. If my way of thinking has any distinctive merit, it is because I have followed a line of thought you can find in such diverse political thinkers as Thucydides, Machiavelli, the Marquis of Halifax, Gaetano Mosca, Roberto Michels, and Sam Francis

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Popcorn Venue for Normies

So-called conservatives have been orchestrated into indignant self-righteous action again, this time by a low budget action film about child sex trafficking, ‘Sound of Freedom’ (SoF). The usual pop celebrity mainstream voices on the left all panned the film thereby baiting the attention of many normies and affecting their predictable knee-jerk reactions. 

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The Lighter Side of War to the Knife

Hamas and Israel are sticking to their game plans of inflicting maximum damage on each other’s civilian populations, but back here in the center of the universe the citizens of the only remaining superpower are continuing to abide by the rule that in war truth is the first casualty.  At least our people are lightening up the situation with their comic antics.

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Wednesday’s Child: Letter from Brussels

“Let us not argue,” I said to the neighbor on my left, who had just boasted to me of “meeting Putin. You know it’s his birthday today?” The dinner was a seated affair – forty tables of eight – in lavishness roughly at midpoint between a royal gala and a bar mitzvah in the Hamptons. The host addressed the buzzing swarm in Flemish, as all but a handful were compatriots, but as bad luck would have it one of the English speakers was the neighbor to my left.