The Fleming Foundation Cultural Commentary
Here in the Old World, there is often a lot of debate about the Electoral College anytime a US Presidential election looms, but the truth is that so few people, even in the US, really know much about it (beyond what the media tells them). Hence my European friends often ask me what the deal is and what I think about the system. The truth is that the history behind the Electoral College is pretty interesting, and gives us some insights into how America’s current form of government has traditionally tried to function.
In his book, Tye digs up the corpse of Senator Joseph McCarthy with the intent of comparing his maligned career to the current administration of Donald Trump. The Democrats, who have gone full Marxist, could find no better grave to desecrate and phantom to exorcise than that of Joseph McCarthy.
Leftists who claim to deplore consumerism, can only offer more government, while Libertarians and Classical Liberals, whose ideology of individualism began the process that culminates in Marxist-feminist-transgenderist consumerism, can promise only more servility and the degradation of the human person into an object for twisted scientific experimentation.
In 1935 there appeared, to no great acclaim, a book of essays whose title asks a question that is still of vital importance to the dwindling remnant of Americans and Europeans who wish to think for themselves: Who Owns America?
I forced myself to watch the second “Debate,” although I had rather have been watching a good French mystery.
I longed to see Trump emerge as the populist, the champion of us deplorables, the one who talks like a man rather than a politician. I am inclined to think that if that Trump had emerged (if he indeed exists) he would have clinched his re-election.
One such soup I decided to concoct last week, and may I warn the gentle reader not to try it at home. I began preparing beef stock the day before, and on the following day the confounded recipe kept me in the kitchen from nine in the morning until the dinner guests arrived
Some are saying this is the most consequential election in US history, or at least the in lives of the oldest among us. I’ve heard that for many elections, beginning in 1964, when LBJ’s infamous “Daisy” ad warned Barry Goldwater would blow up the world. After AuH2O lost big and LBJ escalated the Vietnam War in 1965, conservatives bitterly quipped, “They said if I voted for Goldwater, we’d get war. I voted for Goldwater, and we got war.”
I had known Pierre only slightly, and my wife still less, as the acquaintance largely predated her arrival in my life, but it was Pierre on whom the story she told at dinner pivoted. As the guests had been challenged to recount the “oddest” of their experiences, I debuted with the bizarre personal episode posted here last week. And Olga, likewise dredging her memory, came out with the tale of Pierre.
When a scandal like that over Hunter Biden’s laptop surfaces, Americans get a little glimpse of how things really work in Washington, D.C. The Swamp Creatures – whom I have called the Rancid Ruling Elite – are utterly corrupt and just in it for the power and the money. For decades they have run the country into the ground while profiting handsomely.
IF black lives really matter, the question remains: To Whom?
