Ray Goes to the Movies at Home: Introduction to the Fifties
The 1950s are often called the American decade, a time when the United States ruled the roost militarily, economically, and culturally. Hence, the title of this list of my favorite movies.
The 1950s are often called the American decade, a time when the United States ruled the roost militarily, economically, and culturally. Hence, the title of this list of my favorite movies.
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.
The subject of “election interference” is of late the media equivalent of tulip fever, notwithstanding that free competition of opinions and ideas, which interfere with and undermine one another, is what a proper electoral campaign ought to be all about.
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.
A longish title today, but worth it. Nietzsche’s birthday, on October 15 exactly 180 years ago, is coming up, and what better tribute to the author of The Birth of Tragedy from the Spirit of Music than a modern update? Especially because my post a few weeks back, on the different speeds with which the arts atrophy, elicited such a lively response from the gentle reader.
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.
Wars drive people insane. That happened with Ryan Routh, now accused of attempting to assassinate former President Trump on Sunday.
Why would an American lad who probably describes himself to his friends as a pacifist want to look like a soldier of fortune? Why would an English lass who is probably vegan, or at least free of gluten, want to look like a Papuan cannibal?
What is the supposed purpose of a presidential debate? To discuss the critical issues of the day. That hardly happened last night. Here are the questions the ABC “moderators” failed to ask Trump and Harris:
I have decided not to vote in November, the first time I have missed a presidential election since my vote for Goldwater in 1964. I am too old to stand in line for useless gestures.