It’s Too Late To Say You’re Sorry
One year ago, Eric Adams, mayor of New York, welcomed the first busload of illegal immigrants to the Big Apple. One year later he is crying in his cider:
One year ago, Eric Adams, mayor of New York, welcomed the first busload of illegal immigrants to the Big Apple. One year later he is crying in his cider:
I have just received the sad news that my old friend Bob Hickson died recently. Bob was a West Point graduate and Vietnam veteran who is known to many traditional Catholics for his devotion to the Catholic tradition. Although a few years older than I am, he was my student in a summer school course in Augustan Latin literature at Chapel Hill. It was typical of Bob that his response, when I had given him some Ovid to read, was a mixture of admiration and disgust. “Why he even sneers at the emperor Augustus.” It is symptomatic of the age...
After the fall, we each have a predominate fault driven by physiology rather than merely psychology or external circumstances. The modern personality tests only weakly address this
“Today I harvested honey,” a reader has written apropos of last week’s post, and naturally I envied him the instant I read it. As an adult I always lived in and was drawn to cities, as this chimed in with my nostalgia for civilization on the wane, but the bucolic, which I had richly experienced as a child, ever beckoned the prodigal to return. Civilization is temporal, like our life itself. Nature is like our afterlife, eternally kind to some and eternally brutal to others.
This next group of Westerns, from the 1960-1990 time period, starts with a perhaps unexpected entry: Akira Kurosawa’s 1961 Yojimbo, a film in dialogue with, and a major influence on, the Western genre.
We finally have a Peace Party. And it’s the Grand Old Party, the Republicans. Now the Grand Old Peace Party – GOPP.
You better watch out for the big-haired eggplant that ate Chicago. He might just eat your city too.
Where in the world did people get the idea that children have the right to a free education provided by the state?
The gentle reader is no doubt familiar with the genre of mind game wherein a wholly hypothetical situation, such as being marooned on a desert island, is combined with a highly specific dilemma, such as which book or recording one would take there if one could. The field of speculation is almost limitless.
And poor men South and North. Stephen Heiner goads Dr. Fleming on a country song that is sweeping the nation. Is it the start of populist rebellion or just a whine for the clueless proletariat?