Pro-Aborts on the Armageddon Path
Pro-aborts are exulting in last week’s victory in putting one of their own baby killers on the Supreme Court of Wisconsin
Pro-aborts are exulting in last week’s victory in putting one of their own baby killers on the Supreme Court of Wisconsin
Some years ago, when my wife and I were in London, a car passed by at full tilt as we stood on a street corner by Sloane Square. The passengers inside were amusing themselves by throwing ball bearings out the window. One pea-sized steel ball flew just inches from Olga’s face and crashed into the asphalt at our feet.
I don’t see why people are making a fuss about Justice Thomas. If he has improperly received gifts from people of influence, give him the Abe Fortas treatment. If his acceptance of such gifts was legal and ethical, let us quickly move to dismiss the charges.
While we are waiting for people to acquire and peruse The Marshall’s Own Case, we can talk briefly about the series. The first novel is as good a way to begin as anything .
Many of our readers I know personally and some are good friends, and I think to a great extent we are all at least virtual friends
Now that former President Trump has been indicted and will become a prisoner, however briefly, in America’s vast Gulag Archipelago of hellhole concentration camps – such as those in which some of the Jan. 6 protestors still languish – what next?
Seeing that the Academy of Motion Picture Arts and Sciences understands film about as much as the United Nations understands anything, this week I’m giving out my own Oscars. Admittedly my choices are the haul of a lifetime rather than of a single year gone by, as I haven’t been to the cinema or watched a film by any other means for at least a decade.
In this episode Dr. Fleming and Stephen discuss Red River (1948) and The Furies (1950) and the ending of the sentimental Western in favor of tougher, grittier stories and characters. These films were chosen to look deeper at the theme of empire-building in the West. Homework for next episode: watch Buchanan Rides Alone.
A few days ago, in the discussion of the Nashville school shootings, I suggested that if people wan’t to gain a more serious understanding of the transgender world, they might not do better than to read the seventh of Magdalen Nabb’s detective mysteries set in Florence (not South Carolina).
I wrote this fifty years ago after taking part in a hog-killing. We did eat every scrap of the pork.