A Modest Proposal to End the Abortion Dilemma
What wonderful things one learns on Facebook. All these years, I thought it took a male and a female to make a baby.
What wonderful things one learns on Facebook. All these years, I thought it took a male and a female to make a baby.
You’ve just been hired as PR agent for Kyle Rittenhouse. Evil-minded reporters on Left and Right seem to be asking the same question: Rittenhouse went to Kenosha with an AR15 to take a stand for law and order in a riot orchestrated in part by Black Lives Matter, whose leaders have been threatening mayors and police departments across the country. As one BLM spokesman just declared, when asked about the killing of five people at a Waukesha Christmas Parade, “It sounds like the revolution has started.” How do you squareKyle’s support for lawfulness with his support for an organization inciting...
As I write, in the background on my computer plays YouTube with Judge Bruce Schroeder giving the jury its final instructions in the Kyle Rittenhouse trial in Wisconsin. If we still had the rule of law in America, the trial never would have occurred and the prosecutors would be in the clink for prosecutorial misconduct.
One of the benefits of Joe Biden in the White House is he can’t give long speeches. I suggest watching all of his Sept. 21 address to the United Nations. It’s half an hour and features the usual hesitations and mispronunciations.
The Annals of Trebizond, Part II Thomas Fleming The history of Trebizond is compounded in equal parts of Byzantine exotic history, American soap opera, and the political morality of the English television show, House of Cards. (Parenthetically, I had a conversation with a TV-watcher so dumb he actually preferred the Kevin Bacon series to Sir Ian Richardson!) Much of the charm of Trapezuntine history lies precisely in how much, comparing great things with small, our own institutionalized culture of pettiness and betrayal. When “Emperor” Alexios I died at the age of 40, the throne passed not to his son but...
The Annals of Trebizond By Thomas Fleming “Trebizond,” I exclaimed, “Why the very word spells romance.” “That’s funny,” she replied. “I always thought romance began with an ‘r’.” Preface Once upon a time, long long ago and far away on the coast of the Black Sea, flourished the might Empire of Trebizond. This statement is true enough for the WikiBritannica entry, but it needs a few minor adjustments. To be accurate, the 15th century, when Trebizond fell to the Turks, was not so long ago, at least when viewed in the context of the three thousand years our civilization has...