Humpty Dumpty Goes to Kyiv
The first thing our rulers do, when they want us to approve some act of folly or aggression, is to change names.
The first thing our rulers do, when they want us to approve some act of folly or aggression, is to change names.
The best reason to follow Facebook is the insight it gives you into the American mind, especially the bizarre mind of self-described conservatives.
What a mess in Ukraine! Is it reversible? That’s doubtful. From now on, it’s a long way back to normality in the international arena.
Presidents’ Day weekend includes Joe Biden. So Happy Joe Biden Day! And weekend. Do the most American thing you can: Go shopping. Increase the GDP. Or the GNP. Or the CPI. It’s fun!
America is like an old business family in which the patriarch has gone senile, and the heirs are just plain stupid, competent only at blowing the inheritance. The enterprise is collapsing inexorably.
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.
Of all the fascinating and historically important details of last weekend’s elections to Russia’s “parliament,” by far the most remarkable is the result in Chechnya, where the Kremlin Gauleiter Ramzan Kadyrov received 99.7% of the vote.
“This would be a great target to hit.” It was Tuesday, and I closed my eyes and pictured an explosion ripping through the Eurostar that was taking me from Paris to London. Done at the right time, with the proper amount of explosives, such an act could destroy or severely cripple the Chunnel, kill hundreds of travelers of dozens of nationalities, and chill rail travel for months, if not years. I opened my eyes again, and gazed at the lovely French countryside. I’m not morbid by nature, but wars, and rumors of wars, have been on my mind since November 13th....