You Get Nothing
We have to shut everything down because it’s all about staying healthy, you see. Which explains why you can’t host a running race on city streets, outside, with tons of spacing and in the bright antiseptic sunlight. Let me walk you through this one. Locally, the parks are open...
Circumspection And The OTHER You Know Who
Things are getting a little hot out there in internet land, and in the interests of self-preservation, I have adopted a policy of speaking circumspectly. If you read my last post, you’ll notice that it never directly references the ‘Vid Nineteen. Nor does this one. It doesn’t need to. ...
Shoving Corona Brand Toothpaste Back in the Tube
They’ll never let us go back to our normal lives. Not because of “the science” but because of the egos. The technocrats have too much invested in their own sense of self-worth to ever admit that they botched the entire Summer of CoronaChan. They can’t walk back any of...
The Power of “Domestic Terrorists”
Not going to lie: there were a few days there when Milwaukee was still burning that things got real tense. The anti-bad people had their run of things, and even successfully declared independence from these United States. (At least a few square blocks of them did.) Mayors huddled in...
The Clumsy, Big-Headed Front in the Culture War
Pundits of all stripes are falling all over each other trying to be the firstest or the loudest decrying the Redskins finally caving in to the demands of the Woke Mob to end their nearly 90-year tradition. The clever-clever crowd ha also started taking bets on which mascot they...
Viva Le Roi!
Over the last decade the internet has collectively decided that any holiday celebrated by Christians or Americans should be marked with lots of snarky condescension and derision of the celebration. In that spirit, let’s take this Bastille Day to remember that the birth of the French Republic was accompanied...
The Absolute Madman
If your soul could use a little chicken soup, give A Man For All Seasons, a watch. When Robert Bolt used the words All Seasons in the title, he meant it. And thoughtful modern viewers will find themselves sympathizing and understanding the plight of Saint Thomas More as he stands...
On the Penultimate Men
Celebrate your independence from authors that hate you, the good, the beautiful, and the true. You should pick up your copy of The Penultimate Men today, and I’ll tell you why. For starters, it includes a new Morty and Kyrus story from Schuyler Hernstrom. If you have read any...
The Death of the American Conversation
Why are things so shrill now? We used to have big, sprawling conversation that roamed all over the place. We used to talk about politics a little bit, and the latest sporting event a little bit, and the latest big TV show event a little bit, and the weather,...
The Summer of The Crucible
Arthur Miller’s The Crucible is now widely recognized among honest brokers as a flagrant bit of squid ink meant to protect his fellow Death Cultists. As Miller himself admits, “[The] power to stir fears… was not entirely based on illusion, of course; the paranoid, real or pretended, always secretes its...