A Phalanx Forming

Probably the most gratifying shift in the War for the West is that our side is finally starting to fight it. That this has not been the case for years has accrued deeply to our detriment. The contributing factors to such previously ingrained ennui are several: fear, apathy, and an inward focus on work and…

Mutual Liberty

While granted they are few, one of the negative results of not being murdered by a white-hating muslim negro is living to see the following commercial. I haven’t actually watched much tele-vision since Magnum PI, and so was only made aware of this attempt to sway me to Liberty Mutual’s services through the Twitter machine.…

A Frog Unboiled

It’s been said that in an infinite universe a room full of typing chimpanzees would eventually produce Shakespeare. And given the critical acclaim of Tennessee Coates, I’m inclined to think just one alone might suffice. Though the bard himself would probably be less inspired by woes of the black man volume ad infinitum than the…

The War Trump Forgot

While Donald was busy bombing the air force that was bombing al qaeda, al qaeda resumed burnishing its moderate bonafides by bombing a bus load of evacuees. And though Ivanka has not yet revealed the extent of her heartbreak and outrage, one presumes photos like this will move her to implore an indulgent father to…

Protecting the Brand

An old man once told me that age turns men into caricatures of themselves. By that he meant their most distinctive personality features continued to grow ever more prominent to the point of near grotesquerie by their dotage. I’ve always kept that in mind, and so consciously tried to limit the expanding appeal of my…

To Absurdity and Beyond

Well American nationalism enjoyed a good two-month run, but all things eventually return to dust. Did you think the good times would just go on forever? Maybe if you’re the CEO of a military supply vendor, they will. For the rest of us it looks like bombs are back on the menu boys. I’m not…

A Sad Face and Somber Words

A few years ago I saw a close childhood friend for the first time in many years. Time had accumulated heavily upon him, and he looked as though he were carrying 20 more years than his actual age. It was a Sunday afternoon, and I sought him out of a suited crowd. I don’t think…

Another Angle on the Tomahawks

I was going to post this in the combox. Though since it overlaps with a separate idea, I’ll just give in and grant its own space here. Almost like an indulgent father… One aspect of Trump’s bombing of Trumpism that shouldn’t be minimized is not merely the disastrous influence of Kushner, but that of his…

Driver Loses Control: Not Many Dead

Nimrata Randhawa will present none of their photos for United Nations gawking. No Hollywood films will lionize their lives. No national leaders will pledge to eradicate the source of their demise. No cruise missiles will exact vengeance for their deaths. No situation rooms will murmur about regime change. No cities will burn out of rage…

The Dead Run Toward

I can’t recall the book now, maybe it was Black Hawk Down, but I remember years ago pausing to consider one of the more fascinating observations I had ever read. The well-traveled author said that Africans (or at least those native to the story) were the only people on Earth who ran toward gunfire rather…