The Age of Ideology is Over

Our friend Anti-Gnostic has been reiterating a substantive point on various forums for some time. This being that the time of man’s preoccupation with ideas is concluding. I don’t know to what extent the notion has found purchase even in these azure waters, though it’s a deeper insight than what just a quip gives justice.…

Some Men Just Want to Watch the Turkey Burn

I don’t think I’ve ever been so giddy with Thanksgiving anticipation. On Thursday I intend to consume great slathered mounds of fowl, and enough flanking carbohydrates to fire insulin spikes from a nail gun. All of which to be drowned in a vat of celebratory hootch. Not, of course, for sake of a staid white…

Lessons in the Library

One of the mistakes often committed in the zeitgeist wars is to believe, or perhaps simply pretend, that flamboyant actions and rhetoric from the left will serve as solvent to their popularity. That their lurid flailings will elicit disgust rather than empathy. That may be true, though it’s largely irrelevant. For disgust is a fairly…

Washington in the Corner

I recently looked up George Washington’s noted farewell address. It was fascinating not only for our frantic departure from its precepts, but also in the elegant honesty of its expression. Mr. Washington, lauded for courage and fortitude, was not considered an artist of the word in his age. Rather, he was thought–by himself as much…

A Sweet Gesture

An anecdote is not data. And a portrait doesn’t carry the freight of a photograph. Yet men only part with millions for the former. A phenomenon that will remain an enigma to all bean-based economists. Fortunately, the brief anecdote that follows is going to cost readers substantially less than even the shittiest Renoir. I was…

Napoleon Counsels

Given that France’s children have recently suffered a smearing of entrails by enemy combatants imported by their own executive, I was curious if that country’s valiant forebears could provide insight into such conduct. Interestingly, one of her most illustrious sons did. Referring specifically to Military Maxim LXXI, Bonaparte instructs: Nothing can excuse a general who…

Two Roads in a Yellow Wood

Brief musings tonight on some possible directions yesterday’s events might serve as a propellant toward. You’ll note I don’t often succumb to optimism, and nothing mouthed by any Western European leaders has steered me toward it in the past day. I have come to think most will ultimately be as receptive to popular will as…

Peace Frog

Blood flowed from the wound of treason tonight in Paris. Any reader inclined to haunt an outlet such as this won’t require a reference. It was all the most macabre chicken roosting. And many liberals perished for their pieties. Unfortunately, good people were clawed from life with them. And for nothing more than the pleasure…

Sleeping with the Certainties

Despite the prolific consumption of fiction in the genre, man hates a mystery. More life is lost in worrying about a negative event, than in reconciling to its occurrence. The unknown is abhorred, even when the alternative is abhorrent. That is why I sleep like a babe at his mother’s breast in contemplating most human…