Eyes Opening in the Dark

All my memories, gather round her
 Miner’s lady, stranger to blue water 
Dark and dusty, painted on the sky
 Misty taste of moonshine, teardrop in my eye Country roads, take me home 
To the place I belong,
 West Virginia HONK! Shit. Sounds and images quickly dove back beneath consciousness as he looked up to see…

It’s not the thought that counts

How much misery is pumped from a soft heart. That’s a topic I’d like to see cardiology explore at some point. How many well-intentioned and benevolent impulses have terminated in a brackish flood of blood and tears. So often we tranquilize ourselves with the opiate of good thoughts, certain they must render good effects. And…

Moving Beyond the Bean-Based Economy

I was talking once with an emergency room doctor whose tongue escaped its reticence after a few liquid fortifications. This aided by the sense that candor would not result in his audience soiling their trousers. As a result he began to describe his normal workday experience, which consisted primarily of patching an interminable series of…

Tolerance for The Other

Probably the most fascinating element of Donald Trump as a candidate is his being simultaneously both a liberal and a nazi. This being a dichotomy resolutely unexamined by those offering the observations. Of course the country has suffered a dearth of liberal nazis since Barney Frank decamped from Congress to erect a homosex bordello. But…

Under the Carolina Sun

I’ve been digesting a few post-mortems of yesterday’s election results, seasoned with the piquant obituaries of John Ellis Bush. There are lessons in both that most observers will want to assiduously ignore. On the democratic Nevada primary, our English Christian forefathers were pleased to peer up from eternal repose to witness a corrupt lesbian defeat…

Do Robots Dream of Revenues?

If you’re like me, some nights it feels like sleep will never come. You just lie there exhausted, but unable to stop thinking. Thinking things like, “how far would some parties go to prevent an adverse Supreme Court decision?” And “why is there a pillow over my face?” Fortunately those are the type of thoughts…

Many Lessons from Mischief

Did you know a group of rats is called a mischief? As in, there’s some real mischief in DC. Though that’s largely a myth, as the variety with tails tends to actually be intelligent and loyal, leaving not much mischief at all in that pustule on the Potomac. But rather than dwell on that locale…

What I Like About You

It’s been some time since I last fell into sustained contemplation on the things I most appreciate about Jewish economists. Though one of those–I realized just today–is their commitment to low crime civic order. This came to mind reading a piece by Larry Summers in the Washington Post (via 0hedge). Mr. Summers, you will recall,…

Requiem for a Ghost Shirt

As you are aware, Justice Antonin Scalia has died. I am sorry to see him go. He was a jurist who deployed his cherished constitution as a means to illuminate the contours of a republic. In this he was a solitary anachronism in Washington. One who must have seemed beyond eccentric to peers who certainly…

Athens on a Hill

Just because a state doesn’t enforce boundaries does not mean they won’t exist. This is the notion that normally percolates in my mind while suffering the talking-noise of some open borders autist. The human condition is not a blank slate and, despite the platitudes of present fashion, it does not yearn to “bring people together.”…