Category: Ideas and Reflections

Economics vs. Astrology

Recently, in reply to my post about the mainstream media’s coverage of hurricanes and other severe weather events, a great friend commented that the climate experts, with their diatribes about “unprecedented” and “historic” weather, are analogous to economists, who build their reputations on pretending to be able to explain the “unexpected” ebbs and flows of the market — as opposed to real experts...

Weekend Reflections: Death, the Soul, the Stars

The following pictures were taken during a recent daytrip to Tongyeong, Korea, sometimes referred to as “the Naples of Korea.” As the town is highly photogenic, these pictures do not really require any comment or explanation. Instead, therefore, I have chosen to let the images comment on or explain me, as it were. The one exception is the final picture, for which I...

Weekend Reflections: Surviving Marxism, Surviving the Establishment

One of the ways the MeToo Marxist propaganda charade has moved the goal posts on the concept of “the patriarchy” is that it is now de rigueur, in all public discussion of sexual offenses of any kind, to refer to the alleged victims (i.e., accusers) as “survivors.” The implications, clear as day, are (a) that all accusers are actually and indubitably victims, i.e.,...

Weekend Reflections: Red Wave, Beer Daze, Wet Souls

The drunken gang rape of Brett Kavanaugh’s life, career, and family by the Democratic Party, its supporters, and its propaganda arm (aka “the mainstream media”) — based on a flimsy thirty-five-year-old allegation that would, were there any evidence or witnesses to support it, amount at most to a misdemeanor committed by a minor at an underage drinking party — has some Republicans excited...

Owl or Chipmunk?

When you look at yourself, what do you see? If you are a mature and introspective person, you probably waver in your self-perception between what you wish to be and sometimes think you may almost be, on the one hand, and what you fear having been and doubt you will ever fully cease to be, on the other. In short, you will —...

Weekend Reflections: Alone and Blue in Limbo

Is he lonely here? Or do the empty spaces define his freedom? On September 14, my old internet haunt Trump is God — okay, it’s still officially called American Thinker, for reasons of nostalgia, I suppose — ran a piece by one Frank Hawkins, an octogenarian, entitled, “The 10 Greatest Americans of My 8 Decades.” I read the title. I stifled a retch....

Eighteen Cotton Skies

Is there a designing mind? Or is it all random, mere atoms in motion? To ask those questions is already to concede that what you see is not, to all appearances, random. That is to say, the questions themselves grant that order is apparent, which means, at the very least, that you are viewing life with a mind that craves order. Why does...

Turning Sadness Into Sentimentality

I almost called this little essay “Turning Tragedy Into Tripe.” For I am thinking of the inevitable September 11th anniversary “memorials.” There are ways to remember life- or world-changing moments without turning them into emotional pablum. The modern world, however, has lost those ways, just as it has lost its way in general with regard to the meaning of history, the lessons of...

Moral Reasoning 101

Colin Kaepernick, a second-rate professional football player (I defer to others’ judgment, as I haven’t watched an NFL game in years), has made himself a hero among young people who mistake “coolness” for heroism by kneeling during the national anthem. Now Nike, which aims its products at young customers who mistake “coolness” for heroism, is exploiting Kaepernick’s popularity to enhance its profits. In...

The Joyful Quiet of Freedom

Once, during my third year of university, I had the following dream: I was playing baseball in the parking lot of my childhood church with a group of youngsters whom I had known through junior high school, but had not seen for years. It was late at night, and oddly silent, but despite the darkness our game seemed to be carrying on without...