22 October 2008
The only reason I can think of to vote for John McCain is Barack Obama. And the only reason I can think of to vote for Barack Obama is John McCain. On the horns of such a dilemma, the choice between a fascist or a communist megalomaniac, my write-in vote for Ron Paul is surely just another pass by a cranky old geezer at the latest windmill. I preface this article with that observation because I don’t want you, my readers, to think I favor one of the dissembling gasbags over the other. It is the . . . → Read More: If the Constitution Were Still in Effect, We’d Have Ourselves a Crisis
9 August 2005
“You’re not a liberal, are you, Hal,” he said. His remark was disarming, refreshingly non-judgmental, as if he were noticing the peculiarities of an oddly hued gecko. He is a charming local gentleman whom I have known for at least 20 years. We ran into each other while aimlessly wandering the aisles of Home Depot with our respective families, he with partner and chuffing, multi-talented bull dog, me with spouse and two teenaged sons.
He was commenting on this column. It made me smile. I told him that HILLARY would certainly not consider me a liberal . . . → Read More: Left, Right and Center
16 May 2004
Because I so often heap richly deserved ridicule on the moronic notions held by the clueless, pinko, half-wits who lead the Democratic Party, people often assume I favor the thinking of Republicans. This can only be because people pay little attention to what Democrats and Republicans do when given the chance, and less attention to the reasons I ridicule politicians of either flavor.
Let me say this for the record: The difference between the ideas of a modern Democrat and those of a modern Republican doesn’t amount to a frosty pitcher of spit. The Republicans have only . . . → Read More: Demolicans and Republicrats
6 May 2004
“Of all the tyrannies a tyranny sincerely exercised for the good of its victim may be the most oppressive. It may be better to live under robber barons than under omnipotent moral busybodies. The robber baron’s cruelty may sometimes sleep, his cupidity may at some point be satiated, but those who torment us for our own good will torment us without end for they do so with the approval of their own conscience.”
— C.S. Lewis
Modern Imperial America is a country on a quixotic mission, a mission to enslave the world to the same mistress to . . . → Read More: Slaves to Democracy
30 March 2004
I seldom vote. This gives the legions of those who find my opinions objectionable a measure of smug satisfaction. It provides them a welcome opportunity to deplore my civic sloth and political indifference. Secure on the moral high ground they hurl accusations of hypocrisy, apathy, and worse. “If you don’t vote, you can’t complain,” they say. As if the Right to Whine were guaranteed by the Constitution, the precious Right to Kvetch rightfully denied to those who refuse to shuffle off to the voting booth like Eloi in the thrall of the Morlocks’ dinner siren.
To this way . . . → Read More: Voting Decisions Made Easy