Oh, help. It seems that at Columbia University a rat pack of nursery feminists have got their skivvies in a knot because the library, Butler, is named for an, ugh!, man. Yes. It cannot be denied. In protest, these girls, apparently having nothing more important to do, have filmed "feminist ...
Ah, the guttering candle of civilization! How I love it. The dwindling flames warm the cockles of a curmudgeon's heart (whatever precisely a cockle may be): the galloping rot, the stampede to enstupidation, the gathering night of the Fifth Century. For a while I lost confidence in democracy, ...
Oh lord. Oh lord. Can the government do anything right? There is no evidence for it. None. Everything it touches turns to grotesque failure. It hurts me to contemplate the federal reigning monstrosity in the Yankee Capital. I may have to send out for a bottle of Padre Kino red to get me through it. ...
It is common for aging men, worn by the long years of drink and skirt-chasing and strenuous dissolution in the fleshpots of Asia, or any available fleshpots, to remember their youth in roseate hues that never were. But, dammit, we really did go barefoot. And had BB guns. And the dog could go ...
In a paroxysm of patriotic musing, I reflected that Washington is an insular, incestuous, inward-looking city, chiefly interested in itself, so politically inbred as to be in danger of hemophilia, out of touch with reality, having remarkably little understanding of or interest in the rest of the ...
Pondering the smoking ruins of American racial policy, I wonder whether it isn"t time to say publicly what many, if not most, of both races know: It isn"t working. It isn"t going to work. If it were, it would have. If it were working, we would not need the unending laws to force the ...
“Without men, civilization would last until the oil needed changing.” "Federicius Aurelius Superomnem, 345 BC Oh god, oh god. Death, taxes, migraine, sinus drainage, beriberi, and Maureen Dowd, the resentment columnist at The New York Times. On the Web I find her at some feminist ...
I am seated in front of the Optiplex, drinking Padre Kino red and garnering insight. The garnering is tough these days. Still, to this end nothing is so effective as cheap Mexican wine at thirty-nine cents a trainload. My stepdaughter says "Google, lo sabe todo""Google knows everything. ...
The other day I was thinking, which I know better than to do, and I started pondering the American economy, which ain"t got the chance of a frog in a French restaurant. Nobody else's does, either. It's just that we got there first. Start with work. Just about nobody likes it. I hear folks such ...
In my last column I fulminated about the calamitous effects of the feminization of the schools, of turning the school into an emotional infantile crèche aimed at the fundamentally female goals of psychological conditioning, conformity, and totalitarian niceness. A lot of mail arrived, pro and ...
