It has become my project over these years to be point the finger when no one else will. I am moved and humbled that Mayor Bloomberg has commended me for this project, and I invite my peers to heed him. Especially when pseudo-science has consumed the humanities, from ‘contemporary art’ to ‘social justice’, a straight-talker is worth more than the high-minded snobs and their discourse.
Speaker Paul Ryan should have known that his selfie with congressional interns would become a sensation as soon as it hit the internet.
The history of our world is no longer told the way that Traditionalist Conservatives will tell it. It is no longer told the way I did, as a rivalry between the Anglo-American and French traditions. The history of America is now told, as it ought to be, in fairness, as a history of a multitude of narratives. We are all immigrants, we learn, and no one narrative has a claim to the land. The charge is no longer to find inspiration for the Bill of Rights in the Philadelphia Constitution, as Willmoore Kendall seeks to do, but to find inspiration for the Bill of Rights in the Iroquois Constitution.
The Muslims thronging around it believe with all their hearts that this Cube really is the House of God. I do wonder if God really does live inside. The gravity of the question is compelling.
“My darkest time?” Adam smiles softly and furrows his brow, cupping his chin in thought. “I think my darkest time would be when I was living in my car. It was this one night. The weather was as cold as this, and I was alone at night in my car. I had like four, five […]