If you live long enough, every single received idea, everything you thought would never change, your generation’s pardigms, come crashing down around your ears. The latest: Nixonmaxxing. Yeah, apparently kids today—“young conservatives”— like ol’Tricky Dick. For anyone alive and compos mentis during Watergate and his resignation, this is …incredible, unbelievable? ..no, those words are too … Continue reading Brother Can you Spare Me a Paradigm? →

In May of 1789, the King of France, Louis Sixteen Called the old feudal ESTATES GENERAL to convene. The Third Estste, the COMMONS , was ‘specially eager to come, And swore to stay for Liberté (OATH OF THE JEU DE PAUME). They quickly cowed Estates One and Two, and styled themselves NATIONAL ASSEMBLY. In July, … Continue reading For Bastille Day →

This July we’re celebrating our American semiquincentennial, 250 years on. And I’m thinking about our centennial summer, 1876. Before I get to that, though, let me tell you about our bicentennial, 1976. This year everybody seems to be saying that was a time of great national unity, we rejoiced together, what a shame we’re so … Continue reading 150 years on →

https://inuinoueritas.home.blog/2023/07/05/for-july-4th/?page_id=24734

…that’s the creaky, cranky, set-in-their- ways Left. Don’t they realize it? Well, no, they don’t, because they don’t read so they don’t know literature and history. They may think these ideas about “equity” are rad and new. They may think hatred of the wealthy, nay, of wealth itself, is new. But it’s not. How..Old..IS..IT? try … Continue reading Fusty, Old Fashioned Ideas →

…truth, beauty—that is all/Ye know on Earth, and all ye need to know.” wrote Keats. Well, here’s my situation this afternoon: I just read a piece on American Thinker, by Lars Mòller, Reclaiming the Human Home, which is mostly about the late Sir Roger Scruton. Lars paraphrases Scruton—and I’m paraphrasing Lars—as proclaiming that beauty is … Continue reading Beauty is Truth… →

That’s the scientific name for Spring Azure butterflies, the tiny blue ones you usually only see for a day or two in April. Today I saw several bursts of them. So it’s time to post Frost’s poem again! I’m sure I’ve put it up here before. I remember the kind of day Frost is describing … Continue reading Celastrina! →

I sometimes get a bit dozy after dinner, sitting reading in front of the fire….but tonight I remembered the perfect antidote! I promised Simon I would do a taste comparison of the three strengths of his coffee, efficiently packed in his now patented over -the- cup device! This is like a pod for a Keurig … Continue reading Caffeine Dream →