Since the end of the American Civil War, America has been admired around the world for its ability to remain more-or-less unified in its diversity. But lately I’ve noticed signs of that unity breaking, in what I would call the end of the “loyal opposition.” In parliamentary governments, there’s a ruling party or coalition which… [Read More]
If seeing the new and diabolically repulsive ways the Islamic State commits murder with movie-studio quality production values doesn’t erode your sense of humanity as a basically “good” species, then you either don’t know what “good” is, or you’re hopelessly callow. I feel as if we’re living in the age of Tomás de Torquemada, where… [Read More]
Today I feel like I sold my soul to the devil for 30 pieces of silver. This morning, I wrote a simple piece for my part-time writing job at BPR, which shook me to the core.
I have been accused of blaming the victim in my post on Thursday arguing that if Rev. Clementa Pinckney supported legislation to legalize firearms carry at churches in South Carolina his life may have been saved from Dylann Roof’s bullets. This is not mere speculation.
Every time an American community suffers a tragedy involving a firearm, the anti-gun crowd unveils itself in full tribal dress. Wednesday night, a 21-year-old sandy blonde-haired white man with blue jeans and Timberland boots walked into a historically black church in Charleston, S.C. and killed 9 people. That’s a horrible, murderous act, made worse by… [Read More]