30 September 2017



TIME Magazine, October 1, 2021



WHY TRUMP WAS THE BESTEST 
LEADER EVER FOR AMERICA
BY STRAIGHT WHITE MAN 1
AND STRAIGHT WHITE MAN 2


WHO DOES THIS HUSSY THINK SHE IS?
ANALYZING THE WARREN PRESIDENCY
BY PAT BUCHANAN 

BIG DATA AND MY PENIS
BY A STRAIGHT WHITE MALE DOCTORAL CANDIDATE

THE DANGERS OF IDENTITY POLITICS
BY DAVID FRUM

23 September 2017


Some people in St. Louis are praying for cold weather to come quick.  A few are reveling in wanton destruction of property.  Many of us have stepped up our strategic efforts to hold the whole system accountable.  Judge Wilson is a symptom of a diseased system; he's just doing his job.  White people in our region have stepped up quantitatively to show their indignation, but we all must be willing to disrupt the system in ways that illuminate that there can be no business as usual if blatant injustices continue.  We are fighting for a system where all its people are free and able to fully participate in a democracy.

Jamala Rogers, "Here We Go Again:  Black Life Doesn't Matter," Capital City Hues, Sept. 18, 2017

06 September 2017

Really, European Jews shouldn't have been mad at Hitler in 1940, because his plans for the Holocaust were as yet very inchoate and who was to say whether Mein Kampf or conferences with Neville Chamberlain reflected his real views?


05 September 2017



Aeneid, Book 2, towards the close of Aeneas's account of the sack of Troy (John Dryden's translation).  Creusa is Aeneas's (first) wife.  According to legends Aeneas carried his father, Anchises, on his back out of the burning city.  The ghost of Creusa appears and speaks to Aeneas, but he discovers that she is insubstantial; he must leave the city immediately.

Then headlong to the burning walls I run,
And seek the danger I was forc'd to shun.
I tread my former tracks; thro' night explore
Each passage, ev'ry street I cross'd before.
All things were full of horror and affright,
And dreadful ev'n the silence of the night.
Then to my father's house I make repair,
With some small glimpse of hope to find her there.
Instead of her, the cruel Greeks I met;
The house was fill'd with foes, with flames beset.
Driv'n on the wings of winds, whole sheets of fire,
Thro' air transported, to the roofs aspire.
From thence to Priam's palace I resort,
And search the citadel and desart court.
Then, unobserv'd, I pass by Juno's church:
A guard of Grecians had possess'd the porch;
There Phoenix and Ulysses watch prey,
And thither all the wealth of Troy convey:
The spoils which they from ransack'd houses brought,
And golden bowls from burning altars caught,
The tables of the gods, the purple vests,
The people's treasure, and the pomp of priests.
A rank of wretched youths, with pinion'd hands,
And captive matrons, in long order stands.
Then, with ungovern'd madness, I proclaim,
Thro' all the silent street, Creusa's name...

I strove to speak: but horror tied my tongue;
And thrice about her neck my arms I flung,
And, thrice deceiv'd, on vain embraces hung.
Light as an empty dream at break of day,
Or as a blast of wind, she rush'd away.