The Soviets had the gulag, we have “cancel culture” in our universities and a brittle obsession with race and weirdo sexuality everywhere.
If Jasper Johns can be said to have “redefined the art of our time,” it is because of the steady pressure that the growing embrace and exaltation of his work has exerted on contemporary taste.
Parents across the country have suddenly woken up to the wokeness haunting their schools and poisoning the minds of their children.
Expect the fury of the attacks on the Claremont Institute and scholars like John Eastman to increase.
It seems to be that we have alarm bells going off all around us. The oddity is that so few people seem to hear them.
You see why Tucker Carlson called Milley a “reckless nutcase.” He apparently believes that the military answers to him.
We don’t remember much, it seems, or for long.
Historians will look back at the Great Afghan Fumble of 2021 and say it was there and then that the United States took a large public step towards its own diminishment.
With an assist from Fyodor Dostoyevsky
and H. G. Wells.
and H. G. Wells.
In Afghanistan, the technocratic legitimacy of our administrative masters is being exploded.
Art is not just something we “go along with.”
The decision to drop the bomb was founded on the conviction that a blockade and invasion of Japan would cause massive casualties.
At some point, there will be a revolt. The longer the arbitrary insanity persists, the more violent the reaction will be.
Once upon a time, and it was not so long ago, an American could recognize totalitarianism and say “Thank God we’ve escaped that.” Can we still say that?
As tales of fake woe and calls to ban conservative books circulate among woke booksellers, the White House is flagging “problematic posts for Facebook.”
Bad ideas never die, but their rebirths reliably are met—eventually—by critics who call attention to the emperor’s nakedness.
Joe Biden plays an ambiguous role in this malevolent charade. He is not the prime mover but merely the public face of the machine.
The ritual the convicted Minneapolis police officer was subjected to was less a legal trial than a sort of pagan sacrifice.
Pretty soon, perhaps, all the days will be national holidays, one for every left-wing interest group going.
The forces of decadence that Jacques Barzun described are formidably potent. But decadence is no more inevitable than progress.