
Yesterday, I had to admit to myself that I have caught Virgil’s cold. I will, of course, get over it, but it’s still annoying.
This is from Heather Cox Richardson. Malcolm Nance likes to say that (with our current Executive branch) we have mental illness posing as foreign policy. (And I would add, also cosplaying as domestic policy.)
This from The New Yorker is neither bad news nor good news – but it is completely off topic from politics, and there is a kind of poetic justice in it.
Maybe it’s just me – but I’ve run across a number of debates in my lifetime about what is big and what is small. (Generally it depends.) This from The 19th is going to affect hugely the people who are having the rug pulled out from under them – not to mention their families and friends. But I couldn’t begin to describe how terribly petty it is. Centuries ago, the attitude behind it passed for normal. But that – at least among civilized people – has not been true for at least a century. Except for those whose minds are still locked into the Middle Ages.












