By lex, on September 29th, 2007
A bit more than 50 years ago the governor of Arkansas called out his national guard to prevent nine black students from attending Central High in Little Rock. Shortly thereafter, President Dwight Eisenhower sent the 101st Airborne to ensure that they could attend.
In between the world bore witness to the ugliest of emotions: Raw, insensate hatred.
By lex, on April 22nd, 2007
There are probably few things quite so off-putting to the world outside our borders than that innate sense of “American Exceptionalism” with which we face the outside world. It is a notion which is both ancient (by our standards, anyway) and culturally embedded. As others have remarked, it is not enough for us to think of ourselves as a “great country,” we must also be “the best.” Nor is it sufficient that our form of democracy is good, it must also be the most authentic – or, considering how much we moan over our own political class – it must at least be immune to outside criticism.
By lex, on December 13th, 2006
Pulled out of comments from an earlier post, and expanded –
I’ve been hearing a lot of talk lately about how people are tired of the war, tired of looking at the scenes of destruction on TV, tired of the flag-draped caskets and what they represent in human costs, tired of the expense and frankly, tired of talking about it. We want to move on, we want it over, we want to change the channel, talk about something else. Get back to full-time Britney and her sartorial choices, the next news blitz about the next telegenic blonde co-ed that goes missing, single-payer health care and Our Crumbling Infrastructure.
By lex, on November 29th, 2006
It’s been just that kind of a day, and it’s very regretful I am that I have not have been able to dose you with your daily until now, and all that follows being small beer indeed on account of the kind of a day that it’s been.
By lex, on November 1st, 2006
So having seen the chirren safely off en costume (yesterday being Hallowe’en, and didn’t the Kat rebuke me for that intervening apostrophe) the Hobbit and your correspondent crossed the street for to join in the revelry attending the birthday anniversary of a dear neighbor. Which he’s forty-nine and holding, and has been for quite some time by my reckoning, given that he is a veteran of the Yom Kippur war but anyway.
By lex, on August 6th, 2006
A propos of nothing in particular, just one of those occasional public service announcements…
Your scribe, over the course of the few years and many days that he’s been blogging, sharing his opinions, expressing his concerns, weaving the occasional tale of nautical derring-do, has had the opportunity to disagree from time to time with some of those whose opinions grace his comments boxes. Sometimes that disagreement will be explicitly – even vigorously – enunciated, as in the case of rectifying an obvious error, expounding upon a cherished opinion, or upon the opportunity of extending a productive philosophical debate. It is hoped that such events will be experienced as they are intended – a healthy and open exchange of ideas among people generally pleased with each other’s company.
By lex, on Fri – July 22, 2005
You have to wonder what goes through these guys heads…
A lot of them are losers, plain and simple. They’ve lived lives of pathetic and solitary dissolution, away from their communities: drinking, drug abuse, womanizing – lives of self-absorption, mostly free of empathy for others. These people are at the center of their own tales, the hero in their own narrative, under-appreciated in their own times. It is the most banal form of psychopathy.