The commentary is from a year ago, and the poem was written so long ago that we were still flying Space Shuttles. But the feeling is quite sincere, and I’ve had much reason to put the skill discussed below to use. – – – – – – – – – – – – – – […]
This piece has a bit of history. It was written during a time of soldiers being accused of horrific misdeeds. And it was personally approved by LtCol Oliver North. I was privileged to have dinner with Col. North several times in 2006 and 2007. An amazing and admirable man. [Edit: This didn’t auto-post, so it’s coming in late.] […]
War is terrible; it is a sad to realize that sometimes it is necessary. Knowing which ones are necessary is a crucial art, a skill at which some national leaders have shown deficiency.
A long time ago, a strong feeling of patriotism and the honors and approbation heaped upon veterans caused many to join, thinking […]
This article in Salon yesterday was one of several that I saw filled with disdain for America, its people, and its history. But the writer (Andrew O’Hehir) did seem to have some semi-affectionate humor for Fourth of July picnic foods. Interestingly, the author describes a common error in looking at history, then proceeds to write an entire article filled to brim with it. I’ve grouped some phrases from the article into categories. They are no longer in the original order as a result (although the order within categories is preserved. I’ll start with the author’s description of his own error: […]
I hope that each and every one of you is having a happy Fourth of July. The “happy” part of that is significant, and I sincerely hope that you have the skill and the circumstances to achieve it. Skill? Yes. Thomas Jefferson, the primary author of the Declaration of Independence, wrote one of the most oft-quoted lines in history describing unalienable rights including life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness. Someone suggested to me today that: […]
It’s 2015, and the past year has been one of loss and of elation There’s a personal cost; I like many have lost part of life. This celebration Gives a chance for the past to be over at last, though the memories saved will linger As the ring on my hand makes its own wordless […]