This Is How It Felt
This is how I felt nine hours after you were born. You are asleep on my chest, a fine little miracle in a striped swaddling blanket. Of course you are a miracle. Parents always...
This is how I felt nine hours after you were born. You are asleep on my chest, a fine little miracle in a striped swaddling blanket. Of course you are a miracle. Parents always...
by Mad Rocket Scientist In an effort to NOT be just another “Gun Guy” (seriously, I have many other interests, firearms are just a hobby), I thought I’d post about something completely different. New...
In addition to writing at the League, I’m now contributing to First Thoughts on a similar range of subjects — the books, movies, music, and ideas that strike my fancy — that I write about here at...
The state does many things that none of us would ever tolerate in our friends or neighbors. If everyone judged the state and its agents by the same moral standards that they used for...
It will probably never change minds, of course. After all, each side of the aisle will have news organs that “prove” their side is right. Still, the developments in the Menendez prostitution scandal might...
The poet Souéloum Diagho is from Tessalit in the North of Mali. His father is Tamashek, his mother Fula. He writes in the tradition of the controversial eighth century Arabic poet Ghaylan ibn ‘Uqbah....
by James Hanley Earlier, here, on a post by Tod, there was a discussion about contracting out government services, with a particular focus on policing. It’s something I’ve thought about quite a bit, both...