Loving At 44

Forty-four years ago today*, the U.S. Supreme Court announced its decision in the famous case of Loving v. Virginia (1967) 388 U.S. 1. At the time, sixteen states outlawed interracial marriages. But on June 2, 1958, the 24-year-old Richard Loving and his sweetheart, 18-year-old Mildred Delores Jeter, got married. They had to go to Washington,…

No Sex Please, You Live In A Dorm

Seriously? The President of Catholic University thinks that going back to single-sex dorms is going to cut down on the number of undergraduates having sex, and therefore improve academic performance. (Via.) A few thoughts on this (admittedly fueled  by a rather strong preblogging G&T)…

No Such Thing As A Free Lunch

By way of Jonathan Adler, I came across this Gray Lady editorial concerning California’s renewable-energy mandate. Renewable energy means, for the most part, solar and wind power. The primary concern raised by the author is that while greenhouse gasses and fossil fuels are not implicated in solar or wind power, they do exact an environmental…

Closed Front Doors, Open Back Doors

Roger Williams’ concept of “separation of church and state” first became a part of Establishment Clause jurisprudence in Reynolds v. U.S., 98 U.S. 145 (1878), and became incorporated to and applicable to the several states by way of the Fourteenth Amendment in Everson v. Board of Education, 330 U.S. 1 (1947). What this means was…

Afterlife as an Afterthought

Last night, I attended a debate sponsored by the American Jewish University (formerly the University of Judaism or more colloquially, “Jew U”) ostensibly on the question “Is There An Afterlife?”; I style it a “debate” although it was more of a moderated conversation. I went because two of the four debaters were Sam Harris andChristopher Hitchens. Pitted…

Re-Manifesto

Note: Burt Likko is writing the first of what we hope will be several reader “sub-blogs” hosted by the League of Ordinary Gentlefolk. For more of his stuff, go here. People are forever asking me to classify myself. They want to fit me into a neat little box and say, “Boom. He’s a conservative.” Or…