Author Archives: jackscribe458
The Performing Trump
I’ll take a break from politics until Labor Day, at least, or until Trump quits, whichever comes first. On all sides, this campaign is too much like norovirus. As I leave, I’ll commend this very good essay from Kevin Williamson … Continue reading
Eeyores All The Way Down
Among conservative Republicans, an endangered species, there’s a certain amount of squabbling between the #NeverTrump and #NeverHillary camps. This squabbling is unnecessary, because, alas, The Battle for 2016 is over. The Battle for the Future has yet to begin. Trump’s … Continue reading
Washing Up
Before I scrub my hands and I hope imagination of this election – I think I shall immerse myself in British folktales for a while – I’m going to suggest that there’s no real difference between Mrs. Clinton and Mr. … Continue reading
Aftermath
#NeverHillary is a reasonable position. Her record and her tendencies are clear. Concern over the direction of American foreign policy in her administration is reasonable. Her contempt for Constitutional order would lead to further hypertrophy of the unconstitutional administrative state. … Continue reading
#NeverTrump, R.I.P.
It died in committee. Not close. I’m guessing that the recent polls show that Trump isn’t toxic enough down ticket to panic the herd. Now what? What do I know? I’m not paid to guess. So my guess as of … Continue reading
USA, 2016
Lightning and thunder roused me very early; I took advantage of the solitary time to consider a character, an entirely fictional character, who wandered in, made a cup of tea, and sat down to tell me her unlikely story. Not … Continue reading
A Diversion
If your stomach is sour with the antics of the two hairballs American democracy has coughed up, if you’re weary of the incursion of celebrity culture into every corner of life and the procession of horrors that constitutes the news, … Continue reading
Restoration
Sometimes, life hands you a confusion. It demands and insists, takes up most of your energy, pulls you away from other and important tasks. You look up and your half a dozen years older, other messes have crept in, and … Continue reading
Nostalgia
One of the pleasures of the warmth months is the outbreak of classic cars. They bloom with the roses, it seems. In the last few days I’ve seen an Avanti (original or repro, I couldn’t tell), a post-war MG Roadster, … Continue reading
Brushwork
This one looks rather like a Turner.
Premodern Ramblings 