I give up. I was planning to ignore the NFL protests. Why? As regular readers will know, I despise the NFL and pro football, considering both to be mainly a fiendishly successful ongoing racist plot to find and destroy many of the best and most promising youths of color year after year. and persuade too … Continue reading Breaking: Dale Earnhart Jr. Backs Athletes’ Protests
And notice that I’ll make another right turn there, mostly sliding past St. Louis — but that’s only because of the Cardinals, not the beer. (You bet Ima baseball fan.)
Besides, I’ve gotta cut a slice out of McConnell’s Kentucky, and rinse off some of the stink from the counties where the Clerks are still pretending same sex marriage ain’t “Christian” (as if THEY would know).
And then it’s smack into Pence-diana, also the biggest stronghold of the Klan (it even sucked in lots of Hoosier Quakers) in its last big heyday. (Could there be a connection? Do they make Square Donuts in Richmond?
I sought out the books after reading a recent joint interview with JLC & another, younger author who writes respected nonfiction about the intelligence world.
The nonfictioneer insisted that JLC has written the “truth” about that world via his fiction. His elder accepted the praise patiently. LeCarre is now mid-80s, likely beyond the reach of flattery. Besides, this truth as he has disclosed it comes down to endless lies, betrayal & blood in the service of “causes” all but consumed by the cost of their illusions; a job well-done, yet hardly the fodder of smug self-satisfaction.
Politico linked to a lengthy 2013 profile of Cromartie & his mission from the main intellectual evangelical mouthpiece, Christianity Today. It’s a very interesting period piece, clearly aimed to help Cromartie shore up fundraising for the project in the rocky post-Crash years.
Under the subhead, Michael Cromartie is guiding media elites into a more accurate view of conservative Christians, the article also highlights both the value of Cromartie’s work, and in retrospect its poignant, perhaps even tragic underlying folly
I learned a few things along the way, which lightened the tedious miles: particularly that many of the Canadian towns we passed through had been founded by “United Empire Loyalists.” After some cogitation, I realized these were the tyrannical Tory scum the victorious colonials ran out of the new United States after our revolution. That explained, among other things, the guy in the red coat on the sign for Shelburne; a “Redcoat.”
But their progeny, after these eight intervening generations, seemed not preoccupied with this old quarrel, happy to take our few US tourist dollars. And on the morning of July 10, 1972, though road-weary, we were headed out toward the far eastern end of their oddly-shaped island, looking for a spot to park and watch the day turn to night.