The air, like a whisper of unknowable wisdom, is deepened cold. My family huddled against this as they join me to behold the day. I too wish to huddle against this thing, but my labor beckons me.
On the Electoral College
The Electoral College is a complicated system that the United States uses to decide its President. Yes, how an Elector votes is meant to be based off of individual votes, it is who gets the most that wins, rather then the popular vote. This system has become controversial in recent years as it feels for … Continue reading On the Electoral College
A New Day: Seven
A mid cycle sun besets our home with false hope. Even knowing this reality, my family is well. My labor begins slow, but with dutiful purpose.
A Failing of Wisdom
This post I feel will not be long, but perhaps I will be wrong. It’s topic is low fruit this close to the election, but I feel that I need to make it anyway. What has happened to the wisdom of the body politic? As we grow every closer to the election, just days away, … Continue reading A Failing of Wisdom
Notes On: “The Origins of Totalitarianism” – Five
“It was soon apparent that the mob from the four corners of the earth would not even have to do the digging; at any rate, the permanent attraction of South Africa, the permanent resource that tempted the adventurers to permanent settlement, was not the gold but this human raw material which promised a permanent emancipation … Continue reading Notes On: “The Origins of Totalitarianism” – Five
A New Day: Six
A new morning brings lingering questions to my mind. For now I fear not speak them, for my family is well in the face of this new struggle. I will ponder on these things as I begin my labor.
A New Day: Five
As I wake a soft day greets me. The family slumbers against the cold of the quiet days. As I begin my labor the others here greet me with words as hopeful as my mind wishes.
A New Day: Four
As I wake a heavy frost encircles my home. My family huddles against the cold. Wrapped against the coming dread, I begin my labor.
A New Day: Three
In the morning we gathered about our home. The winds shift and we are assailed with worry. My family looks toward the figure that brought us to this place. His face is hard as he nods, a sign for us to attend our labor.
Notes On: “The Origins of Totalitarianism” – Four
“Outside all social restraint and hypocrisy, against the backdrop of native life, the gentleman and the criminal felt not only the closeness of men who share the same color of skin, but the impact of a world of infinite possibilities for crimes committed in the spirit of play, for the combination of horror and laughter, … Continue reading Notes On: “The Origins of Totalitarianism” – Four
