It is The Culture, Stupid
This afternoon I searched, in vain, for someone to articulate the argument I am about to lay out and could find nobody. The nearest.
This afternoon I searched, in vain, for someone to articulate the argument I am about to lay out and could find nobody. The nearest.
Some say that 2020 2.0 and another summer of love will begin in a few hours, perhaps. And if so, whose fault is it?.
It is hard to separate signal from noise in our current phase of [insert the word that escapes me] and perhaps that is the.
This article is an expansion of a presupposition I stated previously, that the conflict in Ukraine would not end when Russia achieves its goals.
I planned this morning to elaborate on my argument that the concept of “the end of history” is not dead and remains central to.
My father taught me every word of this, his poetry was of sweat, hard work, laughter, and words that could burn a youngling like.
I endeavored to write something, a gift to my children on fathers day this year. And perhaps not just for them, maybe to others.
I find that I actually miss the days when the Southern Poverty Law Center mattered. Back in the days when they would identify real.
I penned something about the SBC just a couple of hours ago and have thought deeply about it since. I know two things are.