Mary took the kids swing dancing last night and I tried to do some cipherin' as to how I get you up here this Saturday night for An Evening in the Colonies with Patrick Henry. Let's see: great food, fresh rainbow trout, great music, a romantic, post & beam country tavern, and the oratory of Patrick Henry. You can even bring your own wine or hard cider, since we don't sell it. I'm in. Sounds good to me.
America is at war over competing mythologies. I will confess to being completely out of touch with the sort of America that signs onto a "global new deal." If the global economy has taught us anything, it's that a weakness in one spot replicates itself across the water and makes everyone, everywhere, suffer. Where would the world have been without a Churchill or a George S. Patton to check the global ambitions of a Hitler or a Tojo? Why do we pretend that America has anything at all in common with freedom-hating Yemen or slave-holding Mauritania? Global peace is not achieved by handing everyone a Diet Coke and passing out free back rubs. Harmony is not the result of holding inter-faith dialogues with religions and political systems that have absolutely no interest in either peace or compromise. The current administration wants $900 million of your tax dollars to re-build Gaza. What is the lesson for thinking people? It's very simple: if you need construction money, launch rockets against Israel.
Insanity. Get me back to the colonies--for at least for an evening.
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