When The Station Leaves The Train

By Eric Le Roy

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A couple of days ago, my colleague informed me that almost all of our readership had disappeared. Apparently, our erstwhile ‘fans’ are now opting for the seamless, dreamless efficiency of AI. I don’t blame them. Who wouldn’t prefer to have the world and all that’s in it summarized in a few seconds, when the alternative is a laborious process once known as ‘thought’?

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Bunny Time

                 

 

By Eric Le Roy

El Conejito

       I guess the frenzy is fading now, but (as usual, a day late and a dollar short) I would like to record a few belated thoughts on the recent Super Bowl in America. Not the game itself, mind you, which by all accounts was as boring as an argument between two dead people, but the Half Time Show, featuring an enterprising dude with Read the rest

Ordinary Insanity

                                         

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By Eric Le Roy

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I can’t decide whether the human mind is an ingeniously crafted, highly resilient aircraft, purposeful in its mission, and headed somewhere as it navigates the turbulence of the skies – or is it (the human mind) nothing but turbulence itself – often of the open air?

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Insanity is a universal and timeless issue. No culture has ever been Read the rest

The Ugly Truth About The Radical Left

By Eric Le Roy

     I don’t like to write blogs like this; I really don’t. I would rather devote myself to the things, beautiful, painful, complex, and rewarding, that my mind and instincts drive me to pursue.

    But I am going to write this plainly. No attempt at lovely language. Just my thoughts.

    First, the stuff going on in Minnesota. The uprising there is almost certainly coordinated and financed by … Read the rest

The Handshake At The End

                

By Eric Le Roy

  

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Sometimes a death in the family comes like grief poured over your head, a bucketful of black water. You can drown that way. Sometimes it feels like liberation. Often, it’s more of a handshake. That’s how it was with my Dad and me.

Earlier this week, a friend told me that his mother had passed. She was 93. My friend has also been subjected Read the rest