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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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

Quebec To The Rescue

By Eric Le Roy

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        First, I support no ideology under this shining sun. You don’t have to be wrong for me to be right, and vice versa. All my life, I have involved myself in civil discourse with all comers. Often it has seemed modestly productive, although rare is the occasion when I’ve noticed any radical shifts of opinion. Most people, including me, walk away with our convictions … Read the rest

Weltschmerz

By Eric Le Roy

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‘We have fallen in the dreams the ever living

Breathe on the tarnished mirror of the world

And then smooth out with ivory hands and sigh.”

(Yeats)

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My life at an advanced age vacillates between flashes of murderous rage and periods of unaccountable serenity. When I sense the futility of thinking that anything much is going to change during my ‘golden years’, I … Read the rest