The Price of Being Sure

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We live in an age where certainty travels faster than facts, and where emotion is often treated as a substitute for evidence, not because people have suddenly become wicked or foolish, but because the modern attention economy quietly rewards whatever is simple, sharp, and loud; it is easy to forget that the world is rarely simple, almost never sharp, and only occasionally loud for reasons that matter. When unrest erupts … Read the rest

The Ugly Truth About the Radical Right

I don’t enjoy writing this kind of essay. It is the intellectual equivalent of cleaning a greasy kitchen: necessary, unpleasant, and guaranteed to offend the people who insist the smell is “authentic tradition.” But if we’re going to talk honestly about political extremes, you don’t get to treat one side as a dangerous cult and the other as a quirky hobby. Extremes are not philosophies. They are stress reactions with … 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

When News Becomes a Team Sport

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On a winter evening quite a few years ago, I sat in a rented room—one of those temporary places where the furniture is chosen to survive, not to comfort. The radiator clicked like an impatient metronome. Outside, a streetlamp made the wet pavement shine. I had no plan except to hear a familiar language. I turned on the television.

Within minutes I was watching two countries that occupied the same … Read the rest

Europe Today: Inept, Embarrassing, Pathetic

By Eric Le Roy

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   When I was a young lad long ago in the bland, faceless, smugly prosperous America of the 1950s, I had an itch to be somewhere else. As I heard the expression put first on the TV series “Buffy the Vampire Slayer”, I would indulge myself regularly in a game called “Anywhere but Here.” The Germans have a beautiful word for it: Wanderlust.

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But … Read the rest