Border Theater: Why the Legal Immigrants Pay First

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A functioning country has to do two things at once, even when that makes everyone uncomfortable: enforce its laws, and keep its promises. Borders matter. Procedures matter. And so does the basic bargain implied in every civics class and every naturalisation ceremony: if you follow the rules, the rules will be intelligible, stable, and worth following.

That is why the slogan “we’re cracking down on illegal immigration” feels, at first … Read the rest

The Empire of Unwanted Births

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From the vantage point of someone who has spent enough time in uniform to know what real threats look like, it’s always instructive to watch a much larger state invent imaginary ones. Some governments worry about missiles; the Northern Colossus worries about whether its citizens are having enough state-approved sex. Different risk matrices, same existential drama.

Their latest stroke of national genius is a full-spectrum campaign against the most dangerous … Read the rest

The Finch And The Falconer

By Eric Le Roy

     

                         

“The world is a comedy for those who think, and a tragedy for those who feel” – Horace Walpole

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Only the Lonely” was the signature song of a guy named Roy Orbison, a star in the early rock’ n’ roll era. Orbison died in 1988 of a heart attack at the age of 52. Songs are full of lonely guys; they were back … Read the rest

Dead Man Walking: How Diabetes Saved My Life

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Content 16+ A hundred years ago, a diagnosis of diabetes was a death sentence. No insulin, no modern medicine, no way out. A slow, painful demise. By that definition, I am a dead man walking. And yet, here I am—stronger, healthier, more alive than I have ever been. It’s a strange paradox: the very thing that should have stolen my life gave it back to me instead.

Before diabetes, I … Read the rest

Come To The Cabaret, Old Chum

By Eric Le Roy

Content 18+ The gray days turn now to early darkness – light-swallowing afternoons that have me leaving the apartment with my dogs when it is still daylight and returning 30 minutes later to sudden winds and the pitch black of precocious night. These afternoons end quicker than friendships when talking about places like Russia and Ukraine, Israel and Palestine. Believe me, I know.

In the morning, … Read the rest