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

The Athenian Trick That Still Works Today

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Athens, in the middle of the sixth century before our era, was not yet the museum city of marble postcards. It was a place of dust, olives, arguments, and men who could recite laws in the morning and break them politely in the afternoon. The Athenians had recently received a precious gift: rules that were meant to be stronger than families. Solon, the lawgiver, had tried to take a city … 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

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 Art of Saying Nothing. Necro-Speak

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There’s a special kind of language that doesn’t tell you what’s happening—it tells you what to feel about it. It’s an art form, really. A performance where words pretend to inform but actually sedate. Bureaucrats, generals, and “information managers” have refined it into a linguistic ballet: graceful, bloodless, and utterly lethal to thought.

It’s called doublespeak. Or, in the more poetic tongues of the East, necro-speak—the language of the … Read the rest