…Winston Churchill was born. In tribute, part of the only great speech ever given in Ottawa, I’m sure. The date was December 30, 1941.
Monthly Archives: November 2020
A couple of Thanksgiving-related articles of note: Be Grateful for Property Rights and America wasn’t Founded on Slavery but on the Pilgrims’ Ideals.
Happy Thanksgiving to my American friends, family and readers.
About the American election – I found both candidates anxiety-inducing. But I think conservatives and Republicans should be pleased: Biden will be president, but the progressive left has been dealt a serious blow. I hope the Republicans will hold the Senate – should that happen, this will be the first time in 116 years that the one who won the presidency didn’t carry the Senate. That would be terrific. Further, it would seem Trump got more votes from minorities this time around, as well as from white women, whereas white men moved over to Biden. This puts to death the notion that Trump supporters can be dismissed as white supremacists and bigots, et cetera.
There is a genius somewhere in the American voter and in the system of checks and balances. Biden goes to the White House with the GOP potentially in the driver’s seat. I think the example of Susan Collins in Maine is noteworthy: she won by nine points when her opponent spent $100 million. And yet the state of Maine went Democratic. The United States is a healthy democracy with robust public debate. I’m not naive, and Biden could – and likely will – disappoint. But I hope he will cut the vile AOC/Ilhan Omar/Rashida Tlaib gang of antisemites and economic illiterates out of the picture.
Remember to visit my other site. And please enjoy this A.E. Housman poem, relevant to the day. Really quite simple and profound.
Here Dead we Lie
Here dead we lie because we did not choose,
To live and shame the land from which we sprung.
Life, to be sure, is nothing much to lose;
But young men think it is, and we were young.
A fine recollection of the man – which includes a sweet story involving Prince Charles (seriously, I am growing so fond of him). May his memory be for a blessing.