I know it was you, Fredo. You broke my heart. You broke my heart!--Michael Corleone, The Godfather III'm a Christian who believes in Social Justice. I'm left of center politically. I'm suspicious of religious people who drape the flag around the Cross. I hate warrantless wiretapping, waterboarding and defending dictators to fatten the coffers of … Continue reading I know it was you, Fredo.
The Third Sunday of EasterYear CHow Sweet the SoundActs 9:1-20Revelation 5:11-14John 21:1-19It was the man’s eyes that haunted him most. He had seen other people die of course, but they were usually sick and it was a relief. He had seen an execution or two on the hill outside the city gates, but never close … Continue reading The Third Sunday of Easter Year C
I open the door and it’s dark inside. She’s lying on the couch, her head wrapped in a towel like the Prell girl. She’s got a blanket pulled up to her chin.“Good morning,” I try cheerful first. Cheerful is always better. She hasn’t slept in the bed again. “Still on the couch?” I ask, as … Continue reading Extraordinary Popular Delusions and the Madness of One
In his excellent history of the United States between 1789 and 1815, Empire of Liberty, Gordon Woods writes: "By the end of that second war against Britain in 1815, the central impulses of the Revolution had run their course. Americans believed that their Republic was at last secure and independent, free from hostile mercantile empires … Continue reading A Republic of Patriots or a Confederacy of Dunces?