Comus

If you can recall George Orwell’s 1984, you’ll see many similarities in what follows. For those of you who need a refresher, Winston Smith, living in a superstate called Oceania,...

If we’re honest, progress is not exactly what it’s cracked up to be. For every step forward, we seem to make three back. The key, of course, as great minds...

We are knee-deep in Lent, and it seemed only right to pause for a moment and think about that. This may well be the only place you’ll read any sort...

Sometimes you have to hunt far and wide to describe a thing, especially when it is a specific thing that has no handy word for it. This German word comes...

Any conservative can tell you that the media, the mainstream one, are biased.  Their perfidy is well-known and stretches back, not decades, but centuries. Tulip Mania, a 1637 phenomenon, exploded...

For most of my adult life, the climate change people have been trying to scare everyone to death.  It’s a bit ironic because they were telling us that we were...

It’s been many decades since Comus watched the weather for a school snow day.  When one lives in the South, even a flake of snow can cause disruption.  Many were...

Vice is a monster of so frightful mien As to be hated needs but to be seen; Yet seen to ‘oft, familiar with her face, We first endure, then pity,...

Before we get too far along, let me explain the headline.  A 14th-century French philosopher, Jean Buridan,  is attributed with the phrase, or so the saying goes, by creating the...

A wag once said that the opposite of progress is Congress. If you’ve lived long enough, you know that the statement is more true than amusing.  But there comes a...

Given that this is the season, it’s likely that you’ve seen holly and ivy just about everywhere you look.  We decorate with them, we garland with them, we sing about...

Last week, this column took to task the continuing decline of dress in public, or rather, the rise of the undressed. That column talked about the need, a desperate one...

Nothing spells failure more quickly than a writer whose first column annoys his few readers as this one, which is certain to strike opprobrium, ab initio.  I’m not one for...