Endless River
(1) Two quotes from Sir Winston Churchill: “…whatever the worries of the hour or the threats of the future once the picture has begun to flow along…they pass out into Continue Reading →
Category Archives: Countries
Invisible transfers, long distance calls, hollow laughter in marble halls…
“For hard cash, we will lie and deceive…even our masters don’t know the webs we weave.” – Pink Floyd (1) The Mendacity Behind Obama’s Mockery of the Cash-for-Iran Story by Continue Reading →
Weekend 370.0
(1) After Brexit: the myth of post‑truth politics (spiked) “But perhaps the worst thing about the post-truth notion is the way it redefines politics. It makes politics like religion. Remainers, Continue Reading →
Weekend 368.0 (Independence Weekend)
(1) Liberal Cosmopolitans Lash Out at the Shattering of Their Worldview (National Review) “Liberal cosmopolitanism, regnant since the end of the Cold War, has bought completely into its own rightness. Continue Reading →
Weekend 367.0 (…why bounce around to the same d*** song)
(1) Brexit vote: It’s more American than you think (Washington Examiner) (2) Glenn Reynolds: Why politicians love cities (USA Today) (3) A quote from “The Lion and the Unicorn” by Continue Reading →
Weekend 366.0
(1) England vs Great Britain vs United Kingdom Explained (Brilliant Maps) (2) The Stages of Grief at the Frontier by Jakub Grygiel (The American Interest)
Weekend 359.0
(1) An Icon Falls On Hard Times; In India, the Ambassador Car Fights to Survive Competition (NY Times)
bum! brrum! brrrumble!!!!
“…the roll of drums and the flutter of the flags of empire.” (1) Boris Johnson: Americans would never accept EU restrictions – so why should we? (Telegraph) (2) Troubling warnings Continue Reading →
Weekend 350.0
“On earth we are wayfarers, always on the go. This means that we have to keep on moving forward. Therefore be always unhappy about what you are if you want Continue Reading →
Plume & Primrose
Home-Thoughts, from Abroad I Oh, to be in England Now that April’s there, And whoever wakes in England Sees, some morning, unaware, That the lowest boughs and the brushwood sheaf Continue Reading →