That old agitator Mahatma Gandhi certainly knew his chops, and one of his aphorisms surely has resonance when we contemplate the Trump phenomenon: “First they ignore you, then they laugh at you, then they fight you, then you win.” This is certainly what has happened in 2015, as Donald Trump defies the Establishment, the pundits,...
Who Hates Trump?
Politics is all about hatred. Never mind who you’re voting for: It’s who you’re voting against that really counts. And that’s why any disagreement I may have with Donald Trump’s actual policies is completely irrelevant. Because what really matters is that all the people I really hate—the media, the leadership of both parties, the entire...
Wrecking Ball
Donald Trump has upended the GOP presidential primary process and turned it into the most entertaining reality show yet. If The Donald’s road to the White House is blocked—either by the Republican elites or by his own tendency to go too far—and he returns to TV land, he’ll have a hard time topping this one....
We’ve Only Just Begun
The Left is not generous in victory. The ink on the Supreme Court decision in Obergefell v. Hodges was barely dry before a vicious assault on organized religion in this country was launched, a multipronged offensive with the clear intention of marginalizing Christians and banishing them from the public square. The first shot was fired...
The Third Great Awakening
California is showing the way forward for the aspiring authoritarians in our midst—and the drought is providing them with the perfect opportunity. The front page of my local rag, the Press-Democrat, ran a story by Washington Post writer Bob Kuznia, “State’s wealthy guzzling water,” which sported this lede: “Drought or no drought, Steve Yuhas resents...
A Bubbling Crude
We have crossed the boundary that lies between Republic and Empire. If you ask when, the answer is that you cannot make a single stroke between day and night; the precise moment does not matter. There was no painted sign to say: “You are now entering Imperium.” Yet it was a very old road and...
Energized for Liberty
The Senate debate over extending three key sections of the egregiously misnamed USA PATRIOT Act is over, and the winner is . . . Sen. Rand Paul. The losers are clearly Sens. Mitch McConnell and John McCain, both of whom tried desperately to win an extension of what Paul accurately described as “that most unpatriotic...
Disturbing the Peace
The waitress at my favorite Japanese restaurant, a spotlessly clean little joint in a Sonoma County hamlet not far from my home, had no idea what she was getting into as she took the order. Two unremarkable looking customers had walked in the door: one an older, rather prissy-looking man with wire-rim glasses, and the...
The Neocons Called the Tune
I want to apologize to my readers, although I can only hope for forgiveness. I certainly don’t deserve it. OK, Justin—I can hear you now—what have you done this time? The sin of which I am guilty is optimism of the most fatuous sort—or, rather, projecting an inauthentic optimism onto a most unworthy object. The...
Confessions of a Libertarian Activist
I’ve been a libertarian activist since the age of 16 or so—long before the term libertarian became known and widely used by the general public. Indeed, when I announced my conversion to parents, friends, and associates I distinctly recall a number of them saying something to the effect of “Gee, I didn’t know the librarians...
Jihad on the Western Front
It’s a Charlie Hebdo world—a place where “free speech” means the freedom to depict the Pope in drag with the caption “Ready for anything in order to win some clients?” Where “liberty” means crude drawings, of the sort one might see on a men’s room wall, showing the Holy Trinity in a series of sexual...
LBJeb
You knew Jeb Bush was going to run for president; after all, assuming the worst is really the essence of conservatism. And, sure enough, he’s “actively exploring the possibility”—a half-measure that prefigures the weakness and tepidity of another Bush presidency. Conservatives tempted to glom onto an alleged winner might want to contemplate the wisdom of...
Living With Foreigners
My grandfather, Nicola Raimondo, came from a little town called Torre di Ruggiero, at the tip of the Italian boot. It was a poor place then, and it looks to be even poorer today, from what I can tell, with half the place for sale and the other half in ruins. He was 15 years...
The Golden State’s Lavender Jacobins
You knew it would come to this. So did I. And yet one is still surprised by the sheer boldness of it all. From my local paper: California public schools do an inadequate job of teaching students about gay and lesbian history, despite a 2011 law that requires schools to teach such lessons, according to...
My Conversation With Alex Jones
I always had the general impression that radio shock-jock Alex Jones was a huckster—basically an entertainer, as opposed to a serious person. I’d never bothered to listen to his broadcasts, and all I knew about him was secondhand. My recent encounter with Jones gave me the chance to find out the truth for myself. The...
The War of Wars
I have lost the battle with my garden, the only war I care about these days. The Drought (yes, I mean to capitalize it, to personify it as if it were an angry god) has scorched the yard, and there is no such thing as victory in the face of such an enemy—only the hope...
Foreigners No More
They are coming: on trains, on buses, on foot, all the way from Central America, where they meet up with smugglers who take them across our nonexistent border. This has been happening for decades, but there’s one big difference in the recent wave of illegal immigration: These are children, many under ten years of age—50,000...
Neocon Nightmare
I have a recurring nightmare in which the war criminals who lied us into Iraq reappear to mock the hundreds of thousands they murdered in cold blood, repeating the same lies, the same rationalizations, the same mindless slogans that lured us into that hellhole to begin with. Bill Kristol, the Kagan clan, the Israel Firsters,...
Is There Hope?
Think of what we’re trying to do: upend the biggest, deadliest, most intractable apparatus of power this world has ever seen. The sheer scope of the Leviathan State is so daunting that any patriot who seeks to take it on is immediately faced with the enormity of his task—and that is sure to overwhelm even...
Stalking the Bear
Washington desperately needed a new enemy, so the timing of Putin’s bloodless “invasion” of Crimea was just right. Al Qaeda’s value as a fear generator has been seriously compromised ever since the death of Osama bin Laden, and now that it looks like the U.S. government has taken the Syrian affiliate of the group under...
The World Upside Down
The hysterics are deafening: The “invasion” of Crimea has the pundits in an uproar, with the Krauthammers and Kristols and Kagans calling for a new cold war (verging on hot), and the “progressives” chiming in with calls for sanctions and making Vladimir Putin “pay a price,” as the President put it. Even some “libertarians” are...
Why Has the Land Turned on Me?
I have showered more love on this old 1940’s farmhouse than on any person living. Certainly, I’ve spent more money on it than I care to count. But more than the house itself—an undistinguished structure made interesting only by my renovation—it’s the land I fell in love with. The way my foot sinks into the...
The Russians Are Coming!
When the Berlin Wall fell, and the Soviet Union imploded shortly afterward, the world breathed a sigh of relief—except in the faculty lounges of our more exclusive universities, the last bastion of Marxism in the developed world. But these hothouse exotics weren’t the only losers. Their opposite numbers, the professional anticommunists, had far more to...
Taking Action
“I don’t just renovate,” says Nicole Curtis, the 36-year-old star of Rehab Addict. “I restore old houses to their former glory.” She’s a willowy blonde with the body of a pinup model and the determination of a drill sergeant—and she can wield a nail gun as well as any man, if not better. That may...
No Peeking
I promised mysel I’d stay out of local politics once I moved up here to Sonoma County, California, but this story is too good to pass up. It was 3 a.m., and the beautiful lady heard a rustling at her window. Maybe it was the wind. Had she left the window open? She lay motionless...
It’s Always World War II
They call it the “Good War,” I suppose, in order to differentiate it from all the really bad wars we’ve been fighting—and losing—lately: Vietnam, Iraq, Afghanistan, and all the future conflicts our political class has up its collective sleeve. I call it the Worst War, because it fathered all the ones to come. It was...
An Unexpected Sea Change
One minute we were just waiting for the bombs to drop on Syria. The next we were listening to the President tell us why it was a good idea—but never mind! What in the heck happened? The American people rose up, that’s what happened. They called their representatives in Congress and told them, in no...
The Drones of Mordor
It’s like something out of The Lord of the Rings: a vast empire ruled by a king known as “B’arack”—an Orcish name if ever there was one—sends out its mechanical murderers to wreak destruction far and wide. They strike from the air, whistling over homes huddled against the hills, dropping down on children as they...
Lynchings and Litmus Tests
When it comes to race, life in America resembles nothing so much as a reenactment of Shirley Jackson’s short story “The Lottery.” That story, you’ll recall, depicted a town that seemed normal—except that, once every year, there would be a lottery, and if you picked the one black stone among so many white ones, the...
Snooping Gets Personal
Washington is reeling from revelations that the NSA is turning the country into a virtual Panopticon. Americans are now learning that all our phone calls are turned over to the feds, who also have their tentacles in the servers of the major internet providers. The whistle-blower, 29-year-old Edward Snowden, a remarkably articulate former CIA employee...
Killing the Invader
I first saw it lying right under the fence, stretched out a good eight to ten feet long. A rope? Did I put that there? In the next moment I realized what it was. When I moved out to Sonoma County’s “wine country,” I knew there’d be wildlife—you know, birds, and maybe a few raccoons,...
The Specter of History
There are ghosts in this house. Yes, more than one, I think. Of course, I don’t believe in ghosts—except that I can hear them. Every house emits noises, especially late at night. Or, perhaps, it speaks during the daylight hours, only to be drowned out by the drone of traffic, lawn mowers, barking dogs, and...
A Revolutionary Who Wasn’t
The death of Hugo Raphael Chávez Frías provoked cries of “Hallelujah!” from pundits on the right. Michael Moynihan, writing in the Daily Beast (the internet incarnation of Newsweek), jeered “Good riddance!” while he danced on the Venezuelan strongman’s grave. All the usual suspects—the War Street Journal, the “conservatives” over at National Review, and the Israel...
Forgetting Prisoner X
In the early months of 2010, a prisoner was brought to one of Israel’s most secure prisons, the Ayalon facility in Ramla, and put in a cell designed to hold the murderer of Yitzhak Rabin. None of the prison personnel were told so much as his name, nor was anything known about his alleged crime. ...
Neocons in the Dock
The nomination of Chuck Hagel as secretary of defense has sparked a firestorm of opposition from Israel’s fifth column in the United States. It is a useful example of just how the Jewish state’s parasitic relationship with America works. Israel cannot stand alone: She is a European colony in the midst of an Arab sea...
Death Becomes Him
When 20-year-old Adam Lanza walked into Sandy Hook Elementary School and murdered 26 people, most of them children, after killing his own mother at home, the nation went into one of its periodic orgies of recrimination—mostly directed at the National Rifle Association, which had to shut down its Facebook and Twitter accounts thanks to the...
Petitioning Satan
Talk of secession is in the air. A number of internet petitions from several states, asking to be allowed to leave the Union, have garnered tens of thousands of signatures. Unsurprisingly, Texas leads the list, and Ron Paul has endorsed the idea. According to him, “secession is a deeply American principle.” True enough, which is...
Dashed Hopes and Neocons
For once, we actually had a candidate, but as Ron Paul retires and his son does his best to sully the family brand name, the future of the movement he inspired is in doubt. No one was surprised that Jesse Benton, head honcho of the Paul presidential campaign—known for his propensity to sell out at...
Surprised by Believers
St. Patrick’s Church is now a modern structure consisting of two red-brick tetrahedrons sprung up, like some poisonous mushroom, over the transformed landscape. The original building, Old St. Patrick’s, is down the street from the usurper, crouching in the shadows, dreaming of the days when a Roman Catholic church could never have been mistaken for...
Friendly Reminders
A fine summer day it was, and as I walked down my quiet country road I smugly congratulated myself for being unafraid of any bills that might lie waiting in the darkness of the rusty old mailbox. I made a mental note to get a new one, perhaps an elaborate one. Now, where would I...
Get On My Lawn
“Hey, why don’t you get out there and mow the lawn?” How many times had I heard that refrain? Through all the days of my youth, it seemed. My father would always laugh when he said it, knowing full well I would be doing no such thing. Not that he would have trusted me with...
Prophecies Fulfilled
Ray Bradbury’s passing, at the age of 91, evokes sadness and nostalgia for the lost world of my youth. I discovered him early on, before he became quite as famous as he is today, in the science-fiction magazines that were my earliest “serious” reading material. His stories featured real people, not the walking, talking clichés...
Approval and Gay Marriage
There’s no doubt the President’s endorsement of gay “marriage” was stage-managed: The timing was the key. He did it hours after the news that North Carolinians had voted to put a ban on the practice in their state constitution. Pressure from his supporters—and some of his biggest donors, I have no doubt—contributed to the decision. ...
One of Them
I’ve avoided writing about racial politics for the same reason I’ve avoided stepping on land mines, but the news is filled with nothing but racial conflict these days: Trayvon Martin, the firing of John Derbyshire from National Review, the purging of Pat Buchanan from MSNBC, the daily accusations from the liberal media that conservative opponents...
Cato, Crane, and Koch
Charles Koch was standing in line, waiting for his greaseburger. The scene: a little greasy spoon at the foot of San Francisco’s Telegraph Hill, where we low-level Kochtopus employees grabbed a quick hamburger for lunch. The place was smoky, unappetizing, and cheap. So what was one of the richest men in country doing there? He...
There Goes the Neighborhood
The contractor is gone, the painter has departed, and the electrician has shed light where before there was only darkness. The house glints fresh green as the afternoon sun finally pierces the clouds on this unusually warm winter day: 65 degrees in full sun. Asphodel are arising from their winter graves, ghostly white and waving...
Paul’s Last Hurrah
At this point it is clear that Rep. Ron Paul is not going to be the presidential nominee of the Republican Party. Yet it seems likely that he will outlast all his rivals but for Romney, and that he will have a substantial bloc of delegates at the convention. Paul has the money, and the...
An Action Program
What is a populist? This much used (and abused) term has gone through several American incarnations. First, it was the name of a 19th-century political party whose program was as vague as its success was short-lived: The party combined an untenable admixture of Southern agrarianism and social-democratic panaceas leavened with a healthy hatred of Eastern...
Time to Start Naming Names
To survey the state of the American right—its friends, its enemies, its controversies—is to be nearly convinced we are living in Nietzsche’s nightmare world of “eternal recurrence.” The current battle for the soul of the “Stupid Party” is an eerie reenactment of the battle that engulfed the GOP in 1963-64, with a different Romney as...
Confessions of a Serial Homebuyer
I’ve bought three houses in as many years, and sold two of them. Having been excluded from participating in the housing bubble by extreme poverty, I suppose I’ve been making up for lost time. In 2008, when my mom died, I inherited what was—by my modest standards—a considerable sum, and there was no doubt about...