A man who tells lies, like me, merely hides the truth. But a man who tells half-lies has forgotten where he put it. –Mr. Dryden, Lawrence of Arabia If you haven’t bookmarked George Washington University’s National Security Archive you should. The website is dedicated to publishing declassified documents obtained through the Freedom of Information Act.Today’sContinue reading “PowerPoint Postmodernism”
Author Archives: eladsinned
The Nefarious Effects of Timetables
According to the president, if we set a date for withdrawal from Iraq the al Qaeda franchise there (apparently this month’s “top enemy” working against the occupation, replacing April’s Persian peril, which out-charted previous number-one with a whole lot of bullets, Sunni insurgents [now allies against the first], who displaced…) will simply “wait us out”Continue reading “The Nefarious Effects of Timetables”
(hog)"wash"
Sebastian Mallaby and I share something: an unnaturally high forehead. Mine is perhaps not as tall and a bit wider, for me it brings to mind a drive-in theatre movie screen, broad and protruding, rounded and looming out over the brow, giving what I always thought an insect look, and made to look all theContinue reading “(hog)"wash"”
note
If denouncing the neocons is the New Black, then warning of a coming fall line of Buchananite brownshirts never goes out of style, regardless of the fact that the jackboots perennially fail to appear on the runways of our political system.This perpetual rite, handed down through the generations, works even now to distract many fromContinue reading “note”
Market Disparities and Resentment Brokers
“Because I’m the conservative, whether you know it or not. You don’t know who’s out there on those wild and hungry streets. I am your prudent broker on Judgment Day. Harlem, the Bronx, and Brooklyn, they’re gonna blow my friend, and on that day, how grateful you will be for your prudent broker…your prudent broker…whoContinue reading “Market Disparities and Resentment Brokers”
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A foul smell arouses you from slumber, twisted into a painful position amidst piled bags of garbage in the dense black of a deep alley at night. Your head feels leaden, sagging toward your chest. You labor to pull yourself into a one kneed crouch, cradling your throbbing head in your hand for a momentContinue reading “…”
ephemera
The Girl With Flies on Her Face “Do you have a request?”The Okinawan bartender’s accented words took a while to make their way through the fog shrouding my senses, created as a byproduct of the pleasant psychoactive interaction of sake, Kirin, and what may have been absinthe. After the import of his words welled upContinue reading “ephemera”
War of the Poses
Opening a recent Foreign Affairs article, Tony Blair demonstrated an ability to imbue rank dishonesty with self-righteous arrogance that would make Douglas Feith envious: Our response to the September 11 attacks has proved even more momentous than it seemed at the time. That is because we could have chosen security as the battleground. But weContinue reading “War of the Poses”
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You don’t remember how you came to be in the park, sitting Indian style under a tree, drawing long drags from a cigarette yielding a strangely metallic taste. Looking up through the canopy of the large tree above your vision flattens out, all effective depth perception gone as the world appears as if projected ontoContinue reading “…”
A Foreign Policy About Nothing
The Costanza Doctrine. By way of Dr. Leo Strauss.
untethered 