2021
VDH UltraKnock, Knock, Knocking on Heaven’s Door — Or the Wages of Stupidity: Part Three
Victor Davis Hanson Eeyore’s Corner Idiocy Five In 2014, I was riding with friends on those narrow-tire, light-weight road bikes (my 11th year of it). I had felt the tire slightly rubbing, but each time I flipped over the carbon bike it was fine. What I didn’t know (recklessness) was there was an invisible, hairline …
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The Ungracious — And Their Demonization of the Past
Victor Davis Hanson American Greatness The last two years have seen an unprecedented escalation in a decades-long war on the American past. But there are lots of logical flaws in attacking prior generations in U.S. history. Critics assume their own judgmental generation is morally superior to those of the past. So, they use their own …
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VDH UltraKnock, Knock, Knocking on Heaven’s Door — Or the Wages of Stupidity: Part Two
Victor Davis Hanson Eeyore’s Cabinet Idiocy Three Four years later as a graduate student of 24, I returned to Greece to do field work at the American School of Classical Studies. I had a bad habit of not drinking enough water much when hiking or during the school’s digs at Corinth. I then liked instead (but …
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Sowing Winds and Reaping Whirlwinds
Victor Davis Hanson American Greatness Joe Biden, first as a candidate and then in the White House, from the outset saw the COVID-19 pandemic mainly as a means of leveraging political support, from the manner in which the lockdowns allowed him to run a virtual campaign from his basement to equating Donald Trump with the …
VDH UltraKnock, Knock, Knocking on Heaven’s Door — or the Wages of Recklessness and Stupidity
Victor Davis Hanson Eeyore’s Cabinet Part One At some point, we all look back on nearly seven decades and conclude we are lucky to be alive. I always remember a warning from my mother when I shaved off bits of my two-front permanent teeth at 10. I was jumping off the old iron Jungle Jim at …