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I just got back from Mass.  Nobody followed me home in a mysterious black car. Yesterday, my wife went swimming with her head uncovered and her legs and arms exposed. Nobody tried to beat her to death as a harlot. Not one of my children are child-soldiers, impressed into some

C.S. Lewis once remarked that he was a converted pagan living among apostate Puritans.  Our culture is, if anything, even more redolent of curdled apostate Calvinism than it was in Lewis’s day, and that fact can be seen everywhere.  On a whimsical note, it is discovered in an NPR broadcast

I am a Washingtonian. For a great deal of our very short history, we Washingtonians have taken pride in having gotten away from the rest of the country. Indeed, we’ve grown accustomed to seeing ourselves as escapees from eastern politics, deadening Midwestern weather and, last but not least, what we