“Spouses stay with their mates with Alzheimer’s, not because there is any hope for pay back or even appreciation, but because of a keen sense of duty, and so on.”
Amitai Etzioni, “Libertarian Follies,” World and I, May 1995
In my latest National Post column I argue that the solution to toxic anger in politics, far easier said than done, is neither to cause nor succumb to it.
In my latest Epoch Times column I deplore the spectacle of the Trudeau ministry treating the tragically botched evacuation from Kabul airport as yet another occasion for lavish self-praise.
In my latest National Post column I say the strangest thing about the resignation of British health secretary Matt Hancock, for Canadians, is the concept of a minister being held accountable for a poor job performance.
On June 16 I was on Global News Radio 640 with Alex Pierson and John Mraz to discuss various current public affairs follies.
In my latest National Post column I mock the notion of a geopolitical lightweight like our Prime Minister putting himself forward as an elder statesman.
In my latest National Post column I say “This government doesn’t do hard” could become our new national motto as a vast cast of characters across the executive, legislative and judicial branches avoids thinking about difficult choices from COVID to national security and the budget.
“It is a good exercise, in empty or ugly hours of the day, to look at anything, the coal-scuttle or the book-case, and think how happy one could be to have brought it out of the sinking ship on to the solitary island. But it is a better exercise still to remember how all things have had this hair-breadth escape: everything has been saved from a wreck. Every man has had one horrible adventure: as a hidden untimely birth he had not been, as infants that never see the light. Men spoke much in my boyhood of restricted or ruined men of genius: and it was common to say that many a man was a Great Might-Have-Been. To me it is a more solid and startling fact that any man in the street is a Great Might-Not-Have-Been. But I really felt (the fancy may seem foolish) as if all the order and number of things were the romantic remnant of Crusoe’s ship. That there are two sexes and one sun, was like the fact that there were two guns and one axe. It was poignantly urgent that none should be lost; but somehow, it was rather fun that none could be added. The trees and the planets seemed like things saved from the wreck: and when I saw the Matterhorn I was glad that it had not been overlooked in the confusion.”
G.K. Chesterton Orthodoxy