In my latest Mercatornet column I say the mania for booster shots for vaccines that don’t work very well to stop a variant they may not work against at all is not science.
In my latest Epoch Times column I say if there’s really a burgeoning mental health crisis over hair loss we’ve lost more from our heads than just the stuff above our scalps.
In my latest Loonie Politics column I say the reason public officials pivot ataxically from one certainty to another on SARS-CoV-2 (yes, that’s the virus) is that the public won’t accept that the government doesn’t have all the answers.
In my latest National Post column I say David Suzuki’s thinly veiled threat of violence if he and his sanctimonious ilk don’t get their way, in defiance of lawful authority and popular consent, reflects a persistent mentality on the left.
In my latest Epoch Times column I say a new Cardus/Angus Reid survey showing Canadian youth “leaders” want to tear civilization down and start again suggests that they are right to feel that they have been cheated though very wrong about how.
The German ambassador to Austria-Hungary, Baron von Tschirschky “was not much liked in Vienna: he was a stiff north German of the sort who agreed with Bismarck that ‘the Bavarian is a cross between the Austrian and homo sapiens’.”
Norman Stone “Archduke Franz Ferdinand Survives Sarajevo” in Andrew Roberts, ed., What Might Have Been
“As long as the same passions and interests subsist among mankind, the questions of war and peace, of justice and policy, which were debated in the councils of antiquity, will frequently present themselves as the subject of modern deliberation.”
Edward Gibbon, Decline and Fall of the Roman Empire
“‘Look there, a garden!’ said my college friend,/ The Tory member’s elder son, ‘and there!/ God bless the narrow sea which keeps her off,/ And keeps our Britain, whole within herself,/ A nation yet, the rulers and the ruled--/ Some sense of duty, something of a faith,/ Some reverence for the laws ourselves have made,/ Some patient force to change them when we will,/ Some civic manhood firm against the crowd--/ But yonder, whiff! there comes a sudden heat,/ The gravest citizen seems to lose his head,/ The king is scared, the soldier will not fight,/ The little boys begin to shoot and stab,/ A kingdom topples over with a shriek/ Like an old woman, and down rolls the world/ In mock heroics stranger than our own;/ Revolts, republics, revolutions, most/ No graver than a schoolboys’ barring out;/ Too comic for the serious things they are,/ Too solemn for the comic touches in them,/ Like our wild Princess with as wise a dream/ As some of theirs--God bless the narrow seas!/ I wish they were a whole Atlantic broad.’”
Alfred Lord Tennyson “The Princess: Conclusion” in Alfred Tennyson: The Major Works