Apparently, the puerile idea that you’re either a rabid socialist or else you’re lower than vermin is still trying to make a comeback, even after being absolutely routed of late at the ballot box. For my own part, I prefer the idea of noblesse oblige. And so do the British people.
Mark S.
Sic transit gloria mundi. R.I.P. Sir Roger Scruton.
Mark S.
Mark S.
Having looked at the place for the first time in months, I think it’s now safe to write off the TLO entirely. I don’t take any pleasure from the fact, quite the contrary, but when only two or three people post there regularly and it’s the same old miniature crew who drove out absolutely everyone else with anything of any interest to say and with anything worthwhile to contribute (and even its current dregs now first appear on Twitter; which, of course, is the modern equivalent of urban graffiti) … well, I suppose it’s what’s termed a prryhic victory for those now wholly in possession. The place is a nihilistic wasteland wherein its controller keeps it going wholly for his own self-advertising endeavours. Quite what this commercialism has to do with nihilism is beyond me. Then again nihilism has, I suppose, never had a claim to consistency. What a fall from its previous heights! Well done. But I told you so.
Mark S.
I’m afraid it’s a festive tradition I feel I must maintain. Anyway, here it is.
“Chi-Rho” in the abbreviated title by the way. It’s entirely orthodox. That’s for the Greek scholars who generally know best. I am fed up with those who think what they don’t know is not worth knowing.
Mark S.
