Having slain the personal for the sake of the political, the left has wrung the charm from life by reviling the precious and common virtues that once moved good men to good deeds.
The Christmas tree is no less than a central cultural icon fused into our treasury of Western lore.
Having been embarrassed by the nests of cockroaches that Jill Stein’s recount uncovered, Dem operatives have scurried into more promising trashcans.
In the final accounting, it is Job and mankind, and not God, that must occupy the dock.
With the passing of Leonard Cohen, the world of words and images grows a bit dimmer.
How does one lift his hands into the sky, like Job, and offer praise for the calamities that seemingly beset us on every side?
The supposed irresistible Will to Globalism has found itself upended by the rough and unshaven masses.
Even if one is a skeptic or unbeliever, one is still the beneficiary of the common grace that has uplifted and informed the very society that seeks to disown its venerable heritage.
It is at the crossroads of death that not only our theoretical, but our existential religious convictions are put to the test.
"You will become what you hate": Hillary learned well from the secretive and paranoid example of Richard Nixon.