The Firehouse
Essay by Don Quixote da Mancha | I still remember my first night living in a firehouse, a practice typical of parts of the poor suburban Mid-Atlantic, where the fire crews still rely on volunteers
read moreEssay by Don Quixote da Mancha | I still remember my first night living in a firehouse, a practice typical of parts of the poor suburban Mid-Atlantic, where the fire crews still rely on volunteers
read moreEssay by Roman Godfrey, esq. | If it isn’t clear to you now, the law is not coming to save Donald Trump, let alone “the West,” whatever that means to you
read moreEssay by Nick Russo | Being online has become a synonym for lifelessness itself, but aimless scrolling is a symptom of lifelessness, not its root cause
read moreEssay by T.J. Harker | Any serious understanding of the decay of the West must account for feminism’s role in that decay
read moreEssay by Semmelweis | Someday, perhaps sooner that we think, the primal energies of youth, sex and violence will overflow and explode again from the bowels of the earth like a volcanic eruption
read moreFiction by Oren | I, Chris Dawson, live alone, ensnared by malevolent forces, harassed by petty authorities, my tenuous asylum maimed by the wounds of prejudice and perjury
read moreEssay by Barrel Shooter | Fraser’s most recognizable works are the Flashman Papers, a series of books about Harry Paget Flashman—a cad, rake, and self-confessed coward of the great Victorian age
read moreEssay by Georgia | Doctrines like communism and feminism don’t make sense because they attempt to enforce equality between the unequal
read moreFilm review by Prescott Gilbert | The white middle class in America is scared to use violence as a means to an end. They have repeatedly been told it’s bad by the groups who use it regularly themselves and never fail to defend those on their side who do
read moreFiction by Stuart Ross | “Look at this light,” we say, as we walk the walled-in Vatican, and history agrees the pooling of light at the Vatican is rich, magnificent, just superb. We walk for hours among the priceless masterpieces, until we’re finally in the Sistine Chapel.
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