Anthem For Trumpets As the unfair Mueller witch-hunt continues its snail’s pace toward a conclusion which will certainly be bad for President Donald J. Trump, his die-hard supporters are getting a mite despondent. It seems that honest, upstanding white supremacists can’t catch a break nowadays. Armed bands of rabid, violent Antifascists are breaking up their
The Book of Trump 1: Now it came to pass that the Armorikans grew weary of choosing their leaders, and desired a king to reign over them, who would tell them what to do in every happenstance, and on their behalf, take dominion over the Earth and all that was in it. These same Armorikans
HONOUR And for the support of this Declaration, with a firm reliance on the protection of divine Providence, we mutually pledge to each other our Lives, our Fortunes and our sacred Honour. -last line of the Declaration of Independence Falstaff: Hal, if thou see me down in the battle, and bestride me, so; ‘tis a
There were two bars in Hochdorf. Both of them were on the ground floors of a couple of square gray stone houses with slate roofs – there was nothing picturesque about Hochdorf – but one of them boasted the village’s only neon sign, which proclaimed simply BAR, in red letters that flickered a little. It
Luke 2:8-18 8. And there were in the same country shepherds abiding in the fields, keeping watch over their flocks by night. 9. And lo, the angel of the Lord came upon them, and the glory of the Lord shone round about them, and they were sore afraid. 10. And the angel said unto them,
The Annunciation She’s not much. That’s what the other wives in the village say behind her back whenever they see her going about her daily tasks. She’s younger than they are, and although she’s been married to the carpenter for almost two years, she hasn’t given him a child. They assume she’s barren, for the
THE OTHER SHEPHERD Avram was terrified when the light and the noise burst out of the night sky. He was eight years old, and his uncle Samael had taken him along for the first time to tend the sheep for a full night’s watch in the hills above Bethlehem. Avram had been helping to look
We left the museum and wandered into the Mercato Nuovo, so called because its current loggia only dates to the 16th century. It’s been a marketplace at least since the 11th century, when it served Florence’s fledgling trade in finished cloth. Nowadays, of course, it caters exclusively to tourists, since that’s the biggest game in
A Hobbling Tour of Florence and Rome, Part Four Il Museo dell’Opere del Duomo isn’t exactly a secret, but it has been reconfigured so many times, complete with address-changes, that it’s a bit elusive. So despite the fact that it contains glories, you don’t have to stand in a long line to get in. In
Turning and turning in the widening gyre The falcon cannot hear the falconer; Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold; Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world. The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere The ceremony of innocence is drowned; The best lack all conviction, while the worst Are full of passionate intensity. Surely some