Everyone, it seems, has a magic bullet that’s going to end school shootings. It’s part of our culture. The left wants one simple law passed and the right another repealed. Everyone on Twitter is a policy expert, Facebook is filled with solutions that are foolproof and simple and yet somehow overlooked, at least to the experts posting them. I have bad news for you. No one is going to end school shootings because schools shootings are not the real problem. So be prepared for them to get worse and to not be limited to schools. When your culture falls...Read More
Author: El Borak
Part of a series of history books that belong in every American’s library. Recommendations welcome. My father is a George Custer fanatic. He’s been to Little Big Horn on numerous occasions, photographed seemingly every inch of it, and loves to re-create and speculate on the battle. Of the stack of nine books on Custer that I read for one of my graduate classes, eight of them belong to him. The ironic thing is that my father is not an historian and is a fan of the American West in only a limited sense; his fascination with Custer illustrates the...Read More
Part II can be found [here] Kern’s name indeed proved a password to the castle, much to Larvik’s surprise. Gate guards had recognized the little man, and they led Larvik and his burden to a rough stone anteroom, whence one of them hurried away. Minutes later, a new set of guards guided them to a chamber lined with suits of armor and ornate draperies. A red carpet ran from the entryway to a dais at the far end. Upon a jeweled chair sat the queen, who rose as they entered. Her large eyes shone with relief. Larvik was surprised...Read More
Part I can be found here. The rain had subsided by midnight, though ragged clouds still hid most of the stars. A moist wind whipped Larvik’s new cloak about his body as he leaned against the darkened rear of the Lonely Dragon. He kept to the shadows, watching the alley entrance where the little man must eventually appear. Scraping one of his new boots against the cobblestones in boredom, he scolded himself for reaching the rendezvous so early, then defended his action by noting that he really had nowhere else to be. Finally, Kern arrived, dressed completely in black....Read More
Larvik brushed away the flakes of skin that fell like black snow upon his table. He deflected the waitress again; the pockets of his faded cloak held nothing of any use to her. If the little man arrived, Larvik would be able to pay for the mug of ale he raised to his lips. Better make this one last, he thought. It’s still early. The sounds of the storm deepened briefly as Larvik’s host appeared in the weather-beaten doorway, shaking water from his cloak and stamping his tiny boots. At a glance he noticed Larvik, not that the beggar...Read More
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