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A reader with the Edwardian but yummy name of Ed Pie asks why so many of the utopian communities founded in antebellum America were called “Phalanxes.”
The term comes from an early socialist writer Charles Fourier.
He envisioned a world organized into thousand-man work cooperatives called Phalanxes housed in uniform dormitories called Phalansteres.
Apropos of our Thanksgiving column recounting the failure of the Mayflower pilgrims to enact the vain conceit of Plato to hold all property in common, we may eye this partial list of similar failures, and note not a single corresponding counterexample anywhere in all the annals of any tribe, tongue, people or nation.
Over fifty years ago, John Humphrey Noyes, the founder of The Oneida Community, wrote a History of American Socialisms from which I have excerpted freely the facts that follow. Says he, “Though they may be faulty in some details, we are confident that the general idea they give of the attempts and experiences of American Socialists, will not be far from the truth.”
He gives the experiments of the Owen epoch as follows:
Blue Spring Community; Indiana; no particulars, except that it lasted “but a short time. “
Co-operative Society; Pennsylvania; no particulars.
Coxsackie Community; New York; capital “small”; “very much in debt”; duration between one and two years.
Forrestville Community; Indiana; “over 60 members”; 325 acres of land; duration more than a year.
Franklin Community; New York; no particulars.
Haverstraw Community; New York; about 80 members; 120 acres; debt $ 12,000; duration five months.
Kendal Community; Ohio; 200 members; 200 acres; duration about two years.
New Harmony; Indiana; 900 members; 30,000 acres, worth $ 150,000; duration nearly three years.
Nashoba, Tennessee; 15 members; 2,000 acres; duration about three years.
Yellow Springs Community; Ohio; 75 to 100 families; duration three months.
The lovely and talented Mrs. Wright graces us with another essay of hers, a meditation of the side effects of slander in politics.
Emboldening the Wolves
Why repeatedly calling your political opponents names may be a really bad idea.
We’ve all heard of the Boy Who Cried Wolf and how one downside to constantly crying wolf—or nazi or racist or whatever—is that when the real thing comes, no one believes you.
But there’s another downside.
When you continually cry Wolf!…the wolves start listening, too.
They are emboldened. They think there are more of them out there and, thus, are more willing to come out and attack.
My comment: if you convince the world that all conservatives are Nazis, the real Nazis will think they are the majority, not a freakish minority badly outnumbered by UFO enthusiasts or flat-earthers.
I am passing along a rumor I saw on social media. I have no personal knowledge of whether this is true or false, but if it is true, then Aslan is on the move.
BREAKING
The supreme leader of Iran, Ayatollah Ali Khamenei, has reportedly fallen into a coma and DIED. Good riddance!
Voice of Sanity reviews the resume of Kamala Harris as any employer would do — for what is a voter aside from the employer of a public servant? — and marked what stands out as a red flag. see below.
CV for Kamala Harris – Sources linked & within below.
Rare is a ballet with an operatic interlude. You may be familiar with this melody from the Broadway showtune ‘Strangers in Paradise’.
Fly away on wings of wind To native lands, our native song, To there, where we sang you freely, Where we were so carefree with you. There, under sultry skies, With bliss the air is full, There, to the whisper of the sea, mountains doze in the clouds. There, the sun shines so brightly, Bathing native mountains in color. In the meadows, roses bloom luxuriously, And nightingales sing in the green forests; And sweet grape grows. There is more carefree for you, song … And so fly away there!
The words, even in translation, are poignant with melancholy, and conjure the magic of Asian steppes.
The second dance (at 3.41) takes a darker turn: Sing to the Glory of the Khan! SING! Praise the power of the Khan! GLORY! Glory to the Khan! Be Glorious our Khan! His glory matches the sun! KHAN! None match the glory of the Khan! NONE!
The woman’s choir chimes in: The Khan’s slaves, the Khan’s slave, praise the Khan
The Khan then sings to Prince Igor: Behold the beautiful slaves from distant coasts See what beautiful slaves from the Caspian seas? Say, to me, my friend, a single word I will bestow to you the one you wish
The male choir repeats:
Sing to the Glory of the Khan! SING! (&c)
Those of you raised on the fantasy paperbacks and planetary romances of my generation, Edgar Rice Burroughs, Leigh Brackett, Robert E Howard, and such, will recognize the oriental splendor and cruelty, but may not know all these things were once as mainstream, once as much a part of fine art, as the sorcery of Prospero, or the witches of Macbeth, the gods, nymphs and satyrs of Virgil and Homer.
If you wondered at the odd popularity of Slave Leia in cosplay, based on a single scene in STAR WARS, keep in mind how many Conan tales, pirate stories, oriental adventures, and, yes, operas like this, that scene followed. The wormlike crimelord Jabba the Hutt was not Al Capone. The Chicago gangster kept no harem of chained dancing girls. No; Jabba the Hutt was a barbaric Khan.
There was a time, before the Great War, before Darwin and Marx, when splendor and wonder were not relegated to the nursery, or published only in cheap pulp disdained as popular.
There are some in this day attempting a renaissance of the high aesthetic preserve from the ancient and medieval world by the pulps, trampled by the crass materialism of socialist and godless editors in our fathers’ day. Entertainment is weary of the Gnostic world-hatred called Woke, the bitter tales of bitter people.
One hears theories as to why Game of Thrones, at one time the most famous and celebrated series in our genre, will never be finished. Writer Devon Eriksen offers a theory that rings true.
Harris disparaged Trump’s visit to Arlington cemetery to honor the families of fallen servicemen. She and Biden had been invited but declined to come. Eight of the families of the slain have released public messages in return.
There is much one can learn, if one has eyes to see, about the basics of storytelling from this elegant, concise, perfect short cartoon. Read the remainder of this entry »
Odd to have two columns in a row which merely point to another man’s words, but the personal issues (and disorganization) has kept from from attending properly to my blog of late. Nonetheless, as a courtesy to my readers, I thought this column from Twitter work of genius, and well worth passing along.
From the pen of Devon Eriksen, author of THEFT OF FIRE.
A pleasant-voiced lady named Kara Dahl Russell of KARA TAROT, the unusual combination of both a Christian and a student of Tarot cards, asked to read my column on this topic to her audience, and I was quick to agree:
Today’s required reading. The words below are his, reprinted sneakily and without permission, but with great admiration. Original is here.
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Neither Kamala Harris nor Tim Walz has ever spent a single second of their adult lives working in the private sector. Not a second. Not one. Literally every single penny they have ever earned in their adult lives as ordinary income has been provided by sucking at the teat of the value-creating taxpayer. What is worse is that this means they know LITERALLY NOTHING about business or private enterprise.
Now you may be saying, “Oh c’mon CP, they have run organizations, they have been AROUND business, that’s good enough, right?”
No it isn’t. I’ll tell you my own story to explain why.
The Narrative of lies being taught to young people by the Woke Left is so all-pervasive, that I could not imagine how it could be defeated. I was sitting there, fearing a generation or two would just be lost, when suddenly, I saw the whole matter in a different light.
The Catholic Church that is across the street from the Butler fairgrounds has an outdoor grotto to Our Lady of Fatima and the visionaries. The statue of Our Lady faces in the direction of the fairgrounds.