Election Day 2012, in the prescient words of Rudyard Kipling

By: civil truth (Diary)  |  November 6th at 05:36 AM  | 

Rudyard Kipling wrote this poem some 95 years ago, reflecting on World War I, which had claimed the life of his only son – and the illusions that this war had swept away. The stanzas describe the age-old seduction of Progressivism in its various guises from the dawn of time, how people and nations whore after the “Gods of the Market Place” and cast off | Read More »