Why Weak Fools Can Dominate
Exploring the fool in Christ and the fool in Antichrist. Ivan the Terrible v. Nicholas of Pskov. Nietzsche v. Everyone
Eric Scheske
Four Reformers
I had a chance last month to booze it up at Sloppy Joe’s in Key West, but by the time I came across it, I’d already guzzled enough gin to fill a Prohibition-era bathtub, so I skipped it.
Bad on me. Sloppy Joe’s was Hemingway’s haunt
I Want My Son to Visit Vegas
Vegas is Sin City, where what happens stays, except the clap. But that shouldn’t spook a lad with a shred of Catholic spine.
AI's Little Victories Add Up to Huge Defeat
A malign pincer grips our weary souls as I peck out these words in the bleak dawn of early 2025. You feel it too. That dull ache in your ribcage ain't a cardiac event. It's the life force being throttled out of you by a twin-pronged
Why We Need to Meditate
So, you want to meditate? Here’s the raw deal, stripped down to the studs:
1. Plunk yourself in a chair—or on the floor if you’re one of those types—and shut your eyes.
2. Zero in on the air moving through your nose. Feel it, don’t
Freaking Out with the Left Hemisphere
Editor's note: It's my birthday. Please forward the Substack or this post to friends and family.
The seven cardinal sins have shaken and shimmied ever since Evagrius—or maybe Origen, who knows—first jotted them down in some dusty desert hole. By the time Gregory the
Thank Samuel Johnson for the Jane Austen Revival
Without his “Dictionary,” you probably wouldn't be able to make sense of “Sense and Sensibility”
Maybe We Should Thank the Buddhists for Mindfulness Meditation
Catholics keep flogging their tired old nag of a gripe about mindfulness meditation, even though heavyweights like Peter Kreeft and Kevin Majeres have given it their thumbs-up. Their big beef? “The Buddhists kicked it off!” Cue the pearl-clutching and incense-waving, as if that’s a knockout punch. It’s the
Gen-Z Needs Community Gardens
It’s dang near Chinese coolie labor time again, that grand American spectacle where hordes of lunatics, armed with shovels, hoes, and a rabid gleam in their eyes, descend upon their garden patches like it’s a sacred calling. Think of it as the nation’s biggest hobby—a manic,
A Meditation on Gnosticism Over at Substack This Morning
The guy who demands that everyone be rational becomes the most irrational of all.
That’s an old Taoist zinger. It rang true when Lao-Tzu swayed atop his water buffalo to the misty hills of eternity; it’s true today as we clatter along in our mechanical Jacobins, guillotinely crisp