Eric Scheske

H.I.F: Frustrating Why do we believe anything from anyone in the upper echelons anymore? "First it was, with 'absolute certainly', North Korea. Then, out of the blue, an even more ridiculous theory emerged about the origin of the Sony hackers: Russia. Now, we finally get

H.I.F: Humorous Why I support my local newspaper: "Local TV newsrooms ostensibly cover hundreds of towns in their broadcast area and rarely dedicate even more than a few seconds ”“ if that – to local government or school news. Unless your school district is going on strike or your

Miscellaneous Rambling Whew, the Christmas frenzy is over. Every year it's the same thing: High energy and expectations going in, utter exhaustion coming out, but with expectations more or less met. I was so tired last night, I was concerned that I was coming down with something, but

A Random Passage Humorous anecdote about Albert Jay Nock: "He left the American in 1914 after claiming he wrote a deliberately bad article about Edison that was accepted and published." Brian Doherty, Radicals for Capitalism.

If you've never read Erik Ritter von Kuehnelt-Leddihn's Menace of the Herd or Procrustes at Large, consider giving it a shot. It's a work of a bygone era, written by a man who lived in our era (died in 1999). When I read

Today is the Feast of St. Stephen. The Catholic Church loves its paradoxes: The day of intense joy followed by a day of sobering reality. Joy and martyrdom, love and hatred of love, Everlasting Life and grisly death.

From Today I Learned "TIL $44 billion worth of gift cards have gone unredeemed since 2008."

Wow [http://i.imgur.com/xhk9Zvb.png].

“He is born poor, and he teaches us that happiness is not to be found in an abundance of earthly goods. He comes into the world without any ostentation, encouraging us to be humble and not to depend on the applause of men.” Francis Fernandez

The Christ-child lay on Mary's lap, His hair was like a light. (O weary, weary were the world, But here is all aright.) The Christ-child lay on Mary's breast, His hair was like a star. (O stern and cunning are the kings, But here