Man Above, Beast Below

Democracy is the majority over Man. Oligarchy is the minority over Man. Theocracy is god over Man. Autocracy is Man over Man. One variant of Technocracy has been conceived as machine over Man. This, however, is wholly misguided, for machines are possessed of no agency. To assert the contrary is to flee all that is… Continue reading Man Above, Beast Below

‘Defamation Factory’ Now Available

Defamation Factory: The Sordid History of the ADL by Kaiter Enless (preface by Tomislav Sunic) from Reconquista Press is now available on Amazon. It is the only book which documents the colorful history of the Anti-Defamation League of B'nai B'rith, from its founding in 1913 amidst the furor surrounding the trial of Leo Frank, all… Continue reading ‘Defamation Factory’ Now Available

Philosophy Circular 8/18/18

W E E K L Y   P H I L O S O P H Y ARTICLES Historian and philosopher Richard Carrier has penned a fascinating article - Could Be A 38% Chance We Are The Only Civilization In The Known Universe - discussing a paper on the possibility of presently existing, otherworldly civilizations, that is EM-radiating… Continue reading Philosophy Circular 8/18/18

The Iron Garden: Part.12

Campaign Angela Vikander stood anxiously upon the balcony of her expansive highrise, overlooking the main thoroughfares of the city. She wanted a cigarette badly but had decided to quit, a move to improve her image; it had been Erlen's idea. Vikander cursed her campaign manager under her breath. Damn him. Why the hell do I… Continue reading The Iron Garden: Part.12

The Iron Garden: Part.11

The knock came late at night, sharp and sudden as the deluge that followed it. Skies loosed their astral tears upon the tumble-down motel as Afua stirred and wrapped her aged bones in a tattered shawl. “Who is it?” Kojo rasped from the bed adjacent her own. “I don't know.” “Well go and see, woman.”… Continue reading The Iron Garden: Part.11

The Iron Garden: Part.10

* Kojo sipped whiskey out of a mason jar and then stubbed out his cigarette in a small, tin peach can as the fan whirred about his head, fanning the air and a mechanical waspish whirring out into the cloister of the old, decaying motel. The inn straddled the intersection of The Tombs and the… Continue reading The Iron Garden: Part.10