In honor of this manufactured holiday: Some badly manufactured Mormon Valentine’s thoughts.
From, of all things, a book I’m reading on the geology of the Taos region:
These springs were once owned by Arthur Manby, an English mining engineer who was at one time deemed the most hated man in Taos. In 1929 Manby’s decapitated body and head were found in separate rooms of his Taos home. The cause of death was declared to be from natural causes.
Perhaps it was really a suicide?
But perhaps I’m naive to assume that this means they won’t be taking any more Federal educational subsidies, either.
His Majesty has found a new way to eat his porridge: Flavored with shredded ham and Swiss cheese, with a fried egg on top.
There’s power in numbers and power corrupts. We tend to forget that when Lord Acton coined the phrase “power corrupts,” he was not referring to the corruption of the powerful, he was talking about the corruption of people — specifically historians — who write about the powerful. Just look at how many people make allowances for the Kennedys they’d never make for their neighbors or employees. By any objective standard of morality, JFK and Teddy were scummy dudes. But countless liberal writers give them pass because . . . Camelot! Or something.
The IQ of public officials of all persuasions always rises when they speak in private.
— Richard A. Epstein, The Classical Liberal Constitution
The laziness here nearly amounts to high art.
His Majesty was in rare good humor this morning.
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