Love Letters in the Hand
She believed the written word would serve as a friendly shovel, carving deeply, probingly into the excavation-worthy levels of our values systems, where most boys and girls never go.
Driving home from our first date, I was shaking my puzzled head so severely, I nearly blew a couple of signal lights.
Her creative idea was brilliant. It never would catch on with the masses, one proof-test of how meritorious it truly is.
Blown Away
I wish I had saved a couple of her letters. They would have been instructive. That our relationship did not culminate in marriage is irrelevant to the present discussion.
Processing our thoughts and practicing our critical thinking skills by writing down our beliefs and feelings, instead of speaking them, elevated our relationship to rewarding and unimagined levels.
Letters of Our Aunts
My wonderful experience with the girl in Fairfax is one reason today that I correspond in writing every Sunday morning about 6:30 with three of my elderly relatives.
Since there isn’t a computer within miles of any of them, we correspond the old-fashioned way, by ballpoint pen. (The girl in Fairfax, curiously enough, wrote all of her letters in pencil.)
Clout Through Clarity
Frederik Sisa, S.E. Harrison, George Laase and Robert Rosebrock live very different lives. And they subscribe to dissimilar belief systems.
They all think deeply. They share their thoughts with thefrontpageonline.com audience because they are excitingly clear thinkers, the most scarce of the precious commodities in our society.
After reading their essays, you want to whiz down a wide-open freeway, windows down, music turned up, at maximum speed.
Bathing Away the Barnacles
You feel as if you have just stepped out of a fabulously refreshing cerebral shower, cleansing your body of all anti-intellectual insects. (Anti intellectual insects? Reflect on that phrase for a moment, dear reader.) Think about the exhilaration, the languorous lucidity that courses through your brain when you drive away from the car wash, staring through your immaculate windshield.
Mud Triumphs Over Clarity
Surrounded as even the simplest man is today by the most magnificent array of communication machinery ever assembled, lucid, meaningful communication remains one of our most undeveloped traits of Americans.
My preferred demarcation line is the one that divides critical thinkers from the rest of America.
Isolating an Exception
There are extraordinary exceptions to my contention that the majority of clear thinkers willing to critically process their convictions are politically conservative. Start with Mr. Sisa, my philosophical opposite in many important areas. He packs such bell-clarity into his exhaustively reasoned essays that I need to stand and pace while reading them. That is the effect a thinker should have on his audience, the maximum compliment.
The portal to this unplanned reminiscence was flung open this morning at the breakfast hour.
Sunny Side? There Ain’t None
In celebration of the scrambled eggs idly reclining on a corner of my plate, the Los Angeles Times furnished me with a predictable morally scrambled editorial.
Choosing practically indecipherable reasoning over lucidity, the Times endorsed the Bank of America’s provision of credit cards to illegal immigrants, which the Wall Street Journal revealed yesterday.
Or Moving in with an Ex-Wife
Reading the Times day to day is like being the first car behind a drunk or drugged-out driver. He believes weaving is the most direct route home. Rather than improving society, a leftist is primarily motivated vby the desire to make himself feel good. One reliable custom of contemporary leftists is to adopt the lexicon and the locution of whichever amen chorus they are being intimidated by. The phrase “nativist TV commentators” turns up, and this telegraphs a message to today’s amen chorus — “We are on your side, pal, for however long you threaten us.”
As liberals, Times’ editorial writers value heart above mind.
Hardworking Image-Makers
Ever since the latest flareup over illegal Mexican and Muslim immigrants started a couple of years ago, the Times has repeatedly stated there is no legitimate distinction to be made between legal and illegal immigrants. What truly is indistinguishable is the writing of the Times’ editorialists and the newspaper’s reporters. They adhere to the identical paradigm, blotting out the traditional separation border.
Please note that a serious critical thinker could construct a sound case for supporting the provision of credit cards for the despicable sneak thieves.
One Word or Two?
Rare is the Times’ news story or editorial about illegals that fails to wave the phrase (or is it a single word) “hardworking immigrants” under the noses of its susceptible readers. Track the files. You may be amazed. As veteran justifiers, the Times pulls this off quite smoothly.
Instinctively, leftist thinkers value their bottom-line feelings, their abundant, child-like sympathy, over the process, which could bring them to a different result.
Tortured Reasoning
In its Bank of America editorial, the Times treads the simplistic path of a child to reach the following strange conclusion:
Unless He Has a Sense of Humor
Even a liberal professor would have to cough and demur over that one, wouldn’t he? The clause about “tomorrow’s entrepreneurs” was obviously inserted to enhance the guilt of one who disagrees. And so, the Times is saying it is the fault of the Washington government that these largely despicable lawbreaking people, often uneducated, are draining your pocketbook and mine. Hand me an aspirin, please.
