We can’t unsee what has been revealed.

When a culture loses the capacity for faith at all, be it religious or secular, and falls into a pit of relativism, it produces scientists all too willing to yield to the shrill demands of noisy, impassioned political activists.

On a single silent night when all was still and all was bright, Christian Germans and Christian Brits sang together and then climbed out of their trenches to greet each other—and celebrate the birth of Christ.

If anyone wishes to conquer the giants of their own vices, they must, like Don Quixote, take up the lance, the shield, draw down the visor, and mount Rocinante.

This new book by a senior lecturer at the University of St. Andrews is a bracing, short but expansive, study of poetic expressions of the fall of two fabled civilizations.

We must rediscover the principles that—in as many forms as there are Western nations—founded each of our countries and the West as a whole.

The environmentalist’s claim that man is nature’s enemy undermines any reason to steward it in the first place. To care for something, one must love it; one must feel that it belongs to them and them to it.

It is as if, in the boomer-con’s mind, liberalism is a ‘nice principle’ that ought to temper the ‘nasty but necessary principle’ of conservatism. Young-cons, however, don’t identify liberalism with niceness at all.

“… you never can think what a good place Heaven is, without knowing who He was and what He did.” —Charles Dickens, from The Life of Our Lord