“… 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

We possess a blindness that impedes our ability to see ourselves as God sees us. To break through this dilemma, we must faithfully seek out what lies just beyond our vista.

Let’s avoid being too Christmassy until the Eve itself. But then, let our joy break out for the twelve days, and keep them as well as we can—enjoying whatever observances proper to them we can attend, through the Epiphany.

All that is gold does not glitter,
not all those who wander are lost.

The most important distinction now runs between globalists and protectionists. The continuing reference to the old Left to Right coordinate system hinders us in our search for a middle ground between the local and the global.

The renewed obsession with the minutiae of Tolkien’s work gives me an excuse to revisit my favorite bit of Tolkien trivia: that the Polish king’s great victory was the inspiration for Tolkien’s Battle of the Pelennor Fields.

Against the transhumanist prophecy of plastic genderlessness, let us recover our own ideal for a future populated by the same righteous exemplars as the best of our past.

From O’Brien’s perspective, Christian civilization and the Church are failing in critical ways, inducing a sense of collective kenosis, and the temptation to social despair. The raw pain of collective suffering puts supernatural hope to the test.

Left-wing memory tinkerers hate the Sacré Coeur because they believe it was built over the corpses of the revolutionaries killed during the Commune. The Sacré Cœur became for them the symbol of oppression.

The Golden Bull was fundamental to Hungary’s constitutional system and a guarantee of the nation’s sovereignty. On its 800th anniversary, we should commemorate the patriotic statesman, Cletus, bishop of Eger, who gave Hungarians such a noble gift.

In May 2018, Ireland’s pro-life movement suffered a devastating defeat, but they are rallying, dedicated to the legacy of defiance that is so uniquely Irish. Their story deserves to be told, and I hope I have done it justice.

For today’s conservatives enduring the assaults of the constant neo-Jacobin revolution of today, the adventures of Manfred Arcane are seductively reactionary.