Conservatives, of course, are aware of the urgent need to reduce the bureaucratic machine to a minimum. But in the quest to devolve governance to the local level, we must not forget the existential dignity of the penniless castaways generated by the oligarchic system.

Consider what Europe will look like if Russia wins, or loses, the war in Ukraine. Obtaining reliable information, in this case, is nearly impossible. To navigate these uncertain times, the best guidance may be found in the old-school academic discipline of political economy.

The highlight of the Common Sense Society event was the presentation to Jordan Peterson of its inaugural Sir Roger Scruton Award.

By understanding our emotions as a more primary part of ourselves, we can begin to respond to them as meaningful, and also as something we need not be dominated by. At the same time, we have a chance at last to put an end to the stupidity that has been unleashed by ideologies that function on an emotional level but masquerade as rational.

Kyiv has been hardly affected by major destruction yet, but there are checkpoints on every corner, and air raid sirens vail every thirty minutes, reminding everyone that a war is going on, right here, right now. A report from the war zone.

Tolkien maintained a great Marian piety throughout his lifetime. Indeed, he said that his entire vision of beauty was grounded in the simplicity and magnificence of the Mother of God.

The problem with complacent ruling elites is that, to justify their dominance, they are forced to resuscitate old terrors and to make up new ones. They rely on phantom enemies against which they can pose as our protectors.

Fictional rebellions invite us to side with the underdog. The story conveniently ends with their victory, but leaves no ruined lives and no unhealable scars—nothing to contradict the idea of a newly found paradise.

The Arthurian legend, despite attempts to use it for other purposes, is a parable of a militant Catholicism that saved Western civilisation.

Unlike the majority of refugees, Transcarpathian Hungarians are at least familiar with Hungary thanks to family ties or working relationships. They do not come as strangers.

Howard, the writers who influenced him, and many of those that came after in the same heroic vein seem more outside the pale of literary respectability than they would have been a century ago. It is not just the artificial divide between Literature with a capital L and popular genre fiction, or the modern disdain for the writers of the past. The even greater divide is between unironically portraying heroism in the West and despising it and deconstructing it in order to bring about its demise.

To fully appreciate Perosi, we must try to look at the hope he sparked in people during his golden age.