Kotor Montenegro~

If ‘beauty is truth,

and truth beauty,’

both can be most perfectly seen,

in age,

and innocence.

Kotor Montenegro possesses both the beauty of age,

and the appeal of innocence.

It seems unspoiled by the modern world.

Staying here one feels removed from the stress and strife of our messy contemporary lives.

Cheers to you from beautiful Kotor Montenegro~

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If Only We Had President Hillary, Just Imagine

Beyond the Cusp

Think about it, just for a moment. Try and imagine how quiet the world would be. Imagine Facebook full of kitten and puppy videos and situational bloopers from some unfortunate’s life caught by cellphone, no calls for impeachment, no screaming day and night, a President who is being Presidential, professionally run signing ceremonies, a President working in the White House and no trips to Mar-A-Lago every weekend, the world at peace and everything nice and quiet with all wonderful reports in the media, well, except for those malcontents at Fox News. That is what we would have if only we had President Hillary Clinton who won the popular vote, did we mention she won the popular vote? Instead of the unprofessional circus being presented by team Trump we would have professionals appointed to the Cabinet and a real progressive and rationally tempered and modernistic viewing judge instead of this anachronistic…

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Nonie Darwish Demolishes False Equivalence Between Christianity and Islam

Several years ago I was expressing to a friend of mine what I assumed was the undeniable fact that the world has an Islam problem. Her kneejerk response, ingrained by years of Progressive indoctrination, was, “But don’t you think Christianity is just as bad?”

Tragically, this continues to be the instinct among the multiculturalist multitudes in the West: a reflexive defense of Islam and an equally swift condemnation of Christianity. As jihad in all its forms – violent, cultural, legal – advances in the West, willfully blind defenders of Islam keep insisting that it is one of the world’s great Abrahamic religions, that all religions have extremists, and that, if anything, the colonialism and intolerance of the Christian West is the bigger problem. Our cultural elites demonize and fear-monger about the Christian right in ways they would never dream of characterizing Muslims.

Meanwhile Islam’s presence multiplies across the West as Christianity’s diminishes. To cite just one example: Giulio Meotti at the Gatestone Institute reports that since 2001, London alone has lost 500 churches of all denominations, with 423 new mosques springing up to replace them. As we face the momentum of an Islamized West in the future, the question “Isn’t Christianity just as bad?” has become one of paramount, existential importance.

Nonie Darwish, a former Muslim and now Christian convert, demolishes that moral equivalence in her new book Wholly Different: Why I Chose Biblical Values Over Islamic Values. She has proven in the past with her books Now They Call Me Infidel, Cruel and Usual Punishment, and The Devil We Don’t Know that she is a fearless crusader for truth against the apologists of Islam and the enemies of Christianity, and this book is her most forceful testament yet.

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How to Cross a Field of Snow

One winter morning a few years ago, in order to fill a void in our vacation plans, four friends and I went for a drive across the Canadian tundra looking for wild bison. On the map, the Mackenzie Bison Sanctuary looked close to our hotel in Yellowknife, but distances are deceiving amid such vast expanses—in reality, the preserve was more than 150 miles away. We drove for most of the day. The frost-patched road was very long and very straight but oddly undulate; our Jeep rose and fell like a ship passing over gentle waves. Lulled into a hypnotic stupor, we drove south, and south, and south, promising ourselves that we would turn around at the next rise, but then, reaching it, driving a little farther, rising and falling, through an unremittingly monotonous landscape. On the snowy roadside ran two-lane bison trails, which I at first mistook for snowmobile tracks. The trails intermittently snarled up, marking places where the bison had apparently paused to stomp around in circles. Here and there lay piles of their scat. But the bison themselves eluded us.

New things are always ugly.Our view of the surrounding land was often blocked by stands of evergreens, which lined the roadside like ragged gray sentries. Glancing through breaks in the trees, we could occasionally glimpse glowing white expanses, hidden realms. Our map indicated these were frozen lakes. Somewhere near the edge of the preserve, we stopped at one such lake and got out of the car. The air, at around −20 degrees, felt like a frozen windowpane pressed against a warm cheek: stinging, windless, and clear. Trudging through the dry, glittery snow, sinking to our shins, we passed through the trees and stepped out onto the open lake. I had hoped to see a herd of bison there, dark and distant, but instead all we found was about two hundred yards of pristine, perfectly level snow, as smooth as a freshly tucked sheet. I felt a flicker of Wallace Stevens’ wintry emptiness, that sense of “nothing that is not there and the nothing that is.”

The polar explorers of the early twentieth century knew this feeling well. While leading his expedition party to the South Pole in 1911, Roald Amundsen wrote that “it is damnably unpleasant” to “stare at nothing.” The dogs also apparently hated the sight of it; Amundsen’s rival, Robert Falcon Scott, found that his dog team refused to push forward into the white void without a person in front of them to provide a visual reference point.

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