It’s curious, and perhaps not coincidental, that those who search out and seek to punish so-called hate speech haven't yet turned their attention to expressions of class hatred.

"Sometimes, doctor," a patient of mine once said to me, "I feel like the little boy with his finger in the dyke, crying wolf."

They start with important truths — slavery was wicked — and get carried away into monomania.

Today's bureaucrats speak and think in a language of social-managerial gibberish.

It seems that an apology is demanded whenever some horrendous wrong is discovered to have been committed in the distant past by Catholic priests and religious, on the one hand, and/or agents of the State, on the other hand.

There is a gesture that I have detested ever since an Albanian policeman made it in my direction about thirty years ago.

The de facto atheists who tend to dominate American culture today imagine that the disappearance of Christianity will be a nearly unmixed blessing.

What is honor?

It will soon be thirty years since the implosion of the Soviet Union.