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The Better Angels of Our Nature blog - Conversations with Gabriel Michael

The Better Angels of Our Nature

The spies were at it again.     The overweight troll droned on while two Chinese women hung on his every word.  The two were conscientious enough to ensure that one of them was touching him at every moment.  They listened intently and encouraged him with giggles to continue his obnoxious behavior.  Sweat poured from his temples as...

Cain Abel & the Vote Blog

Cain, Abel, and the Vote

Why did Cain kill Abel?     Seriously… what was the real motivation?  Jealousy?  That seems like a spectacularly one-dimensional excuse frankly.  I think it was hate, pure unadulterated hate.  Ironically, it was not hate directed at Abel.  (That probably was, in fact, mere jealousy).  No… I think it was hate directed at God.     Cain killed to force God...

'Tis a Far, Far Better Thing

‘Tis a Far, Far Better Thing

I could hear him from across the bar.     He was overweight, obnoxious, and should have known better.  Curly hair, or what was left of his curly hair, hung precariously off the back of his head and covered the back of his grey blazer.  Under that fabric drape a Hawaiian shirt exploded in yellow color.  His partially...

A Post-Christmas Conversation with Gabriel - About the state

A Post-Christmas Conversation with Gabriel

The kid was working his magic hard.     For the last 20 minutes I had been watching him at the end of the bar talking to a woman sitting a seat away from him.  She seemed to be about a decade older than him and was wearing a particularly expensive wedding ring.  She nursed her Pinot Noir...

The Struggle

The Struggle

I walked down the long, marbled hall dimly lit by the overhead chandeliers.  Every six feet or so an ornate alcove was built into the walls, each holding a pedestaled marble bust of transcendent military leaders dating from antiquity.  Walking down this hallway was both inspirational and foreboding.     Some of these leaders, such as Genghis Khan,...

Á mes amis en France, merci!

Á mes amis en France, merci!

Á mes amis en France, merci!     On Sunday the 12th of October something seismic happened.     These things do happen from time to time, but you have to look for them.  Sometimes they are immediately apparent; sometimes, upon reflection, we can see that a particular event was an inflection point.     Back during President Trump’s first presidential campaign… (the one...

Introduction to Another... Michael

Introduction to Another

Dim sunlight cut through the wooden blinds and struck the bar like muted blades.  The cycling wicker fans overhead were a mild nuisance, as were the disturbed fake palm fronds that reached towards the 20-foot-high ceiling.  As I focused on the differences in lightness and darkness on the damp bar, I found myself becoming distracted...