Opa Hoplites!

More Victor Davis Hanson on the train, under a frosty pumpkin-colored sky. Hanson has marked some milestones for me in the past couple of years. An essay he wrote was one of the last straws between me and a friend who no longer speaks to me. I passed it along in hopes of showing him where I stood on a bunch of issues. It did, apparently too clearly for comfort.

There's a longer post in this, but I can't finesse it right now. More later.

@ 8:06:00 AM,

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