Author: Philip Kitcher

[We suspect eminent philosopher and past poet-contributor Philip Kitcher of adding a touch of subtle sarcasm to his lyricism here. But maybe not?]   Our electoral prospects had driven us barmy. Now we march to our orders from Megan-Thee-Stallion. We are fired up to serve in the Democrat Army. We have thronged to the muster, brigade and battalion. Though the pundits proclaim that the fervor can’t last, And dismiss our delight as a brief honeymoon, It’s a permanent joy that the torch has been passed. Each detractor is merely a fearful poltroon. Look around! It’s as buoyant as Springtime...

  The job description of a President is to nurture students in loco parentis. Your leadership’s exposed as a non-starter when undergrads are dragged from Alma Mater. If would-be graduates wind up in jail, the only grade we can assign is:...

    As arranged for the Supremes a quintet of High Judicial Voices     O Donny boy, the fuzz, the fuzz are calling, from state to state, around the USA. Time’s running out, and your defenses falling. They are intent on putting you away. But we’ll be here when sun shines on the fairway, or when the hurricanes of August blow – we shall provide your legal exit stairway. O Donny boy, O Donny boy, we love you so.   If it transpires that juries have decided, and you are toast, as toast you well may be, we’ll...

               We are family: I know                I see eye to eye with Joe. We love baseball, motherhood, and apple pie.           We agree that it’s a pity                         that we still need his committee so that treachery’s exposed and traitors die.           I have built an iron cordon:                  Libs will never cross my Jordan. All their Commie plots are...

      ‘Saved by Grace’: Evangelicals Find a Way Forward with Herschel Walker.                                                       The New York Times       The chief appeal of Herschel Walker is not his talent as a talker, nor the announcement he’s been caught urging a girl-friend to abort: (on which reporters write with glee, lampooning his hypocrisy.)   Wise Calvin taught us: God’s elect aren’t always those we would expect. Abusive men who have affairs are, like all humans, Adam’s heirs. God is compelled to choose a sinner – so why not pick a proven...