Daggers, broadswords, halberds, battle-axes, shields, helmets, scabbard parts and buckles, spearheads, manacles, necklaces, wine jars, war trumpets, wagon, chariot and harness fittings, armor and heraldic metalwork
entombed in wooden mortuary houses under earthen mounds with severed skulls of conquered enemies fashioned into goblets ready beside the skeleton of the lord seated in his vehicle of prestige
disassembled for passage to the next world the godlike male, all drinking fighting man surrounded by his concubines and servants and strangled children to keep him company across this threshold, and coins, millions of coins.
The Douthat Decade
For conservative Christian nerds it is a hammer blow. Imagine the grief and shock if Taylor Swift…
The Spiritual Appeal of Democratic Socialism
As a proud “Reagan Democrat,” I felt blessed to be in Berlin a few days after the…
AOC’s Illogical Case for Egg Freezing
This is Alexandria Ocasio-Cortez’s week. Amid the backlash over her cavalier dismissal of “Woke 1”—the era of…