R. R. Reno

The postmodern vision of peace: If nothing is worth fighting for, then nobody will fight. . . . . Continue Reading »

Karl Barth sometimes tempts me to imagine that I’m talking about God when I’m talking about theology in a loud voice. . . . . Continue Reading »

Strange times: We diet to narrow our waists, but we think our sexual desires fixed and unalterable. . . . . Continue Reading »

The cultural revolution of the Sixties was brewing in the Fifties. Bourgeois hypocrisy was no longer sincere. Discrete winks were on their way to head shaking nods. . . . . Continue Reading »

Let’s not kid ourselves. Vices leave lasting scars. Repentance cauterizes; it does not erase. . . . . Continue Reading »

Some people are so lucky that they are indifferent to the good fortune luck provides. . . . . Continue Reading »

Death may punctuate, but life’s the sentence. . . . . Continue Reading »

Stanley Fish wears fancy spurs, but he never rides outside the circus ring. . . . . Continue Reading »

A lesson of modernity: The brutalities of ignorance are not as extreme and destructive as the inhumanities of theory. . . . . Continue Reading »

I’ve been trying my hand at aphorisms.  It seems like a pencil twirling, stare out the window, August thing to do.  Here’s one. A rich irony: diversity is the slogan used by progressives to avoid talking to people they disagree with. . . . . Continue Reading »