Category: Arrian

Arrias and His Muse: Winter Day

Author’s Note: My Muse showed up again this morning… chilly for mid November… The puppies had me up and out early, but “too cold” to hear any of the birds as my field guide so informed me… – Arrias A thick hoar frost, A cold, hard ground, A thin, bright crescent moon, Frozen grass crunches […]

Arrias: It’s Not A Democracy

Among those elites who would shape our view of things there is a meme that they like to intone, in an often condescending voice: democracy dies in darkness. It has even made it into several movies. The problem, of course, is that we don’t live in a democracy; we live in a republic. And the […]

Arrias and His Muse: Her Eyes

Sky Girl Editor’s Note: These eyes started looking at me on the Secretary’s hallway at the Department of Health and Human Services. She hung by the elevator bank on the 4th Floor as “Sky Girl,” and helped us focus on the SARS-1 epidemic twenty years ago. The one where Dr. Tony Fauci told us that […]

Arrias: Xi Capone

There’s a particularly brutal scene in the movie “The Untouchables” in which Al Capone (played to perfection by Robert De Niro), in front of all of his lieutenants, gives a short speech about “the team” and then beats one man to death with a baseball bat. If you haven’t seen it, go online and search […]

Arrias and His Muse: Winter Comes?

Author’s Note: My Muse hit me when I walked the puppies, after reading a few items from the news, the Belgorod, demonstration shots, etc… took a little while to germinate this morning… – Arrias Winter Comes? A crescent Moon in a cold blue sky, A golden glow in the east, The Sun is on the […]

Arrias: Nuclear Chicken

Jim Geraghty at National Review framed it correctly: if the US President believes we are on the precipice, that we face nuclear “Armageddon,” then that deserves an address to the American people, from the Oval Office, with all the seriousness that can possibly be mustered. Geraghty also raises the proper follow-on issue: Ukraine is not […]

Arrias and His Muse: Sitting With a Shipmate

Editor’s Note: Arrias was at The Farm to assist in Downsizing the Decades. His Muse is clear on this one. – Vic Author’s Note: My muse hit me on the head on the way home last Sunday, and I stopped and wrote down one line and then continued on home and lost the string… it […]

Arrias and His Muse:  Autumn

15 September 2022 Author’s Note: Watching the Hummingbirds – they must be leaving soon, then my Muse showed up… – Arrias Cool and crisp, crystalline clear, fall arrives, Ignoring calendars, hummingbirds’ last Probes for nectar ere their journey vast, But summer lingers, And still the roses thrive. Several trees start to drop their cloaks, Reds […]

Arrias and His Muse: Plutarch of the Piedmont

Author’s Note: My Muse accosted me this morning… Plutarch of the Piedmont Land once surveyed by Washington, Patrick Henry passed this way, Farm land rich and lush, Fought for by Blue and Gray. His ancestors had a hand in building it, Helped lay down the iron rail, In his youth he defended it, Now he […]

Arrias: Abuse of Power

The raid on Donald Trump’s house didn’t convince me of anything. Rather, it was a raid several years ago, a raid on the house of someone 99% of Americans have never heard of, that convinced me. The incident was more than 5 years ago. A fellow I know, I’ll call him “General Smith,” had been […]