Author Archive: Sarah Hoyt

BARELY:  Supreme Court lifts California’s COVID ban on household religious gatherings.

An (allegedly) American Supreme Court, working under Constitutional authority barely defends religious freedom.

You know, if we attach electricity collecting devices to the graves of the founders, their gyrations should power the nation as long as the Junta is in power and the institutions corrupted.  It is up to us not to make it endlessly renewable energy of course.

STUPIDITY OR MALICE?  Biden Border Blunders Continue.

As in the first two Obama terms, it is important to remember that sufficiently advanced stupidity is indistinguishable from malice. And sufficiently advanced malice is indistinguishable from terminal stupidity.

NO. IT JUST SHOWS WHAT AN OCCUPYING JUNTA CAN DO TO A NATION:  Biden Shows Fragility of Our Constitutional Rights.

None of this is new. Occupying regimes in the service of an enemy always try to grind down a nation.  Our rights are as valid as they ever were. Our government isn’t. And the institutions that facilitated the takeover might be corrupted beyond redemption. But none of this is the Constitution’s fault. The problem is ignoring the Constitution. (And the fingerprints on that knife in our back go back to Woodrow Wilson and FDR at least.)

IN AMERICA? YES THEY ARE:  “No Amendment is Absolute”.

And Zhou Bai Den needs to go to China. Tomorrow. Permanently. He’s declared himself non-American.

UH UH, SURE IT IS:  US businesses ‘on fairly strong legal ground’ to mandate vaccine proof for customers: Law professor.

What happened to HIPPA?

Pretty sure there’s a word that describes a political system where government colludes with Big Business to enable Big Business to do things the government wants to do but legally can not, thereby acting as an agent of the government...  It’s right on the tip of my tongue. I swear it starts with N….

FROM CELIA HAYES:  My Dear Cousin: A Novel In Letters.

When Peggy Becker married Englishman Tommy Morehouse in San Antonio in the spring of 1938, her cousin and best friend Venetia “Vennie” Stoneman was her bridesmaid. After the wedding, Peg and Tommy traveled across the Pacific to Malaya, where Tommy managed his family’s rubber plantation. There they expected to raise a family and live a comfortable and rewarding life among the British expatriates in the tropics, while Vennie returned to Galveston to continue training as a nurse.
The start of the Second World War changed those comfortable, settled lives: Tommy Morehouse became a prisoner of war, Peg barely escaped the fall of Singapore with her small son, and Vennie Stoneman was a nurse in the US Army Nurse Corps, tending to battlefield casualties in North Africa, Italy, and France. In Australia, Peg waits out the war, wondering if her husband will survive brutal captivity by the Japanese, and Vennie risks her own life as an air evacuation nurse. Throughout all, the two women write to each other, of their lives, loves, of Vennie’s patients and comrades, and Peg’s children and the woes of running a wartime household among rationing and shortages of shoes for her children.