Tag Archives: American

Empty, Spent, Blank, While the Pundits Catch Up

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The Big No-No:  An Outsider on American Fascism, where it resides under the title:

“Trump is the Republican Candidate: It’s a Bit Late to Face American Fascism”

Slaveholders, Militant Immediatists and Everyone in Between

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The Big No-No:  An Outsider on American Fascism,

where it resides under the title:

“Slaveholders, Militant Immediatists and Others on the Abolition Spectrum”

Freedom: Some Qualifications

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The Big No-No:  An Outsider on American Fascism,

where it resides under the title:

“Free People of Color: Before Abolition It Was a Freedom with Qualifications”

What is Basic History Education?

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The Big No-No: An Outsider on American Fascism,

where it resides under the title:

“What Is Good History Education: Civil War Battles or Why They Were Fought?”

The Real America or the Real Issues

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The Big No-No:  An Outsider on American Fascism,

where it resides under the title:

“Hey, Real Americans Out There In Real America, What About the Real Issues?”

Martin Chuzzlewit in the U-nited States

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(Image: charlesdickenspage.com}

Since I’ve been blogging about Victor Hugo’s stories, let me jump over to England and Charles Dickens.

This winter break I had the bad luck to get the flu. For days I could barely get out of bed. But every cloud has a silver lining, and this cloud’s lining was that I got to read Martin Chuzzlewit in a few days. Continue reading

The Horror, the Horror! Really, I’m Serious

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Ah! Only seven days and one to go to Halloween, my ravenous readers, so I feel compelled to warn you. I move as though invisible through the streets and alleys and I observe the good citizens of my subdivision decorating their trees and lawns with whimsically carved calabashes and synthetic spiderwebs, comfortably convinced that ghouls are merely a myth, a myth upheld for no other reason that to have a costume party. Continue reading