People weren’t the only casualties of Haiti’s horrific earthquake last month. Also devastated was the constellation of virtues and blessings we call “the market.” The resulting poverty, which exceeds even Haiti’s usual desperation, testifies not only to the market’s goodness but to the agony awaiting all who prefer the State.
Whatever happened to the constitutional concept of equal protection under the law? Whatever happened to the recognition that it’s overwhelmingly the nation’s private sector that delivers the jobs, goods and services, and our overall well-being? Or as Calvin Coolidge succinctly put it, “After all, the chief business of the American people is business.”
“Even a man who is pure in heart and says his prayers by night, may become a wolf when the wolfbane blooms and the autumn moon is bright.” Set in Blackmoor, England, in 1891, The Wolfman embodies all of the elements of the old-fashioned horror film: gore, thrills, suspense, and surprise.
I’ve stayed home lately, and no doubt you’re leery of traveling too, given that the Transportation Security Administration (TSA) still limps along without a director. This “important homeland security post will continue to remain vacant for some time” because “Washington is playing politics with airport security” — i.e., Senator Jim DeMint (R-S.C.) opposed Barack Obama’s nominee to oversee the agency because said hack planned to forcibly unionize screeners. (Erroll Southers has since stepped aside thanks to unrelated questions about his character — or lack thereof.)