Matthew J. Franck
Robert P. George
William J. Haun
David T. Koyzis
Robert T. Miller
James R. Rogers
Russell E. Saltzman
A voice was heard in Cleveland, wailing and loud lamentation, Cleveland weeping for her children; she refused to be consoled, because he was no more.
It was a forgone conclusion. If he’d gone to New York, he would have owed several million $$ in taxes. Florida? None. He followed other sensible high-wealth people like Tiger Woods to a more sensible area.
As a Clevelander desperate to be assured that there is something more important than LBJ, I was disconcerted to see this pop up at the head of my “First Things” blog. Nunc Dimitis…
Only a 10 year old boy would be interested in this nonsense. This guy needs his own Superhero comic book.
It’s a big sad drama here in the Forest City, as you can imagine. I’m in the minority who wanted him to leave. Strongly wanted him to leave — and to take his Cowboy and Yankee hats with him. So I’m happy and relieved about the outcome. It’s been a bit of good news in what’s been a hectic week for me.
The ESPN reality show or whatever that was last night was professional-sports decadence taken to a new level. This is Roman Empirish, it really is. The Romans had some vague, idealized memory of Greek athletic games — the Olympic and others — as an august institution, but over the centuries it had become professionalized. By the time the Romans were doing games the whole thing had become bloated and disgusting. We’ve followed the same trajectory from the
nineteenth century to the twenty-first.