Kant, Modernity, and Prudence

From First Thoughts

It is often correctly pointed out that Kant saw himself as carrying out a grand Socratic mission inherited from Rousseau. However, as Kant himself makes clear in his Logic , this had less to do with the recognition of the aporetic character of philosophy and more to do with the distinction . . . . Continue Reading »

The L Word

From First Thoughts

Every once in a while — or maybe often — it’s worth a reality check to see if theory matches up to practice. Of course those of us inclined to note that being precedes consciousness (or practice precedes reason) are inclined to pay attention to what’s going on in the real . . . . Continue Reading »

A Real Patriot!

From First Thoughts

Bill Kauffman is one of the best writers pounding the keyboard today. Consequently, when he publishes a book, I review it, because (1) the man can write history, (2) he’s the funniest political theorist around, and (3) I get a copy free (the "f" word!). . . . . Continue Reading »

On the eternally self-deconstructing dialectic between the extraordinary and the ordinary as a possible quasi-foundation for postmodern conservatism, illustrated by a deplorably low-brow and alarmingly superannuated cultural reference.

From First Thoughts

As I observed the musicians (including my adorable 14-year-old soprano) and their adoring parents at a recent school concert, my thoughts turned to one of my late father’s favorite movies, “The Music Man.” I was thinking of the concluding scene in which the inept, untutored . . . . Continue Reading »

In Re: Fresh Ideas

From First Thoughts

A possibility Helen doesn’t explore explicitly is that Obama’s broad but thin and vague popularity is in some significant measure the consequence of stale ideas on the right — or at least of the inability of the right to translate their ideas into practice. We should wonder more . . . . Continue Reading »

Theia Mania is for Lovers

From First Thoughts

Don’t take offense at my use of the second person, but you know what it’s like to write something in a late night haze—the "liquor-induced" is silent—only to find the next morning that your big epiphany was gobbledygook. Back when I was hung up on whether or not I . . . . Continue Reading »