We live in a prickly age that wears its indignations on its shirt sleeves so that the world will behold our sensitivities and marvel. One that has the world walking on egg shells -- lest some raw nerve be aggrieved by the mention of an “inconvenient truth.” You know the drill: men and women using their feigned strategically directed outrage as tin snips to emasculate the written and spoken world.  Forever growing bolder in their accusations and indictments, they issue their not so veiled advisories that if an individual should somehow see “red,” he should prudently called it “blue” for the safekeeping of civil order -- for our “children’s precious sake.” The seed of Orwell’s Dark Perpetual City is first planted in the dull and unquestioning mind and sprouts one hundredfold when it is tended in a moral vacuum. Such men who value their skins to the exclusion of their souls, barter what yet remains of their rectitude...(Read Full Post)