Humpty Trumpty sat on a wall.
Humpty Trumpty had a great fall.
Because the wall was a figment of his imagination.
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Among the films that formed my childhood, the Iron Giant is a black sheep. From its loving treatment of classic sci-fi horror to its somber handling of nuclear holocaust, the film is deeper than any of us realized as kids. Of course now, as adults, and especially as...
First, they came for the writers, but I could not read. Then, they came for the artists, but I could not see. When they came for the musicians, I was unwilling to hear. Eventually they came for me, but I could no longer think.
This post first appeared on Pat MacFarlane's email list, "What They're Not Tellin' You" Sign up for that here. The last few months I've been especially conscious of how time is passing us by. This being my original Liberty Weekly mailing list, some of you have been...
