Leisure Unsought, Neural Networks, and Other Dramas, by Fred Reed
Today, FOE will explain economics, fraud, unemployment, and the end of the world. There will no longer be a need for economists, if there ever was. You will understand everything. FOE is that sort of...
View ArticlePuerta Arroyo, Horrible Ugly Meddlesome Reptilian Old Women, Nacas...
For seventeen years Violeta and I lived in town or in Guadalajara and had nothing to do with gated communities. We regarded these as custodial institutions for people who didn’t want to be in Mexico...
View ArticleA Mid-Course Diagnosis, by Fred Reed
As obsolete tanks rolled in Washington for the Fourth, and fighter planes howled in adrenal provocation, and the truculent classes reveled, besotted by in America’s eternal martial priapism, the alert...
View ArticleDemocrats for Trump, 2020, by Fred Reed
They’re going to do it, I tell you: The whole touchy-feely do-gooding ratpack of Microaggression worriers, reparations freaks, weird sexual curiosities, race hustlers, bat.-Antifa psychos, and...
View ArticleWho the Hell Is Mitch McConnell Anyway?, by Fred Reed
It is curious: Though I have for decades worked in journalism, mostly in Washington, I know almost nothing of Congress. I mean this literally. I do not know who Mitch McConnell is, his function, or his...
View ArticleU.S. Supreme Over Asia in Mathematics!, by Fred Reed
America again wins the annual International Math Olympiad! The contest pits the brightest high-school students of countries against each other in six-member teams. The American victories continue the...
View ArticleDispatches from the Race War, by Fred Reed
All cultures are equal. At least, as things are going, they soon will be. But couldn't they be equal somewhere else? Month after month after month, surprising as sunrise, predictable as the value of...
View ArticleUnused Militaries, by Fred Reed
For a couple of decades I covered the military for various publications, as for example the Washington Times and Harper's, and wrote a military column for Universal Press Syndicate. I was following the...
View ArticleImmigration and Teething Pains, by Fred Reed
I have often pointed out that the Dissident Right, fervently disliking Latinos, criticizes Hispanics for all sins real or imagined but never says what policies it favor toward the tens of millions...
View ArticleGreg, John, Razib, and Me, by Fred Reed
A good bit more now than a decade ago I was a member of Steve Sailer’s HBD (Human Biodiversity) mailing list. This dealt with (who would have thought it’) human biodiversity, meaning such things as...
View ArticleA Recruiting Poster, by Fred Reed
Some advice: Don't get shot in the face. I don't care what your friends tell you, it isn't a good idea. Further, avoid corneal transplants if you can. If you find a coupon for one, in a box of Cracker...
View ArticleLet’s Invade Mexico!, by Fred Reed
I suppose that by now everyone has heard of Trump’s offer to send the American military to “wage WAR on the drug cartels and wipe them off the face of the earth,” which he asserts can be done “quickly...
View ArticleIQ. Do UQ? A Sojourn Among the True Believers, by Fred Reed
Writing about intelligence is splendid fun if you like watching dogfights among towering vanities. (This assumes that vanities can tower, though I’m not sure how dogs come into it.) On one side you...
View ArticleA User’s Guide to the Supervision of Morning, by Fred Reed
Lake Chapala at sunrise. It never looks the same twice. Though it is late in the season and should be chill, we do not seem to be having winter this year. The golondrinas, swallows, seem confused and...
View ArticleOn Rogues and Rogue States, by Fred Reed
I have just finished reading William Shirer’s Berlin Diary. (This may not fascinate you, but I am coming to something.) I first encountered it in high school. It is of course Shirer's account as a...
View ArticleRandom Thoughts from the Heart of Darkness, by Fred Reed
Just got back to Guadalajara and environs after two weeks of Christmas in Washington. Good times were had, old friends seen, but it was not altogether a delight. Going back to America every nine months...
View ArticleNine-Eleven by the Numbers, by Fred Reed
In the mysteriously continuing hoorawhaw over whether the Twin Towers were brought down by an “inside job,”I have often ignited the fury of the extraordinarily sensitive Truthers, who believe in...
View ArticleSexbots, Robots, Neural Networks, Weird Oriental Games, and the Spores of...
oday we will have Profound Thought. Actually it’s the only kind we ever have in this corner of the internet. Thunderous insight. Volcanic perceptiveness. That sort of thing. Anyway, some slightly...
View ArticleChina and America: Scoping Out the Megacepts, by Fred Reed
Today, regarding China and America, we will have Thought Most Potent, adequate to lube a diesel, curdle milk, or seal a driveway. Whole departments of international studies will close their doors in...
View ArticleGilbert, Edmund Scientific, and the Post-War Flowering of American...
It was 1953 in the white newly prosperous suburbs of Arlington, Virginia, just outside the Yankee Capital. I was eight, having been born, like so many of my small compatriots, nine months and fifteen...
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