BEWARE YOUR NORMAL
First of all, let me apologize to everyone, and most particularly the editorial team for my hiatus recently. I had several things going on and several articles in the works, and each time I felt like I was making headway, something would happen in the world to push me in another direction.
One of the pitfalls that, I believe, ordinary people have when trying to predict or understand the possibilities of how others will act in the future is them thinking that those other people will process and view the world as they do. It’s easy to do. When we try to imagine others, we tend to nuance that with our own outlooks and the circle of people we know as a benchmark, of sorts.
But most of us TTP readers are, probably, more or less, on a normal baseline with like-minded conservatives; and therein lies the problem.
War story time.
June 2002, the Vulture’s Mouth Glacier. In the deepest heart of the Gobi Desert of Mongolia, south of the Flaming Cliffs where Roy Chapman Andrews discovered dinosaur eggs in the 1920s, there is a naked spine of mountains called the Gurvan Saihan. In the Gurvan Saihan there is a deep gorge called Yol Alyn, the Vulture’s Mouth. And in the Vulture’s Mouth, there is a glacier.








The Pavlovian Left goes berserk at the mere prospect of each new Trump initiative.


James Comey, the 64-year-old former FBI director who was one of the most prominent players in the Russia Hoax, outed himself the other day: He’s a Taylor Swift fan, a Swiftie.