by Dale | Feb 22, 2024 | Articles, Coronavirus, Law, Liberty, Philosophy, politics, Science
Coronavirus Lockdown, Day 13.We are the hollow menWe are the stuffed menLeaning togetherHeadpiece filled with straw. Alas!Our dried voices, whenWe whisper togetherAre quiet and meaninglessAs wind in dry grassOr rats’ feet over broken glassIn our dry cellarIt’s...
by Dale | Dec 17, 2022 | Articles, Coastie Suit, DoD AVIP, DoD Vaccine Mandate, Law, MAFL Suit, Philosophy, politics, Religion, torture, Tragedy, trial law, Veteran
I know many of you are looking for answers, especially from your lawyer, in the wake of the passage of the NDAA and the (alleged) repeal of The Mandate. What does it mean, D? I could give you a Pharisee’s answer, filled with jot and tittle of “the...
by Dale | Jan 5, 2021 | Articles, Culture, ethics, History, Law, Liberty, Philosophy, politics, Public Education
The liberties of our Country, the freedom of our civil constitution are worth defending at all hazards: And it is our duty to defend them against all attacks. We have receiv’d them as a fair Inheritance from our worthy Ancestors: They purchas’d them for us with toil...
by Dale | Dec 31, 2020 | Articles, Education, History, Law, Liberty, Philosophy, politics, populism, rhetoric
I intentionally used the word “Statism” in place of “Socialism” in the title to this piece because no matter what anybody ever says “socialism” is, it isn’t that; that being whichever most-recently-failed flavor of Marxism has descended into an authoritarian dystopia...
by Dale | Mar 30, 2020 | Articles, politics, populism, Psychology, Science
Coronavirus Lockdown, Day 13. We are the hollow men We are the stuffed men Leaning together Headpiece filled with straw. Alas! Our dried voices, when We whisper together Are quiet and meaningless As wind in dry grass Or rats’ feet over broken glass In our dry...
by Dale | Jan 20, 2020 | Articles, DoD AVIP, Law, Marines, politics, Veteran
I didn’t even knock on Justin’s door, I busted in like Kreamer on a Seinfeld episode. Justin had a client sitting in front of his desk. “Sir–” Justin began as a young lance corporal turned around to see who had just come in. “Oh, shit. Sorry. When you’re done, could...