0

The Demerits of Presidentialism: A Reassessment of the Brazilian monarchy

Note: This article is a follow-up to a previous discussion on the merits of presidentialism. To save having to recycle entire portions of text, it should be read as a response to it, and retraction of the original position argued,  available at https://the-ivory-tower.com/presidentialism-merits-return-monarchy-solution-brazils-problems/   The first installment of this essay was informed admittedly by a…

2

In Defence of Monarchy

LP Hartley famously wrote in Cider with Rosie, with a palpable sense of longing and regret, that ‘the past is a foreign country, they do things differently there’. Hartley spoke of this ‘foreignness’ in terms which were personal rather than collective yet this same sentiment is certainly more widely applicable than initially intended, even to…

1

Pankaj Mishra’s Imaginary Fascist: A Review of a Review of Jordan Peterson

Disclaimer: The following remarks aren’t meant as an exhaustive commentary on the plenitude of issues broached by either the review or the book in question. These are but brief observations on the generally negative response Jordan Peterson has drawn from certain expected corners, of which Pankaj Mishra’s is but one, albeit highly illustrative, example. The…

0

Presidentialism and its Merits: Would the return of the Monarchy be a solution to Brazil’s problems?

Seldom does the opportunity present itself to a people to contemplate their system of government anew, with a sense of possibility in the horizon. Often, the constitution of the State is approached as a Leviathan, an immutable feature of the landscape one needs to navigate rather than improve, or even more radically, alter altogether. Yet…

0

Born in Bethlehem

Fair, fair maiden sleepless lay, Labouring on the frosted hay, Breathless cries resound the airs, In pain of all a mothers cares, Thus with naught of pomp or hymn, Comes the Christ to conquer sin, And made as man our maker lies, Beneath his own well-fashioned skies.   Silent, silent is the Babe, For whom…

0

The Golden Shores of Kernow

There’s a train a-rollin’ heavy on the tracks beside the shore, An old and steaming engine giving city folk the tour, It’s coming late from London, made out at half-past three, It chugs and shrugs all lazy, down towards the quay, Where sits a pretty maiden a-waitin’ there for me, Her dress is blue as…