A riot of peasants

A friend posted a Fox News report about an earthquake off the Russian coast that sparked tsunami warnings in Japan, Alaska, and the entire west coast of the U.S. of A. (and, I presume, Canada). I applied search engines and found no news coverage; a further inspection found that the Fox report was dated July 29, 2025. Once again, the words of the philosopher poet Tom Petty ring true: “Most things I worry about never happen anyway.”

Afterward she asked, perhaps rhetorically, why these sort of things appear in her Facebook news feed, and I replied with H.L. Mencken’s famous quote about practical politics and hobgoblins, adding, “Social media algorithms seem to have been designed with practical politics in mind.”

I wanted to quote Mencken accurately, and so I turned to In Defense of Women, the 1918 book where that wonderfully succinct sentence appeared, and I discovered that the context remains also tremendously relevant:

“Civilization, in fact, grows more and more maudlin and hysterical; especially under democracy it tends to degenerate into a mere combat of crazes; the whole aim of practical politics is to keep the populace alarmed (and hence clamorous to be led to safety) by an endless series of hobgoblins, most of them imaginary. Wars are no longer waged by the will of superior men, capable of judging dispassionately and intelligently the causes behind them and the effects flowing out of them. They are now begun by first throwing a mob into a panic; they are ended only when it has spent its ferine fury. Here the effect of civilization has been to reduce the noblest of the arts, once the repository of an exalted etiquette and the chosen avocation of the very best men of the race, to the level of a riot of peasants. All the wars of Christendom are now disgusting and degrading; the conduct of them has passed out of the hands of nobles and knights and into the hands of mob-orators, money-lenders, and atrocity-mongers.”

I’m not sure if I would ever describe war as “waged by the will of superior men” or “the repository of an exalted etiquette and the chosen avocation of the very best men of the race,” but I probably forget that Mencken was possessed of a supreme wit and sense of irony. 

The point is that Mencken, 108 years ago, described war and politics as accurately as one of our contemporaries might. Of what are our practical “republican” or “democratic” politicians capable beyond “throwing the mob into a panic”? Who are they other than “mob-orators, money-lenders, and atrocity-mongers”? And how could you better describe our political conversation than “an endless series of hobgoblins, most of them imaginary”?

When I peruse what passes for the news of the world today, I need to keep a couple of things in mind. First, no matter how insane it all appears, God is in control, and “for those who love God all things work together for good, for those who are called according to his purpose.” Second, Henry Louis Mencken was one of the canniest observers of the human condition ever to have lived.

A report midway between here and there

Here we are at the last day of June — the end of the sixth month in our 12-month calendar, or the end of the second quarter, if you wish — always not a bad time to assess how the year is going.

You probably don’t remember or didn’t see my post of Jan. 1, in which I wrote in part …

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“Man plans, God laughs.”

Still, if you were to ask what I hope to achieve in 2026, I would say:

• 365 more blog posts

• Two to six more books, including a novel or two, another collection of 96 flash-fiction stories, and at least a couple more collections from this space

• A recording or two of songs, including “Suite: Sarah and Her Children,” a collection of eight songs I wrote between 1984 and 1986 and then hid under a bushel basket

• Audiobook versions of my books

• Some of the home repairs and upgrades I intended to do in 2025

• 365 days in which I pursue the fruit of the Spirit as much as humanly possible, and to love God and love my neighbor.

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Progress report: 

• I have maintained my daily blogging streak. This is the 2,160th consecutive day that I have posted in this space.

• For the first time in quite a few years, I have gone a full year without publishing a new book. This does not mean at all, however, that “two to six more books” with my name on them will not appear by the end of 2026. Expect some more specific information along those lines in the not-too-distant future. In the meantime, please enjoy the lovely new cover to my Halloween fantasy, Dejah & Summer in the Time of Magic, which is so hot off the presses that it may not have appeared on the various sales pages yet.

• On the musical front, I hope you have been enjoying Crimson Sky on New Year’s Morn, which has been available at your favorite streaming and downloading services since May. I am still hoping to pull “Suite: Sarah and Her Children” out of the bushel basket and perhaps this year, although it’s possible another project or two may arrive first.

• Oh, look, Warren, you talked about launching your audiobook career this year. Well, there’s still a half-year ahead.

• I have made more progress on my home repairs and upgrades than on my audiobooks. We’ll leave it at that.

• I have indeed striven daily to pursue the fruit of the Spirit as much as humanly possible, and to love God and love my neighbor, with varying degrees of success depending on the day.

As we ease out of June and into the beginning of July, I hope and pray that you and yours are enjoying this fascinating year and moving forward with as much joy, love and peace as you can muster.

Three signs to point the way

And the sign on the wall still says, “Be silly sometimes.”

And the sign above it says, “Today only happens once — make it amazing.”

And there’s a third sign up ahead: “Simplify.”

Something motivated me to put those specific signs on my wall. And then I forgot they were there. 

Clearly I wanted to remind myself to take advantage of every day God has given me.

I wanted to tell myself to look at the goofy side and not take myself so seriously.

And I wanted to coax myself into not making everything more complicated than it has to be.

Not the worst mission statement I’ve ever crafted. And there they are, hanging on the wall, same as they have for years. I need to pay attention better.