Curriculum Vermeulae: The Work and Works of Adrian Vermeule

I don’t know if Cornelius Adrian Comstock Vermeule is a fed. But in an act of fraternal regard, I have to say: Adrian, if you aren’t getting paid by the federal government, you should be. Think about what a valuable asset you would be! You have proven yourself a blind lapdog for the Bush administration’s…

BAP, Classical Man, and the Christian Bugman

There is a great anecdote about Karl Marx, relayed to us by Engels, which claims that upon hearing of the abuses to which his work had been employed by his followers, the Old Master responded, “je ne suis pas Marxiste.” Looking about the Catholic world today, I wonder sometimes if St. Thomas of Aquino wouldn’t…

The Impossibility of Integralist Reform

One of the best and worst things about getting old is the fact that, in gazing upon a world you’ve seen so wrecked and ruined, your mind’s eye can still attach itself to a present object and recall the way it used to be. I can see in wrinkled and bloated classmates the blushing smiles…

Private Scruples, Public Squalor

For all its pomp and pageantry, for all its history and nobility, maybe the greatest feature of hereditary monarchy was completely unromantic. All the backstabbing, fratricide, and adultery which were and are part and parcel of all political strife were once quarantined to a small group of elites. Monarchy restrained the inherent squalor of politics…