Ken Martin’s Blog

“I’m not going to get married when I grow up.” “Why not?” “Because then I’d have a whole bunch of kids and they’d drive me nuts.”

Of all tyrannies, a tyranny exercised for the good of its victim may be the most oppressive. It may be better to live under robber barons than under omnipotent moral busybodies. The robber baron’s cruelty may sometimes sleep, his cupidity may at some point be satiated, but those who torment us for our own good [...]

All great change in America begins at the dinner table.

Broadly speaking, the short words are the best, and the old words best of all.