Thomas Wictor

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New feature on blog

I’ve added a new feature to the blog. First open another tab or window and go to the blog page. In the upper right, you can now choose if you want white text on a dark background or black text on a light background. Click on a blog post. If you want the light background,…

 

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An anti-American American school

From January of 1975 to June of 1978, I attended the American School of the Hague (ASH) in the Netherlands. Calling it an American school was a misnomer, since only about a quarter of the students came from the United States. Despite its name, it was very anti-American. The US was the source of all…

 

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You can ask me questions if you want

Last night I posted about a formative experience, witnessing a murder when I was three. There were several reasons why I posted about this. If you have questions that don’t require me to reveal factual details, send them to me, and I’ll answer them in a future post. The two main reasons I posted were…

 

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A secret revealed

People ask me why I’m so unforgiving of criminals and terrorists. I understand the distaste they feel at my uncompromising approach to fighting evil. Yes, criminals and terrorists are evil. They do what they do because they enjoy it. That’s all there is to it. The vast majority of you will never experience what I…

 

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A bayonet in the guts—for twelve hours

I have gastritis, an inflammation of the stomach lining. It causes the worst physical pain I’ve ever felt. The closest analogy is a bayonet in the guts. With me, it lasts eight to twelve hours. I woke up this morning at four, in the early stages of a gastritis attack. As I figured it would,…

 

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I pass AND Fail the Israel Test

An Israeli alerted me to George Gilder’s Israel Test. Although I pass the test as Gilder lays it out, I fail it miserably in other ways. First the test. You won’t regret the four minutes and thirty-seven seconds you invest in watching this video. I’ve never been envious of anybody for any reason, because as…

 

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Because I’ve experienced great evil

Almost every day I get a message asking me why I defend Israel and Jews. Most of the queries are sincere, while others are meant to be an accusation of sorts. Basically, people are accusing me of doing what I myself acknowledge I’m doing. Maybe they except me to snap out of a trance and…

 

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Emotions hurt, as they should

I offered to send Ghosts and Ballyhoo: Memoirs of a Failed L.A. Music Journalist to a reader. She replied that emotions hurt, which I take to mean that she’d rather not read the book. I understand. Here’s what a reviewer said about it. At every turn revealing, enlightening, and heartbreaking in the most jagged fashion…

 

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I’m some kind of a nut!

Someone told me today that another big political writer thinks I’m crazy because I wrote a post about photographing the ghost of my dead cat Syd the Second on my front porch. This all stems from a post I wrote about Pallywood, which some bigwig political writer picked up, and then some other political writer…

 

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Things I never did because I knew they’d kill me

Today I got a World War One postcard from Estonia. The envelope had a stamp on it that reminded me of the time I didn’t listen to the little voice in my head that warned me to not to be an idiot. I paid for not listening. The few times I ignored that voice, I’ve…

 

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