The comments here have been top caliber from day-one, when I started the blog in a fit of ire over an eaten comment at Chateau Heartiste in 2015. Graciously, CH linked to here on that same day, sending massive traffic my way. I will always be grateful to him for that and much more.
I read all of the comments here closely, no skimming. All 30,049 as of press time. Two recent short ones that blindsided me in a good way:
“Generally when internet characters get into a dispute that crosses a line, but otherwise seem to agree on the principles, it is to neither’s credit, and almost always reflects their [real-life] personal problems, which are typically frustration.” – Suburban_elk
“Don’t ever forget, they are all against us. Our only ally is the creator.” — Amon Ra
The eight of the last 100 to revisit:
The Execution Of Franz Kutschera. The conclusion/coda of this article ties everything together, bringing it home to the concerns of the present day.
It’s great history, a great story. I did a ton of research for that post. Western Rifle Shooters Association distilled the four elements of the described whacking of enemy leadership: intel, adjudication, cached weapons and ammo, courage.
The next time I visit Warsaw, which is probably next summer, I’ll visit the site of the action. It’s not much different now than it was in 1944: the street looks mostly the same, as does the adjacent park. The SS Headquarters in front of which this happened is still there, though now the building houses the Hungarian embassy.
The sidewalk along the action route has plaques marking the spots on which two of the three signals-girls were posted ahead of the assassination. Both of them, “Kama” and “Dewajtis,” lived long lives, both passing in 2016.
I will then go to Powązki Cemetery where team leader Bronisław Pietraszewicz (pseudonym “Lot”) is resting. He died at age 21, several days after the action, of complications from the abdominal wound he took in the firefight. The more I read about him, the more of an ideal he is to me. From Lot’s father’s c. 1950 reminiscences on his son’s heroism under foreign occupation:
We couldn’t believe our eyes: yesterday’s children were suddenly so grown up. There was so much care and seriousness on their faces. They were now doing the thinking for us, their passive elders. And they acted in our stead.
Idle Thoughts: Songs About The City At Night. Here I shared the thoughts I had, in my early teens through my early twenties, on the subject of manhood.
Ghey Tales 2: Sapphic Slip. On telepathy. Also, my unlikely connection with a butch lesbian whose femme partner wanted me dead.
Remember The Greaseman? When they start making good comedians again, those comedians will be a bit like The Greaseman. Thanks for the laughs, Doug Tracht.
First-Person Account of The ’44 Uprising. My translation of 106-year-old Armia Krajowa (Home Army) veteran’s recollection of the Occupation years. It feels like you’re there.
Idle Thoughts On Pop Songs And The Seasons. Pop music as catalyst for a contemplative state of mind. Here, it’s about the cycle of American civilization.
Derb’s “Unpleasant Truths” 16 Years Later. I traveled back in time to 2002 and recorded this conversation with a local man.
Man’s and Woman’s Best Years. When it’s said that late forties are a man’s best years, they’re talking about the optimal intersection of vigor and wisdom. Slide that point back to thirty or forward to sixty as you wish.
Women have their best years too, but not this broken elf:
Bonus: Yes, elves are real and they launch the best comment threads.