Dear Reader (excluding those of you who predicted that the Biden family would be shipped to Gitmo), 

 Some of you may recall one of my favorite anecdotes about Albert Jay Nock.

When Nock was the editor of the first incarnation of The Freeman, a young writer came looking for work. He asked Nock if The Freeman had any inviolable “sacred cows.” “Yes,” Nock recalls in his memoirs, “we had three of them, as untouchable and sacred as the Ark of the Covenant.”

“‘The first one,’ I said, ‘is that you must have a point. Second, you must make it out. The third one is that you must make it out in eighteen-carat, impeccable, idiomatic English.’