I talked at length with my mother the other night, and in an unusual turn of conversation, we ended up chatting for nearly two hours about politics, the world, the war, the economy, and life for our loved ones long after we’re gone. Mom mused over world events and the possible outcomes of the war on Iraq. She hinted that she felt like she was living under some sort of Communist regime, where the State was all-powerful and its subjects were at the whim and decrees of their appointed masters. She worried that her grandson could grow up in an … Continue reading Welcome to Benitoland