They once called him “the only man who could talk a conspiracy theorist back down the ladder.”
He doesn’t rage against the machine — he oils it, quietly, and leaves a note that says “Check your bearings.”
When he says “keep calm,” people actually do.
He is the man who can admit he’s wrong without losing altitude.
He can read Spengler without despairing, and Chesterton without gloating.
He’s been spotted in both a church and a bar — and knew which to genuflect in.
He has been accused of being “too reasonable,”
which, in our age, is the last remaining form of rebellion.
He prefers handshakes to hashtags.
He keeps his receipts — moral and otherwise.
He once ended an argument by complimenting the other person’s mother’s soup.
He is the man who knows when not to post.
He is the man who knows when to stay home.
He is, in short—
Peter R. Mossback — The Most Sane Man in the World.
“I don’t always take sides,” he says. “But when I do, it’s the side of continuity.”
Addendum
Peter R. Mossback is our athwart historian.
He studies history not to worship it, but to warn it.
He stands knee-deep in the current of time, one hand raised like a crossing guard at the flood of progress, saying simply: “Stop — think — this part was working.”
While the world applauds speed, he prizes balance.
While others chase “innovation,” he quietly adjusts the rearview mirror.
He is living proof that the center can hold — provided someone actually stands there.
Somewhere in the Pennsylvania Wilds, at a table set squarely in the stream, he nurses a drink and listens to the water go by.
He has no need to dam it, divert it, or monetize it.
He just ensures it doesn’t wash away what’s worth keeping.
COUNCIL-OF CONCERNED-CONSERVATIONISTS…..Between Jest And Earnest….. 