Meet the Author

authorWelcome to Weird Republic! My name is Thomas Clough (rhymes with “rough”) and I am the author of the hundreds of essays that have appeared here over the past fourteen years.

I was born in White Plains, New York (1945) where I attended what were then excellent public schools. I have been, by turns, a son, a student, an infantryman (heavy weapons), a college grad (architecture), a portrait painter (realist), a commercial artist, a husband (40 years) and a father (son and daughter). When my daughter’s middle school could not meet her needs, I home schooled her. I’m a card-carrying member of American Mensa and smart enough to know that being clever is not the same thing as being wise. I do my best to keep my facts straight, but whether my conclusions have merit is left to you.

I am not a journalist in the strictest sense. I am a moralist; I am a public scold. This website is a whipping post for fools and scoundrels. I named it Weird Republic because everywhere I look someone is doing something to confound our Constitution and encroach on our liberty. For this reason, only an informed and vigilant people will keep their freedom. I do my best to unmask hucksters who hold the spotlight by spewing false history and fomenting needless resentments.

My first book, also titled Weird Republic, is twenty of my reflections on celebrity cop killers, racial racketeers, fact-challenged feminists, junk science hoaxers, jackbooted schoolmarms, homicidal jihadists, the torture-squad commander who invented Kwanzaa and much more. My second effort, The Little Book lays naked the hidden workings of the Gay Power Movement from its inception one summer evening in 1948 to the present. It explains the challenge that the gay counter-culture poses to our traditional marriage culture. It features the gay Ph.Ds who debunk the false premise that all gays are “born that way.” It makes obvious why gays are not a minority as defined by the Civil Rights Act of 1964. It includes the cogent arguments that the defenders of traditional marriage should have made to the Supreme Court.

For the most part, my essays are a common-sense defense of common sense. Some are cries for simple justice; many of them are alarm bells to awaken my sleeping countrymen. These essays will shock and anger and amuse you for the simple reason that our beautiful weird republic is bursting with fools who are eager to take us all on a roller coaster ride to ruin.

Think of me as a beat cop with a pencil handing out rough justice to the enemies of time-tested American virtue.