Take Five: Sarah Sanders and the Little Red Hen
Rex Scott and Thomas Fleming take on both Sarah Huckabee Sanders and the manager of the Red Hen
Rex Scott and Thomas Fleming take on both Sarah Huckabee Sanders and the manager of the Red Hen
Even though the Trump Boom made him the richest man in the history of the galaxy, Jeff Bezos’ blog, a/k/a the Washington Post, screeched a record amount of Fake News Wednesday on what I’m calling the ObamaCage Crisis. The name comes from Trump inheriting the children in the ObamaCage crisis from Obama. Below I list the 23 stories on the crisis, or related to it, on WaPo’s Internet Front Page as of about 7:10 pm Pacific Time, June 20, 2018. I’ve provided the links to click for readers seeking extra amusement. The links are to the original stories, except for...
Some of my own childhood favorites from A Child’s Garden of Verses, plus a modernist poem possibly inspired by Stevenson.
Welcome to the first installment of this new feature, available to all registered subscribers. Thomas Fleming and Rex Scott give 300 seconds on a big news story.
“Only Cherries” Neo-Beatnik Rex Scott resuscitates the dead art of reading poetry to jazz accompaniment. Listen at your own risk
These poems of Henry Timrod, the finest poet of the War Between the States, are posted courtesy of Vince Cornell: Serenade Hide, happy damask, from the stars, What sleep enfolds behind your veil, But open to the fairy cars On which the dreams of midnight sail; And let the zephyrs rise and fall About her in the curtained gloom, And then return to tell me all The silken secrets of the room. Ah, dearest! may the elves that sway Thy fancies come from emerald plots, Where they have dozed and dreamed all day In hearts of blue forget-me-nots. And one...
Solzhenitsyn endorses the agrarian, patriarchal, and authoritarian institutions of Russia’s past as good examples. These institutions, he says, “preserved moral health […] incomparably higher than that expressed today in simian radio music, pop songs and insulting advertisements: could a listener from outer space imagine that our planet had already known and left behind it Bach, Rembrandt and Dante?”
I never liked Robert de Niro as an actor–it’s all just mugging for the camera. I’d rather watch Jerry Lewis. But you gotta admit he’s right on Trump. I mean there is nothing too low for this charlatan, including sucking up to the world’s meanest dictator. And for what? Getting a declaration that the funny little fat guy is going to denuclearize Korea. Who cares. Bring it on. Now, Obama, there was a real negotiator. He knew how to give billions of dollars of paybacks and benefits to Iran and Korea, and so far we haven’t had a war. If...
If one were to cut open, the way one saws through a tree trunk, the literary career of Tom Wolfe, in the circles revealed therein one could read the entire history – or, more to the point, the whole tragedy – of what happened to the press in America in the twentieth century. As the writer passed away last month, I want to say a couple of things about him which the gentle reader is unlikely to find in the numerous obituaries. In 1966, after a lengthy struggle, New York’s Herald Tribune – by then the only remaining highbrow competitor...
How blithe each morn was I tae see
My lass come o’er the hill.
She tripped the burn and ran tae me.
I met her wi good will.