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All Paid Subscribers / Andrei Navrozov / Wednesday's Child

3 Aug, 2016

Wednesday’s Child: Archival Gloom

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I was digging through some old correspondence files the other day when this letter jumped out at me, a photocopy of one I mailed from Venice some sixteen years ago, on April 2, 2000.  It is on headed paper, with my address at the time, “Palazzo Mocenigo, San Marco 3348, Venezia,” up on top. Occasionally one comes across relics from one’s past which, in the light of subsequent events, seem portentous. This letter is such a relic, and straightaway it occurred to me that I ought to publish it in its entirety, without, however, revealing the addressee.  For this, my...

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All Paid Subscribers / Feature / Seiler

28 Jul, 2016

Merkel Mania, Hillary Insania

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The unangelic Angela Merkel is the worst German chancellor after Hitler. Neither believed in borders. He erased borders by sending his panzers across them and absorbing the lebensraum into a Großgermanisches Reich. She erased borders by welcoming millions of “rapefugees” into her dissolving country. It’s not surprising she’s a “former” communist youth leader from Honecker’s East Germany. Unlike Vladimir Putin, who started out performing his “internationalist duty” as a KGB agent, but has become a Russian patriot, Merkel remains stuck in the borderless Marxist rhetoric of the 1969 DDR. According to the Daily Mail, “Angela Merkel’s open door policy to...

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All Paid Subscribers / Andrei Navrozov / Feature / Wednesday's Child

27 Jul, 2016

Wednesday’s Child: The Less You Know

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This is my forty-eighth post in this space–a panoply variegated enough for a whole Well-Tempered Clavier of distempered musings – and some of my readers may have noted that not once did I review or commend a book.  This is because the industry that produces books, which were once significant events, each with a claim to absolute uniqueness or at the very least to qualified originality, now functions like the writer of Melania Trump’s address to the Republican convention.  Plagiarism long ago ceased to be an intellectual crime, yet it remained a niche product, like tales of the supernatural or...

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Feature / On the House / Phillips Red

25 Jul, 2016

A Chump for Trump: A Court Party No More

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In early 2015, well before Donald Trump was a blip on the radar screen, a friend asked me to contribute an article to a Constitution Party newsletter.   I happily obliged. The article was entitled “Needed: a Real Country Party,” but, because of the nature of the venue, it was never made available for wide public viewing. I am currently working on an update of that article because I believe it helps explain why Donald Trump and Trumpism have succeeded beyond the wildest dreams (or nightmares) of the political and pundit class. Because of the momentous nature of the Trump...

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Fleming / On the House

23 Jul, 2016

The Failure of Democratic Capitalism

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This piece comes from 1982, two years before moving to Rockford as Managing Editor of the magazine I would soon serve as Editor.  It is a slightly revised version of a review of Michael Novak’s Spirit of Democratic Capitalism.  The editors were so alarmed by the implicit rejection of classical liberalism that they felt it necessary to run  the usual “Michael Novak is a genius..” counterpoint along side it. Capitalism must be dead at last. Its demise has been predicted so many times—by Marx and his disciples, by fascists, and even by true believers like the ex-Trotskyist James Burnham—that many of...

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Fleming / From Under The Rubble / On the House

23 Jul, 2016

Munich–A City of Two Tales

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This just in: A bizarre incident took place this week in Munich.  Out of the blue, a typical German teenager quit spending his money on drugs and night clubs and decided to spend his free time and surplus cash on helping elderly people in a retirement home.  No one knows what motivated this eccentric behavior.  The young man had no known connections with any political movement advocating charity or welfare.  Found in his bedroom were various non-denominational pamphlets on how to practice charity.  All that is know of him is that he was brought up in the Catholic Church and...

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Feature / Fleming / From Under The Rubble / On the House

22 Jul, 2016

One More Reason I’m Glad I’m Not a Conservative

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When several people asked me what I thought of the Republican Convention in Cleveland, I had to answer truthfully that I had paid very little attention to the quadrennial shenanigans. Much of my time, this past week, was devoted to driving my broken-legged wife to medical appointments, the most serious of which was the three hour operation that took place yesterday.  The doctors are proclaiming a tactical victory, but recovery time is now being measured in terms of months rather than weeks, which puts our October program in Greece on hold. When I did have time to turn on the...

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All Paid Subscribers / Andrei Navrozov / Feature / Wednesday's Child

21 Jul, 2016

Wednesday’s Child: Yes, Prime Minister

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Britain has a new prime minister by the name of Theresa May.  In and of itself this may not be reason enough for jubilation, but last week the new leader appointed a cabinet that was considerably stronger than what many, myself included, had been expecting.  No fewer than four leaders of the Leave EU movement in parliament received ministerial portfolios, most remarkably Boris Johnson, who became Foreign Secretary; David Davis was given a new post of Secretary of State for Exiting the European Union; and a similarly novel position created in the wake of the referendum, that of Secretary of...

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All Paid Subscribers / Andrei Navrozov / Feature / Wednesday's Child

13 Jul, 2016

Wednesday’s Child: Betting on Winners

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  In a writer’s life it sometimes happens that no sooner does he put a thought in words than chance sends him fresh evidence to substantiate it, a kind of souvenir acknowledgement in tacit confirmation of what he had been thinking.  So it happened last week.  No sooner had I posted my musings on football than chance spirited me away to a place called Enna, a mountain townlet in the middle of Sicily, where, of all places, an international piano competition, with my wife among the jurors, was to take place.  Free lodging, free grub, and free air at temperatures...