Category: Feature

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BREAKING  NEWS: FLEMING FOUNDATION RETURNS TO ITALY

  10: AM CDT In the palatial headquarters of The Fleming Foundation, Founder and President Thomas Fleming, surrounded by popping flashbulbs and rolling movie cameras, made an official announcement that brought joy to the literally dozens of friends and readers who follow the work of the Foundation. (They actually number in the hundreds, but dozens sounds more poetic.) I am happy to report that we have struck an agreement with the beautiful Grand Hotel del Gianicolo to arrange TFF’s first convivial meeting in Italy: A one week meeting in Rome to explore “the grandeur that was Rome,” specifically, the height...

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 Democratic Discourse

I am not one of those who spends time reading or writing “tweets.”  Life is too short and I am already the victim of too many forms of communication.  However, a friend sent me a “tweet” that arrested my attention as illustrative of the sad state of our “democracy.” The tweeter, upset by President Trump’s apparent  (and ill-advised)  use  of the word “covfefe,” tells the world: “Trump now claims his ‘covfefe’ tweet contained no typos.  This is sociopathy.  He must be impeached ASAP.” Note that this statement is not opinion or argument. It is an imperious demand for a transfer...

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I Wake Up Screaming–The Nightmare that is Kathy Griffin

Kathy Griffin, one of nature’s more repellant mistakes, is now complaining that she has been bullied by the Trumps.  Preposterous, no?  Even Trump-haters with a normal brain—my friend and colleague, Navrozov for example—would have to concede that  it is in unquestionably poor taste to get a laugh by portraying anyone, much less the head of state, as the victim of decapitation. What kind of people are these, you may ask:  We know what kind of people they are—degraded specimens of postmodern ex-humanity who could not care less what effect their little pranks might have on the families of their victims...

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The Authoritarian Personality–GENX

Part III We are some time after the beginning of the new millennium.  Americans are fighting “for their freedom” in two wars and liberating their own homosexual citizens who labored under civil disabilities.   Fritz Rechstaffen III, who (like President Bush) once did a stint in the National Guard, is an enthusiastic supporter of the President’s war on terror.  His son Fritz IV, known as JJ after his two middle names Justin and Joshuah, is not so sure. He is a bit tired of his father’s patriotic rants over the dinner table.   He doesn’t want to waste time going...

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The Authoritarian Personality–The Next Generations

Sometime in the 1960’s a young German-American named Fritz Rechtschaffen is having a beer with his father, a prosperous owner of several appliance stores and a staunch Republican.  Pretending to take an interest in the boring old businessman, Fritz junior asks: “So, dad.  So like what did you do during the war?” Fritz senior, bringing the glass to his lips, pauses with the glass in midair and looks uncharacteristically pensive.  After a  half minute of embarrassing silence, the father takes a swallow of beer. “You know, son.  We spent the war years back in Germany.  It would have been hard...

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Ridiculous Establishment Attacks on Trump

If you wonder why the American Establishment lost its grip on power, at least a little bit, look no further than its ridiculous attacks on President Trump over Russia and deposed FBI Boss James Comey. The Establishment, which I call the Rancid Ruling Elite, just isn’t serious. Maybe they still can bring down Trump, although I doubt it; but that only would mean the whole country isn’t serious – something that also seems more evident every day. What serious person even takes these allegations seriously? As I pointed out here five months ago, there’s no way the Russians could have...

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Wednesday’s Child: Profanation, Plagiarism, Pastiche

Several people had told me this was a novel worth reading, and one of them had it sent from Amazon, so the trap was sprung and I walked right into it. Well, not exactly.  I’ve been around the block a few times, having savaged well over a thousand new books in my day, and the reviewer’s equivalent of Oscar Wilde’s dictum to the effect that only the very shallow do not judge by appearances is consequently never far from my mind. To judge a book by its cover is not an eccentric foible, it’s as close to a human right...

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Trump’s 114 Days

“How am I doin’?” the late Ed Koch used to go around New York asking when he was its terrible mayor. In my article here, “The Hundred Days Myth,” I debunked the need for judging President Trump so early. Now, after 114 days, we finally have some developments that show how he’ll be governing the rest of his term in office. Presidents, being human, naturally govern the way their lives were before being draped in the imperial purple. President Obama was a “community organizer.” Hence, Obamacare and its ever-inflating premiums; and what’s being called the “out of control” murder rates...

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Feeding the Monster:  Macron and the Propaganda War

The new French president claims that opponents tried to sabotage his campaign by claiming that he is homosexual.  The claims were based, on the one hand,  in  “misogyny because they say it’s not possible to be with a woman who’s 24 years older, and “on the other side, it’s homophobic.” Emmanuel Macron is in a bit of a bind, because when any public figure denies allegations of  homosexuality, his denials are taken, in some quarters at least, as evidence of anti-homosexual bigotry.  He is quick, therefore, to insist that he would cheerfully admit to being homosexual, if he were, though I...

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Diary of a Nobody: Sunday in the Octave of Cinco de Mayo 

It was Sunday after lunch.  My wife had already gone out to inspect her flowers, while I was tying the laces of my walking shoes and fiddling with our little bluetooth speaker in preparation for the two-miler with Italian lesson. Finally, shoes tied, the Linguaphone lesson discovered, speaker connected, I walked out into the yard to find my wife chatting with a rather queer duck, dressed as if he were a recently retired member of the Sweet Adelines or the Buffalo Bills (once-famous Barbershop quartets).  He was wearing an alarmingly striped jacket, with sweater vest, blue shirt and—I believe—a paisley...