As to Russiagate because on this site I’ve disproved it many times; there’s no way the Russians could have influenced the U.S. election because it was too complex for almost anyone to figure out, certainly anyone in Moscow. Trump figured it out because he won by campaigning nonstop the final weeks in Michigan, Pennsylvania and Wisconsin.
Curious people, these expats. I’ve met quite a number in my travels, mostly Brits, but also Americans and Germans, who aggregate in the south of Europe – Spain, Italy, Greece – drawn here by several very obvious lures. The sun and the sea are not among them. The main one is the cheapness of the alcohol, ranging from 96 proof spirit on offer in any supermarket to perfectly drinkable white wine for $1 a bottle.
When leftist lawyer Alan Dershowitz briefly complained in The Hill that his beach buddies on Martha’s Vineyard shunned him for supporting the civil liberties of President Trump, the left got a good belly laugh. One infers that liberals thought Dershowitz got what he deserved when a woman threatened to stab him through the heart.
I don’t think anyone else spotted why President Trump picked Singapore for his summit with North Korean dictator Kim Jong Un. Any number of places could have been picked, in Asia or elsewhere. But here’s the key: Singapore, like North Korea, is run by a dynasty, the Lee family. Lee Kwan Yew operated Singapore as boss from after independence in 1965 until 1990.
I usually criticize what’s going on in America. And there’s no question our problems still could overwhelm us. But for Independence Day 2018, here are 10 Good Things:
I was here for a single weekend, most of it spent outside London at a friend’s house in Hampshire – gin-and-tonics on the lawn, roast lamb on Sunday, a parade of wellington boots in the room adjoining the kitchen, in short, English country life at its most recognizable – but an evening in London did the devil’s work of adumbrating the shape of evil
Chef Garret, in the first podcast of a series, explains the fundamentals of a classic Italian dish that is simple in conception but far from simple in execution.
Then, in 1936, comes My Man Godfrey, a romantic comedy of near-Shakespearean richness that turns around speculator-turned-bum-turned-butler Godfrey Parke. My touchstones of comparison are As You Like It, Measure for Measure, and A Midsummer Night’s Dream, all of which resonate in this marvelous movie.
Why Anthony Kennedy’s resignation matters–and why it doesn’t.
