The duty officer at the carabinieri station looked like Rembrandt in the famous self-portrait at Kenwood House, all noble lines and wrinkles, but appearances can be deceiving. It transpired that he fancied himself a thoroughly modern man of the world, roseately au fait with the digital revolution, and it gave him evident pleasure to put me down as a country bumpkin because when he said emay, I said “What’s that?”
Donald Trump wonders how a lowlife like Jack Smith can justify his illegal surveillance. It’s a fair question. How did an American lawyer get the idea that he was entitled to ignore the American legal system in order to gain a conviction?
A visitor to Athens, Thomas Fleming agreed to meet me and the result was the interview you are about to read, which gives answers to major issues that concern modern man in the West
Many writers—and I among them—have compared modern man’s acceptance of abortion with the infanticidal cults of Carthaginians and their Phoenician ancestors, whose rites are so often condemned in the Old Testament. This is to some extent unfair to the Phoenicians.
Prof. Trotter discusses the decline of literacy and points to some signs of life in young American minds.
I like Ron DeSantis. He probably would be a pretty good president. But not this cycle. Reagan took three attempts: 1968, 1976 and 1980. Even Trump took two times, starting with his 2000 attempt for the now defunct Reform Party.
‘Tis the Silly Season, as British journos call the news doldrums of August, and I’ve got something that fits the bill. Only the exterior involucre of the item on display is a silly shade of pink, however, as the heart of the matter is dark and venomous and repugnant enough to take us well into the autumn.
Americans were taught to prefer a breadlike product with excessive moisture and lots of air whipped into the batter. The result –bread that is nothing like bread–is one of the most sinister contributions made by the 20th century.
An ever-expanding number of judges and members of representatives of the government media are giving Donald Trump the treatment reserved for designated regime traitors.
Some years ago I needed to find a notary public in Palermo, and the memory of that quest is indelible. My parents were then in the poorest health, both of them, their life support in New York being an Uzbek girl my mother had engaged, first as a cleaner and then as the all-around, hands-on savior she later became.
