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Never Be Royals

Had she claimed to be 100-percent African-American, or to be a lesbian, transgender, or simply bisexual, the adoration would have been even more pronounced.  If she had a criminal record, the perverse New York Times would have gone bananas, praising

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Throw in the Towel

If you thought comedy was dead, take a look at the newest Napoleon on the block, the one wearing sandals on his feet and a tablecloth on his head, and striking an heroic pose with his hairy legs wrapped around

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Harvey and Teddy

I was walking up Madison Avenue when I spotted two comely young women having tea at a sidewalk café.  It was a couple of days after the scandal, so I stopped and introduced myself as Harvey Weinstein and asked them

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Mad Bombers of the Amazon

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photo of Jeff Bezos by Steve Jurvetson (CC BY 2.0)

Instead of getting life without parole in one of those white isolation cells in the toughest of jails for aiding and abetting terrorism, he is fêted the world over and

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Who Went Nazi?

When the Germans smuggled arguably the world’s most evil man into Russia 100 years ago, they did not imagine the harm they were springing on the human race.  Once Lenin had prevailed, he decided to forge a new consciousness, a

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Liberals With Money to Burn

Once upon a time the American Establishment enjoyed business paragons such as David Rockefeller, Daniel Ludwig, William S. Paley, Henry Ford II, not to mention Thomas Watson and his son Thomas Watson, Jr.  Toward the end of the 20th century,

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Smear Factor

As I’ve often written, The Spectator of London is not only the oldest magazine in the English-speaking world but the most elegant by far.  (As, of course, is Chronicles.)  I’ve been fortunate to have a column in the Speccie,

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Fakebook News

Who was it who said that behind every great fortune lies a great crime?  The answer is a Frenchman by the name of Balzac, known in his time as a pretty good novelist.  Well, is stealing an idea and making

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Beyond the Idiot Box

Call me old fashioned, and I will thank you for the compliment.  Call me a fool for rosy nostalgia, and more thanks will be in order.  Yes, Fred and Ginger are my favorite movie couple, and last year while recuperating

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Unhinged

It had the same effect on them that a man sitting in a front-row seat and banging a gong has on the lead flutist in a Mozart concert.  “Them,” needless to say, are the “elites,” a poor description if ever

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How to Win Fame and Fortune

American writers are on a roll.  Bob Dylan wins the Nobel Prize for Literature (for backward children), and Paul Beatty the Booker Prize, the first American to do so because only Brits were considered in previous years.

Beatty was the

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Change We Can Believe In

All the election of Donald Trump means is that freaks like the ex-heroin dealer Jay-Z and his egregious wife Beyonce will not be taking drugs in the White House come next year.

It also means that the foul-mouthed anti-Christian Bill

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Yes, You’re Next

A bunch of charlatans and clowns met in Athens, Greece, at the end of September and, to use an old Greek expression, managed to make a hole in the water.  In other words, they accomplished nada, but they stuffed

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Loathing Beauty

I recently wrote a column for the London Spectator extolling the beauty of one of the Olympic competitors, a British high jumper.  She was 19, café au lait, and did not win any medals.  But she had wonderful poise,

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Not Nice

The Negresco is a beautiful rococo, belle époque hotel built around the turn of the last century on La Promenade des Anglais in Nice, in the south of France.  Even under today’s plebeian standards, when backpacking and sandal-wearing tourists invade

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Playing Games With “Islam”

Dancing around an unpleasant reality is what politics is all about nowadays—Donald Trump excluded—with political correctness the enveloping cloud that hides truth and the facts.  There are boundaries that are set by those faceless gray men and women none of

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Laughing at Harry

Things have never been grimmer.  Wall Street wolves have become billionaires while rigging the system, rats like William Kristol are showboating on television and spreading lies about The Donald, and the most dishonest couple since Bonnie and Clyde are getting

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Regrettable Regrets

E.M. Forster infamously said that, if he had to betray his country or a friend, he hoped he would betray the former.  He was cheered for it by Oxford swells who had seen their elders slaughtered in the trenches during

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Terrorizing the Old Bag

Once upon a time, the New York Times called herself the Old Gray Lady; now, truth be told, she’s much closer to a Bitter Old Bag.  Long-winded, overexplained, tendentious, and biased against anything normal, the Times is more to be

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How to Win at Tennis

Althea Gibson was a black American lady tennis player who won Wimbledon and many other major championships during the late 50’s.  She was also a very good singer and a friendly soul, carrying none of that anger and fury many

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All Bets Are Off

When I was very young my father would take me to the Panatheniac Stadium, built from Pentelic marble in Athens for the first modern Olympics in 1896.  This was in the late 1940’s, and the stadium, which held 70,000, was

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Rhodes to Hell

Here’s some more good stuff from the “academy” to get 2016 rolling.  It concerns Cecil Rhodes, the empire builder who left an Oxford college more than 50 million big ones in today’s money, with the following stipulation: “No student should

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Protest Too Much

On the campuses of America, fascism lives, although these modern fascists lack the sartorial brilliance of Benito’s mobs.

It started with a swastika applied to a bathroom wall at the University of Missouri, and today our black brethren and their

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Ignoring Dr. Hank

A few years back I was spending the weekend with the designer Oscar de la Renta and his wife, and they took me along to dinner at a neighbor’s on Saturday night.  We were in rural Connecticut, and the scene

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Browning Europe

With every passing day, Europe is turning browner and browner, the Old Continent being overrun by a tide of humanity not seen since the upheavals following World War II.  Just think about it: 3,000 migrants from Syria, Iraq, Somalia, Niger,

Alien Report
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Alien Report

The newspaper that prints only what fits its piously fraudulent agenda, the New York Times, has reviewed a book by one Ta-Nehisi Coates twice, both times showering it with the sort of praise that would make a Hollywood name-dropper

Competitive Advantage
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Competitive Advantage

It was, in Edward de Vere’s words, much ado about nothing.  The media didn’t think so, called it Deflategate, and one of America’s great sporting heroes, Tom Brady, was pilloried as if he had inflated the beautiful model Gisele Bundchen,

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Code Yellow

Talk about the failure of fundamental journalism!  In any other profession—medical, legal, financial—the guilty party would be struck off.  In journalism, the guilty party—as in Rolling Stone—continues on its merry way of disinformation and downright fabrication.  Some Duke University

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Investing in the Future

“There is no more potent instrument of fate in 19th-century fiction than the legacy.”  So writes a female columnist in Britain’s best newspaper, the Daily Telegraph, before going on to say some rude things about trust-fund babies.  According to

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Friends With Benefits

The week after the murdering scum of ISIS beheaded 21 Egyptian Christians in Libya—their crime was being Christian—the European Commission opened an investigation of Christian schools in Britain for allegedly “discriminating” against nonreligious teachers.  In other words, the unelected bureaucrats

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Up From Sharpton

If I were a North Korean leader, or even an ISIS head chopper, I’d be reveling in the fact that a former American black basketball star spoke more plainly about race in America than any member of our political class

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Stomaching ISIS

I was not surprised that Chuck Hagel had to go.  After all, he was among the very few in governments of late to have ever seen combat, not to mention to have been wounded.  Men of his ilk do not

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Arabs at the Opera

Opera has been in the news lately—in Paris and New York, that is.  And no, this doesn’t mean things are culturally looking up—to the contrary, I’m afraid.  Let’s start with the City of Light, where millions of Muslims surround the

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The NFL, Clean and Low

The latest brouhaha about professional football players beating up their little wimmen has me shocked, shocked! that such a thing could take place in modern-day America, Home of the Depraved.  But before I go on about why black football multimillionaires

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Our McEnroe Moment

An American friend who is very well connected in Washington, D.C., was telling me he’s worried about Europe.

“So what else is new?” I said.

“No, I really mean it.  Future generations could grow up under Islamic rule.”

It was

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Achtung, Spooks!

Boo to the CIA!  It got caught spying on Germany, and its top man in Berlin has been sent home.  What I’d like to know is what’s so important about Berlin’s open-book policies that we had to play dirty?  Maybe

Football Mafia
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Football Mafia

The greatest criminal and most profitable enterprise in the world is FIFA (Fédération Internationale de Football Association).  As I write, billions are watching obscenely overpaid footballers competing for a cup that is long overdue for a total remake.  The World

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Imperial Solution

I write this while American unmanned flights and 18 American “specialists” are looking for those 200 unfortunate girls abducted by Boko Haram, a group our very own Hillary Clinton had refused to place on the State Department’s terrorist watch list. 

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More Knee-Slappers

One of the great knee-slappers, however perverse, of the so-called War on Terror is the fact that fundamentalist Islamic forces are stronger than ever as a result.  It is like going on a crash diet for a month and putting

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Little Yellow Bastards

One of life’s safest bets is that, following a visit by a Japanese premier to the shrine that honors the nation’s war dead, a lot of Chinese megacrooks and inheritors of the greatest murderer of all time will cry foul,

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Bums and Bandits

One of the great but perverse pleasures of my life when I’m in New York City is to read the New York Times.  It’s perverse because no paper north of Saudi Arabia lies quite as blatantly as the Times