Christopher Gage

About Christopher Gage

Christopher Gage is a British political journalist.

What Part of ‘Leave’ Don’t They Understand?

To prove one’s progressive credentials, one could do worse than to purchase a milkshake from an ostensibly detested fast-food corporation, douse a politician deemed a threat to the cause, and applaud oneself via the gleeful approval of Burger King. This week, British progressives have underlined their helpless vacuity by doing just that. Paul

By | 2019-05-24T09:45:21-07:00 May 23rd, 2019|

Progressives Eating Their Own

To be genuinely offended becomes more difficult in an age when every daily flutter of news presents a new outrage. Social media vibrates with a fresh grievance, each time inuring one to the last. It happens every day. The self-appointed victim grazes upon something innocuous, and debones its substance. They then cast the

By | 2019-05-16T17:40:12-07:00 May 16th, 2019|

How to Talk to Capitalists About Millennials

Being a Millennial is a gorgeous morphine joy. We explore ourselves through vivifying and unpaid internships, usually beached in unapologetically expensive cities like London, New York, and San Francisco. If we do get paid, half of our salary goes on renting some substandard box room in the “vibrant” or “up-and-coming” quarters of playgrounds

By | 2019-05-09T22:11:30-07:00 May 9th, 2019|

What About Me?

I thought it was wacky, but it also made a lot of sense,” said the British newlywed, after saying, “I do.” To herself. Yes. Melissa Denton took her own hand in marriage. It was “empowering.” Possibly stunning and brave. Guests in the hundreds flocked to enjoy the occasion. There, they devoured a vegan

By | 2019-05-03T15:05:25-07:00 May 3rd, 2019|

Excuse Us While We Save The World

When keen to persuade others of your moral sanctity, gluing oneself to a train possesses a deeper gravitas than signing a petition. And telling people you’ve signed that petition.Climate-change protesters (or cloud-yellers) have this week collapsed London, folding the capital into a grand theater of their own self-adulation. The audience is captive, quite literally.Fear

By | 2019-04-26T16:18:43-07:00 April 26th, 2019|

Brexit Bloody Hell

I’ve never frequented a vegan restaurant. Never would. So I can only imagine that they don’t serve ribeye steak. I suppose, if one is adventurous, you could take a seat. Tell the waiter you’d like a ribeye steak. Doubtless, the waiter would politely explain why that particular restaurant doesn’t serve meat. “But, I

By | 2019-03-29T16:23:36-07:00 March 29th, 2019|

Down With the People

Short of taking up black tar heroin, I’ve decided that the best way to cope with this farcical Brexit saga is to imbibe regular doses of sardonic humor. Perhaps that might douse it into a vaguely acceptable hum. A French lawmaker agrees with my prescription. "I've ended up calling my cat Brexit," a

By | 2019-03-22T19:06:19-07:00 March 22nd, 2019|

From Brexit to Trump, Elite Contempt Shines Through

Not long ago, to support Great Britain’s departure from the European Union remained the hoppy heady preserve of the corduroyed English fruitcake. Only the niche, and utterly mental clung to such opinions. Those trifling oddities, blimpish and better suited to reliving colonial exploits in faraway lands, were not of polite society. To be

By | 2019-03-16T20:05:45-07:00 March 15th, 2019|

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