Germans like to apologize. During a brief trip to Munich last year, tensions between locals and newly arrived migrants often flared into fizzing commotions of swinging fists, splatting saliva, and the kind of primal chest-beating one cravenly enjoys from the safety of a Barcalounger and in high-definition on a screen, but rarely relishes
Kanye West is not shy. As Hurricane Katrina and the flooding that followed disemboweled New Orleans in a frenzy of immutable destruction, West told the watching world that President George W. Bush had little motivation to help the city’s mainly black denizens. “George Bush doesn’t care about black people,” West said—on live television,
Donna Brazile was 9-years-old when she cut her political teeth. After hearing that a local candidate for New Orleans city council pledged to build a playground in her hardscrabble working-class neighborhood, Brazile joined the campaign and pamphleted every block. The candidate won. Brazile’s neighborhood got the playground. Impressive, but the former chairwoman
After a political saga an Italian newspaper compared to a “Monty Python” sketch, Italian populists have cobbled together a government the Financial Times likens to “Modern Barbarians.” All good, then. The heady brew of alt-Left Five Star and hard-Right Lega forms Western Europe’s first unabashedly populist government at the beating heart of Western
During a recent trip to Budapest, I met an American liberal who took just 47 minutes to tell me to go and screw myself. Well, she dressed that suggestion in more forceful garb, I’ll admit. The triggering of such familiar vitriol was innocent enough. I “deceived” her, she said. She was “so mad
Italian populists, whose slogan suggests that their opponents to go and fornicate elsewhere, are set to form a government with the Mediterranean edition of President Trump. Liberals the world over should be bawling into their Himalayan goat saliva smoothies anytime now. After months of wrangling, Luigi Di Maio’s Five Star Movement, whose “vaffanculo!”
Donald Trump’s presidency is done. Over. No, seriously. This time, his obsessives insist like meth-mottled street urchins—gaunt, moon-eyed and festooned with weeping chancres, it really is the last time. They promise. Yes, those whose admirable consistency lies in being wrong about everything, are certain, kind of, that we are in the end stages
The insufferably honest chap who cajoled Great Britain into the Iraq War based on “intelligence” not even Buzzfeed would credit, thinks his countrymen’s historic vote to leave his beloved European Union was “riddled with lies.” Tony Blair, who touted a “sexed-up” dossier to jump into bed with president George W. Bush before ablazing
London sautéed in blood this week, as its furied denizens stabbed, shot, and robbed, eclipsing for the first time New York City’s murder rate. Meanwhile, Mayor Sadiq Khan, darling of the anti-Trump British faction, schmoozed and selfied with preening liberal groupies in Texas. But, don’t worry. All is well on this sceptred isle.
The country that gifted George Orwell to civilization is about to jail a young comedian for making a joke. Yes. Great Britain, one-time incubator of modern liberal democracy, now chief exporter of Piers Morgan, isn’t too keen on anything that could upset anyone. The offender in question, Mark Meechan, a.k.a. Millennial YouTube “personality”
