If you’ve ever been to Canada, you’ve found yourself quite at home, eh? True, the money looks different, and the speed limits are posted in kilometers per hour, and people say “aboat” when they mean “about,” and cafes offer orange marmalade instead of “mixed fruit jelly,” and red maple leaves wave where you’re used to
At National Review, the erstwhile flagship of American conservatism, Jim Geraghty puts out a bulletin called “The Morning Jolt.” On the morning after Tuesday’s off-year elections, the “Jolt” was mostly negative for conservatives. Geraghty noted a few successes: winning the Mississippi governor’s race, improving the Republican Party’s position in the New Jersey legislature, narrowly rejecting
The recent uproar over whether the Democrats’ machinations against President Donald Trump are comparable to a lynching has died down, as uproars surrounding our 45th president always do. But further exploration of the question may yield something useful, not only to Trump but to the nation. People have called what’s happening to Trump a witch
In 1841, Texas vigilantes tied up “Buckskin Bill” McFadden and led him to a tree. As they threw a rope over one of its limbs, McFadden cursed his killers. “You’ve stolen my life and you’ll wade through blood for it. You fellows that are grinning now will bleed and die to pay for this murder.”
No one speaks of a century’s first decade as “the aughts.” Few of us speak of the second decade as “the teens.” But by the time the third decade comes around, we seem to have gotten used to the charming fact that we’re in a new chapter of history. Our shouts of “It’s the 21st
The Drudge Report on Thursday featured an arresting headline: “D.C. Tourist Savagely Beaten, Stomped, Spit on by Gang of Youths.” Who could resist clicking on that? The link went a Gateway Pundit story, which supplies the additional information that the attack took place outside the Washington Hilton Hotel, where President Ronald Reagan and
When I was a boy, everyone said the epitome of Shakespeare is Hamlet’s soliloquy. The soliloquy, the one from Act III, the one that poses the question: “To be, or not to be.” Those words, like the first four notes of Beethoven’s Fifth Symphony, are instantly recognizable, a pocket summary of an entire
The crook is in a parking lot trying to break into a car when he sees a lady with shopping bags approaching her vehicle. Pretending to be a friendly stranger, he insists on helping her load the bags into her trunk. She tells him that since she didn’t ask for his help, he
At the end of his documentary series “The Civil War,” Ken Burns bids farewell to many of the figures who drove that story. They departed this earth in touching, even inspiring ways. There’s General Ulysses S. Grant, stricken with cancer, racing the Reaper to produce an autobiography and thereby provide for his family,
