These days the California State University Fresno isn’t getting attention for its world-class agricultural college or for its top-rated nursing program. Instead, it’s getting noticed for its hard-left professors tweeting outrageous insults about President Trump, or violating students’ free-speech rights. First was the adjunct history professor who last year tweeted “Trump must hang.”
This week, I’m in Washington, D.C. giving a series of lectures and seminars at the Institute of World Politics, a small postgraduate school that specializes in the areas of defense, foreign policy, and intelligence work. The school will feature Secretary of Defense James Mattis as its commencement speaker in May. On Monday, as
Whoever was surprised by the hate-fest against the National Rifle Association and conservative Americans in general that followed the Parkland, Florida school shooting must not have been paying attention. Over the past half-century, a ruling class formed by our uniformly leftist educational system and occupying the commanding heights of corporate life, governmental bureaucracies,
As a foreigner living in the United Kingdom, the first thought that occurred to me watching “The Death of Stalin” last month was how bleak and absurdist British dark humor is, compared to American humor. Of course, Jason Isaacs looks and acts more like Marshal Rokossovsky than Marshal Zhukov, but that is a nitpicking of an international
Last week, as former National Review writer Kevin D. Williamson was defenestrated abruptly from his brand-new post as token “conservative” columnist for the Atlantic over his hardline stance on abortion, I was going through a bit of an abrupt left-wing defenestration of my own. So, Kevin: #MeToo. I was curtly and unexpectedly barred
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.
When then-candidate Donald Trump announced his presidential bid in 2016, he did so with a bang. Right out of the gate, he took on one of the deepest and long-simmering dysfunctions in our republic—illegal immigration. Never one for subtlety when an opportunity for the dramatic presents itself, Trump used what some found to
Girls will be boys, and boys will be girls It's a mixed-up, muddled-up, shook-up world —The Kinks In San Francisco, where a one-bedroom apartment rents for $3,300, you can rent a bedroom for $1,400. And what you’re paying for, is what you get. Just a bedroom. No living room—who uses it? No kitchen—who cooks?
Any rational person’s list of the most intelligent and pungent columnists now writing will perforce include the name Kevin Williamson, late of National Review and, as of Thursday, late of The Atlantic as well. And anyone with a working internet connection knows that Williamson, hired to a chorus of drooling leftoid obloquy by
Before I get into the firing of Kevin Williamson, let me say this: Williamson is a talented, unique, and compelling writer. I have complimented his work privately to him and publicly on social media. Even when I strongly disagreed with him—particularly with his harsh assessment of Trump supporters—I still envy his way with