James Jackson

James Jackson

James Jackson is the author of acclaimed historical thrillers, including Blood Rock, Pilgrim, and Realm. As a postgraduate, he specialized in analyzing future terrorist trends and later wrote The Counter-terrorist Handbook. He worked for many years as a political-risk consultant, was called to the Bar, and is a member of the Inner Temple. He is based in London. For more information, please visit www.jamesjacksonbooks.com.

The Euro’s Long Agony

And lo, the Lord did smite the followers of Baal and do unpleasant things to the worshippers of false idols and crass ideas. And face it, few belief systems come more stupid than the Euro. Yet God has a sense of humor"€”even if the Germans and their finance minister famously do not"€”and has ...

A Firmer Hand

Perhaps there will come a day when I look back with fondness on the dithering incompetence of Obama"€”when the stiff pomposity of his ersatz Luther King speechifying no longer brings a trace of vomit to my mouth. Yet, for the moment, he worries me. He has made hesitancy a policy and prevarication ...

Putin the Paedo?

Should I be found dead with a polonium-tipped suppository lodged in my backside, the finger of suspicion will point firmly at the Kremlin. For sure, its parade of goons and assassins has proved on occasion bungling and inept"€”witness their special forces at Beslan, their gassing with opioids of ...

Rudi Dutschke

Rotten From the Top Down

Although the phrase is often misattributed to Antonio Gramsci, it was the Marxist creep Rudi Dutschke who famously suggested the political left could ultimately control society via a “long march through the institutions.” And my, how they have marched, wriggling and crawling like screwworms to ...

Princess Diana

Conspiracy or Cock-Up?

In a scene frighteningly reminiscent of the Mel Gibson movie Conspiracy Theory, I recently found myself in a cab as its driver regaled me with a litany of his fears and theories regarding “the power behind the power,” i.e., the New World Order (NWO—so real, it even has an acronym). Each time ...

A Whiff of Protest

Ego olere ergo sum. (I stink, therefore I am.) Such could be the motto of the unpleasant and unwashed who these days routinely appear on a whim to riot in London’s streets. I suspect that this summer and autumn will see an upsurge in their antics. And all the while, supine and ineffectual, the ...

Snuffed Like a Candle in the Wind

Like a candle in the wind/ Never knowing where to run to/ When the raid came in.... Tra-la-la! So let us join together and sing out loud, for the somewhat perforated body of a sonofabitch has been eased into the deep. Personally, I would have preferred his burning corpse to be catapulted to the ...

Queen Elizabeth II

Loyal to the Royals

You would have to possess a heart of granite not to have been moved or delighted by the royal nuptials in London. Great Britain may be an island now largely populated by the fat and the feckless, but we still manage to put on a pretty good show. And once again the skeptics and anti-monarchistes, ...

Fuck the Public Sector

If one were to"€”hypothetically"€”shoot every other public-sector worker in the back of the head, I believe you would not notice a single blip, hiccup, or ripple in the country's operation. Things might very well improve, including our national finances. The state sector is the chief vehicle ...

Mold Age: The Curse of Modern Medicine

"€œI"€™m ninety-one years old, you know?"€ Bravo. Now have your diuretics and your hot milk drink, take your heart pills and blood-pressure tablets and your fistful of other prescription drugs, then we"€™ll provide an enema and influenza jab, change your dressings and diaper, bind your ...


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