First, a follow up to last week's column: Despite being presented with (singular) evidence to the contrary, I clung weakly to my belief that few Professional Conservatives"¢ were poseurs "who were only in it for the money." For one thing, I wondered, how could anyone convincingly pull ...
"I was never a true believer, but the money was good." When I started writing about politics and hanging around with conservatives, I started hearing leftists say the weirdest crap. Stuff that stank of desperation, like some dough-bellied comb-over"d dude trawling a mail order bride ...
Everyone's just gonna have to take my word for this: I started writing this column before Gavin McInnes put out this (delightful) video. No, something purely coincidental prompted me this week: An excerpt from a new book by Andrew Hartman, called A War for the Soul of America: A History of the ...
"Blazing Saddles could never get made today." We all know how virulent political correctness has become. In fact, to cite another tedious cliché, it's been "going mad" (exclamation point optional unless you"re a Daily Mail commenter) since, by my count, around 1993. But ...
Right after I hit "send" on my second last column " the one about being short " I kicked myself (as best I could with these damn stubby legs) for forgetting to mention The Tin Drum, whose anti-hero, Oskar, is the Marjorie Morningstar of midgets. Then right after that, Günter ...
In journalism, "trend pieces" are like the weather: Everyone complains about them " and there"ll be a new one around any minute. (One probably written by some low-level reporter who was just moaning about how hacky the damn things are.) You know the sort of article I mean, even if ...
I hate the real phone, so despite my lifetime membership in the Cult of Mac, I"ve never wanted one in my damn pocket or purse. Sadly, circumstances forced me to finally buy an iPhone last week, and I was much more excited about picking out the case than getting the phone itself. I finally ...
The stink of bullshittery clinging to the so-called "gay sweater" first enters the nostrils upon reading that it traces its origins back to "a lighthearted conversation" at an Ottawa workplace. For one thing, there's a local bylaw dating back to the Dewar era forbidding ...
Yesterday a young man asked me to recommend a must-read book, the one that meant the most to me. My answer to that question hasn"t changed since it was published in 1988: Solitude by Anthony Storr. I"ve never before or since experienced the pleasantly uncanny sensation that a book had been ...
Muggeridge's Law, indeed. The Punch editor (and all around crusty old fart) observed late-ish in the 20th century that modern life's absurdities rendered the satirist's role redundant. But too many self-appointed satirists out there apparently never got that memo (or should that be pink slip?) ...
