Christmas is a merry time up here in the Alps, but this year it was merrier because of something I read. I assume you’ve all heard of Keir Starmer, the British prime minister who is addressed as Sir Keir because the Brits are old hands at handing out titles in order to impress foreigners, innocents, and especially Americans. Impressing people with silly titles comes naturally to people with bad teeth and worse weather. They ...

Okay, sports fans, I have a confession to make: I’m not so much in love with Uncle Sam as I used to be. I wish I knew why; is it because of Hollywood and the utter crap it puts out? Nah, I’ve lived too long to fall for that one. I simply stopped watching movies made after 1960. It’s the formula that turned me off: All white men bad, all women victims, and all black people good. The rest of the country, I suppose, falls ...

I think it must have been thirty-some years ago. I was walking with Kate Reardon, a pretty young thing who later on became editor of Tatler, the London monthly for people who can see but can’t read. We had just been to a grand shindig, the annual London bash given by Lord and Lady Black, Conrad being my boss at the time. We were looking for a taxi. That is when a curly-haired handsome man stuck his head out of a jalopy he was ...

A columnist for the N.Y. Old Bag asks why is a guy who’s been dead for six years a top issue in American life? The man who is asking writes with forked pen. He should know, as it’s his rag that’s putting a nonissue on its front page every day. The nonissue covers for the total breakdown of civil behavior in large American cities, a breakdown due to mostly young black and Hispanic thugs. Lefty politicians opposed to ...

Michael Wolff is being pilloried, and although he’s a friend, he deserves some of it because of his dealings with the arch pimp and blackmailer Jeffrey Epstein. For any of you traveling abroad in North Korea, what Wolff has done is play uncle to the blackmailer-pimp, no longer with us, thank God. Michael Wolff has become rich by writing books—hatchet jobs, actually—on Rupert Murdoch and Donald Trump. Media types don’t ...

I may be in the minority, as my stances are in many matters, in the Tucker Carlson brouhaha, but it was only a matter of time before the Israeli lobby and the neocons would find a villain to help people forget 68,000 dead and counting in Gaza, most of them innocent women, children, and old people. They did the same thing to Pat Buchanan when he dared to say that the Israeli lobby and the U.S. government were not one and the ...

A very long time ago, the beautiful ex-wife of a major Hollywood star mistook me for my father, a rich shipowner and industrialist. I was just out of school, 20 years old and without a penny to my name. But I was soon rich and able to afford her after borrowing thousands of dollars from a shylock who charged 100 percent interest. After I failed to pay him back, the creep somehow managed to get through to my father, informing ...

Crazed with resentment after Trump’s win last November, they decided nothing less than the term “Nazi” would do. You know who “they” are: The New York Times, The New Yorker, protesters funded by George Soros like Antifa, furious left-wing types, Hollywood lefties, and other such kinds. Enough said about these people. They’re the types who always look unhappy. The Nazis are referred to as the greatest killers of ...

Remember the old cliché of a pessimist seeing a glass half empty rather than half full? I’m a pessimist by nature, always imagining the downside of something, except when it comes to women. (In their case the downside reveals itself after a while, but the start is always brilliant.) I suppose my pessimism derives from childhood, when dreams never became reality due to a strict nanny and even stricter parents. Or so a shrink ...

Lady Annabel Goldsmith left us last week at the age of 91. During Jane Austen’s time, their roles would have been reversed. She would have been Darcy, with Mark Birley and Sir James Goldsmith as Elizabeth Bennett. Both her husbands were wellborn but of inferior birth to her. I met her about sixty years ago, and she was as aristocratic as they come, and as down-to-earth as her puckish irreverence would take her. A quick smirk ...

Political violence and political revenge have been around as long as...politics have. I grew up with it in Greece. As a 5-year-old, looking down across the street of a chic Athenian neighborhood, I remember seeing a chauffeur-driven car’s open door and a bald man bending down in order to enter it, then hearing one, two, three, and four shots, with dark red round holes forming on his scalp. The screams that followed were from ...

Underneath the patina of newsworthy slogans is a moral and intellectual sewer the size of the Serengeti. I am of course referring to The New York Times, and the hailing of a cold-blooded murderer as an American hero. The latest such outrage is about Joanne Chesimard, a black 78-year-old woman who died in Havana, Cuba, last week. The Times used her “revolutionary” name—Assata Shakur—as if she were some kind of black Joan ...

Could the massive gathering for Charlie Kirk’s funeral become a turning point for the silent majority? I sure hope so but doubt it very much. Let’s look at the problem without our happy glasses, the ones that only see what pleases us. The 200,000-person crowd at his funeral doesn’t mean a thing to the mainstream media; the latter looks upon them as misguided Christian fools at best, as dumb and ignorant white fascists at ...