Monthly Archives: April 2015

Larchmont has written a very cogent reply to Mr. Barber’s essay on the European Populists. Let me presume to add another dimension to the debate, which is ignored at The Financial Times and it’s sister publication The Economist: the utter … Continue reading →

During the Watts Riots I watched the fires on Alameda near Imperial Blvd., from my sister’s second floor apartment on Fernwood Ave. and State Street, in Lynwood California in 1965. With my two brothers in law, both armed with rifles … Continue reading →

In sum what we have from Mr. Aspden is a lengthy extemporizing  on the Lazy Southern Tier of Europe: Greece,Italy,Spain,Portugal etc. vs. the mercantile virtues of the Anglo-Saxons and Gauls that make up the Northern Tier of productive virtuous entrepreneurs. … Continue reading →

The Republicans have a penchant for  placing their most reactionary political curmudgeons in the United Nations ambassadorship, because they utterly despise an institution, whose godmother was Eleanore Roosevelt. Recall the verbose, bellicose Jeane Kirkpatrick? The Liberal Internationalist baggage is too … Continue reading →

You’ve got to give it to Ms. Clinton, at least her face doesn’t look like it’s been freshly ironed like Ms. Fiorina’s! Ms. Clinton’s face is jowly and a bit puffy, like a woman her age! Or more to the … Continue reading →

This essay, written by Kerin Hope and Tony Barber, has all the cheap melodrama of a Dragnet episode, circa 1954, starring Jack Webb complete with wanted posters! Is there no end to the mendacity of the Neo-Liberal Apologists whose world … Continue reading →

The New Cold War hysteria mongering has reached a vigorous simmer here at The Economist. Putin as The New Stalin is the star of this and many other episodes of this long running, or better yet call it interminable melodrama : … Continue reading →

Republishing  this 2006 essay, as an obituary for Mr. Grass, or it’s stand in,  can only be properly described as a chickenshit attack on him, no other epithet describes it as succinctly : he was 12 years old in 1939 … Continue reading →

Is this the point, in the continuing political conversation here at the Financial Times, where we can safely declare Mr. Luce a feminist? It’s as burning a question as any that could be asked, or can we surmise as regular … Continue reading →