Once again, Democrats chose the tuna with good taste over the tuna that tastes good. Chic filmmaker Jon Ossoff, buttressed by $ 25 million in mostly out-of-state money, went down in flames in Georgia against a modest Republican named Karen Handel on Tuesday. With revenge oozing from every pore after last November’s Clinton debacle, Dems burned through their stack of cash to no avail.

The motivation for the shooting of Republican lawmakers at a baseball practice Wednesday remains unclear as yet. Eyewitnesses suggest it could be an escalation of the political conflict going on in the U.S. since Democrats decided Donald Trump was unfit to be president. A gunmen (now deceased) shot up to 100 rounds, wounding, among others, GOP whip Steve Scalise. Early reports indicate a political motive, but details are still developing as the shooter is identified.

Last weekend I was at a book talk with Tom Nichols, author of The Death of Expertise (about the decline in expertise, education and learning). In the process of the session, the moderator, an official with the Literary Review of Canada, tried to explain the issue of appropriation to him. 

In the film Something Wicked This Way Comes, a charismatic man comes to town to grant wishes— for a price. The movie title is from Macbeth: "By the pricking of my thumbs / Something wicked this way comes." 

“It is perfectly monstrous the way people go about nowadays saying things against one, behind one's back, that are absolutely and entirely true.”— Oscar Wilde

This thought from the great Wilde seems particularly apt watching a vanquished Hillary Clinton put on the political foil once more, announcing herself a part of the “Resistance”. 

An appeaser, wrote Winston Churchill, is someone who chooses to feed a crocodile in hopes that it eats him last.

In the case of the arts industry in Canada—which has been slavish in its devotion to even the most unhinged fringe groups—  the appeasers have provided a very tasty dish for the culture crocodiles the past few weeks. Here’s a brief summary on the appropriation fiasco now devouring several dedicated editors.

This week on my podcast The Full Count with Bruce Dowbiggin, my guest is the eminent British mental-health expert and social critic Theodore Dalrymple. (https://goo.gl/WlB4Cm) To say he has a few inflammatory opinions in this age of moral relativism would be an understatement. Among the issues we discussed was Prince Harry’s public admission that he’d sought help in coping with the death of his mother.

History has seen the Bronze Age. And the Pleistocene Age. And the Stone Age.

Now welcome to The Nice Age. Humanity— alright, humanity in the western world— has entered into a time when the tender sensibilities of humans have become the organizing principle of society. Be Nice, clean your ice. And what’s wrong with people being nicer to each others? A little civility, giving the other person alittle space, a smiley face. In theory, there’s nothing wrong with reminding others that they’re not the only ones on the planet. 

There was never a bigger fan of Bruce Springsteen. It was a revelation when The Wild, the Innocent and the E Street Shuffle first dropped on my turntable in 1974. Springsteen’s tales of Asbury Park’s street people, reprobates and the desperate ones breathed originality into a rock-and-roll form gone stale and self serious.

The news that Prince Charles and his wife Camilla, the Duchess of Despond, are set to visit Canada this summer was greeted with something less than rapture from his subjects here. Indifference probably best describes the reaction to the sort of Royal news that, in the past, might have set off excitement from coast to coast to coast.

The verdict on the U.S. president seems conclusive. The Republican dashes from “one thing to another with amazing dispatch… each act of his, and each opinion expressed likely to abolish or contravene some previous act or expressed opinion.” Consistency is a word he abhors, reversing himself on foreign war, the Mexican issue and the role of Congress in his agenda. 

The thing you must understand about the modern Democratic party— in particular its impatient, intolerant progressive wing— is that the game is up without control of the Supreme Court.

To paraphrase Robert Duvall (Col. Kilgore) in Apocalypse Now, “I love the smell of whining in the morning. It smells like… government funding”.

Back in the day, the simple word debt could make someone a pariah. It could strip him or her of their self respect. Debt could leave you dependent on charity soup kitchens and consignment shops. I can remember my parents, children of the Depression, grow dark and silent when they learned one of my uncles was being buried by debt.

Unless you’ve been out of the universe since Y2K you’ve no doubt heard that a plague is sweeping the nation. Bullying has become a dread curse for the progressive left. There are online campaigns, in-school codes of conduct and television commercials decrying this bane on society. 

The moment was pure Justin Trudeau. Virtuous. Blithe. Impulsive. And more than a little messianic. 

Ah, the Oscars. Tinseltown never misses an opportunity to miss an opportunity. Lost in Beatty’s Bungle-Rama (live TV!) was a more telling misstep. Host Jimmy Kimmel orchestrated a stunt where a bus-full of tourists was ushered into the auditorium to gawk at the perfect people. 

The poor old Swedes. There they were, minding their own progressive business. Then Donald Trump caught them in his cross-hairs, and the Tre Kronor reacted something like this (https://goo.gl/WqSCag)

They discovered what America discovered last year when Trump had the temerity to break the gentleman’s agreement to not talk about immigration. While average Americans were very concerned about the issues of illegal immigrants, the political class was bent on not listening to them about the issue. 

Here’s a satire Alec Baldwin won’t be doing this Saturday night on SNL. Keith “Overheated” Olbermann (https://goo.gl/3d2YVp) contends that the duly elected U.S. president, Donald Trump, is an autocrat and a tyrant of the stripe of Hitler who wants to accumulate absolute power over Americans. He’s demanding the gibbet for Trump over consorting with there godless ex-Commies in Russia. 

Consider the George W. Bush paradox. According to the attack strategy employed by Michael Moore and his resisting pals, POTUS 43 was either capable of the most intricate conspiracies the world has ever known or he was a blithering idiot. How could Bush be both evil genius and town fool? Depending on the day, marshmallow Marxists could cleverly employ one of the Bush piñatas to explain why they were losing the Congress, state legislatures and, finally, the presidency.