An Activist to the End

By 3.18.15

Eric Holder approached his time in the attorney general’s office not as a sober upholder of the law but as a straightforward liberal activist. He was appointed by President Obama not to enforce the law but to change and twist it according to liberal preferences. As he ends his tenure, he is taking a victory lap for his contributions to the cause.

That this work meant thwarting the will of the America people doesn’t bother him in the least. Referring to gay marriage, he wrote recently, “I am proud to have had the opportunity not only to watch this great national pivot, but to take part in it.” By “national pivot,” he means the legal elite’s disregard for existing law in favor of their ideology.



By 2.16.15

On December 27, 2014, at 2:30 in the afternoon in suburban Baltimore, the inebriated Episcopal Bishop Heather E. Cook’s Suburu struck and killed a much loved 41-year-old married father of two, cyclist Thomas Palermo, shattering her front windshield. She drove away, a hit and run, returning about 30 minutes later.

Arrested and charged with driving under the influence, causing an accident due to texting while driving, and leaving the scene of a fatal accident, she was later released on $2.5 million bail. Now a grand jury has issued an indictment including manslaughter, criminally negligent homicide, and homicide by motor vehicle while under the influence of alcohol.

Cook, 58, registered a shocking .22 breathalyzer reading shortly after the fatal collision, close to the .27 reading she registered in a 2010 arrest that Episcopalian leaders failed to reveal to the delegates who elected her last September to the high-ranking position.

Bishop Heather — in today’s Episcopal Church many bishops prefer the first-name address — and her enablers create a fascinating tableau of the sketchy contempo Episcopagans.


Disgracefully Betrayed by Robert Kagan

By 1.31.15

Many on the right will have shared my shock and astonishment at Robert Kagan’s advice to Bibi Netanyahu to “Bow Out Gracefully” (from addressing Congress) displayed prominently on the opinion page of Friday’s Washington Post.

Robert never displayed the breath-taking scope of scholarship and depth of thought of his famous father, Donald Kagan, with whom I had the honor of having dinner several years ago. We discussed Robert’s silly little book, Of Paradise (Europe—peaceful, harmonious, negotiation-oriented, post-historical) and Power (America—power-hungry, Hobbesian, bellicose, hopelessly mired in history), and the senior Kagan quietly assented that Robert’s suggestion that America put its military might in the hands of the Europeans was, well, silly.


The Hiss Conviction Turns 65

By 1.30.15

Sixty-five years ago last week, Alger Hiss—the protégé of Oliver Wendell Holmes, a rising star in the State Department, and a Soviet agent code-named “Ales”—was convicted of perjury for denying any involvement in Soviet espionage. This should have forever closed the case. For, as Sam Tanenhaus, the biographer of Hiss’s main accuser, Whittaker Chambers, stated, every mystery had been answered. There was compelling evidence, in the form of documents Chambers said had been given to him by Hiss, which were in Hiss’s handwriting, and those summarized by typing them had matched the “type” of the machine. This was enough to sway juries.

But not all mysteries had been answered. There was the question of motive. Whittaker Chambers was never able to supply this, for he was friends with Hiss well after Hiss joined Soviet intelligence. The most Chambers could offer involved tantalizing tidbits about Hiss’s personality, such as Hiss being a rather “romantic communist.” But his other offerings showed a cold blooded figure: mocking FDR’s polio as symbolic of democracy decaying, and reacting to Stalin’s Purge Trials by stating “that Joe Stalin plays for keeps.”


At Least He’s Consistent — Eric Cantor Urges Timidity

By 1.7.15

After he left the ring, the late, great Sugar Ray Robinson became a hoofer. A reporter asked him once which he liked best, fighting or song and dance. The great one replied, with a smile befitting a champion, “I’ve found my métier.”

You can hardly blame him. Robinson probably drew much smaller crowds as a dancer. But he didn’t need a cut man. And he didn’t have Jake LaMotta or Gene Fullmer blowing their nasty breath in his face.

Former House Majority Leader, Eric “K-Street” Cantor, has apparently found his métier as well. And it’s yet another form of song and dance.

Defeated last June for nomination for a 13th term in Congress by conservative David Brat, Cantor is now a Wall Street investment banker. It would probably have been better for Cantor, for his Virginia congressional district, and for the republic if Cantor had gone into this fitting line of work earlier. He surely takes to it.


When the UN Apes Al Sharpton

By 12.12.14

Among the familiar hucksters who sought to capitalize on the troubles in Ferguson, Missouri, came a new face: Prince Zeid Ra’ad Al Hussein, the UN’s High Commissioner for Human Rights and self-styled heir to the non-existent royal houses of Iraq and Syria.

“I am deeply concerned,” Prince Zeid said in a press release, about “institutionalized discrimination” in America, and “I urge the U.S. authorities” to conduct “in-depth examinations” of racial justice. Notwithstanding the overwhelming evidence that Michael Brown’s death resulted from the criminal acts he engaged in before and during his encounter with officer Darren Wilson, Zeid’s Human Rights Council invited the Brown family to testify before a hearing and afterwards issued a 14-page condemnation of America’s record on race.

Self-awareness, it’s safe to say, is neither Prince Zeid’s nor the Human Rights Council’s strongpoint. Far from representing “the highest standards in the promotion and protection of human rights,” the Council includes many of the poster-children for abuse: Pakistan, Venezuela, China, Saudi Arabia, Vietnam, Russia and Cuba.


Hey, Hey, Hey, It’s Judgment Day

By 11.21.14

Bill Cosby raped me.

Sorry, it just seemed like the “in” thing to say. Okay. So I have never met the man. But I feel like I’ve known him all these years. And to know him is to be known by him. At least cable news imparts this notion.

Joan Tarshis, in 1969 a nineteen-year-old comedy writer, thought she knew the Bill Cosby she knew on television. He broke character by allegedly plying her with flattery, booze, and drugs before plying her with him.

“The next thing I remember was coming to on his couch while being undressed,” Tarshis recalls of a 45-year-old encounter. “Through the haze I thought I was being clever when I told him I had an infection and he would catch it and his wife would know he had sex with someone. But he just found another orifice to use. I was sickened by what was happening to me and shocked that this man I had idolized was now raping me. Of course I told no one.”


What Makes Jon Stewart More Insufferable Than Bill Maher

By 10.3.14

Recently four members of that least-recognized Indian tribe “Redskins Nation” agreed to participate in a Daily Show segment discussing the controversy surrounding their team name. Their conversation with comedian Jason Jones was stretching into its third hour when eight Native American activists were suddenly brought out. The newcomers became vitriolic and one fan left the set crying, saying later that she’d felt threatened.

The Washingtonians told the Washington Post that they would have gladly agreed to debate a group of the Indians, but the show had said no such confrontation would occur. The producers lied, sprang an ambush, and laughed at the acrimony that followed.


Bradley Manning Is Not a Victim of Cruel and Unusual Punishment

By 8.14.14

Is Bradley Manning suffering from vaginal dryness? Is his hair thinning out? Are his breasts getting smaller while his tummy swells like a gourd? How regular are his periods? What about his personality: is he behaving shrewishly toward his jailers at Fort Leavenworth, haranguing them about the toilet seat? The world wants to know. Or at least I do.


The Unimportance of Being Earnest

By 8.8.14

I don’t mean to josh; I mean this in earnest. I think it is time to eliminate the office of White House press secretary. There is no point in having a permanent Commender-in-Chief to tell us how great a job the President is doing, without regard to reality, actuality, verity or accuracy.

This musing overtook me earlier this week as I watched the presiding plenipotentiary of the podium, Josh Earnest (I promise I am not making this name up), field a query about a contradiction between Second Term Obama and his popular predecessor, First Term Obama. Apparently old First Term was recorded saying he could not go about changing immigration law on his own because that power was reserved to Congress by the Constitution. However, Second Term has been saying that since Congress won’t do their job because they are busy trying to stop him from doing his job he must stop doing his job and do their job for them instead. For the uninitiated, this is the translation into Flapdoodle of promising to change immigration law by his lonesome.