Category: NYC

I don’t wanna go

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The presence of Trump in the Oval is the smoking gun.

Putin threatened to nuke the US and Trump said nothing. No response. Paid not to respond.

Will Roberts, Alito, and Kavanaugh be disowned by the Federalist Society when they side with Executive Power?

Many of Trump’s slams are delightfully self-referential.

The need to be first causes media outlets to report things that aren’t true. It just feeds into the “fake news” narrative of right-wingers and other irrationals. Be right, not first.

It’s sad to see news reporters behaving like sports journalists. There’s a reason why sports reporters aren’t front page news reporters.

The teaching of scientific facts and historical facts is an end in itself. Time to stop justifying higher ed in relation to philistine purposes.

Robert Kraft should know from his friendship with Trump that outcall is the way to go.

3x remakes don’t merit Academy Awards.

The Public Advocate position is the soft landing spot for term limited pols.

Voir dire gives one terrifying insight into the reality of a “jury of one’s peers.”

“Progressives” need to avoid becoming caricatures of the conservative imagination.

After the ordeal

Re Marc Jacobs at New York Fashion Week: the fashion industry has always drawn inspiration from the urban street, the rural field, and the courtesan’s boudoir.

Re Jimmy Kimmel at the Emmys: the faux introduction of “Dr Bill Cosby” and the ad lib about Johnny Cochrane were the best bits. Gervaisesque, really.

Re the Labour Party leadership vote: Mr Corbyn is the Stannis Baratheon of Labour. He has a better chance of presiding over the High Table at Hogwarts than becoming Prime Minister.

As a genre, the Western is passé, especially a re-booted Western that lacks irony (“The Magnificent Seven”).

Virtual Brexit (the present state of affairs) is not to be confused with real Brexit (a future state of affairs after Ms Merkel and friends reduce the UK to a giant workhouse).

The Ryder Cup is the perfect sh*storm of commercialised, god-bothering, flag-fluffing, 1%er machismo, wrapped in polyester shirts and dad khakis.

Trigger warning

In a 1968 interview, Marcel Duchamp told Joan Bakewell that art no longer had the capacity to shock the public. Today shock is imposed on art (and all visual images), from the outside, by the professional outragetariat, thereby reducing sublime and beautiful aesthetic experiences to feelings and emotions and short-circuiting the aestheticization of life.

Dragons over King’s Landing. High Sparrow on fire. Sansa dead. Let the Game begin.

Fanfic: Carrie and Quinn foil a plot to kidnap Hodor.

Voir dire is one of the scariest things one can experience as an American citizen. One would never want to be judged by a jury made up of such peers.

One cheer for gentrification: coffeehouses and grog shops were the springboards of English greatness.

NY Republican Primary: People whose social status has been falling for decades live vicariously through the towering ego of Mr Trump. His campaign is basically following the format of reality TV. He should do well in places like Long Island, Staten Island, Buffalo, and Scores (his old haunt).

I’ve got you memorized

After the nth Republican Debate, this happened live online:

Discussant #1: Gosh what’s the collective noun for squabbling racist bigots?

Discussant #2: republicans

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For the base Republican base, “New York values” is understood to mean New York City, liberals, the liberal elite, libertines, homosexuals, blacks, latinos, uppity women, high culture, low culture, foreigners, and success. In other words, everything they hate.

Despite his thousand hours of filibusters, Mr Paul has sunk further into obscurity. Although he lacks the nuttiness of his Gold Bug father, his rigid libertarianism repeatedly failed the reality test.

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At least since The Eighteenth Brumaire of Louis Bonaparte, Katheder Marxists have had an ambivalent relationship to lumpenproles like the Bundy bandits.

It may be time to bring back loyalty oaths.

Mambo miam miam

Coney Island’s former glory was always seedy and proleish. The effort to transform it into Disneyland is ludicrous.

Mesut Özil is the Footballer of the Year.

A book of Mr Putin’s speeches will be published. Unfortunately, they will never be as influential as Mr Stalin’s book on linguistics.

Meanwhile, in merry old England: Mssrs Corbyn, McDonnell, and Milne should be aware that history’s great purgers have often found themselves purged in the end, Robespierre, Yagoda, and Yezhov among them.