Maureen Dowd’s 1,536th column about the Clintons, although ostensibly about Mr Obama, is not one of her best.
Vichy Progressives have incorporated the Fox News modus operandi vis-a-vis Ms Clinton.
Game of Thrones will end with Arya on the Iron Throne with two house-broken dragons purring at her feet.
I’m beginning to think that like Mr Reagan, Mr Trump has early onset dementia. Or late onset dementia praecox.
Game of Thrones is life.
Arya is the best Stark.
Prince was the Last Popinjay.
Every biopic is cliche-ridden.
Hollywood Republicans are as dysfunctional as Congressional Republicans. It is a demented subculture.
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).
The Cliven Bundy-style bandits terrorizing Oregon are the face of American conservatism today: lawless, thoughtless, and anti-American.
Conservative radicalization continues without abatement.
Banditry has no constitutional protection.
The Great Purge of the Labour Party is underway. Mr Benn is being fitted for the Rykov role.
Shabby treatment of the man who has made HBO millions. The last time a genius was treated this poorly was 1616.
So Jared Leto cut his hair. We still haven’t received a satisfactory answer to the question of why Jordan can’t read?
Hunting dogs are the ISIS of the world of foxes.
Women of the world unite! You outnumber men.
Stannis Baratheon married a ginger witch, a plus in his favour. However, he’s weak and religious. And he doesn’t pay his debts.
I was fine with Littlefinger until he fell in with Sansa. Off with both their heads!
As a new season of Game of Thrones beckons, I renew my yearly plea for more Arya and dragons, and less Sansa.
I miss Schadenfreude weekends with David Moyes.
Oh Manchester City, so much to answer for.
Ms Sears will be remembered as the best fiancee in recorded history.
Eating contests (e.g., professional contestants in Major League Eating) are just what the American Founders had in mind.
Americans have always had an inferiority complex vis-a-via the British, considering the latter to be the epitome of civilization while the former have never shed their rustic manners and nouveau riche disposition. It is no wonder that the British accent is perceived to bring class and gravitas to the products of the American culture industry. Even when the accent is repressed, filtered through the lingo of the urban streets (Elba and West in The Wire), infused with brooding biker menace (Hunnam in Sons of Anarchy), or flattened into a monotone military cadence (Lewis in Homeland), the chance that it might “pop out” at any moment titillates the average American viewer. Even a fake British accent suffices: Peter Dinklage’s (Game of Thrones) career has skyrocketed largely because Americans believe he is a British actor.