Ilana Mercer

Symbolically, the decaying Empire unveiled some of its most putrefying, pornographic cultural products in the week in which Burt Bacharach, composer of sublime pop-music, departed to the heavens. The beastly bacchanalia unfolded at the 2023 Grammys and the Super Bowel (sic) halftime hump-along, showcasing zero skill, 0 imagination, 0 talent and 0 beauty. Those vaguely familiar with my prose recognize that I’m being charitable.

Mexican crime cartels are merely filling a power vacuum willfully created by America’s elected traitors, Democrat and Republican. Criminals do what law-makers allow them to do.

It is axiomatically and self-evidently true to say that race-based differences have existed since the dawn of time.

Zelensky has no incentive to negotiate peace, quit his shabbily self-serving ‘heroics,’ now that the world’s greatest deliberative body has authorized billions for his upkeep in posterity.

A previous column, “The Hell With Hunter; Call Joe In For Hearings On Treason, Cancel The Neocons While You’re At It,” ventured that, “If the GOP were seriously working for Deplorables, and not engaged in tit-for-tat political gotcha among elites—they’d pursue First Principles driven congressional oversight.” Biden would, duly, be summonsed for a hearing not about his loathsome son’s lap top and lap dancers, but on a charge of treason against the American people.

The Republicans are investigating the Hunter “Baaaden” affair, to imitate the repetitive intonations emitted by Fox News’ Australian journalist, about the ‘Baaaden’ laptop.

Without listening to any of the other victory speeches—and without a shadow of a doubt—I’ll say that the best electoral victory address was that of Ron DeSantis, who has handily won a second term as Florida’s governor.

Edgar Allan Poe’s “The System of Dr. Tarr and Prof. Fether” tells of inmates in an asylum who overpower their wardens, tar and feather them, throw them into underground cells, and proceed to have “a jolly season of it” without them. The finer point of Poe’s short story is that, to the objective observer come to visit, there is little to distinguish lunatic from ostensibly sane overlord.

The topic was “the end of the all-male, all-white cockpit”. The context: A June 3, 2022 TV episode, in which Fox News personality Tucker Carlson beseeched viewers to look beyond the race and gender of pilots, to his or her competence. “What’s color to do with competence?” he demanded to know.

The male hormonal horror show, as told on “Tucker Carlson Tonight,” is almost 2 decades old. It unfolded to very little fanfare in 2006. As this writer first divulged in her WND column “Manly No More,” the data came courtesy of Dr. Thomas Travison and colleagues at the New England Research Institutes in Watertown, Massachusetts.