President Trump’s tweet bashing Nordstrom’s for dropping his daughter Ivanka’s line of products has been compared to the vitriolic 1950 letter that President Harry Truman sent to the music critic who panned his daughter Margaret’s singing. The comparison fails on at least two grounds.
The best indicator of the reverence that the British people had toward the monarchy at that particular moment in time was the eulogy that Laurence Olivier delivered on the death of George VI, Queen Elizabeth’s father, the previous year.
Ever since the election, the alarmists have been hinting darkly that the inauguration of Donald Trump will be like the second coming of Adolf Hitler.
In fact, far from being a Hitler, President Trump is more likely to find himself to be a Gulliver—a giant tied down hand and foot by Lilliputians. Continue reading President Trump: Hitler—or Gulliver?
Meryl Steep’s Golden Globe Awards speech was as vapid, vacuous, self-important and wrong as anything to come out of liberal Hollywood. So naturally it made the front page of the New York Times.
Last month in Jerusalem, at the Church of the Holy Sepulchre, I and a small band of fellow pilgrims were privileged to view a rare artifact that has been jealously guarded by the Armenian Orthodox Church since it was discovered in 1971.