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.
But the truth is this: These white working-class voters have never been forgotten, while those who truly are forgotten still don’t have a voice.
If Trump really wants to speak for forgotten Americans, he would travel to the Mississippi Delta and the rural Black Belt of the American South, where conditions are so wretched and dire that even a struggling Rust Belt factory town might seem like a bountiful paradise of opportunity and wealth.
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.
It’s going to take a huge investment to bring the property up to Trump standards.
Jack London, who died one hundred years ago on November 22, is the patron saint of struggling writers.