Sorry to Bother You explains.
But they should be more transparent about their rules.
David Frye's Walls is written in a brisk pop style, sometimes too aggressively un-academic.
A dove with one wing can’t fly.
When the press goes down on dead presidents.
Assuming Trump won just because of racism is the wrong path to victory for the Democrats.
The GOP needs to change, or keep suffering embarrassing losses.
Times columnists shocked by absence of ideology in Trump supporters are light years behind the times.
Vice President Spiro Agnew was doing Trumpism back in 1969.
Kavanaugh’s confirmation is troubling for what it might mean for the future of church/state separation.
Appreciate the fresh air while you still have it.
Saudi Arabia isn't the only country where writers are in danger.
A review of Richard Brookhiser’s John Marshall, and double majoring in history.
Trump doesn't appear to have developed a taste for homicide.
Liberals on Cheney and Texas.
These concepts apply to nothing in the world; they’re propaganda or the merest ideology.
What can happen if you’re only concerned about anti-Semitism on the Right.
John Simon schooled Mort Sahl back when talk shows were great.
I still compromise my values in order to get other people’s approval.
Government bureaucracy creates a wall between citizens and opportunity, restitution, and basic rights.
Many left-of-center people are unable to think rationally.
Halloweens past and present; busybody schoolmarms; and a strange New York Times article about the Red Sox.
Recorded in 1990 by David Hoffman.
Rotten apples: political partisans leap to interpret (far too many) polls for their side. A meaningless exercise.
The value of restaurant reviews and Bret Stephens’ warning to Democrats.
The armchair online mob has finally bested traditional journalism for pure slime.
The prescience of a 1969 junior high student in Huntington, NY. (Definitely not me.)
Ain’t nothin’ like the real thing. It’s silly to take New York Times at face value on “Anonymous.”
Newspapers plead to be relevant. Why didn’t publishers think of that in 1999?
Bret Stephens is just as confused about Trump as everyone else. And The Nation’s skid continues.