Jeffrey St. Clair

ante himself couldn't have found a better spot in Hell to deposit James Dolan, maybe the worst owner in all of professional sports (and that's really saying something), than to lock him in a box next to a farting, snoring, grunting Donald Trump as 24,000 Knicks fans jeer and boo them both, while watching his team lose to the young San Antonio Spurs, over and over again, night after night for all eternity...

ante himself couldn't have found a better spot in Hell to deposit James Dolan, maybe the worst owner in all of professional sports (and that's really saying something), than to lock him in a box next to a farting, snoring, grunting Donald Trump as 24,000 Knicks fans jeer and boo them both, while watching his team lose to the young San Antonio Spurs, over and over again, night after night for all eternity... More

All my means are sane, my motive and my object mad. ― Herman Melville, Moby-Dick or, The Whale I remember when Woodward and Bernstein's description in

All my means are sane, my motive and my object mad. ― Herman Melville, Moby-Dick or, The Whale I remember when Woodward and Bernstein’s description in Final Days of Nixon wandering the halls of the West Wing late at night having drunken conversations with the portraits of FDR, Jefferson and Lincoln, seemed such an inconceivable More

I remember when Woodward and Bernstein’s description in Final Days of Nixon wandering the halls of the West Wing late at night having drunken

+ I excavated my way through Ron Chernow’s bulging, semi-woke (by the standards of the Texas Schoolbook Commission) biography of George Washington. I

When it can be said by any country in the world, my poor are happy, neither ignorance nor distress is to be found among them, my jails are empty of

“The American mirror, said the voice, the sad American mirror of wealth and poverty and constant useless metamorphosis, the mirror that sails and whose

ICE has killed again. This time in Houston. Once again, ICE shot and killed someone in their car. Once again, ICE claims the shooting was justified. That

Lindsey Graham said he would die with Israel and it has come to pass. One of the weirdest characters in US politics, Graham's career was consistent in only one respect: war was his solution to any diplomatic problem. He had the mentality of a red-scare Cold Warrior in a time when the Cold War had ended. But Graham couldn't relinquish his toxic animus for Russia, even as Russia embraced US-style gangster capitalism, imperialist ambitions and religious prudery. As a political figure, Graham was a senator in search of a father figure. First, he latched on to John McCain, almost to the point of slavish mimicry. But McCain at least enjoyed the appearance of independence, occasionally bucking his own party (largely because he craved the media spotlight that came with a performative "maverick") and had a perverse sense of humor, even if his barbs were usually at the expense of a rival. Graham was humorless. His only rhetorical talent was for invective. Graham's own media appearances came off as bombast with a bullhorn. His voice evinced none of the seductive qualities of the southern gentility, in whose political tradition he attempted to adorn himself. Graham's voice, especially when excited, had a shrill, shrieking-like quality that often verged on hysteria. His speeches alienated, even frightened, more than they won over.