Relief from the usual barrage against Dotard Trump and dancing on the political grave of Peter Mandelson: my homage to Andrew Marvell’s poem Bermudas Where the bespoke Bermudas ride On sated tourists, plumply thigh’d, And Palm Beach suitings come to greet The guaranteed sub-tropic heat, A Margarita’d
Sir, May I respectfully sympathize with you on the forthcoming ordeal of receiving Donald Trump at Windsor Castle, and offer you three practical suggestions about it? They may seem outlandish, but no possibility is too outlandish for Donald Trump. First: strict vetting of anyone Trump proposes to foist on you
The Manchurian Candidate 4.0 A fresh remake of the 1962 political thriler starring Pete Hegserh in the title role planted on the United States to reduce its miliary machine to chaos, act unconstitionallyand unlawfully and embroil it in civil conflict. Hegseth is starting to look like Lawrenc Harveythe actor
Xerxes of Asia, with a fawning court, Inky bore now ruling a huge nation Jamming its minds with enforced adulation Implanted through his daily dreary Thought. No moment when he is not hailed as great Propaganda pumped in every ear: Instant sanction for too weak a cheer No apathy allowed
Vicious but vacant with a frozen face, Lips sealed except for lies told with finality All blending evil with his own banality. Death’s bridegroom, yet he flees from her embrace. In state he sits (or could it be a double?) Mocking the fools who beg him for a boon
Drunker on ego than the strongest booze On clouds of lies he floats in toxic air No “fact” that isn’t faker than his hair: Acknowledging the “crowd” he soon will lose. Lips alternating words and grins at random, Desolate wastes of fantasy and lie, Junkyards of hate where truth
Years ago, in one of the many nadirs of a literary career in which sea level represents a zenith, I had an idea for an American teenage novel or movie and decided to study the competition. I would find a regular dismal stock scene in high school. Some toady would
The event which inspired this piece on August 15 did not in fact occur An apology the size of the Northern Hemisphere to three people in advance of the astonishing events which will make today live in history even longer than the date of Napoleon’s birthday in 1769. I
The Guardian newspaper in England reported recently on the Christian bonds between British Foreign Secretary David Lammy and Vice-President J D Vance and mentioned a plan for them to worship together at the Anglican church near Chevening, the official taxpayer-funded country residence which Lammy successfully wrested from Angela Rayner, the
The British ambassador HE Lord (Peter Mandelson), Keir Starmer’s personal choice, has been a prime exponent of the British government “asymmetric policy” of appeasement of Trump: conceal dissent from Trump from American voters but shower him regularly with tribute, thanks and flattery. Mandelson may well be the architect of
A special plea to American readers We in Britain are about to endure a state visit by Dotard Trump. It is an unprecedented and gratuitous honor to him. It is an insult to all the victims of his policies in the United States (who may well include British people) and
Every year after preparing my tax return I re-read George Orwell’s famous essay of 1946: “Why I Write.” It helps me to think again about why on earth I write. Why am I still committed to a profession whose income condemns me to indigence, resentment and jealousy? Resentment and