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Margot Darby on the Subway with Criswell

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Margot Darby on the Subway with Criswell, not a gentleman.

They Finally Laid Me Off

International Megabank, formerly the Megabank Holdings Group, and before that Mega Turnblot Solomon Capital Markets Inc (I created the logos for all), finally got around to laying me off on January 17, 2008.

This was a long time coming--say, seven or eight years. I would have got the axe earlier but I was being paid so little it probably didn't seem worth their while to make the effort. You know--like that 7-dollar-a-month online periodical that you signed up for five years ago and never read.

Throughout my career there my contempt for the place was palpable. Yet I cherished the thought that I was inside a big, big whale that would never drown, because whales never drown (do they?). I should have caught the warning signs last summer when International Megabank's stock dropped from 60 to 50 to 40 in the course of six weeks. This was long before the shady-mortgage crisis had made its way to the front pages. Since then International Megabank's stock has gone to 20, and every…

The Movie Was Better

Two years now, and I have been stalled on the novel I drafted 3-4 years ago, decided was unwieldly, and decided to tighten up. "Decided" here means I had a velleity to tighten it up into a swiftly moving current of irresistible reading pleasure. I did not do this, though I still fully intend to.

The story was simple enough. At a young age, though not a particularly tender one (who's tougher than a 14-15 year-old, I ask you) I was dragooned into being a panelist on a proposed kiddie show in New York. The writer/producer of this kiddie show seemed to have impeccable credentials. He had been a writer for two well-known daytime television programs, one an NBC game show and the other an intellectual children's show syndicated out of Boston by WGBH-TV. Soon after I was invited to join the cast, it became obvious to me that our impresario was a confused pederast who had brought me aboard as a sort of "beard." All the other kids involved in the show were boys--boys…
How I Was Fired By Bill Buckley
by Joseph Sobran
[Exposure of Bill Buckley as a Closet Zionist and Fake Conservative]In October 1993 I was fired by National Review, the magazine I'd written for since 1972. It wasn't unexpected. Bill Buckley had threatened to fire me a couple of years earlier, and he writes in his book In Search of Anti-Semitism that he'd nearly fired me on yet another occasion, of which I'd had no inkling. So this time, when I wrote a column critical of him and disputing his account, it was a near certainty that the axe would fall.Since my firing, Bill has privately circulated a selection of our private correspondence -- some of it deeply affectionate on my part -- and my columns about him. I have only one real quarrel with it: it's not in chronological order. This has the effect of making me look like a hypocrite for professing affection privately while publicly attacking him.The critical fact is that my letters and columns praising him were written…

Our Itinerary, April 2005

a good time was had by all
I see my distant cousin by marriage, Camilla Parker-Bowles, is seriously considering marrying the Prince of Wales. There are several downside considerations here:
1) The guy is old old old. Camilla is old too but she could get a young guy if she wanted to.
2) The guy is never going to be king. This may be an advantage romantically, but we have to face the fact that his failure to become king shows lack of character, a weakness so clearly displayed in his reaction to Prince Harry's romp in the 'Nazi' fancy-dress affair.
3) Her new mother-in-law, Lilibet, is a royal pain in the butt and shows no sign of kicking off. If Charles had more spunk, he'd arrange a convenient "accident" for the royal mum, as was arranged for ex-wife Diana and her dusky consort, Dodi. (At least we now know Charles wasn't behind that Paris tragedy. Good on yer, Chuck.)
4) Camilla's only going to be Princess Consort, HRH Princess of Cornwall or somesuch offbeat place. If I were Camill…
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Now Malcolm Gladwell Says He's English
New MG sighting in the FT! A pretty Ferguson ink-and-colorwash of him in a v-neck jumper and t-shirt, with a baby face and not too much hair. He's the subject of the Financial Times's weekend interview, where you are given the restaurant's menu along with the subject's opinions. This is a very different Gladwell from the one we had before. For one thing, he is no longer Canadian (as everyone else has reported). No, he's English. Or says he is. At least he was born there but his parents left for race reasons. Right, so they went to Canada? What am I missing here? Malcolm likes to eat hamburgers at the Savoy in SoHo, where he wrote most of his new book, Blink. That's a nice homey touch. But he continues to parlay the tired line about his afro, which we've seen in at least two other interviews. He says he grew his hair out as an experiment, and found that he was being stopped by cops when driving, and often pulled out …