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Vdh Sends It Over The Fence


I know we’re not supposed to advertise each other’s stuff, but I must say I
think Vic Davis Hanson hits it over the fence this morning. For brief but
masterly geopolitical analysis, this piece is hard to beat. I hope someone
in the Administration reads VDH.

Senator Sterling (I., Goonies)


Occassional NRO contributor Kevin Cherry e-mails:

Please tell Jonah that he should not fret so about Mr. Sterling. The dude was the older brother in the Goonies. No one will take him seriously. The only thing of note he did in the movie was make out with Kerri Green (which is, I suppose, something of distinction). The heroics were carried out by the other people. So this is sort of Clintonian: He’ll act all cool, talk a lot, get the girl, and leave the work to everyone else.
P.S. One of the other Goonies (Corey Feldman) is now on the WB’s Celebrity
Hottub, or whatever they’re calling it. Can’t take them too seriously.




Rich: That piece you commissioned from me on beach erosion in the
Bahamas–I shall need to be over there a few weeks longer than we agreed…
And that thing where I’m going to be interviewing Gwyneth Paltrow in a hot
tub–her people said, whatever date suits us… Not sure when I’ll be able
to get started on the new restaurant review column, though…

Web Briefing: October 24, 2014

U.S. Pow in Iraq?



Jonah’s Next Project


Rich, be nice to Jonah. I think to make up for his gustatorial purgatory, you should send him to France for a foretaste of culinary heaven. Besides which, we’d get a hilarious story re: Jonah vs. The French, ending with him making peace with his Francophobia over a shared love of dogs and Camembert. Meanwhile, I’m hearing that al-Qaeda may be secreting weapons away in the wine caves of the Loire Valley, and I’m thinking you should put me on the next plane out to investigate. Or perhaps I can look into how the beer-brewing monasteries of Belgium are weathering the scandal in the American Catholic Church. Your call, bro.



Jonah, my next assignment is an article on the first few months of the new GOP administration in Hawaii, based on extensive on-site reporting. “Get the next plane out there, Miller,” said Rich this morning in a phone conversation. “I don’t care what it costs or how long it takes–we need this story, and you’re the man to write it!”

Psycho Drama


The forthcoming issue of NR features several stories on North Korea, including my own on how the Stalinism of Kim Jong Il has sparked a refugee crisis. It’s based upon the harrowing story of a young woman who escaped North Korea, survived a terrible three-year ordeal in China, and finally made it to Seoul. Her NR interview was the first time she had ever spoken to the press, and she’s a powerful witness to a charter member of the Axis of Evil, plus its big buddy next door. Two web sites were very helpful for background research: the Chosun Journal, and this report from Human Rights Watch. Anybody who wants to learn more about what these poor people are suffering through should check out these sites.

Japanese Seizure Robots


By clicking on this link I agree not to sue National Review, Jonah Goldberg or any of their dependents or employees for any stroke, seizure or other brainfreezing incident.

Lomborg Responds


The Skeptical Environmentalist defends himself here.

I Hadn’t Clicked On Jonah’s Link to This Earlier


This G-Phile blog site is creepy, dude. THEY’RE WATCHING YOU, MAN! And, if my inbox is any indication, there are hoardes that want to cook you a large meat-filled meal if Rich ever allows it. They also suggest Rich pay for it. And, Jessica and Cosmo are USUALLY invited.

Deathless Prose


Good grief! I have just found out by accident that all these blatherings on
The Corner are ARCHIVED FOR EVER and can be retrieved by Google. Oh my God!
Try typing the following into Google, for instance: “lula penis urdu
derbyshire.” Time to leave the country… No, wait–Google is world-wide!!

Derb in Nrodt


Actually, it’s 0.5 of a column, alternating with Rick Brookhiser. Like
Rick’s, it’s to be a freestyle column. The only constraints imposed by the
noble editor are: No arcane references to 1970s National Lampoon
features, the barest minimum of references to Monty Python sketches
(preferably with none at all to Johann Gambolputty de von Ausfern-
schplenden- schlitter- crasscrenbon- fried- digger- dingle- dangle- dongle-
dungle- burstein- von- knacker- thrasher- apple- banger- horowitz-
ticolensic- grander- knotty- spelltinkle- grandlich- grumblemeyer-
spelterwasser- kurstlich- himbleeisen- bahnwagen- gutenabend- bitte- ein-
nurnburger- bratwustle- gernspurten- mitz- weimache- luber- hundsfut-
gumberaber- shonedanker- kalbsfleisch- mittler- aucher von Hautkopft of Ulm
), nothing about Chelsea Clinton, and NO USAGE OF THE B-WORD. Those who
understand, will understand.

Oh, Come On!


Dreher gets sent to Holland. Miller gets to go play with cool stuff at NORAD. Now Derbyshire gets a column in the magazine. And all I get from Rich is some oblique fatwah about extending my banishment to soyland? What the Hell is that? What’s next? Ponnuru gets assigned an in depth-expose on the mis-use of rum at Club Meds? Maybe when my soy-fiesta is over, Rich will let me write a first “hand” story on the sorry state of proctological medicine in Third World countries. I say it again: Rich Lowry is a terrible, terrible person.

Translation Questions


The Wall Street Journal has an article today on translation issues
in medical offices (“For Ill Immigrants, Doctors’ Orders Get Lost in
Translation,” Jan 9, 2003) which hints at the expense of HREF=””>Clinton Executive
Order 13166

Proof that there is no pleasing some people may be found in this complaint
from a Bosnian woman regarding the accents of her interpreters:

Hataija Pehlic, a Bosnian woman of 50, suffers from depression. At St.
Luke’s Hospital in 2000, she was served by a succession of phone
interpreters on a squawk box for two hours a day during a month of
They spoke a common language, “but I felt really bad,” Ms. Pehlic says
through one of Ms. Brown’s interpreters. “They had different accents” —
accents, that is, of Serbians and Croatians, the enemies who had killed her
son and driven her husband to suicide during the Balkan bloodshed of the 1990s.

The Journal is conducting a poll:

“Should doctors be required to provide non-English-speaking patients with

You can vote HREF=”″>here.

Memo From Brussels



I watched your “debate” from home in Brussels (don’t ask, I’m not proud of it myself), and I urge you to get a tape from CNN just so you can see the look on your face when they cut to you after he went on the long rant about the US being complicit in 9/11. Superb reaction, or had the stupidity finally stunned you into silence?

As for the tattoo, I saw something as well but couldn’t make it out. But now that I know what I’m looking for I’ll look more closely next time. Next time, you ask? Of course. This guy is constantly on TV here in Europe. The European media, and CNNI in particular, looooves interviewing him to prove that even ex-US Marines oppose the dictatorial president Bush. Sigh.

Derb’s New Nr Column


Derb fans should know that he has a new column in the print mag. Only one way to see it.

This Reader...


…in an e-mail to Jonah–cc’ed to me–raises an excellent point. The only possible solution, I regret to say, is for Jonah to stay vegan longer. And since it was to Jonah, I’m going to space it out:

subject: Veggie article doomed to fail! Sorry.
Jonah, I was a vegetarian for 11 years, vegan for one. It is difficult and it is — for most — a gradual transition. I know you will write a good article. I suspect it will be funny, but it won’t be real. Comparable to choosing an acetic, monastic life out of zeal and vocation and losing a bet, I’d say.



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Hank Williams Biography


Sincere thanks to all readers who responded to my bleg on this. After
careful consideration & some simple counting, I have ordered the following
two from Abebooks: Hank Williams: the Biography_and Snapshots from the
Lost Highway, both by veteran pop chronicler Colin Escott.

Re: Derb Day


OK, read the Preface. I never really know whether I _should_ read prefaces.
A lot of people tell me: “Oh, I never read prefaces, prologues,
introductions, all that front matter. If the book itself is no good, what
difference will the preface make?” On the other hand, I like Dr. Johnson’s
principle: Figure out what the author is trying to do, then form a judgment
about whether he did it or not, and how well. If he tells you in the
preface what he’s trying to do, that saves you guessing. There is also a
school of thought that says one should read the body of the book first,
then go back and see how well the preface fits… OK, OK, whatever:
starting in on Chapter 1. Uh-oh, wait a minute, got to pick up kids from
bus stop…


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