Eugen Girin, Taki Theodoracopulos, Srdja Trifkovic, & Paul Gottfried

Relations have never been good between the conservative movement and the neocons, on the one hand, and the traditionalist, “paleo,” or far Right, on the other. Wars of words pitting National Review, Commentary, and FrumForum againstThe American Conservative, Chronicles, VDARE, and, most recently, AlternativeRight have become legendary. There are no signs that anyone thinks a rapprochement is possible or desirable.

Among other venomous things said, the mainstreamers and neocons have often accused the traditionalists of harboring “anti-Semitic” sentiments.


by Derek Turner

Last Saturday, we crossed the border, to watch Othello in the grounds of Tolethorpe Hall in Rutland, England’s smallest and most rural county.

Tolethorpe is a former manor house hidden away down winding, high-hedged lanes in quiet, remote-feeling countryside, yet it is only two miles from the handsome Lincolnshire town of Stamford. The house, which has surviving 15/16th century fleur-de-lys wall decoration, was derelict when it was purchased by the Stamford Shakespeare Company in 1977, and the attractive grounds along the River Gwash have been hosting highly-regarded open-air theatrical productions ever since.


If you're the sort who lets the fickle proclivities of film critics affect your judgment of the actual quality of movies, you've surely concluded that M. Night Shyamalan's talents have been in a state of sad and hopeless decline for nearly a decade.

The same cultural commissars who unanimously praised The Sixth Sense (1999) and generally approved of Unbreakable (2000) and Signs (2002) began to turn on their once-favored cinematic prodigy when The Village was released in 2004; since that pivotal turning point in elite collective taste, they have never looked back. It is as though the India-born, Philadelphia-raised director has committed some unforgivable cinematic sin against the Holy Ghost, as far as critics are concerned – one suspects that even if he were to deliver the next Citizen Kane or Vertigo, it would still be greeted with a sour, bitter, contemptuous hate-loogie from the representative sampling of scribblers at Rotten Tomatoes, and the kind of accompanying astronomically low "rotten" score on the "tomato-meter" usually reserved for Pauly Shore or Larry the Cable Guy joints.


by Srdja Trivkovik

Like Communism, Islam relies on a domestic fifth column -- the Allah-worshiping Rosenbergs, Philbys, Blunts, and Hisses -- to subvert the civilized world. It also relies on an army of fellow-travelers, the latter-day Sartres and Shaws in the ivory towers, on “liberal academics and opinion-makers" -- as the late Sam Francis once put it -- who "sympathize with Islam partly because it is a leading historical rival of the Western civilization they hate” and partly because they long for a romanticized and sanitized Muslim past that substitutes for the authentic Western and Christian roots they have rejected.


by Alex Kurtagic 

Many of the Muslims who come to live in the West must daily shake their heads in amazement, unable to believe how stupid Westerners are to not only give away their wealth and paradise, but actually persecute the few who dare object. Said Muslims come here as conquerors, and our political leaders, instead of defending the interests of the people they were elected to represent, provide them with every conceivable aid to expedite the conquest.


Balotelli and banana.

For most of those interested in it, the World Cup exists on two levels. First, there is the intense partisan connection that all supporters feel for their own national team—some of the deepest and occasionally darkest feelings known to man. Then there is the wider interest in the game—a more generous and objective love of the skills and stories generated by the competition, such as Germany's remarkable ability to destroy teams on the break, Diego Forlan's incredible shooting accuracy, Maradona's touchy- feely management style, and, of course, Paul the Octopus.

Typically the earlier stages of World Cups are experienced mainly on the first level, while in the latter stages—after most of the teams have been knocked out—supporters tend to broaden their appreciation and enjoy the game in a more general sense.

In my case, as the supporter of a country (Scotland) that failed even to qualify for the World Cup finals, my interest has been on the second level, except for a passing interest in seeing my country's traditional rival (England) knocked out—an aspiration that has thankfully come to pass.


by Srdja Trifkovic

On July 11, the constituent nations of Bosnia-Herzegovina -- no longer warring, but far from reconciled -- will mark the 15th anniversary of “Srebrenica.” The name of the eastern Bosnian town will evoke different responses from different communities, however. The difference goes beyond semantics. The complexities of the issue remain reduced to a simple morality play devoid of nuance and context.