Napalm, the sticky sweetheart of 20th-century warfare, is having a moment again—though not the kind that comes with candle-lit dinners. From the charred outskirts of Kharkiv to the scorched orchards of Gaza, its descendants—thermobaric goulash, white-phosphorus flambé, and the ever-popular Mark 77 cocktail—are being ladled out by generals who insist, with the sincerity of a…
To the untrained eye, Peter Mandelson is merely a British peer in a succession of bespoke suits—tailor’s bills paid, one assumes, by the same mysterious offshore account that funds half the House of Lords’ dry-cleaning. Yet from Beijing boardrooms to Brussels back-channels, his silhouette keeps popping up like a well-dressed glitch in the matrix. Mention…
The Landman Cometh: How a Mild-Mannered Leasing Agent Became the World’s Most Wanted Middleman By Dave’s International Affairs Desk Mention the word “landman” in Houston and you’ll be offered a bourbon and a non-disclosure agreement. Whisper it in the Niger Delta and someone will check for drones. Say it at a Berlin climate summit and…
Washington, D.C. – Another intern has gone missing from the marble corridors of power, and the global village is once again pretending to be shocked. The body of 22-year-old Maya Patel, a British-Indian dual national who had been fetching coffee for a Senate subcommittee on something-or-other, was found early Tuesday in Rock Creek Park, that…
