If you squint from the balcony of the foreign correspondents’ club in Phnom Penh, Megyn Kelly looks less like a person and more like a weather vane: whichever way she spins, a continent of television executives twitches. From Tokyo’s NHK to Nairobi’s KTN, programmers monitor her latest pirouette to gauge what remains permissible on the…
In the same week that the Arctic registered its first 2 °C above-normal ocean temperature and a Swiss banker was caught using carrier pigeons to smuggle bearer bonds, the Daily Mail—fleet-footed, fluorescent, and forever indignant—managed to make both stories about house prices in Kent. This is not merely a British eccentricity; it is a global…
Who Called Charlie Kirk Ignorant—and Why the Whole Planet Should Pretend to Care By Our Correspondent on the Perpetual Lecture Circuit PARIS—In the grand bazaar of global indignation, few stalls attract longer queues than the one labeled “Stupidity Allegations, American Edition.” This week the vendor of honor was Charlie Kirk, the 30-year-old U.S. conservative influencer…
Piers Morgan, the human Twitter ratio in a Savile Row suit, has spent the last thirty years performing the geopolitical equivalent of lighting a cigarette in a fireworks factory and then complaining about the noise. His latest incarnation—professional indignation merchant on TalkTV and whatever streaming platform hasn’t yet blocked his push notifications—offers a neat parable…
Candace Owens: the accidental export America never meant to ship PARIS—Every country has its ideological souvenirs, those little cultural knick-knacks that somehow slip past customs and end up cluttering foreign living-room shelves. France sends existential dread disguised as perfume; Britain still mails packets of colonial nostalgia in the form of Downton Abbey box sets. The…
Laura Ingraham: America’s Favorite Export of Manufactured Outrage Hits the Global Market By a Correspondent Who Has Seen Angrier Sunrises in Cheaper Countries Somewhere between the koi ponds of Davos and the karaoke bars of Seoul, an odd export from the United States has quietly gone viral: Laura Ingraham, the Fox News host whose nightly…
The Last King of Cable: Bill O’Reilly’s Global Afterglow By our man in the departure lounge, still waiting for the apocalypse They say every empire exports its worst habits first. If that’s true, Bill O’Reilly was the 21st-century equivalent of sending smallpox-infected blankets overseas: a loud, indignant comforter stuffed with self-certainty and manufactured grievance. From…
Stacey Williams and the Algorithmic Afterlife By Our Correspondent, Somewhere over the Mid-Atlantic In the grand bazaar of global notoriety, where reputations are bartered for clicks and redemption arcs are sold by the pound, one name has lately been passed from Lagos group chats to Berlin newsrooms with the hushed urgency usually reserved for currency…
Jesse Watters and the Global Export of Performative Outrage A field report from the international desk By the time Jesse Watters’ latest prime-time monologue ricocheted from a Fox studio in Midtown Manhattan to a phone screen in Lagos, then to a bar television in Warsaw, and finally to a group-chat in Manila, the clip had…
