Nathan Gill, the Welsh MEP who once looked like the only man in Brussels who could out-bore a chartered-accountant convention, has resurfaced as the poster-child of polite Euroscepticism—proof that even a man who resembles a damp spreadsheet can still rattle the chandeliers of the Berlaymont. From the fjords of Norway to the karaoke bars of…
Kimberly Guilfoyle, the American political commentator whose surname sounds like a brand of discount cologne, has transcended mere domestic notoriety to become a curious specimen of late-imperial pageantry. From Manila to Milan, observers watch her performative patriotism with the same detached fascination usually reserved for slow-motion train derailments or North Korean parades—equal parts horror and…
**Reform UK: Britain’s Latest Political Hobby Horse Rides Again** By the time the rest of the planet had digested the news that the United Kingdom had coughed up yet another right-wing pressure valve calling itself a party, the pound had already shrugged, Brussels had yawned, and the bookmakers had shortened the odds on “Who cares?”…
Blue Labour’s Globe-Trotting Cassandra: Why Maurice Glasman Haunts Every Populist, From Detroit to Doha By our man in the departure lounge If you’ve never heard of Maurice Glasman, congratulations—you’ve been sleeping more soundly than most of the world’s political consultants. The mild-mannered academic from London Metropolitan University has become the ideological Typhoid Mary of post-liberal…
Laure Ferrari and the Fine Art of Disappearing in Plain Sight By our cynical correspondent in Brussels It takes a special kind of talent to vanish from the European Parliament while still technically occupying a seat. Laure Ferrari—yes, that Ferrari, the one who once compared the EU to a “concentration camp run by vegetarians”—has spent…
Trump Truth Goes Global: The Export of an All-American Hallucination By L. Mortensen, International Correspondent In the quaint pre-2016 era, “truth” was still a reasonably boring commodity, shipped like wheat or iron ore from accredited capitals to grateful provinces. Then Donald J. Trump slapped a gold-plated label on the crate and rebranded it “Truth,” complete…
GB News: Britain’s Gift to the Global Misinformation Economy By Our Man in the Departure Lounge, Watching the World Burn in HD LONDON—In the beginning, there was the BBC: clipped vowels, stiff upper lips, and the faint smell of empire politely dying. Then came Sky, CNN International, Al Jazeera, and a parade of glossy pan-regional…
Argentina: The World’s Most Consistently Unpredictable Soap Opera By: A Correspondent Who Learned Long Ago Never to Bet Against a Country That’s Already Bankrupt Twice Before Lunch Buenos Aires cafés still smell of burnt sugar and desperation, which is convenient because the IMF is currently asking for both back—preferably in dollars. While the rest of…
Nigel Farage: The Man Who Weaponised Nostalgia and Won the World’s Attention By Dave’s Locker International Desk The planet’s pundits spent years dismissing him as a pint-sized sideshow in pin-stripe, yet Nigel Farage has quietly become the Brexit Age’s answer to Rasputin: apparently un-killable, faintly perfumed by beer foam, and still pulling strings long after…
