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Europe, like lovely, liberal Canada, does not believe in the death penalty for criminals. Only for victims.

There is a term which sums up the madness that New York is engaging in when it comes to the illegal migrants: “Luxury beliefs.”

Ernest Dowson is a little-remembered poet whose language of love and loss we will never forget.

We seem to expect everybody – or almost everybody – in public life to have the sexual history of an especially devoted nun.

The former secretary of state and current “climate czar” looked most unhappy yesterday as he appeared before a congressional hearing.

Poet Philip Larkin led a miserable life. Yet he conjured the divine.

Naturally, at this stage we have to say that not all migrants are rapists or terrorists. But if you have open borders and no checks on who is arriving, a certain uptick in rape and other crimes will inevitably occur.

Ben & Jerry’s urged people to “recognize that the US exists on stolen Indigenous land and commit to returning it.”

Elizabeth Barrett Browning’s love poem is famous. But her own love story is just as legendary.

Time and time again, this country’s most innocent pleasures are made grist for the modern grievance mill. I’ve had more than enough

When he sticks to the teleprompter he reads it with an air of suspicion, as if he knows this thing has tripped him up before and he’s darned if he’s going to let it do it again. Yet it is when Joe goes off-script that all surrounding eyes widen with fear.

But the closer it comes to the Democratic Party having to confirm their candidates, the less likely it looks like 80-year-old Biden will be running.