R. Emmett Tyrrell Jr. is founder and editor in chief of The American Spectator, a political and cultural monthly, which has been published since 1967.
Tyrrell founded The American Spectator (originally called The Alternative) in 1967 after receiving a master of arts in history from Indiana University, from which he also received his bachelor of arts in 1965. In 1979 Time Magazine named Emmett Tyrrell one of the 50 future leaders of America. In 1978, the U.S. Jaycees chose him as one of their "Ten Outstanding Young Americans" of the year. In 1977, he received the American Institute for Public Service's Award for the "Greatest Public Service Performed by an American 35 Years or Under." The same year, he was presented with the American Eagle Award of the Invest-In-America National Council.
Emmett Tyrrell currently serves as a member of the Academic Advisory Board of the United States Naval Academy. Emmett Tyrrell is also a member of the Japan-U.S. Friendship Commission.
When I read the other day about those cross-hatched engravings found by archaeologists in Gorham's Cave in Gibraltar being "the first known examples of Neanderthal rock art," I, of course, thought immediately of Rolling Stone magazine.
WASHINGTON -- Immediately after his telephone call consoling the Foley family on their son's grisly murder at the hands of Islamofascists, President Barack Obama took a powder.
Turning once again to what the sociologists call "coping mechanisms": There is marijuana and then there is alcohol. They are increasingly the civilized options.
WASHINGTON -- Is it not a thing of wonderment that the two leading families of the Party of the Poor and Down-and-Out are ending the summer in Martha's Vineyard? Both the Obamas and the Clintons are renting spacious mansions, probably from Wall Streeters, on that enchanted isle. They're playing golf and tennis, and -- who knows -- croquet, just like the Rockefellers or Vanderbilts. Yet do not expect them to be dining together in the moonlight. In fact, relations between them have turned downright hostile.
One would never guess who attended Dick Scaife's memorial service on the Pennsylvania countryside last week
For some reason the scandals that these books reveal never sinks into the American mind. Today, despite Bill Clinton's public record of shoddy financial deals, brutal politics and endless abuse of women, he is the most beloved of recent presidents.
It did not take all that long, when you think about it, for America's Nobel Prize-winning statesman to bring the world to a boil.
I have been vindicated! For years I have been comparing the Clinton family to the family of Warren Gamaliel Harding, our 29th president and a president of dark memory at least to most liberal historians. For me, Warren was sheer slapstick, as to some degree his modern-day equivalent was, Bill Clinton. And forget not their gruesome wives.
On the day after his 82nd birthday, on Independence Day to be precise, a giant passed away, Richard Scaife. The man had style.
My Italian adventure began last summer in Rome
A couple of weeks ago, I was lured from my customary solitary breakfast to dine with Dr. Ben Carson, the celebrated neurosurgeon and inchoate politician. He probably squirms at the appellation "politician," but I am afraid that is what he is going to be. In fact, a politician is what he will have to be if he acts upon his diagnosis of America.
Aha, Mr. Obama, how do you now like "leading from behind"?
There is lurking in the land a very treacherous threat to American freedoms, and only a handful of citizens seem to care.
Some 45 years ago, one of the era's great wits and finest writers, the Englishman, Malcolm Muggeridge, wrote about the Great Liberal Death Wish. He saw the Death Wish at work everywhere. In the liberals' appeasement of the Soviets, he saw it. In liberals' extravagant extension of the welfare state, he saw it. For a certitude, he was right.
Apropos of a 22-year-old deranged student's slaughter of his male roommates, two coeds, and another male student, as well as leaving 13 injured and in the hospital, I have been doing my research. In the courses of which, I came across this quote on the front page of Tuesday's New York Times. A second-year student in global studies at the university where the crimes were committed said in the news story's second paragraph that, "If we don't talk misogyny now, when are we going to talk about it?"
As I reflect on the "inevitable" presidential candidacy of Hillary Rodham Clinton, I try to put it in historic context. She lacks the shifty eyes, darting hither and yon at her audience and the assembled press corps.
The arrival last week of the enormous -- 829 pages! -- and laborious U.S. National Climate Assessment, a report put together by 300 American worrywarts, reminds me of a little noted fact.
What do you think of the September vote in Great Britain to decide whether Scotland shall be free of London's rule?
There is something decidedly odd about the use of racially loaded terms in America today. lack personalities use these terms on occasion, and no controversy whatsoever is attached to the event.
My telephone is not ringing off the hook. No intriguing or inquiring emails have arrived on my computer. Yet, on Friday, a document drop from the Clinton Library revealed that years ago, in the 1990s, I was at the very heart of the "vast right-wing conspiracy."