|Posted on March 26, 2017 at 6:30 AM||comments (0)|
I can picture it now, Trump lying on his huge bed, Cinzano and cola in one hand, remote in the other.
“Ah, the news,” he says switching to Fox.” Let’s see what’s really happening.”
As a consequence of course he tweets regurgitated nonsense from the Murdoch stable (an organisation by the way which has frequently lied, cheated and fabricated news).
In Britain, while Prime Ministers might want the support of The Sun etc. I can’t imagine that they actually read it – or if they do , they can’t possibly believe half of it, and certainly don’t quote dodgy news stories implicating the former President, the FBI and MI6. Indeed, if all we had to go on was The Sun, most of the victims of the Hillsborough disaster would have been arrested by now.
So, Mr Trump, why not mix a little cocktail of your own – one part Fox, one part RT and one part thought.
|Posted on January 8, 2017 at 11:15 AM||comments (0)|
It is a wonder that America did not think of it before.
Trump is the first honest-to-goodness businessman ever elected to the highest office in a Nation that prides itself on enterprise and is the Global Beacon of Capitalism.
And at long last the USA has a president not tied to vested interests. He has paid his own way to the Presidency and, while a few favours might be called in, is beholden to no-one except the voters , and certainly not Vladimir Putin.
The USA has given us presidents who were Lawyers, Crooks, Farmers, Football Players, Movie Stars and Generals, all them more or less Professional Politicians and beholden not only to the electorate, the financiers and the influence-mongers but to the Party that put them there.
This time it is President Trump who has put the Republican Party where it is now, and in the words of CJ, he
“ … didn't get where [he is] today without recognising Success City Arizona* when I see it."
Trump, I venture to suggest, has the makings of a successful President (I am surprised to hear myself say). He can, within the limits of his power and with prudence, do what he wants, and that may be considered a success in itself.
But is he a Psychopath?
I ask this only because I am interested in Psychopaths and they pop up everywhere and are, in their own terms are pretty successful. No matter that they can wreck the place in the process, a psychopath has a fierce edge when it comes to Business amongst other things. Politics, War – this is where the above average Psycho can flourish, bringing all their initiative, flair for manipulation and single-minded ambition to aggrandise themselves, whilst incidentally** slaughtering millions and running amok in general all with the imprimatur of The State.
I don’t know if Trump is this sort, or any sort of psychopath, but I imagine Putin is. Otherwise his bare-chested posturing in the woods would seem somewhat ridiculous if her weren’t at least a bona fide Double-0.
* Successville USA
** Hitler seemed to revel in destruction as much as construction, so he may be an exception.
|Posted on January 6, 2017 at 6:00 AM||comments (0)|
Two nuclear armed nations negotiate
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Interested in swearing, smoking, spanking and the theatre?
Then this is the book for you!
Tynan met almost everyone who’s anyone, noting it all down in his diary...
Best known for being a theatre critic, the first person to say ‘f**k’ on British TV, and the force behind the sex review O Calcutta! “(O Calcutta!” is an Anglo-Saxon bastardisation of the French “O, quel cul t’as!”, he was precocious and literary, and somewhat theatrical, adopting an idiosyncratic manner of smoking the many cigarettes that eventually killed him, holding each between the first and last two fingers. He liked spanking and bottoms, and at the National Theatre worked alongside Lord Olivier for many years. He was married. with a girlfriend and died somewhat prematurely of emphysema.
OXFORD AND AFTER
Tynan studied English Literature at Oxford under the supervision of C.S. Lewis, (of Narnia fame), a convert and proselytizer of Christianity. In the Diaries Tynan often makes reference to Lewis, fondly remembering his kindness and wisdom.
Having already made something of a name at his school (as a dramatist and actor), Oxford helped him put the finishing touches to his theatrical reputation, which was then only enhanced by his often acerbic dramatic criticism and his co-production of the ground-breaking sex-revue Oh! Calcutta!
Other than writing for The New Yorker a number of well-received portraits of various luminaries (Groucho Marx, Johnny Carson and Mel Brooks amongst others), his greatest achievement seems to have been as dramaturge (a kind of in-house critic) of the newly-established National Theatre, alongside its director Lawrence Olivier.
WORK, COLLEAGUES & FRIENDS
As well as being fascinating about himself, Tynan gives accounts of many of the famous people he knew and worked with, sometimes retelling others’ anecdotes, not least Marlene Dietrich’s story about going to bed with Jack Kennedy.
There are numerous stories and pen-portraits of famous actors and directors, from both the British stage and Hollywood, few of them very flattering. Pinter, John Osborne, Warren Beatty and Vivien Leigh all get a mention. Really, the list of stars is too long to note here, but almost anyone who was anyone figures.
He is also interesting about other less well-known figures, such as a an old friend he suspects of being a CIA agent, and a young women he shelters, knowing her to be a West German terrorist.
DISAPPOINTMENTS AND MONEY WORRIES
Despite his high-standing and well-deserved reputation as a critic, Tynan reveals himself as a rather disappointed man, growing increasingly lazy, disenchanted and frustrated. He writes less and less (the Diaries become his main literary outlet) and fails to produce the film he is keen to work on (mainly due to the failure of various ‘investors’ to put their money where there mouth is – most notably John Paul Getty Jnr).
Anxiety about his work rate and sense of achievement is equalled only by money worries (Martin Landau, the actor and film director) takes forever and a day to return borrowed money. Nevertheless, he spends money he does not have on a fairly luxurious lifestyle – buying a Jag, hosting exclusive parties where he provides very fine food and wine, as well as gustatory trips to French Michelin-starred restaurants.
His sexual preferences are for S&M, mainly spanking, which he indulges in with a girlfriend (and others) whilst married to his more ‘normal’ wife (who herself has affairs). But rather than coming across as a member of the dirty mac brigade, he portrays himself as a something of a sexual revolutionary, attempting through his theatre work and in his private life to liberate himself and others. He, however, never entirely frees himself from a sense of guilt with respect to his sexual ‘perversions’.