Freddy is joined by Robert Bryce, energy expert and author of Robert Bryce’s Substack, to discuss his latest mini-documentary, YACHT-ZEE$. They talk about the billionaires funding radical climate activist groups, while yachting around the world, and whether they are modern-day robber barons.
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Freddy speaks to the documentary maker Fernando Sulichin who produced Melania, soon to be released on Amazon Prime. They discuss the First Lady, how the ten days leading up to the inauguration unraveled, her relationship with Donald Trump and whether she was sidelined by the fashion industry.
Ah, the indignities of age. Over the past year I’ve suffered significant hearing loss. “Huh?” has become my favorite word and I’ve developed a strange new respect for the loonies who hear voices. Aspiring to stoicism, I informed Lucine, my wife, “When I hit 60 I figured that I was entering a stage in which the physical setbacks, some quite unexpected, would mount. So I told myself that I could either whine about it or I could accept all this with grace and good humor.” Lucine didn’t miss a beat. “Then why have you chosen to whine?” Thanks, dear! I mean no disrespect to the late Freddie Mercury when I
I once knew a man so cheap he would call my dad to report that he’d found a nickel on the pavement of the local racetrack’s parking lot. I don’t know if Jim would have stooped to conquer a penny as well – I wouldn’t put it past him – but I like to think he’d join me in lamenting the demise of the American cent, our humblest coin, burked by order of President Donald Trump at the urging of Elon Musk, neither of whom will ever be mistaken for a small-is-beautiful fan. The last Lincoln cent headed for general circulation was struck at the Philadelphia Mint in November last
The Morgan Affair in 1826 led to the first third party in American political history
I suppose I should hate this city, the Typhoid Mary of cultural imperialism
A brilliant meteor blazed through the Summer Triangle early in the show, eliciting oohs and aahs and apolitical cheers
Since democracy is dead in New York, I write in dead persons
Technically we are moving south, though I doubt we qualify as snowbirds
Despite the multitudinous sins committed against the game and its culture, I’m once again giving it the old college try
The first spade hit the dirt on July 4, 1817, near the appositely named Rome, New York
The folksinger’s lifeboat capsized far too soon
Homestand is the most anti-MLB but pro-sandlot and hick-circuit baseball book ever published
Ye gears up for a massive show in South Korea
Skipper was hyperalert, Russ vigilant but pensive
I went on a weeklong comets-and-asteroids-destroy-our-world binge
Like so many intrusions upon our liberties, it was introduced to America by war
You never know when or wherefrom these pitches are coming. I doubt that even Oscar Wilde could hit much above .500 in this league
I don’t know where the time has gone
The wonderfully idiosyncratic sporting variant achieved extraordinary popularity in rural Iowa
