Radio Derb: Trump Disgruntlement Syndrome, Trump In China, And The End Of Courtship, Etc.

01m53s — Trump Disgruntlement Syndrome. (A truly awful nomination.)

11m19s — Junketing Trump junks Trumpism. (Coolidge did it right.)

18m37s — The world is flatter. (The ChiComs lay it on thick.)

28m07s — Saudi ructions. (Is it still the oil?)

35m44s — The end of courtship? (No more flirting, leering, or winking!)

44m51s — The week’s most offputting lede. (I institute a new award.)

46m41s — A statue they won’t pull down. (For a giant of U.S. history.)

49m02s — Shouting down the national anthem. (Not ours.)

51m53s — A new frontier in political correctness. (Beneath the New York streets.)

53m53s — Signoff. (O valiant hearts.)

p>01 — Intro. And Radio Derb is on the air! Greetings, listeners, from your improbably genial host John Derbyshire, bringing you’s weekly roundup from the news wires.

Before commencing, I want to thank Paul and Mary Gottfried for last weekend’s H.L. Mencken Club conference, which went exceptionally well — and which was, Paul told me, oversubscribed. This was the club’s tenth annual conference, and I was glad to see it such a success. Congratulations to Paul, and thanks to all who attended.

I was surprised at how many Radio Derb fans I met at the conference, and even more surprised at the number of people who wanted a solution to the brainteaser at the end of my October Diary on The actual answer to the brainteaser is 116.644986 degrees; or if you want to get Babylonian about it, 116° 38′ 41.95?. I shall post a full worked solution at my personal website in a day or two.

OK, on with the motley!

02 — Trump Disgruntlement Syndrome. You have of course heard of Trump Derangement Syndrome. That manifests when, in conversation with someone, you say something approving of our President, and the party of the second part turns purple and starts shouting while lurching from side to side, with steam coming out of his ears.

I don’t of course have Trump Derangement Syndrome. One year on from Trump’s election victory, I’m still offering up libations in thanks to the gods that we got him and not the other one.

I am, though, afflicted with a distantly related condition. A character in one of P.G. Wodehouse’s stories observes of another character that, quote: “I could see that, if not disgruntled, he was far from being gruntled.” Well, Trumpwise I am that character. I