Frothy British Tory and leisurely National Review writer John “Salad Days” Derbyshire, most famous for being a pervert and excoriating students at Virginia Tech for not properly defending themselves against that gunman, has a new book coming out, just like every other asshole. Within this anger-pamphlet is a section called, “The Case Against Female Suffrage.” Radio host and aged goblin carcass Alan Colmes recently asked Derbyshire to explain this section. Why does he hate nice ladies so much? Any other historic civil rights achievements he wants to dial back? etc. MORE »

There must’ve been something else in the news Tuesday, because we totally missed this sorta interesting hearing before the Senate Armed Services Committee about reinstating the draft. MORE »

When last we read charming old pervert John Derbyshire, he was advocating the execution of the British naval hostages for treason. Today, of course, he’s calling the students of Virginia Tech cowards. MORE »

John Derbyshire, known for his keen interest in adolescent girls and for mentioning, quite often, that he is English, has a few thoughts on this whole British sailor mess: MORE »

The inimitable Mister Derbyshire invites Iraqis of all stripes to refrain from cluttering his beautiful mind with their sorry gripes. MORE »

We’ve always known there was something a little funny in the water they drink over at the National Review’s Corner. The current bruhaha centers on opera-loving John Derbyshire’s recent proclamation that women have their “salad days” between 15-20 and thus he is not interested in seeing Jennifer Aniston’s melons. (Perhaps this should rightly be called a boob-haha.) Andrew Sullivan has folded this assertion about genetic programming into an argument about homosexuality — always appropriate when talking about pro-buggery (the word) Derbyshire. It’s gotten rather heated and we’re sure Hitler will be invoked soon. We, however, were stopped in our tracks by this latest salvo from “The Derb”:

What I desire to do to your sputtering reader involves his/her front lawn, some rope, a few small tent-pegs, and a dump-truck full of wet mackerel. My guess would be that acting on this desire would be illegal in more than 47 of the 50 states.

Forget 15-year-olds. Mackerel? That’s kinky. MORE »