John Derbyshire: Last Action Hero
Tuesday, April 17th, 2007
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 »
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 »
The Corner Supports Most of the Troops!
Tuesday, April 3rd, 2007
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 »
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 Scorching Dipshittery of John Derbyshire
Tuesday, March 14th, 2006
The inimitable Mister Derbyshire invites Iraqis of all stripes to refrain from cluttering his beautiful mind with their sorry gripes. MORE »
The inimitable Mister Derbyshire invites Iraqis of all stripes to refrain from cluttering his beautiful mind with their sorry gripes. MORE »
Derbyshire and the Unholy Mackerel
Friday, December 2nd, 2005
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 »
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 »








