Why Didn’t I Know About This Guy?

A wretch of a middle-aged man living in poverty in a slum in Paris absents himself for a week or two on a regular basis. He comes to the attention of the police who discover that whenever he returns from one of these trips that he invariably burns a small fortune in currency in his room.  Trying to get to the bottom of this inexplicable behavior a police inspector shadows the man and sees him purchase a cheap suitcase.  So guessing that the fellow is about to leave on another one of his mysterious journeys the inspector enters the store just after the man has left and buys an identical bag.

Following the subject on a train to Belgium the police inspector switches suitcases. The man now carrying the inspector’s bag walks to a poor part of the city and engages a hotel room in a rundown hotel.  The inspector obtains the adjoining room and studies him through the keyhole whereupon the man opens the suitcase, sees the newspapers the inspector has stashed in there in there instead of his own property, pulls out a revolver and shoots himself dead before the policeman can intervene.

The inspector then opens the man’s suitcase and discovers that it contains only an old cheap suit of local manufacture that does not fit the man. Could have never fit the man.


Welcome to the world of Georges Joseph Christian Simenon (1903-1989) and his creation Inspector Jules Maigret. Simenon wrote hundreds of books, three to four a year, but for a lover of whodunits it’s his Maigret series which really matter – unbelievably inventive openings, writing shorn of any emotion, just Maigret’s dogged pursuit of the truth and a surprise ending which the inspector sometimes just lets unfold on its own.  In other words: a lot of fun,

How did I never know about this guy until last month when my daughter gave me an anthology as a gift?

Well he was from Belgium and wrote in French but the translations are marvelous. As far as I know none of his books were adapted for the Hollywood screen and I don’t talk to other people who are into whodunits the way I am, I’m just into them, the way I am – it doesn’t bear any discussion.

Jonah Goldberg Stews

I used to enjoy Jonah Goldberg but his bitterness over Trump’s rise long ago became tiring.  He’s still stewing – read his latest here.  Although I do have to admit he’s an accomplished snark.

With a considerable amount of staying power.

On A Liberal Arts Education

Read Glenn Fairman in American Thinker here.

“And if we have learned anything from this vast transfer of wealth, it is that an expensive dumbed down liberal arts education only increases the difficulty of dynamiting the entitled little bastards out of the basement before we qualify for Medicare.”

Bullet Points About After The Election

Rich Lowry had an op-ed in The New York Post on November 10th entitled Obama’s main legacy: the collapse of the Democratic Party.  But after what he tried to do to stop Trump and his reader’s response perhaps somebody should write one entitled Rich Lowry’s main legacy: the collapse of National Review.


The staging never stops. Touching photo of Hillary accidentally bumping into a  mother and child on a hiking trail ( Hillary able to hike?) in New York.  Only it turns out the young mother is the daughter of a major Hillary contributor.  Then touching photos of children chalking messages of support on the sidewalk outside Hillary’s Brooklyn headquarters.  But can anyone imagine an eight year old in Scarsdale asking “Mom can you drive me to Brooklyn so that I can chalk a message of love to Hillary on the sidewalk?”


We should again ask ourselves why Leftist rioters smash and burn best in their own Liberal precincts. I believe it’s because they feel safe there. After all it’s difficult to imagine a couple of dozen courageous anti-Trump rioters leaving Manhattan, which did vote for Hillary, and transferring their affections to Biloxi Mississippi which did not but in which, nearly every citizen owning a glass fronted shop on Main Street is armed to the teeth.


Thanks to a public spirited informant in Obama’s White House we have obtained a transcript of the conversation occurring at the moment the below photo was taken:


Michelle Obama: Well Melania I hoped you have enjoyed the tour of the Executive Mansion I gave you?

Melania Trump: Oh yes Michelle and I can’t wait to move in.

Michelle Obama: Is that so?

Melania Trump: Yes, you might not believe it but for our entire married life Donald and I have been roughing it in the four story penthouse of a gleaming fifty-eight story skyscraper we own in Manhattan overlooking Central Park.