orange julius

It’s true what they say about history repeating—the first time as tragedy and then as farce what with the US and the rest of the world being terrorised now by another soi-disant intellectual-heir and all around hate-mongerer it might be profitable to inspect another Federal Bureau of Investigations casefile that documents the rise and fall of Fritz Julius Kuhn, the would-be American Fuhrer, steadfast despite a tepid reception by the actual Führer of Nazi Germany who wanted nothing to do with him. Founder of the explicitly fascist political organisation called the German-American Bund, Fritz went on to in 1939 make arrangements for and headline that terrifying and infamous rally at Madison Square Garden.
Hoping to avoid further demonstrations, New York mayor Fiorello La Guardia enlisted the help of the bureau to look into the already suspect finances of the Bund and found that Kuhn had not only embezzled and absconded with a rather paltry portion of the organisation’s funds to retain the affections of his mistress, Kuhn also used it as a vehicle for tax avoidance and tax evasion. Kuhn was sent to Ossining Correctional Facility (Sing Sing prison) for a two-year stint, which was extended after a genius but unrealised plan of his to extort money from a wealthy toiletries heiress (who happened to be Jewish with family in Germany) was discovered. In 1943 while still behind bars, Kuhn was stripped of his American citizenship and repatriated to West Germany in 1945, dying obscure and forgotten in 1951 in Munich.

keep moving from this mountain

This coming Monday—for the first time in nearly five decades since the civil rights reformer’s assassination, the city of Biloxi, Mississippi will officially observe Martin Luther King, Jr. Day under the name it goes by across the United States rather than “Great Americans Day,” as Sarah Holder reports for Citylab. I wonder if the addition or omission of a plural apostrophe carries a significance—like with Presidents’ Day.
The choice of name was a compromise and a way to distance the holiday from conflating it with Confederate General Robert E Lee—as other neighbouring municipalities had done—and illustrates how fraught with controversy that the occasion has been since declared a federal holiday in 1986 with universal adoption being a slow and contentious battle. The spectre of the Confederacy and the attitudes and values it enshrined still haunting the present and frustration those dreams and visions that we fight for and uphold, it seems counter to the adage that history is something inscribed by the winners—lest we concede all is lost to the forces of hate and regression—but perhaps now because at least all places across that country (it’s also celebrated internationally in Toronto, Hiroshima and the Hague) can share the same celebration, we will have the strength to fight another day.

mot-clic francophone

Not only do we learn that rather than surrender to the hegemon of the English language, the French speaking world ought to meditate on their mobile multifonction rather than their smart phone and have a critical eye open for so called infox or faux info (fake news), we find that to varying public reception and adoption that the Journal Officiel has added to its register several pernicious tech terms that French has found preferred substitute for. A hacker, for instance, would be un fouineur, crowdfunding and derivatives become financement participatif, and an emoji is more properly une frimousse, a sweet little face.

peanuts

Though Trump’s belief that his predecessor sold the Mayfair prime real estate that was former home of the US diplomatic mission to the United Kingdom for a mere pittance and therefore in protest of this mismanaged transaction will not be cutting the ribbon when the new facility opens for business is rather misleading as this backwater Borg Cube was planned under the Bush II administration as part of plans to modernise America’s presence abroad once it was determined that the ageing building in its central location could not be retrofitted to security standards, he did manage to get kind of close on one detail: the United States never owned the compound in the posh London neighbourhood but rather rented it from the Marquess of Westminster, for which America paid a symbolic annual fee of a peppercorn.