By turns Mozart with a surfboard and a neurotic Icarus of the American dream, Brian Wilson—the fragile, fearless genius behind The Beach Boys—has died at 82. If Chuck Berry wrote the roadmap for teen America, Wilson turned the backseat into a cathedral. CLICK HERE TO READ MORE.

It must be said that few men possess the talent to turn a night at the theatre into an act of national embarrassment, but Mr. Trump, to his credit, continues to innovate. There he stood, tuxedoed and glowering, at the Kennedy Center — a monument to culture now chaired by a man whose chief artistic achievement is the invention of the three-scoop ice cream sundae. Into this tableau swept a coterie of drag queens, their sequins gleaming, their applause thundering, and somewhere in the wings, one suspects, Victor Hugo himself was heard to laugh.

The evening, alas, did not proceed as His Eminence…CLICK HERE TO READ MORE.

You ever watch a man get so puffed up with his own self-importance that he forgets the whole room’s watching? That’s what we got this week, folks.

House Speaker Mike Johnson — a man who couldn’t beat an egg in a small town bake-off — stands at the podium in Washington, cameras rolling, and says California Governor Gavin Newsom ought to be “tarred and feathered.” I kid you not. Tarred. Feathered. Like we’re all extras in some Revolutionary War theme park. And they call this leadership? CLICK HERE TO READ MORE

By now, folks who’ve been around a while know a hustle when they see one. And what we’ve got here is the biggest huckster of them all, standing on the White House lawn, grinning like a butcher’s cat, telling the country it’d be “great” if his hand-picked border man locked up the governor of California. CLICK HERE TO READ MORE.