Sublime

Dischner is the only Paradise City member who naturally looks like a GNR doppelgänger. He’s also the guy who makes the trains run on time; he handles the money, coordinates the schedules, and generally keeps his bandmates from killing each other. All of these guys are friendly, but Dischner is the most relentlessly nice. He’s also mind-blowingly

The eighties, of course, were the “greed is good” decade, as Gordon Gekko proclaimed in Oliver Stone’s Wall Street, and nobody captured the zeitgeist better than Trump and Maxwell. In addition to inflating their net worth, both projected outsize personalities as they stood astride the world stage, frequently appearing together in the business pages

Pax Dickinson.

He wore an archaically conservative dark-gray suit whose boxy look might have been actual flannel, and his dress shoes’ shine was dazzling when the classroom’s overhead fluorescents hit them at the proper angle. He seemed lithe and precise; his movements had the brisk economy of a man who knows time is a valuable asset.

Helene Wright was an impressive woman, at least in Medallion she was. Heavy hair in a bun, dark eyes arched in a perpetual query about other people’s manners. A woman who won all social battles with presence and a conviction of the legitimacy of her authority.

It was in Taki’s Mag in 2012 that John Derbyshire wrote what Gawker understandably called the “Most Racist Article Possible.”

purchase a portable electric chair that could be transported by truck, along with an electric generator. The chair could be set up in front of any jailhouse, and when a capital offender’s time had come, anyone who wished could witness his execution, just like in the days of public hangings.