In this week’s Takimag column, Dr. Dalrymple goes after the omnipresent modern mental health industry as well as the climate alarmists who maliciously inflict unnecessary anxiety on children and teenagers. For proof, please see Greta Thurnberg. QED.

If I believed in conspiracies, I would say that those who indoctrinate children about the imminent end of the world because of climate change are in the pay of the monstrous regiment of mental health workers, who require a timid, shallow, anxiety-ridden population in order to guarantee their future income by promising to restore it to that mirage-like entity, mental health.

Over at The Epoch Times, our favorite doctor takes issue with President Biden’s bogus attachment to his Irish roots, which is done mainly for shallow and self-serving political purposes.

It was his character, not his origins, that counted, and this ought to be so in all elections. Those candidates who sentimentally recall their origins, near or distant, are appealing to the most primitive of allegiances and the worst of criteria for making a choice between rivals for office. No doubt this is to an extent inevitable, because it appeals to human nature rather than to human reason, but it should nevertheless count as a mark against them. We sometimes have to resist what comes most naturally to us.

Over at Quadrant, our critical doctor calls out the hypocritical and self-righteous protesters of the annual Australia Day celebration.

Looking recently at a picture of a demonstration against the celebration of Australia Day, I could not help but notice a person of Aboriginal descent dressed in that traditional item of costume, the T-shirt, employing that equally traditional instrument, the megaphone.

Our dubious doctor reflects on the mass protests and rioting in France over the raising of the retirement age by presidential diktat in this week’s Takimag article.

Civilization is a veneer, it is often said, as is the facing of a building. But the facing of a building is what can make the difference between a beautiful and a hideous construction. The cult of authenticity, or truth to materials and underlying structure, that has been assiduously promoted by driveling modern architectural theorists has led to the visual nightmare that is most modern cities. Destruction is always authentic, because it appeals to a kind of joy that is waiting patiently to emerge from every human breast, or at least from many of them.

In the April issue of The Critic, the skeptical doctor critiques a provocatively worded Daily Telegraph headline relating to the appointment of the new UK Netflix content commissar.

The consequence of persuading people that others decide for them is that they are provided in advance with an excuse for their own bad choices, because they come to believe that they make no choices at all.

The good doctor makes his return to the Daily Mail as he lambastes junior doctors at the NHS for going on strike to the detriment of British patients.

Doctors ought not to go on strike. This principle is so fundamental that it should need no discussion.

By striking for four days this week, junior doctors reveal their greed and irresponsibility because they are prepared to put their own interests above those of their patients.

In his Takimag column, Dr. Dalrymple asks some no-nonsense questions on the recent European Union edict to phase out gas-fueled cars by 2035 before tackling the thorny issue of bank failures.

These days, everybody—by which I mean every person who considers himself intelligent and educated—must have an opinion about everything. It would be socially irresponsible, even antisocial, not to be able to opine on each of the thousand burning questions of the day. The natural result is that opinion comes before its own justification, and most intellectual activity consists of finding reasons for what one already thinks. Perhaps it was ever thus.

In the March issue of The Critic, our favorite doctor takes issue with the newest inane British police slogan meant to reassure an increasingly doubtful general public.

We would like to wish all of our readers a happy and blessed Easter.

See it, say it, sorted: what does “sorted” mean in the context of the British police? If the experience of countless millions is anything to go by, it means “sorted” as far as the police are concerned, that is to say an incident is given, often somewhat reluctantly, a crime number. 

Over at The Epoch Times, the good doctor warns us of the latest politically correct, leftist censoring of a deceased writer’s books—this time the Woke commissars have come for Dame Agatha Christie’s oeuvre.

This precludes the absurd, but also sinister, retrospective editing of books such as those that Roald Dahl wrote for children, and now Agatha Christie’s detective stories—all in the name of sensitivity to people’s feelings, but in reality to exercise power and control over the population’s thoughts in the best Stalinist manner.