May 12, 2016 3 Comments
I’ve loved Bill Whittle for a long time before I started this blog, I ran across one of his essays on Eject, Eject, Eject that he called Honor. It was the story of the incredible way our services honor their deceased brothers, in this case, Bill’s father, whose only claim to military fame was that he held the stopwatch at the executions at Nuremberg. He is one of the people who unknowingly inspired me to try my hand at blogging. We’ve carried many of the Afterburners, and it is only fair to append the YouTube description from this one.
Bill Whittle says goodbye to PJTV, the producers and staff, and all of you. The Afterburner jet is flaming out, but Bill’s not giving up on speaking the truth. Go to billwhittle.com and become a member, to keep his original content (and his videos with Scott Ott and Steve Green) alive.
Do support him, I know I will.
In similar news, Peter Phillips has ended his music column in The Spectator. The Spectator is, of course, one of the most renowned and ancient (since 1828, when it revived the name of an earlier publication) British conservative weekly. It’s one of my weekly reads and I enjoy it immensely.
Here is a bit of that.
This, my 479th, is to be my last contribution as a regular columnist to The Spectator. I have written here for 33 years and 4 months, a way of life really, and one I have greatly enjoyed. I thank Auberon Waugh in absentia for suggesting me to Alexander Chancellor in the first place; and Charles Moore for keeping me on in the early years, once we were up and running. I also thank three quite exceptional arts editors: Gina Lewis, Jenny Naipaul and the doyenne of these pages, Liz Anderson.
Things have moved on from my habitual think pieces, outraged rants, ad hominem demolition of palpable idiots written in the back of aeroplanes. Perhaps if I had shot less often from the hip I would have been saved some of my more unfortunate calls to order, like the occasion I was summoned to Buckingham Palace for a dressing-down, resulting in the imposition of the Official Secrets Act. It was fun, though, in retrospect. I still stand amazed at the power of the written word. People will tolerate almost anything but being on the wrong side of a published opinion.
So kind of a sad post, but both Bill Whittle and The Spectator will survive and continue to enlighten us. Life goes on, and so will we, regretting those whom we no longer get to enjoy, but finding new favorites.
But do join billwhittle.com. You know we all enjoy him, and we should be willing to pay for it.