How foreign police series kept me out of danger

On a day when I was out walking for the purpose of shopping, I was stopped at a street by a red light.

This is a town with staggered lighting for cars, as well as walkers. If you keep up a certain pace, you’re sure to hit nothing but green lights at each crossing.

Not that day. And because a truck was parked to my left, blocking my view of the street and oncoming cars, I couldn’t risk crossing on that red. Even though the cross streets in my neighborhood are not heavily trafficked and are fairly safe to cross even at a red light.

But, as I mentioned, I couldn’t see the street. I had choices: remain safely on the sidewalk until the light turned green, or creep out v-e-r-y slowly in front of that truck and v-e-r-y carefully bend my head forward until…some speeding Uber came along and took my head off. You know what I mean, right?

I made my choice: waited for the light to change. Until I spotted a man across the street who had no impediment to his view of potential oncoming cars.

He was pretty fat and smoking a cig – bad combination, but I made a decision to overlook his health problems; he could see down the street and I could not. I decided if he crossed, so could I. Safely. And if he crossed slowly, I didn’t have to scamper like a crazy little fool. Strolling would be in my cards.

So I watched the guy and then suddenly thought, “Wait, what if he’s decided to commit suicide by walking in front of a speeding truck?”

You might consider my thought a reason to be concerned about my mental health. But to me this fancy was only a sign I’ve been watching way too many mysteries on MhZ, et al. A lot of the mysteries start with, yes, a dead body, who seems to be a suicide victim until the detectives figure out, no, this is a murder.

I try to watch TV while reading The New Yorker, so I can pretend I’m not entirely wasting my time,* but combining articles with TV mysteries presents problems, because, hey, I read a short humor article about, say, the Pied Piper of Hamelin, and by the time I finish and look at the TV, the cops have some suspect in an interrogation room, and I’m thinking, “Who the hell is that?”

Sure, I can rewind but watching characters go backward at top speed does some damage to the verisimilitude. And I’m a fan of verisimilitude. Which is how I found myself in a new career, as an advisor to mystery series on TV. (More to follow.)

*Did I ever tell you about the time during dinner when we three kids were popping up from the table to poke our heads at the nearby TV screen, and then popping quickly back to the table — because something crucial was on TV and we didn’t want to miss it?

My mom kicked our TV set in.

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Racing to, well, somewhere around the finish

From Harper’s Weekly Review:

A Georgia Army unit offered soldiers four days off to play Grand Theft Auto VI upon its release in the fall as a reenlistment incentive, streets were closed in Washington, D.C., for a roughly 250-mile car race around the National Mall, a spokesperson for a Canadian marathon organizer admitted that its course this year was more than a half kilometer too long, a humanoid robot broke the 100-meter dash record set by Usain Bolt, and Gustave the Girl Dog, of Seattle, won the 25-meter dash at an international corgi race.

I’m going with Gustave the Girl Dog here.

P.S. Why is racing automobiles considered a sport?

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The real world and…that other one

The June 22, 2026 New Yorker has a marvel of an article by Ben Taub entitled, “Allies On Ice: How the secret plans to take over Greenland have ruptured transatlantic relations.”

That lede is the serious journalistic description of Taub’s occasionally funny and always bizarre tour de force — which you must read to see a remarkable moving picture of real people living a real life (Greenlanders), and a collection of dimwitted weirdo nobodies working the absurd fantasyworld of Trumpery, which operates in such detachment from the real world, it could be in another article entirely.

Taub lays out his terrific story in a sort of split screen effect, toggling between Greenland’s people, who fortunately have a dry sense of humor to go along with their sanity –“…Greenlanders had started wearing red caps with white text that read ‘Make America Go Away'” — and the other, fractured world, with no sense of humor and, in fact, no sense at all.

To wit (or not to wit, is the question):

The founder of Bikers for Trump, a semi-self-appointed Trump envoy, was in Nuuk handing out flyers. Here are some things he has said:

“We are not looking at you like a tiger looks at a gazelle,” said to an elderly Inuit man.

“Without knowing it, a lot of the Greenlanders are living in the Stone Age.”

“I’m receiving a lot of death threats as a result of my work here in Greenland…People are looking at me like I’m a Russian with a machine gun right now, when they see the Trump patch…”

“Unfortunately, the natives, the Inuits and the Greenlanders, in my opinion, are suffering something we call…in America, Stockholm syndrome.”

Here is something Trump has said re his antipathy toward NATO: “…all began with, if you want to know the truth, Greenland. We want Greenland. They don’t want to give it to us, and I said, ‘Bye-bye.'”

Here’s Trump, looking at a map: “Why don’t we have that? I love maps. And I always said, ‘Look at the size of this. It’s massive. That should be part of the United States.'” Taub follows this with a paren: “(Because Greenland is so far north, it appears more than ten times larger on a Mercator projection than it does on a globe.)”

Here’s former DHS chief of staff, Miles Taylor: “Not only did [Trump] want to purchase Greenland, he actually said he wanted to see if we could sell Puerto Rico…Could we swap Puerto Rico for Greenland? Because, in his words, Puerto Rico was dirty and the people were poor.”

Here’s what a Danish government official wrote on Twitter: “Are parts of the US for sale? Alaska?”

Here’s what Mette Frederiksen, the Danish prime minister, said: “‘Thankfully, the time where you buy and sell other countries and populations is over…Greenland belongs to Greenland. I strongly hope that this is not meant seriously.’ The prospect of a sale, Frederiksen said, was ‘absurd.'”

Here’s Trump, in response: “I thought that the Prime Minister’s statement that it was absurd–that it was an absurd idea–was nasty…You don’t talk to the United States that way.”

Guess who shows up in Nuuk on a flash visit? The late Charlie Kirk, before he became “late.” He had some enthusiastic things to say, like, “There’s polar bears that walk around Nuuk.” Taub follows with a parenthesis: “(There are no polar bears walking around Nuuk.)” Kirk, repeating what he said a young boy told him: “‘The Danes don’t let us mine our rubies, our gold, our lithium, or our gas.'” Taub, in paren: “(Greenland has total autonomy and ownership over its natural resources.)”

A Greenland high-school student remarked, “‘Charlie Kirk said that there were a hundred people waiting for him at the airport with MAGA hats on…I have seen pictures from the airport. There were three.'”

The Russians weighed in via their state TV: “‘Trump is declaring his claims to Greenland. Why shouldn’t we look at Greenland? We need Greenland! This is not a joke. We absolutely need it!…'” And the best way forward is “‘…to reach an agreement with Trump, and divide Greenland into a couple of parts.'”

Even before Trump’s inauguration, GOP lawmakers jumped in, introducing a bill to “authorize the acquisition of Greenland. ‘We are, quite frankly, the dominant predator…the liberal crazies are crying, and the righteous Republicans are rejoicing.'” That little hurrah came from Tennessee congressman Andy Ogles. [Andy Ogles was just defeated in his primary; he will not be hurrah-ing in Congress next year.]

There is a lot more ridiculous misadventurism involving a shady couple of “investors” without licenses or permits, who were clandestine Greenland visitors, a/k/a spies, during Trump’s first term. One, named Horn, was a former Special Forces commander. They are now, Musk-like, revving up their intentions to mine Greenland. Or not. Maybe they’ll build a huge data center.

Rachel Maddow has recently reported that a mystery barge has without a permit dumped heaps of shipping containers on a remote Greenland shore. So, too, reports the New York Times — although it may not be rare minerals they’re going after but the not-so-rare substance called oil. And it involves Dr. Phil! Didn’t you just need to know that?

I mean.

Toward the end of Ben Taub’s article, there is this incident, when Jeff Landry, Trump’s “special envoy to Greenland,” came to Nuuk:

Upon his arrival, [Landry] shared with reporters his instructions from the President: ‘He said, “Go over there and make a bunch of friends…”‘

For the next three days, Landry wandered around Nuuk…and tried to hand out MAGA hats. “If you come to Louisiana and you come to the governor’s mansion? All the chocolate-chip cookies you could eat,” he told a group of boys. Another boy apparently asked if Landry was famous.

“I don’t know if he’s famous, but he’s the governor of Louisiana,” Landry’s wife, Sharon, said.

“Do you want to take a picture?” Landry asked.

“No,” the boy replied.

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