Every time some spoiled European soccer millionaire complains about the blaring vuvuzelas, I want them to blare louder.

Every time some spoiled European soccer millionaire complains about the blaring vuvuzelas, I want them to blare louder.

Back when George W. Bush was identifying his Axis of Evil, it struck me that a longer and more instructive list could be compiled of the Axis of the Humiliated (or Insulted and Injured, to borrow from Dostoevsky).

Soccer is a great game, and the rich variety of styles and passions that come with being truly global makes the World Cup a nonpareil event in the universe of competitive sport.

What Paris has done right is to make it awful to get around by car and awfully easy to get around by public transportation or by bike.

A history of perceived humiliation, after all, lurks behind many acts of terror. And competing narratives of victimhood and insults sustain conflicts in the Balkans, the Caucasus, the Middle East and many other regions.