Black people with a bank account?!?

Not really RELATED:

Hopelessly stupid white liberals fall for blatantly satirical “news story” about “racist” Ann Coulter.

You’re welcome.

What they’re up to this week.

Wow!

Just checking!

Heh:

He responded by writing “Cherry Pie” in 15 minutes on the back of a pizza box, which was meant as a thinly veiled “fuck you” to the label executives (“I Dare You to Play This Pussy Ballad on the Radio” was presumably the song’s original title).

Says Mark Levin.

My NEW PJMedia piece:

Monty Python saved my life.

I was ten years old in 1974, when the Buffalo PBS station across the lake began airing the iconoclastic BBC comedy series every Friday night.

Being stuck in a cheap, dinky apartment that overlooked a burned out church, with my bullying alcoholic stepfather and a meek, “see no evil” mother, surrounded at school by more extroverted, rough-and-tumble classmates — and very likely, without knowing it, clinically depressed — that half hour once a week sitting two feet from the TV was one of the only things I felt I had to look forward to.

Maybe ever, I thought at the time.

Ironically, my crappy stepfather was the one who turned me on to the show.

The first night, he “made” me watch it, the same way he was always trying to “make” me get a suntan or take up horseback riding or keep all the closet and cupboard doors in the house either open or closed depending on his inscrutable whim of the week.

My pouty resentment faded fast. For whatever reason — the cool accents, the breathless pace, the tame “naughtiness,” the “question authority” iconoclasm, the ineffable cuteness of Michael Palin — I got hooked on Monty Python’s Flying Circus.

OK, here’s something more substantial than my previous posts:

First, thanks to Dan Holland and the CapitalHQ crew for inviting me and being such gracious, ebullient hosts. If there were any “glitches” over the weekend, they certainly didn’t show.

Predictably, few people on the stage were as right wing as I am. Dr. Krauthammer remains convinced that those “hardworking Mexicans” are natural conservatives. He’s still cute, though!

Krauthammer et al are obsessed with “winning XYZ states” and basically “dragging a guy with an ‘R’ after his name” (as Mark Steyn puts it) into the White House. I chatted with a client about this last night; a veteran of U.S. conservative politics, he muttered disapprovingly, “Shirts and skins…” Exactly. Is this the future of Western civilization or fantasy football?

Joe Scarborough is running for something. 2016? It was SO obvious.

Other than Scott Walker, who has a great tale to tell out of Wisconsin, most of the politicians just delivered rubber chicken boilerplate speeches. People were more impressed with Ted Cruz than I was. Tom Cotton was ok.

99% of the speakers are living in either the past or a fantasy world: No, most people on welfare LIKE being on welfare; No, not every woman regrets her abortion or longs to be a mother; America is not the same America it was in 1980; we didn’t have TWO Carter terms…

I was going to join half the attendees I spoke to in wishing for a moratorium on Ronald Reagan references, until I read this.  

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Remember: they consider themselves your intellectual superiors.

Joseph McKenzie writes:

A people with 1,296 years of Christendom in their cultural makeup, the French have recently shown themselves capable of uniting around human nature’s laws. The million-person anti-gay “marriage” and adoption protests in Paris on January 13 included some of the most disparate elements. Leprous immoralists, socialist harpies, and liberal quadrupeds marched alongside Catholics, Jews, and Muslims.

These surprising coalitions were united by a common understanding of a foundational principle of moral philosophy, namely that human nature exists and follows laws in its very constitution.