Just to review, so one newsreader on MSNBC tried to force Rush off the air, and another stoked the riots in Ferguson. And the entire channel screams racism at the drop of words such as “golf” and “Chicago.” (And don’t even get ‘em started on breakfast cereal.)
The channel deceptively edited George Zimmerman’s 9/11 audio in 2012 to stir racial hatred on behalf of Obamas’ reelection bid.
As Ken Shepherd notes today at NewsBusters, “CNBC’s Harwood Wildly Spins for Hillary via Twitter” in response to her recent “corporations don’t create jobs” facepalm-worthy gaffe.
Meanwhile, NBC’s Bob Costas serves as a pint-sized would-be social justice warrior routinely promoting whatever the current DNC talking points are during the halftime shows of NBC’s Sunday Night Football broadcasts.
Yes, I’m a musical nitwit. I freely admit that.
Yes, it’s amazing that the guy could play the guitar even after his hand got screwed up.
But that happened to Tony Iommi, and Iommi is better.
Django Reinhardt could have at least played music that didn’t sound like he was projectile vomiting a toy piano.
If you haven’t heard this story before, it is amazing, especially if you’re feeling sorry for yourself.
After the accident, Iommi had to teach himself to play with his other hand, but that’s not even the half of it:
“[A] predictable backlash has emerged,” you see. “On Friday, for example, a mosque in Cold Lake, Alta., was vandalized, its windows smashed, its front defaced by graffiti calling for members to ‘go home.’”
And, well, that was about it, actually. For a “backlash,” it was less Kristallnacht than Kristal-Not. The Post’s “for example” was nakedly superfluous. Almost, weirdly, hope filled. (…)
It’s a sign of how utterly witless the authorities are that the phrase “lone gunman,” like “lone wolf,” is actually supposed to be a reassuring one.
Leaving aside its metaphorical unsoundness from a sheer zoological perspective, the elite’s “lone wolf” trope reduces the rest of us to unwilling supporting players in a mashup of Groundhog Day and Gaslight:
Precisely how many “lone wolves” does it, will it, take to change a country, or a mind? A few of us serfs dare to ask our betters.
James Fulford and I have had occasion to brainstorm before, at length, the last time a young Muslim man shot up a major Canadian city…
McLaren historian Paul Gorman writes:
According to Hoare – and these are his additions to the blunders already piled high by the 458-page tome – the shop assistants at 430 Kings Road in its incarnation as Sex included not only musician Midge Ure but also actress/performer Toyah Willcox. (…)
Against these howlers, we can generously attribute to memory failings Hoare’s depiction of shop manager Jordan’s “Kandinsky make-up” (it was avowedly based on the work of Mondrian and introduced in 1977 during the later Seditionaries phase) and the “scaffolding rails” in Sex (they were made of curved chrome and expertly-turned wooden gym bar racks courtesy of the trained wheelwright Vic Mead) …
As pointed out here last week, and as my lawyers have communicated to Westwood, Kelly and Picador, this is one of 40 passages in Vivienne Westwood which bear close resemblance to text in my book…
I think Hoare was confusing Toyah Wilcox with Jordan. (Pictured together above.)
Ed Driscoll writes:
The symptoms have been known for at least the past quarter century or so; what’s the cure for the disease?
“My God!” said Orson Welles. “I watched it four times and cried my eyes out every time! That movie would make a stone cry!”
I wrote about Make Way For Tomorrow — and aging, burdens and “duty as melodrama” — at PJMedia three years ago.
Rick McGinnis writes:
Cheerleading for a major league sports franchise was a poor fit for Hall, the ultimate progressive, and her rather dour term in office, coming as it did after June Rowlands’ equally dour mayoralty, gave the city an oppressive sense that city hall was a disapproving schoolmarm, intent on improving the citizenry whether they liked it or not. In any case, that Toronto was about to swept away, and Hall would be swept away with it.
She’d end up as the head of the Ontario Human Rights Commission, one of a network of provincial and federal kangaroo courts whose assault on liberty in the guise of a misconceived legal notion of fairness has been an embarrassment to my country. I’m rather taken with how stolid and Soviet she looks in this picture. I did not like Barbara Hall.
ABC has announced a new show called “Totally Illegal”, about an actual illegal alien. No way, José! Actually, make that, no way, Hoser! Because the “Totally Illegal” immigrant is Canadian! No way, eh? And, better yet, he’s taken in by a family of totally legal Mexican-Americans!
This is what I was referring to all last week when I said the right needed to get back in the pop-culture biz, especially when the left’s popular culture isn’t necessarily that popular, merely effective propaganda.
On the other hand, I should have taken my own advice and pitched The [Un]documented Mark Steyn as a sitcom about an illegal Canadian guest-host living in Rush’s basement.
Jim Goad writes:
For two decades running—ever since a friend sent me a VHS tape of them harassing the fuck out of frightened passersby in Times Square—my “favorite” hate group has been the Black Hebrew Israelite movement, notably the screamingly belligerent iterations that infest street corners in the Northeast and Midwest bellowing through microphones and megaphones about “crackers” and “faggots” and “so-called Negroes.”
For starters, I like the way they, well…goad people. I also enjoy their pharaonic sense of couture, which is an odd mix of Arabian Nights and Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
John Stoltenberg is a gay-rights activist who lived with the feminist writer Andrea Dworkin until her death in 2005. He’s a long-time supporter of The Laramie Project, but has also blogged positively about The Book of Matt. “Keeping Matthew as the poster boy of gay-hate crime and ignoring the full tragedy of his story has been the agenda of many gay-movement leaders,” he says. “Ignoring the tragedies of Matthew’s life prior to his murder will do nothing to help other young men in our community who are sold for sex, ravaged by drugs, and generally exploited. They will remain invisible and lost.”
Ted Henson is a former lover and long-term friend of Matthew’s. The pair originally met when Matt was growing up in Saudi Arabia. Henson told me he believes that The Book of Matt is “nothing more than the truth” and that he was “never certain” that the murder was an anti-gay hate crime. “I don’t know why there is so much hostility towards Steve,” he told me. “Matt would not have wanted to be seen as a martyr, but would have wanted the truth to come out.”
The debate will no doubt rage on. Matthew Shepard’s murder will always be, for some, a symbol of the hatred many lesbians and gay men face in the US and beyond. The town of Laramie can take some comfort from reacting with such dignity and humanity in the aftermath and lending its name to The Laramie Project, which has changed hearts and minds. But the mystery remains – not so much why Matthew died, but why the gay community, after almost five decades of campaigning for equal rights, relies so fundamentally on the image of the perfect martyr to represent the cause.