Jonathon van Maren writes:
But the phenomenon of public nudity is also more than just incoherent protest—it is a way of forcing people to accept any and all manifestations of the Sexual Revolution. As I noted some time ago: The public is now regularly subjected to crude and wildly exhibitionist “Gay Pride Parades” and “Slut Walks.” These are not considered to be optional festivals hosted by tiny minority groups. No, politicians who refuse to attend are labelled as heretics by the high priests of the New Moral Order, which is of course not an order at all, but a proud lack thereof.
Liberal activists don’t want the State to be outside the bedroom anymore, they want the State in the bedroom—loudly applauding the acts they see taking place, refraining from any judgment but one of approval, and paying for pills and bits of rubber to ensure that such acts do not go awry and result in reproduction or infection.
The design was conceived by Canada’s own HollywoodLoser.com.
(And can be purchased here — FREE shipping to anywhere in the US and Canada, btw…)
Thanks, though, to Ed Driscoll, for giving that ingenious graphic a shout-out, in the wake of the “KENT STATE” bloody sweatshirt controversy.
And yeah, Iowahawk won the internets again yesterday.
To rail against the unfairness of it all, to labor in vain to overturn “society’s standards of beauty,” is to take gravity to court, boycott DNA, or “raise awareness” among salmon regarding the numerous hazards of swimming upstream. Of course, this hasn’t prevented any number of modern women from doing so.
Now, when I was a punk, I wasn’t “challenging” the “corporate patriarchy” while secretly hoping to attract boys regardless; I was trying to look even uglier than I already was and be left alone. I liked feeling free and fierce—for a time. But it’s an exhausting way to live, and, yes, unnatural.
For most women—the ones born “in debt”—it takes far more effort to try to look beautiful, but it’s also a more natural pursuit, which ameliorates the “exhausting” part. So while the ship-of-Theseus results were literally plastic and ultimately grotesque, Joan Rivers’ pursuit of beauty was, in fact, perfectly natural, normal, and sane—a sound female mind’s attempt to escape from an unsatisfactory body and unfair fate. In that, Rivers faintly resembles another tireless, pioneering Jewish entertainer—Houdini—right down to the dumb, ignoble death.
(The compulsive urge to describe sex-work enterprises as “classy” has always amused me, and is in full evidence here.)
Jim Goad writes:
Surveying all the available evidence—at least as it’s framed through a Google search of the past week’s American media—a discerning Martian would reach two sobering and inescapable conclusions:
1) Being white sucks because white people suck.
2) Being black sucks because white people suck.
Just a reminder that in 1888, modern Israel didn’t exist.
Nathan Abrams at Haaretz notes that Victorians would have been primed to accept a Jewish suspect.
Antisemitism wasn’t just a religious trope — it was a literary one as well.
Sinister Jewish stereotypes populated the era’s popular fiction, from Dickens’ Fagin and du Maurier’s Svengali to Sherlock Holmes’ arch-enemy, Moriarty.
“Bram Stoker’s ‘Dracula,’” Abrams writes, “would have been understood by contemporary audiences as Jewish, whether explicitly revealed or otherwise. As an immortal yearning for the life force of the virtuous Christian women under his spell, he embodied the Christian blood libel.”
As well, it “was widely thought that no Englishman could be responsible for such brutal and barbaric crimes.”
Furthermore, some cryptic graffiti discovered near one of the crime scenes has been held up as evidence of some kind of Jewish connection to the Ripper murders.
However, as one “Ripperologist” notes at the exhaustive Casebook.org site, “Since the second word of the 12 word phrase has had at least seven different interpretations, the sentence has been rendered entirely too obtuse to make sense of it” at this late date.
Mark Steyn on the death of Bob Crewe:
But the Walker Brothers decided to out-Righteous the Righteous Brothers and, with a Phil Spectoresque Wall of Sound echo chamber, big strings and a phalanx of ooh-ing and ah-ing backing vocalists, Scott Walker’s more-Righteous-than-thou baritone turned those words into a slab of authentic ache. The string figure in the fill after “coat you wear” seems inserted expressly to dare you not to believe. And then the chorus:
The Sun Ain’t Gonna Shine Anymore
The moon ain’t gonna rise in the sky
Tears are always clouding your eyes
When you’re without love…
No other version quite matches the otherworldly angst of the Walker Brothers.
Countries that have introduced cycle helmet laws have seen no significant reduction in cyclist injury and death rates. And the CTC, the UKs largest cyclists’ organisation, are also against helmet-wearing campaigns – claiming that enforcing helmet-wearing discourages people from ever getting on two wheels and taking some much needed exercise.
Mark Steyn writes:
…a non-profit that helps build playgrounds for children. Neither the President nor the First Lady nor anyone else in the 40-car motorcade appears to have thought it odd that, on the day the Twin Towers went Ka-BOOM!, America’s Commander-in-Chief should be helping put children’s toys in backpacks marked Ka-BOOM!
From Kabul to Madrid, Bali to London, a lot of backpacks have gone Ka-BOOM! over the past 13 years, but evidently the thought did not discombobulate those who manage what the President calls his “optics”.
And so a day in which Islamic imperialists killed thousands of Americans by flying planes into skyscrapers has somehow devolved into a day for raising awareness of the need for better play facilities for children. Did he also visit Habitat for Humanity and help hang a new window treatment? Did he plant a tree?
I don’t care a rat’s ass about the Four Seasons, but “Silence is Golden” and “The Sun Ain’t Gonna Shine Anymore” are otherworldly.
I scat nonsensical words initially to feel where the lyrics should go before adding them later.
We all thought those were the lyrics, Steven.
Steven, Joey, Tom [Hamilton], Brad [Whitford] and [producer] Jack [Douglas] went down to Times Square to see Mel Brooks’ “Young Frankenstein,” which was in theaters then. I had already seen it, so I stayed behind and hung out on the roof. When the guys returned, they were throwing lines back and forth from the film. They were laughing about Marty Feldman greeting Gene Wilder at the door of the castle and telling him to follow him. “Walk this way,” he says, limping, giving his stick to Wilder so he can walk that way, too. While all this was going on, Jack stopped and said, “Hey, ‘walk this way’ might be a great title for the song.” We agreed. But we still needed lyrics.
David Johansen of the New York Dolls told me it was the dirtiest song he had ever heard on the radio. Coming from David, that was high praise.
Rick said our original version was ‘proto-rap‘—since Steven’s lyrics were half-spoken, half-sung, and we had this solid beat. Rick asked if I’d be willing to put some guitar on it and if Steven would sing new vocals. We said, yeah, why not. They were sampling our kick-drum beat anyway. It was going to be radical, since up until then most rappers had avoided electric guitars.
BONUS “they all look alike to me” correction:
In a previous version of this article, the caption for Run-D.M.C. identified the band members out of order.
Hey, what can I tell you?
I play slots at casinos, I watch Judge Judy, and I like Geffen-era Aerosmith.
I’m in New York, and I get a call from MTV. They want to interview me about making videos for the Clash. When I get to the studio, everyone looks at me like I’ve shit myself.
After an embarrassing five minutes, a guy sits me down and says, “I don’t know how to tell you this, but we can’t do the interview. We didn’t realize you were black.”
Enjoy audio highlights from the week in conservative talk radio, including:
- The host who declared, “We live in a dictatorship”
- The “anti-Semitic” attacks on Mark Levin
- Rush Limbaugh’s take on the Ray Rice
Nick DiPaolo on the latest knock-out game mob scene:
OMG, Lynette’s voice. Anyhow, everybody settled the suit, so it’s over.