Gavin Mcinnes writes:
The problem with the film was the lack of depth they gave Kyle.
People are complicated. Heroes are imperfect. We can handle the truth. Rumors abound that Chris Kyle was a bit of a bullshitter, who lied about beating up Jesse Ventura and told people he went to Katrina to shoot looters. They say he avoided notoriety, but he was shopping book deals while still deployed. Put that in your movie. It’s relevant. To sanitize Kyle and turn him into Superman is to treat us all like comic book nerds who are overwhelmed by reality.
The whitewashing of WWII bombardier Louis Zamperini in 2014’s Unbroken—directed by Angelina Jolie—was even more egregious. They didn’t just omit some imperfections. They removed his criminal past, his alcoholism, and his Christianity. Those are all inextricably linked to his heroism. The book version of Unbroken took Laura Hillenbrand seven years to write, but the movie boils this epic true tale down to 137 minutes of blah, and that says a lot about this nation’s view of heroes.
The book Unbroken was so incredible that I caught myself involuntarily yelling “Holy shit!” when reading it on the train.
My unpopular opinion?
Everybody is right about Chris Kyle.
That’s why I laughed at this.
Mark Steyn: ‘If you’re in DeWayne Wickham’s class at Morgan State and you’d like to get an A, why not threaten to kill him?’
Mark Steyn writes:
Indeed, it would be heartening if his entire class were to issue a mass death threat unless they’re instantly upgraded to magna cum laude.
That’s what Wickham’s concessions on free speech do: Incentivize violence.
(“Well yes — I know a guy who wrote a book about that stuff in 2008.”)
How can [Mrs. Pankhurst] forget so easily and conveniently that the Suffragette movement, when she stood in the vanguard, was proud of its use of “force and bludgeons,” of dog whips, truncheons (carried and used by Mrs. Pankhurst’s bodyguard), stones in their multitude, and bricks and the hammers? Does she remember how for years her reply to her accusers was: “We are attacked, we must hit back!” “Paid hooligans break up our meetings; we are right to retaliate!”
I was first attracted to the Blackshirts because I saw in them the outrage, the action, the loyalty, the gift of service, and the ability to serve which I had known in the Suffragette movement. When later I discovered that Blackshirts were attacked for no visible cause or reason. I admired them the more when they hit back, and hit hard.
The link that lead me to this article said something like “professional namers use computer algorthms to make evaluations that poets do instinctively,” and how true:
This article made my brain hurt.
I actually skipped over what I’m sure for many readers were the most novel bits, about fricatives and other linguistic/semantic technical stuff. I don’t want it in my head.
Likewise, I never bothered learning about the difference between one kind of sonnet and another, and all that other “poetics” blather.
As regular readers have noticed, I can barely spell.
I’m the equivalent of a musician who can’t read music. (Like, you know, this guy.)
I just know things, from a lifetime of reading (starting at age 3) and paying attention.
If I tried to learn all this crap now out of some warped sense of duty or peer pressure, I’d lose any talent I have.
All these rules are for people who don’t have talent.
Learning them makes them feel smarter, but generally, it’s just busywork for mediocrities.
Anyhow, I still love Monty Python in spite of everything, but this sketch always bothered me.
This fellow makes perfect sense to me.
If he were real, he might even be able to get a job at one of these boutique naming houses…
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(Oh, and I wonder if that biography of Ted Kennedy Gabler’s “working on” will include this anecdote.)
Mark Steyn will be at Toronto’s Bay & Bloor Indigo store on Wed., Jan 28 at 7 pm.
His interview yesterday with Jerry Agar starts around 50:00, below:
Ann Coulter writes:
End tape, cut to Rachel, taking notes, muttering with disgust: “The blacks now have the power …”
Except Wallace didn’t say “the blacks.” Refer to the tape. By adding the simple article “the,” Rachel turned Chris Wallace from a garden-variety 1980s news reporter into Archie Bunker. It takes a special kind of zealotry to play a tape of someone and then immediately lie about what viewers just heard him say.
I’m no fan of David Duke: I hate long-time Democrats pretending to be Republicans.
But more than a decade after Duke quit the Klan — he was out by 1980 — Rachel’s esteemed MSNBC colleague Al Sharpton was denouncing the Jews of Crown Heights as “diamond merchants.” I assume from your surname, Rachel, that you are, at least in part, a “diamond merchant.” What do you think about Sharpton having his own show on MSNBC and visiting the White House a dozen times?
Quite a few years ago, I took to using the expression “Arabs are violent retards” a lot online.
This raised the ire of a tiny handful of progressive bloggers, sort of the way Viagra raises a limp dick.
These bloggers have been awfully quiet for a while now, at least when it comes to their criticisms of me.
Anyhow, this article at Politico.com, by an actual Muslim from Lebanon, reminded me of my old saying:
The time of the assassins is upon us. And the true tragedy of the Arab and Muslim world today is that there is no organized, legitimate counterforce to oppose these murderers—neither one of governments nor of “moderate” Islam. Nor is there any refuge for those who want to escape the assassins. (…)
After the defeat in the 1967 war with Israel, Arab intellectuals, artists, political activists and exiles found themselves drifting towards Beirut, the only Arab equivalent of a shining city on a hill. As a teenager, I witnessed the incredible cultural and political ferment that dominated the debates about the real causes that led the Arabs to such a nadir. I attended debates, watched first-rate theatre, read real soul-searching articles and books. The best and the brightest of Arabs walked and graced the streets of Beirut. Poets, novelists and scholars I read from afar came to partake in the mission of a lifetime. Critical inquiry was the operating principle. That old defiant Beirut made it easier for my generation of Arabs to search and find some answers in those years that preceded the 1973 war, when the defeated Arab regimes were able to claim a partial victory of some sort and to restore the old order. It was a brief moment of hope and enthusiasm.
That is all gone now.
Ed Driscoll writes:
And FDR and Truman were happy to play along. In 1942, at the height of the Second World War, Roosevelt “displayed a Nazi Iron Cross and said it should be presented to a columnist of the New York Daily News who was one of the president’s most bitter critics,” as Commentary noted in a 2010 review of an FDR biography.
Equally grotesque were Truman’s tactics in a similar vein. As the New York Times’ headline screamed, “President Likens Dewey to Hitler as Fascists’ Tool,” on October 26 1948, near the conclusion of the presidential election year. CBS’s Walter Cronkite and Daniel Schorr would go on to use similar tactics to destroy the libertarian-themed presidential bid of Barry Goldwater in 1964, a particularly disgusting attack by two “objective” journalists acting as blocking backs for LBJ, considering that Goldwater was half-Jewish.
In short, it’s shameful, reactionary stuff, whose shelf-life is now three-quarters of a century old. Fortunately, there’s at least a little pushback these days on such tactics.
The assumption here is that everyone is just as hungry for education as elite grinds like Barack Obama, who was 22 before he finished his main schooling, then later logged another three years at Harvard Law. (…)
For another thing, great numbers of people—probably a majority—hate the idea of education continuing after high school. That is a very shocking thought to the elite grinds, perhaps to the degree of them not being able to think it at all. It’s true nonetheless.
My NEW PJMedia post about the newest attempt to bribe young people to live in Western NY.