The Daily Donnybrook, and other fine things

Posted on October 12, 2026October 12, 2026 by Mike Leave a comment

Welcome to Ye Aulde Colde Furye Blogge’s shiny new open-comments thread, where y’all can have at it as you wish, on any topic you like. New posts will appear below this one. There will be blood…

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News FLASH: Dog bites man!

Posted on October 12, 2026 by Mike Leave a comment

Elsewhere, Schlichter right again.

Told you that searching the homes of opposing politicians was going to suddenly become bad.

— Kurt Schlichter (@KurtSchlichter) October 12, 2026

Let Tony say it

Posted on October 12, 2026October 12, 2026 by Mike Leave a comment

Update! Via our old friend Sefton, Trump had a few choice words to add himself.

Trump Says ‘Days of Plunder’ of Columbus Statues ‘Are Over’
President Donald Trump issued a Columbus Day message, stating that the “days of plunder” of radical left Democrats, socialists, and communists ripping down statues of Christopher Columbus “are over.”

In a post on Truth Social on Sunday, Trump issued a Columbus Day message, a day early. In his post, Trump shared that Columbus Day is “a big day for our great Italian American Community.”

“HAPPY COLUMBUS DAY TO ALL, in particular our great Italian American Community which was forced to suffer as the Radical Left Dumocrats, Socialists, and Communists rampaged through our cities and towns ripping down almost all of the beautiful statutes of Christopher Columbus,” Trump said. “Well, those days of plunder are over, and the statues are back, more magnificent than ever.”
“This is a big day for our great Italian American Community, and the Country of Italy itself, maybe the biggest,” Trump added.

On Friday, Trump spoke about how “the radical left communists hate Columbus,” and also accused Democrat Michigan U.S. Senate candidate Abdulrahman Mohamed El-Sayed of wanting “to abolish Columbus Day.”

Preach it, Mr Preznit, sir.

Marco gets it

Posted on October 10, 2026 by Mike Leave a comment

He really, really gets it.

He began with a bit of a history lesson.

“For thousands of years, the civilization that built what stands behind me has captivated the imagination of the Western World. Generations of statesmen, artists, and philosophers have looked to it — they’ve looked to it wonder. They’ve looked to it with awe,” he said. “Now, time has a tendency to dull the senses. Great victories and catastrophic defeats — they seem to shrink to becoming like a footnote in a textbook, another fact for our school children to memorize and forget.”

“But the Greeks of antiquity, they seem to have an almost mystical hold on our memory,” he continued. “They call us back to them again and again.”

Here’s more:

“For 25 centuries since, the Parthenon has stood. Empires have risen and fallen beneath its shadow.

And the progeny of the men who built it — the sons of Athens and Rome — have carried their civilization with them to the ends of the Earth.

Two and a half centuries after the founding of the American republic halfway across the world from where I stand now, I stand here today — as the Secretary of State of that republic, and as the great-grandson of settlers who arrived in the new world from Spain — I stand here to testify to a debt that no lapse of time, no distance of space, can ever extinguish.

Today, we find ourselves at a crossroads because the next decade and the decisions we make will write the story of the next century. The course we take will determine whether the West maintains its place at the head of the world, or resigns itself to a future of atrophy, servitude, and decline. We will either choose to act now, or lose the choice to act at all. Under President Trump, the United States has made its choice.”

Preach it, brother.

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Cry, baby, cry

Posted on October 10, 2026 by Mike Leave a comment

Poor old Marco, having to deal with punk-ass beeyotches like this all the time. Thankfully, he knows the best way to handle the squalling dipshits.

https://t.co/pecnUGgEhq

— ONT WTF (@OntWtf) October 8, 2026

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A slight discrepancy

Posted on October 9, 2026October 9, 2026 by Mike 3 Comments

By now, you’ve all heard so much about the Cornell 7 “rape” incident you’re about sick unto death of it, same as me. That being so, I am not gonna belabor the thing further here, just gonna make one minor, trivial little point that I haven’t seen anybody else bring up yet.

‘Cornell 7’ frat bro claimed accuser ‘sodomized’ him and that school didn’t care he was sex-assault ‘survivor:’ report
The frat brother at the center of the “Cornell 7” gang-rape allegations claimed to campus officials that the accuser “sodomized” him — and complained nobody cared he was a sex-assault “survivor,” an explosive new report says.

Matthew Ingalls’ stunning assertions came as separate documents showed the fraternity scrambled to control the story out of fear that “the reputation of all involved and the frat would be ruined” — and tried to frame the alleged rape as a “consensual orgy,’’ ABC News reported.

Ingalls — the Chi Phi brother who the accuser said sparked her alleged 2024 gang rape — wrote to campus officials in a seething email that the Ivy League school was guilty of “gender discrimination” and “entrapment” as it conducted its investigation into him and six of his fraternity brothers over the alleged horror.

“You received information that I was sodomized by her while I was incapacitated back in November, and you never once thought to alert me of my rights under these procedures as a survivor of this assault?” Ingalls said in the February 2025 missive to Cornell’s Title IX office and obtained by ABC.

“The very fact that I had to bring this to your attention now in February confirms my worst fears: that this process is rolled [sic] with gender discrimination,” he said.

The email came three months after the woman, only identified as Jane Doe in her civil lawsuit involving the allegations, accused Ingalls of inviting her to his frat house and plying her with drugs and alcohol, then propositioning her for a three-way that quickly escalated into rounds of fraternity brothers stopping into the room to join in on the sex.

Now, everything I’ve seen so far regarding this mishegoss indicates a classic, Mark 1-Mod 0 case of morning-after-gang-bang guilt leading directly to the inevitable shrieks of “rape, rape, I been RAAAAAAPED!!”

One problem: do note above that Matthew Ingalls not only is referred to, in this and every story you’re gonna see, by his actual, real name; in this particular case, the NYP article also includes a large color photo of the poor schlub as well. He’s been expelled from school, hounded and hassled by the usual AWFL suspects, and no matter how it all turns out in the end, his life has been ruined beyond hope of repair.

All that grief, sorrow, vengeance, and aggravation, mind, just because some nameless cockholster got so fucked up ‘n’ high (as my late wife liked to say) that bringing her dirtiest, most outré sexual fantasies to life began to sound like a good idea.

She does that thing. Ahh, but then, after thinking it over for a cpl-three weeks, discussing all the ins and outs (heh; sorry) with The Girls, and staring at herself in mirrors, window panes, and various other reflective surfaces for extended periods, she decides she’d like to take it all back? That, far from being a consensual if admittedly kinky encounter, she had in fact been brutally gang-raped by slavering, monstrous frat-house horndogs?

We know Matt Ingalls’ name; we know who he is and what he looks like; we know what to make of him and his ill-advised actions that fateful night. And yet, for undisclosed reasons, the accuser remains well beyond stand-off distance, protected from all scrutiny by the “Jane Doe” shield.

I can’t be the only person out here who thinks this is horribly unfair. If the Chi-Phi bros who climbed this sleazy, greasy cum-dumpster are to be named and shamed, then shouldn’t she be as well?

Seems to me that, after the Tompkins County DA’s office had wrapped up its investigation and decided against charges and/or indictments for rape, the booze, Special K, and semen-sodden bimbette behind these essentially meritless accusations ought to lose at least some of her “unidentified victim” gloss, no?

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About today’s Eyrie offering

Posted on October 9, 2026October 9, 2026 by Mike Leave a comment

CF Lifers will no doubt recognize the “ICC and the Dark Lord” title as being one of the ancient CF posts from back in those halcyon days of yore before the first (of 2, count em , two) Rooskie hacks which burned down more than a decade’s worth of CF archives. That’s neither coinkydink nor happenstance; finding myself at totally loose ends for a post topic and all, I just happened to catch an NPR report which featured the ICC, for whatever bizarre reason, and thus was an idea born.

Don’t hate me ‘cause I’m beautiful, gang.

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Memezapoppin’!

Posted on October 7, 2026 by Mike 3 Comments

Welcome to this week’s installment of our Wednesday meme feature, folks. Links to the “found via” sources will be attached to the specific MiQ’s (Memes in Question) whenever I can remember them, which likely won’t be very often. Only the first two memes will appear above the fold to save on bandwidth usage, since I assume not everybody who shows up at this here websty will want to see all of them. This intro will appear at the top of each week’s Memezapoppin’! post. Enjoy, funny-pitcher lovers.

Continue reading “Memezapoppin’!“ →

When rape-rape…ISN’T

Posted on October 6, 2026 by Mike Leave a comment

Which, as it turns out, is most of the time.

The Campus Rape Myth
The reality: bogus statistics, feminist victimology, and university-approved sex toys

The campus rape industry’s central tenet is that one-quarter of all college girls will be raped or be the targets of attempted rape by the end of their college years (completed rapes outnumbering attempted rapes by a ratio of about three to two). The girls’ assailants are not terrifying strangers grabbing them in dark alleys but the guys sitting next to them in class or at the cafeteria.

This claim, first published in Ms. magazine in 1987, took the universities by storm. By the early 1990s, campus rape centers and 24-hour hotlines were opening across the country, aided by tens of millions of dollars of federal funding. Victimhood rituals sprang up: first the Take Back the Night rallies, in which alleged rape victims reveal their stories to gathered crowds of candle-holding supporters; then the Clothesline Project, in which T-shirts made by self-proclaimed rape survivors are strung on campus, while recorded sounds of gongs and drums mark minute-by-minute casualties of the “rape culture.” A special rhetoric emerged: victims’ family and friends were “co-survivors”; “survivors” existed in a larger “community of survivors.”

An army of salesmen took to the road, selling advice to administrators on how to structure sexual-assault procedures, and lecturing freshmen on the “undetected rapists” in their midst. Rape bureaucrats exchanged notes at such gatherings as the Inter Ivy Sexual Assault Conferences and the New England College Sexual Assault Network. Organizations like One in Four and Men Can Stop Rape tried to persuade college boys to redefine their masculinity away from the “rape culture.” The college rape infrastructure shows no signs of a slowdown. In 2006, for example, Yale created a new Sexual Harassment and Assault Resources and Education Center, despite numerous resources for rape victims already on campus.

If the one-in-four statistic is correct—it is sometimes modified to “one-in-five to one-in-four”—campus rape represents a crime wave of unprecedented proportions. No crime, much less one as serious as rape, has a victimization rate remotely approaching 20 or 25 percent, even over many years. The 2006 violent crime rate in Detroit, one of the most violent cities in America, was 2,400 murders, rapes, robberies, and aggravated assaults per 100,000 inhabitants—a rate of 2.4 percent. The one-in-four statistic would mean that every year, millions of young women graduate who have suffered the most terrifying assault, short of murder, that a woman can experience. Such a crime wave would require nothing less than a state of emergency—Take Back the Night rallies and 24-hour hotlines would hardly be adequate to counter this tsunami of sexual violence. Admissions policies letting in tens of thousands of vicious criminals would require a complete revision, perhaps banning boys entirely. The nation’s nearly 10 million female undergrads would need to take the most stringent safety precautions. Certainly, they would have to alter their sexual behavior radically to avoid falling prey to the rape epidemic.

None of this crisis response occurs, of course—because the crisis doesn’t exist.

SO. Same as nearly all the other “liberal”-panic shibboleths we’ve been (force)fed over lo, these many years, then.

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Lock him up!

Posted on October 6, 2026 by Mike Leave a comment

Just kidding about that, of course. But you know they probably will.

Basil Fawlty, Mad Bomber? John Cleese Reported to Counterterror Cops.
It’s always the guy you least expect, amirite? John Cleese, beloved around the world for his comic turns in the Monty Python troupe, as well as for his brilliant portrayal of the addlepated innkeeper Basil Fawlty, has been reported to Prevent, Britain’s counterterror policing program.

Has Cleese answered the call of Allah and strapped on a bomb vest? Has he applied for flight school and explained that he didn’t need to learn how to take off or land? No, it’s nothing like that. The unpardonable sin and possible criminal offense that Cleese has committed is that he has criticized Islam. Yeah, in shattered, staggering, dhimmi Britain, that’s equivalent to bombing a bus.

So what did Cleese say that was bad enough to get him locked up by the British Thought Police? Oh, just telling the plain, obvious truth, that’s all it takes nowadays.

These groups aren’t just trying to stop Cleese from speaking; they’re trying to get him imprisoned. It was 5Pillars that broke the story that Cleese had been reported to Prevent for allegedly “incendiary posts about Muslims and Islam.”

It seems that Cleese complained about a culture “whose holy book advocates the killing of all the people they disagree with.” He also warned that Britain was “under attack from Muslim belief systems, especially the Koranic…”

Cleese also wrote: “I personally prefer a culture that does not approve of FGM, Child Marriage and Killing Infidels,” and called Islam “the religion of paedophiles.” Here again, is the truth any defense? When two Muslim doctors went on trial a few years ago for performing female genital mutilations in the Detroit area, their defense was that the practice was part of their religion. Child marriage is rampant in some areas of the Islamic world because of the example of Muhammad, the prophet of Islam, who consummated his marriage with a nine-year-old girl when he was 54.

The Muslims who reported Cleese appear to be banking on the likelihood that Prevent officials and other British authorities will not be aware that what he said was accurate. With no reference to whether what Cleese said was true or false, “the complainant reportedly described the pattern of social media posts as dehumanising and as collectively attributing violence and criminality to Muslims, and assessed the risk as ‘Moderate to High.’”

The risk? Do they actually expect the British government, or the British people, to think that Basil Fawlty constitutes some risk to national security?

Not really, no. They expect that the squeaky Moslem wheel will continue to get the grease, as it always does nowadays.

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I Owe Y’all an Update

Posted on October 4, 2026 by Big Country Expat 3 Comments

Greetings and Salutations!
My A-polly-olly-geez for the late update, but I’ve been Mo-Fuggen BUSY.
The Update (as it is/was/were)
Sooooo…. let’s start from the beginning which is a swell spot to start (until the swelling goes down)…

As the majority of y’all know, despite the ‘slings and arrows of outrageous and egregious bullshtein that’s gone on recently, (Bogus CPS reports/Attempted Car theft and the like) we’ve managed some how to keep Ye Olde Nuggets ABOVE the fray, and Charlie Miked rather well. That being said that the week before last, Gretchen was having some back issues… normal stuff… pain and whatnot as well… with me at work, the Primary “Heavy Lifter” is G for the Dooney…

Who is now almost 34 pounds and 36 inches long at 9 months of age.

That’s a BIG sumbitch for 9 months Aye?

And nope… no pituitary issues… they tested… just normal growth.

FML. For funsies I loaded ALL of the Dooney’s respective physical statistics into am AI which came back and told me to expect FINAL sizer for him to be at the minimum 6 foot 7/320 pounds at a minimum as stated before. I’m not raising a kid, I’m raising a fucking future Warbeast. By the time he hits 18 months, he’ll be able to work on and be part of a crew served weapon…

So anyways… I now have a really serious respect for parents dealing with developmentally disabled kids… I.E. a real four-year-old who can’t walk/talk/take care of nor assist in their own upbringing… The Dooney is NORMAL but OMG… the amount of physical effort that goes into moving him around and hefting his big ass all over the place? How some folks have to do it? My blessings/prayers and respect to them…

Anyways… G had some back issues… It’s expected.
Hefting a big ole hamhocked bag o’cuteness around wears out a 56 year old female, never mind MY 57 year old broke-dick self….

Either way, by Monday, she’d had enough and went to the ER as her back was literally so bad she needed something to help.
Turns out, it wasn’t a back strain, she had a BAD kidney infection.
So they put her on some new antibiotic… I’ll refrain from mentioning it as there could be issues, BUT
It didn’t react well… LOTS of allergy type reactions, in particularly her eyes. Now for those of you who’ve been riding the BCE ‘train’ over the years, you may/may not recall that she had a collapsed retina and surgery to correct said collapse… personally I always thought that the dot-Indian (not feather-Indian) who performed the surgery might have bollixed it up, as even post-surgery, she still lost all sight in the eye, and man, she’s had issues ever since… either way…

By Wednesday, she stopped taking the new Anti-Bios, and her eyes looked like shit. Puffy… swollen… MAD allergy-looking if you know what I mean… We discussed it, and we decided we’d see how she felt by Friday……..

Thursday Night: The new job training had worn me out so badly as for me to be ‘mentally hollow’…. what little brains I had left were mashed taters AT BEST. I had gotten myself an eight pack of 16oz beers (the first I’ve had in months) and was chilling. G came out and said her eyes were really hurting, so I aquienced and we laid some lidocaine on the area, and that seemed to alleviate the issue….

At Midnight as I was wrapping up ‘things’ she came out and said “I’m not feeling very well… my arm hurts….” I also saw that her mouth was drooping and her right eye looked like I had hit her with two left hooks it was so swollen… needless to say, I called 9-11 Right Fucking There and Right Fucking Then. As an aside, you have to understand, with my background and training and abilities, generally 9-11 is ONLY reserved for IF you’re bleeding out from the eyeballs or asshole…. I hate the concept of wasting resources… however, in this case? Oh yeah… my bitch was having a stroke and I knew it.

What’s HILARIOUS was BECAUSE it was MY house and such, not only did ONE ambulance show, but also my boys, Deputy “Jimmy” as well as another deputy, and a Fire Truck…. Calls to Big Country’s house are apparently a potential Mass Casualty event it would appear…. Everyone was GREAT… the medics eval’d G, and immediately got her on the bus ASAP. The moved her to the local hospital, which performed the “Stroke Protocol” (drugs and scans and etc) and then, after the Brain SCan they went “NOPE!” This needs to be addressed by Tampa General!”

They then reloaded her on ANOTHER ambulance and raced her over to Tampa General. Once they evaluated her there, they said that they were going to set up an emergency surgery at USF. Seems she got seen and worked on by the premiere eye docs at USF Health Tyson-Martin Eye Institute. It’s the latest and greatest Eye Docs, and HIGHLY rated… like world class rated…

Now INTERESTING PISS ME OFF SIDE NOTE:
-I- had to UBER her over there as the insurance said that she’d used up her ‘ambulance/MEDEVAC allowance’
Not a big deal…
To a point…
The CEO of THAT particular group gets to keep drawing O2…
For now…

Right now I have FAR bigger fish to fry and bodies to stack than some bloated POS CEO, which I may/may not got into, depending on how angry I am after this… Let me tell you…. I’m on the fucking warpath right now, and I want heads. Literally/Metaphorically… I do not give a fuck… There are people out there RESPONSIBLE for this whole fucking shitshow, and I want to bathe in their blood…

Jes’ Sayin’…

So…
She got to the USF Clinic… and they were LITERALLY waiting for her.
Reason being?
The clot or growth or whatever the fuck it was/is was ON her right eye’s optic nerve INSIDE her nugget, and causing EXTREME pressure on both her eye, as well as…. wel everything. The fear was that IF they went in using NORMAL procedures, the clot might break loose and cause a metric MOAR fucktom of damage(s). Because of this, they sent in the “Eyeball/Clot A-Team”.
Instead of cracking open her casaba (as they would have even two years ago), they went in (from what I can tell… lots of techno-med babble told to me that (surprisingly!) I’m completely ignorant about…) That being said, they apparently inserted two micro-fibre optics in through her tear ducts. One was a camera, the other a laser. They then toasted up the clot/whathaveyou and G said she LITERALLY felt the relief as soon as they zapped it… she said that there was a ‘sound’ she L:ITERALLY heard in and through her head that sounded like a rubber band breaking, and immediately after, the pressure went away….

Damn!!!

High Speed Low Drag INDEED!

In fact SO HS/LD she got released to me Saturday Morning!
Now…. ashe’s doing great… a bit ‘off’ from her radical change of ‘stuff’… she’s got another follow up in two weeks ‘cos they told us this might come back until they figure out the source of the original clot, however, she will NOT have to worry about further stroke issues between the meds and the monitoring that’s going on… In this case, it falls to me to handle the observation and proactive protection…

Which leads me to this:
The person I lay 80% of the blame on for this is that retarded fuck who reported us to CPS for a bogus call.
Now that that is completely over, I can say this: It was -someone- who lurked on my BCE dot com blog.
CPS knew it was a bogus call as the fuckwit didn’t and couldn’t even provide the Dooney’s real name.
It’s now beyond personal
Lawfare has been initiated.
In Florida, a false CPS Accusation with malice (as this was) has, under a new law, a Felony Conviction with a $250,000 fine and as stated, a five year MANDATORY State Prison sentence… which depending on enhanced circumstances (like in this case, my wife ALMOST dying from a Stroke) they’re looking at TEN YEARS. On top of IF they were so fucking stupid as to report it from out-of-state, well… then we get Federal Charges added… and currently, I’m in communication with Jack Uthmeier’s office… that ABSOLUTE MAD LAD CHAD whos up for re-election? MAGA Dude all the way????

The want an example from what I heard…
No one YET has been taken down by that law…

If you’re reading this….
KYS now.
‘Cos I’m going ALL THE WAY TO DESTROY YOU AND YOUR FAMILY
No quarter asked for, nor given
FA/FO.
So that’s the update.

I appreciate ALL of your support/prayers/kind words and the like.
Stand strong in the face of Evil, for it cannot endure the Light of Righteousness. (No Idea… that just came to me)
More Later
Big Country

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On hellholes

Posted on October 4, 2026October 4, 2026 by Mike 2 Comments

The end-stage Leftwit Superstate.

I’m French 🇫🇷.
I was born in Paris.
I spent 25 years there.

But now: I don’t even want to know what happens in that hellhole 💀⚰️.

Not “troubled.” Not “declining.” Not “going through a difficult period.”

No. A HELLHOLE.

A country where everything is dirty, expensive, hostile, bureaucratic and permanently dysfunctional.

You pay absurd taxes for public services that increasingly behave as if providing a service were an unreasonable personal request.

Paris is noise, aggression, filth, traffic, strikes, scaffolding, sirens, queues, broken infrastructure and the constant sensation that every basic task has been deliberately redesigned to waste your time.

Nothing works without friction.
Nothing happens without paperwork.
Nothing can be fixed without a committee, a consultation, a union dispute, three administrative layers and somebody explaining why expecting normality is politically problematic.

Gee, THAT doesn’t sound at all familiar.

.Like I always say: go ye and read the rest, for It. Is. Good. Bleak, yes. Grim, why sure. Depressing, no doubt about it. Nevertheless: good.

Deathworks: what they are, what they do

Posted on October 4, 2026 by Mike 1 Comment

Oh great glory and splendor, looks like the shitlibs have found another lovely old classic to piss over, befoul, besmirch, and totally ruin.

It was Carl Trueman who introduced me to the idea of a deathwork, though the concept is Philip Rieff’s. According to Rieff, a deathwork is an assault on something that is hallowed to an established culture. It isn’t a critique or argument that the culture is untrue, but a means of profaning something that is sacred in order to make it seem ridiculous or repulsive. Trueman summarizes it as “the act of using the sacred symbols of a previous era in order to subvert, and then destroy, their original significance and purpose.”

In The Rise and Triumph of the Modern Self, Trueman uses the example of Andres Serrano’s repulsive 1987 photograph Piss Christ, which displayed a crucifix immersed in the artist’s urine. He says, “Serrano is not simply mocking the sacred order in this work of art; he has turned it into something dirty, disgusting, and vile… The sacramental is made into the excremental.” By putting a crucifix in urine, Serrano makes the holy an object of mockery.

In a later article at First Things, Trueman extends the category to priests who wear the LGBTQ rainbow when carrying out their liturgical duties. To do so is to use a symbol that is sacred, in this case the rainbow, and profane it. “Such actions are deathworks, the willing subversion of the sacred in the service of the profane. The priests and ministers who perform them are simply helping the church become just like our world: a place where the sacred symbols that give church life meaning are degraded and parodied until nothing but chaos remains, and the things intended to remind Christians of God’s faithfulness become objects of ridicule.” He returns to deathworks in his recent The Desecration of Man and says, “Often deathworks will subversively use the idioms or the symbols of something once considered sacred to destroy any notion of the sacred.”

And that brings me to the forthcoming film adaptations of C.S. Lewis’s Narnia books. These films are being adapted and directed by Greta Gerwig, who established her directorial credentials with hits like Lady Bird, Little Women, and Barbie. The first of them, The Magician’s Nephew, is expected to arrive in theaters in early 2027 and land on Netflix shortly thereafter. For several months, we heard rumors that Aslan might be voiced by a woman, and sure enough, in a preview of a feature for Empire magazine, Gerwig confirmed the role has gone to Meryl Streep. We also learned that Gerwig was inspired by David Bowie, “both for the look of Aslan (who has multicolored eyes and a red-striped face in this version) as well as the essence of the movie, according to Gerwig. She described wanting the movie to be ‘big and transporting’ and feel like a ‘rock opera.’” The early images show Aslan with not merely a stripe on his face and different-colored eyes, but rainbow coloring as well.

Not surprisingly, Narnia lovers and purists were dismayed by this gender-bending of Aslan, and with Gerwig’s tampering with a beloved character and story. Samuel James argues that it is essential to the character of Aslan that his voice evokes a father; Pierce Taylor Hibbs explains that Aslan must be male because Aslan’s maleness is essential to the story Lewis wrote; Anne Kennedy says Gerwig “is taking a thing of sublime beauty that opens a door of the soul for Christ to step through to heal and restore what is broken and wrong” and says Gerwig herself is the one desecrating it.

“Not surprisingly” being the operative turn of phrase here, of course. At this late stage of the game, nobody can credibly claim to be the least bit surprised at anything they say and/or do.

News you can REALLY use

Posted on October 4, 2026 by Mike Leave a comment

Using a plastic cutting board? Then stop. Just…STOP.

So when my husband turned 40 this spring, I splurged on something we’d always talked about: a private Japanese dinner, cooked by a real chef right in our own kitchen.

Chef Hiro arrived with a knife roll that probably cost more than my car payment. But what caught my eye was something else: tucked in next to the knives, he’d brought his own cutting board.

I laughed and told him we owned cutting boards — he really didn’t have to pack one. He smiled politely and kept setting up. Later, while he was prepping, I asked him about it.

Instead of answering, he picked up my cutting board — the white plastic one from Target I’d been using for about 18 months — and held it up under the kitchen light.

“Do you see all these scratches?” he asked, running his thumb across the deep grooves and knife marks. “That’s plastic your knife shaved off the board. So where do you think it all went?”

I just stared at him.

“It went into the food,” he said, setting it back down. “I stopped cutting on plastic years ago. Most chefs I know back home have too.”

I laughed it off in the moment. But that night, after the kids were in bed, I couldn’t stop thinking about it — so I started googling. Within ten minutes I found a university study that literally made me sick to my stomach.

The average person swallows up to 50 grams of microplastics from their cutting board every year.

That’s roughly the weight of ten credit cards — tiny, invisible plastic particles getting ground straight into your food every time you slice, dice, or chop. And I had been doing exactly that on the same plastic board for years, mindlessly serving it to my family.

Believe it or leave it, things only get worserer and worserer from there. From what I’ve read over the years, wooden boards have their issues also; in fact, I suspect that one way or another, there are always gonna be perfectly valid objections to any cutting-board material you can think of, up to and likely including stainless steel. But I washed my hands (in a manner of speaking—heh) of the plastic ones years and years ago, and have no plans to go back to ’em.

Via Insty, who in response can only mutter, “WELL.”

Demented Dominion

Posted on October 3, 2026October 4, 2026 by Mike 4 Comments

Elizabeth Nickson is just having WAAAY too much fun, bless her coal-black little heart.

The Demented Dominion is In A Lather and It is Marvellous
Trump has kicked over a bucket of murder hornets; life here consists of stumbling from one fainting couch to another

Who knew Canada could get so interesting? I am enjoying the hell out of this every day, as one flailing socialist after another trumpets his superior virtue, while the economy withers and dies and everyone with mettle and energy leaves. Plus it’s creating some awesome awesome humour.

I am trying to understand and explain why 70% of Canadians support Mark Carney. Essentially, 60% of us depend on the government for our living, and the rest, the 30% will expire, their businesses, income and revenue will drop, if the Trump tariffs take effect. Which means that the Liberal Party of Canada has broken the country so thoroughly, that without the massive subsidy from the States of 10% of our GDP a year – to include our $50 billion trade deficit with the U.S., our 25-50% tariffs on U.S. goods coming in, and 2% of our annual GDP spent on defense.

We cannot do it. We will die. We cannot exist without American largesse. We have destroyed our economy so thoroughly we are beggars.

Our GDP will drop (to) 0% and we will be in a deep deep depression.

Which may be the only thing to wake us up.

It’s a fairly long piece, of which you absolutely MUST read the all. And bang! Zoom! Just like that, into Ye Aulde Bookmarkes ’N’ Blogrolle she goes. Her blog is titled “Welcome To Absurdistan,” and believe me, cadets, you WILL be seeing that name around these parts again.

Update! From Elizabeth’s “About” page.

Here are my credentials. I was trained at the London Bureau of Time Magazine, spent seven years there, ending as European Bureau Chief of LIFE Magazine. I published a novel, The Monkey Puzzle Tree with Knopf and Bloomsbury. I’ve written for the Telegraph, the Globe and Mail, Harper’s Magazine, the Sunday Times Magazine, British Vogue, the Independent, the Guardian, the Observer. I have moonlighted writing for the Daily Mail (fun!) and covered the collections in Paris and London for the Toronto Sun and the LA Weekly.

In 2012, I published Eco-Fascists, How Radical Environmentalists are Destroying Our Natural Heritage, with Adam Bellow at Harper Collins New York.

To research the book, I drove 20,000 miles into the American backcountry, deep into the towns and counties no one visits. Over a full decade, I talked to thousands of men and women negatively impacted by the regulatory regime put in place by activists in government. They care deeply about the land and its health and no one listens to them. Regulations are put in place by people who live thousands of miles away and who are utterly heartless in their orientation, because the devastation is extreme. 20 million have been driven from their lands in the developing world, and I counted 14 million in the USA. Those lands more often than not, degrade. No one else has done that reporting in any systematic way, and I am, God help me, an authority on zoning, regulations, rules, legislation, land use, environmental NGOs, and the bitter fight over land, water and resources in the US, and to a lesser extent in Canada.

As I just said above: bookmarks. Blogroll. The lady is qualified and talented, with a unique perspective and a lively, appealing, even humorous (dare I say it) outlook. I look forward to working my slow, careful way through her blog archives, and to seeing more fine work from her in days to come. You go, girlfriend!

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