Now THIS is a mask I’d cheerfully wear forever.
My one and only gripe is that the hot chick has obscured her face with a mask herself.
Now THIS is a mask I’d cheerfully wear forever.
My one and only gripe is that the hot chick has obscured her face with a mask herself.
Aesop joyously rips into The Art Of Manliness’ list of Top Ten War movies, then ponies up one of his own as a corrective. I’m in complete agreement with him, save for his evaluation of Saving Private Ryan:
Good, but it still doesn’t make the cut, despite the Normandy beach landing scene being among the best scenes ever filmed in motion picture history. Loses out because the rest of the movie, while ranging from good to great, is pure fairytale.
Fairytale? Okay, so stipulated. Athough the War Movie admittedly requires a certain gritty verisimilitude in order to really work, moreso than just about any other filmic genre, I’m not particularly bothered by SPR‘s fairytale tendencies myself. Dialogue; character development; direction— to include staging, lighting, and cinematography especially, which are Spielberg’s most finely-honed skills—are superlative. The casting, too, is spot-on. If the admittedly essential thread of realism unravels to some extent…well, hey, it’s only a movie, right?
That duly-picked nit aside, Aesop’s choices for Top Tenner status I can endorse most heartily. I mean, The Great Escape? Patton? Blackhawk Down? Das Boot? Braveheart? Can’t argue with it, folks. The priceless closing rant:
We could have picked another twenty not mentioned, and so could you, before having to descend to some of the execrable picks of AoM, and anyone that would pick The Thin Red Line for anything but “Screenwriter Most Deserving A Firing Squad” should be fed to wild hogs while on fire, and then have the pigs nuked from orbit. Just to be sure. Some TV shows are shot in front of a live audience. Some movie directors should be as well.
Nota bene that nothing made in the last twenty years even makes the cut.
And I’ve lost track of how many defeatist, anti-hero, anti-American, anti-everything-that’s-honorable incomprehensible piles of shit pretending to be “epic” films just make me want to infiltrate a sound stage and choke the living shit out of some asshole twentysomething never-served wannabe film producers and directors, and pin their still-beating hearts to a wall with a rusty bayonet.
Amen to that as well. I’ll close this out with my own personal endorsement of Kelly’s Heroes, a star-studded slice of cinematic strangeness so far from combat-flick traditionalism it can’t be seen from there. Like other movies from the late 60s/early 70s counter-culture era, it struts its period influences so prominently they can grate at times. But it’s also a lot of fun—a genuine oddity whose defiance of war-flick norms manages to be more lighthearted and innocuous than heavy-handed and obnoxious, actually enhancing the film instead of ruining it.
Two tips for y’all that may very well come in useful in the days ahead. First, our old friend Chris Muir recommends that saner, non-Leftwit sorts seriously consider dumping PayPal for Authorize-dot-net.
I have no knowledge or experience with ’em myself; I’ll look into it and see what’s up. Having known Chris for many years now, I can tell you folks that I completely trust his judgment and smarts, and figure that any suggestion he makes along any such lines is likely a good one.
Second, entrepreneur extraordinaire Mike Lindell is launching a competitor for Amazon.
Mike Lindell is fighting back!
After he was canceled by retailers, Mike Lindell is starting his own online store: MyStore.com
MyStore is going to rival Amazon, Mike says.
“For years entrepreneurs and inventors have come to me with products and ideas. They don’t know how to market them, and I haven’t had the time to show them,” Lindell said in a video on the (Business Insider—M) site.
“I am going to put vetted products from great entrepreneurs on here, like you see a sampling of them here today, that are going to change this country,” he continued.
“We’re finally going to be able to see these products and be able to get these great entrepreneurs, their great ideas, out to you, the public.”
The site also proclaims that there are “hundreds” of products coming soon, and it includes a link to a form for people to submit applications for “products ready for market.”
Lindell has set himself a truly Herculean task with this venture, and I wish him every success. His “MyStore” can be visited here.
Still some of the most howlingly funny stuff I ever saw in my life.
That, of course, is from an early installment of Charlie Murphy’s True Hollywood Stories, one of the standout feature skits from Dave Chappelle’s short-lived (2003-06) TV show. The Rick James sketch was always my personal favorite, but the Prince one before it was a scream too…and apparently, as Murphy always swore and Prince and James both later confirmed, it really did happen.
Secrets about Charlie Murphy’s true Hollywood story and pancakes with Prince — among the best Dave Chappelle sketches ever
The funniest sketch on “Chappelle’s Show” didn’t come from Dave Chappelle — it was a gift from Charlie Murphy.
Murphy, who died Wednesday at 57, spent years as part of an entourage around his famed younger brother, Eddie, amassing weird tales from Hollywood. And while most of his stories seemed too crazy to believe, the greatest one of all was the time Charlie learned how Prince not only had a great jump shot, but could cook amazing pancakes as well.
“I swear it’s true,” Murphy told me years later. “I swear every word of it is true.”
In the sketch, part of an ongoing series called “Charlie Murphy’s True Hollywood Stories,” Eddie, Charlie and their friends meet Prince (played by Chappelle) and his band, The Revolution, at a party.
In November 2003, Marcus Bishop-Wright, a stand-up comic, landed a part in the sketch playing Miki Free, a member of Prince’s band. He arrived on the set the day it started filming. He didn’t know much about Murphy and they had never met.
“There was definitely an air of comedy royalty about him (Murphy),” said Bishop-Wright. “He seemed like this other version of Eddie, the street-cred version.”
The sheer absurdity of Charlie’s story made it tough to film without people on the set laughing,” he recalled. “It was really hard keep a straight face. Dave (Chappelle) was cracking up the whole time we were shooting, he would say, ‘Stop! I can’t believe this s–t really happened.'”
But there was Murphy the whole time insisting everything was true.
“I could even believe the part about them (The Revolution) arriving on the basketball court in those outfits,” Bishop-Wright said. “But the part about the pancakes? I kept thinking, ‘This is where it all becomes part of a comedy.'”
The sketch was filmed over a two-day period along with another “Charlie Murphy’s True Hollywood Stories” about the time he met Rick James.
Years later, Prince and other members of the band confirmed Murphy’s entire tale was true.
“The sketch didn’t even have to be written,” Bishop-Wright said. “The only stuff that was added were Dave’s little flourishes while being Prince.”
More from the real-life Micki Free:
Charlie Murphy wasn’t lying. Everything that happened in that [”True Hollywood Stories” sketch] was for real. We went back to Prince’s house after the club. It was 1985, and there was a bunch of girls with Eddie [Murphy], myself, Charlie—rest in peace—and some other guys. And out of nowhere Prince says, “Do you guys want to play basketball?” Me and Charlie and Eddie are looking at each other like, what the hell? And Prince goes, “Me, Micki, and Gilbert against you, Eddie, and Uncle Ray.”
We played three-on-three. I don’t remember if we changed our clothes, but I know for certain that Prince did not change his. He didn’t gear up to play. If anything changed beyond the blouses, it was his heels. Prince changed into some tennis shoes. All I remember is when Prince made that first shot, it was all-net. I’m looking at him make shot after shot, like, “What the hell?” Then at the end they really did make us pancakes—blueberry pancakes. And they were good! Hanging out with Prince was magical.
Oh, I bet it was at that.
I didn’t know Charlie Murphy was gone, I must confess; he died of leukemia in 2017, poor guy, at a too-young age. He’ll live on via his unforgettable contributions to Chappelle’s Show, among other performances, and forever may he rest. While we’re at it, here’s another Chappelle’s Show classic: The World Series Of Dice.
“Dis why black people don’t have nuthin’! Dis just what dey wan’ us to do! Yo’ mutha ain’t shit!” Too, too funny.
In the comments to the Marvin Gaye piece below, Kenny reminded me of another one of my all-time faves.
I should maybe add that I don’t disagree at all with Kenny’s evaluation of What’s Going On, either. I always liked Gaye, but as far as I’m concerned his best work was already behind him by the time WGO came out. His latter-day stuff, although certainly influential and bold, just left me cold for the most part, and I didn’t mean to imply otherwise in the earlier post. More deets on “Peculiar,” and on Marvin Gaye himself:
“Ain’t That Peculiar” is a 1965 song recorded by American soul musician Marvin Gaye for the Tamla (Motown) label. The single was produced by Smokey Robinson, and written by Robinson, and fellow Miracles members Ronald White, Pete Moore, and Marv Tarplin. “Ain’t That Peculiar” features Gaye, with The Andantes on backing vocals, singing about the torment of a painful relationship.
The single was Gaye’s second U.S. million seller successfully duplicating its predecessor “I’ll Be Doggone”, from earlier in 1965 by topping Billboard’s Hot R&B Singles chart in the fall of 1965, peaking at #8 on the US Pop Singles chart. It became one of Gaye’s signature 1960s recordings, and was his best-known solo hit before 1968’s “I Heard It Through the Grapevine”.
Marvin’s accompanied with background vocalist The Andantes: Marlene Barrow, Jackie Hicks and Louvain Demps with instrumentation by The Funk Brothers and Marvin Tarplin of The Miracles (guitars).
Gaye helped to shape the sound of Motown Records in the 1960s with a string of hits, including “How Sweet It Is (To Be Loved By You)” and “I Heard It Through the Grapevine”, and duet recordings with Mary Wells and Tammi Terrell, later earning the titles “Prince of Motown” and “Prince of Soul”. During the 1970s, he recorded the concept albums What’s Going On and Let’s Get It On and became one of the first artists in Motown to break away from the reins of its production company. Gaye’s later recordings influenced several R&B subgenres, such as quiet storm and neo-soul.
Following a period in Europe as a tax exile in the early 1980s, Gaye released the 1982 Grammy Award-winning hit “Sexual Healing” and the Midnight Love album. Since his death in 1984, Gaye has been posthumously honored by many institutions, including the Grammy Lifetime Achievement Award and the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame.
At around 11:38 am on April 1, 1984, as Marvin was seated on his bed talking to his mother, Gaye’s father shot at Marvin twice. The first shot, which entered the right side of Gaye’s chest, was fatal, having perforated his vital organs. Gaye was taken to the emergency room of the California Hospital Medical Center and was pronounced dead on arrival at 1:01 pm. Gaye died a day before turning 45. The gun with which Marvin Gaye, Sr. shot his son was given to him by Marvin as a Christmas present.
Another gifted musician dogged, and eventually doomed, by what’s generally known as a “troubled” personal life—an old story, a common one, and a tragic one. We’ve lost all too many of our greatest artists due to their “troubled” tendencies, one way or another. It’s long been my own belief that those “troubled” personal lives very often come along with the territory of creative genius. That maybe, just maybe, you only rarely get the one without the other—as if a skewed, reckless personality actually feeds the creative bent, both of them being integral components of the artistic soul. The flame that burns twice as bright burns half as long, as the saying goes.
Whites arrived in South Africa in 1652, not long after the Mayflower arrival in America. They had as much right to be there as any other new-world settlers. They built a wonderful country against daunting odds. The British were their first real antagonists. During the Anglo-Boer War, Britain built the world’s first concentration camps; more than 26,000 Afrikaans women and children died.
We survived, despite Britain’s greed for our gold, diamonds, and minerals. For 350 years, we toiled to sow the seeds of Western Civilization. Millions of Africans moved to South Africa from other parts of the continent seeking work and security from wars and conflict.
South Africa’s whites are the only substantial white population left in sub-Saharan Africa. There are only about four million of us in a country with a population of some 60 million. No one knows the real population of our country because millions of Africans have streamed across our borders since the African National Congress (ANC) came to power in 1994. Since then, there has been no border control.
Our country was handed over by the previous white government to a revolutionary gang. This happened because of enormous pressure from the West, especially from the United States. The ANC’s first president was Nelson Mandela, and the ANC’s path to power has been well documented. Whatever the world press has said about the “struggle for freedom,” the party took power through terror and the barrel of a gun. Nelson Mandela refused to renounce violence as a condition of his release, and violence continued well after he took power in 1994. It is his party, the ANC, that is destroying what was once a thriving first-world country. It was one of only six in the world that exported food; many neighboring African countries depended on us for jobs, security, and food.
Many of us knew that the dream of a non-racial democracy would end up as a black dictatorship. Many of us fought desperately to stop the takeover, but the West had a bizarre need to see black rule in this part of the world, whatever the consequences. Being right doesn’t mean you win. Giving “democracy” a chance here was a death sentence for our country. Whites voted for “negotiations,” bamboozled by the promise of power-sharing, world approbation, and acceptance into the “community of nations.” Nelson Mandela was never the icon portrayed by the world and especially by American liberals. South Africa today is his legacy.
What we see now in America follows the same pattern. The system is evil; it discriminates. There is no justice. It’s always someone else’s fault. Black Lives Matter has led to increased demands, and once these demands are met, there are always more. But you still have the wherewithal to resist.
In South Africa, conservatives were called far right, fascists, divisive, haters, intolerant. By nature, conservatives are not wild men in the streets, but you must act. The “progressive” philosophy sounds good, but it takes you into quicksand. We know. We saw it here. We lost. Don’t let your country slip through your fingers.
What follows is adopted from an article published by TLU SA — the Transvaal Agricultural Union South Africa. TLU SA is the oldest agricultural organization in South Africa, established at the end of the 19th century.
This is what you can expect if you fail to act.
A prognostication most grim, from a woman who saw the nightmare firsthand and lived to tell the tale. Our longtime friend Kim DuToit has been issuing like warnings for a good many years now; that previous link is to his “Africa” category archive, but the best place to start is probably his seminal “Let Africa Sink” post from way back in 2002 (!), republished here. A taste:
I lived in Africa for over thirty years. Growing up there, I was infused with several African traits — traits which are not common in Western civilization. The almost-casual attitude towards death was one. (Another is a morbid fear of snakes.)
So because of my African background, I am seldom moved at the sight of death, unless it’s accidental, or it affects someone close to me. (Death which strikes at total strangers, of course, is mostly ignored.) Of my circle of about eighteen or so friends with whom I grew up, and whom I would consider “close”, only about eight survive today — and not one of the survivors is over the age of fifty. Two friends died from stepping on landmines while on Army duty in Namibia. Three died in horrific car accidents (and lest one thinks that this is not confined to Africa, one was caused by a kudu flying through a windshield and impaling the guy through the chest with its hoof — not your everyday traffic accident in, say, Florida). One was bitten by a snake, and died from heart failure. Another two also died of heart failure, but they were hopeless drunkards. Two were shot by muggers. The last went out on his surfboard one day and was never seen again (did I mention that sharks are plentiful off the African coasts and in the major rivers?). My experience is not uncommon in South Africa — and north of the Limpopo River (the border with Zimbabwe), I suspect that others would show worse statistics.
The death toll wasn’t just confined to my friends. When I was still living in Johannesburg, the newspaper carried daily stories of people mauled by lions, or attacked by rival tribesmen, or dying from some unspeakable disease (and this was pre-AIDS Africa too) and in general, succumbing to some of Africa’s many answers to the population explosion. Add to that the normal death toll from rampant crime, illness, poverty, flood, famine, traffic, and the police, and you’ll begin to get the idea.
My favorite African story actually happened after I left the country. An American executive took a job over there, and on his very first day, the newspaper headlines read:
“Three Headless Bodies Found”. The next day: “Three Heads Found”. The third day: “Heads Don’t Match Bodies”.
You can’t make this stuff up.
You really can’t. Suffice it to say that the overall situation on that blighted hell-continent has NOT improved any since DuToit made his escape either, nor is it the least bit likely to if history is any indication. Happily, though, you can wash away the horrible taste left by perpetual African reality with something else for which Kim is justly renowned, bless that boy’s coal-black heart.
But is there really no good answer to be found? Is there no way out of our awful plight? Well, could be, could be. In what might be the most ironic turn of all time, a possibility was brought forth by the very Brit BLM bint who had her chronic lead deficiency addressed the other day:
Outlining the party’s manifesto in what was her first interview with a national publication, she called for a national register of alleged racists that would ban them from living near people from ethnic minorities.
‘If you live in a majority-coloured neighbourhood you shouldn’t reside there because you’re a risk to those people – just like if a sex offender lived next to a school he would be a risk to those children,’ she said.
So basically, segregation now, segregation tomorrow, segregation forever, then. What the hell, fine by me. Vox puts some flesh on the bones of the core concept.
Perhaps Black Lives Matter is on to something. Who could possibly question their position that racists should be banned from living near people from ethnic minorities.
Perhaps we could call the place that the racist microaggressive people live “Europe” and reserve a very large safe place for all the members of all the marginalised groups where the racists wouldn’t present a risk to them. And we could call it
“Africa”“Wakanda”. We would, of course, maintain a very strict exclusionary policy, so as to prevent any risks to the Wakandan children.
Don’ trow me inna dat dere briar patch, Brer BLM!
It’s nice when everybody can finally agree on something, eh?
The legendary Marvin Gaye’s seminal album turns fifty.
Marvin Gaye famously sang that “war is not the answer” in his signature protest song “What’s Going On.”
But for the late Motown legend, football was the answer to help lift him out of a deep depression after the 1970 death of Tammi Terrell — his frequent duet partner on hits such as “Ain’t No Mountain High Enough” — and into creating “What’s Going On,” his classic album that was released 50 years ago on May 21, 1971.
Be mindful of the bit about Tammi Terrell. You’ll be seeing this material again.
“It was during a time when he was trying out for the Detroit Lions and being a football player,” said David Ritz, author of 1985’s “Divided Soul: The Life of Marvin Gaye,” the definitive biography of the singer. “He was a good athlete, and he had this notion of wondering if he could turn pro, but I’m not sure he had the chops. But he certainly had the drive.”
Ultimately, his would-be teammates stepped in. “They told him, ‘Hey Marvin, we’re crazy about you, but go home ‘cause we don’t want to hurt you.’”
Still, Gaye went on to become such good buddies with Detroit Lions players Lem Barney and Mel Farr that they teamed up to provide background vocals on “What’s Going On,” the song that inspired and introduced Gaye’s masterpiece album, which last year Rolling Stone ranked at No. 1 on its list of the 500 Greatest Albums of All Time.
In addition to coming in at Numero Uno on Rolling Stone‘s 500 Greatest Albums Of All Time list, along with a tremendous number of other Best Ever enumerations from around the planet, What’s Going On remains the biggest-selling album Motown ever has had.
You DID remember what I said about keeping that Tammi Terrell mention fresh in mind, right? As promised, we’re coming back to that material, if from a somewhat sideways direction. See, although Marvelous Marvin did indeed produce a whole slew of truly wonderful work with Terrell, the duet of his I always liked best was with Kim Weston.
No slight whatever intended to Tammi Terrell, of course or any of the other artists fortunate enough to have shared a mic with Marvin Gaye. But that right there’s some goooood squishy.
Saying a not at all fond farewell to Government Gas Cans.
From a seller on eBay, I purchased a gas can retrofit/repair kit. These are VERBOTTEN here in Kommiecticut, and are unavailable from retailers like Cheaper Than Dirt. They make you input your zip code to see if they will ship to you, or others will rebrand them as “water spout kits.” For $25 and free shipping, I got five of these kits in a package. I have two complete kits left.
I turned a difficult to use messy gas jug into an easy pour version that has yet to spill a drop.
I’ve done something along similar lines myself, for the low, low price of neither jack nor shit. All’s you gotta do is gut the goobermint “expert”-mandated spout completely, which basically leaves you with a simple, unclogged tube to pour Satan’s Own Go-Juice through as God intended. Failing that, scout around some for one of the older versions that actually work well for the job they’re meant to do.
After that, you just drill, slice, or punch a vent hole into the top of the once-useless container, and VIOLA! You’re back to having a gas can that won’t inspire thoughts of mayhem, murde, and revolution every time you try to use the thing. Problem solved, which one must assume these days is an imprisonable hate crime that will likely land you with a five-to-ten stretch in a different kind of jug altogether.
Thanks to WRSA for hipping me to our latest bookmarks ‘n’ Blogrolle add. And welcome aboard, Glypto.
So earlier today, Jim Hoft at GP busted “President” Faux Joe Biden in another of his buffoonish dumbshows, a PR stunt in which the senile old fraud pretended to drive an electric car (an F150 pickup, actually) for a photo-op. Hoft exposed the truth with pics and video of a gleefully drooling Bai-Ding “steering” wildly to the right, while the clown-car continued on in a straight line. In the pics, a second steering wheel akin to the rig they used to install in Drivers Ed autos was unmistakably visible, as were the hands of the guy in the passenger seat who was obviously in control of the toy truck.
Now, that alone was pretty good. But then it got better.
Later today we received this email from a far-left USA Today “fact-checker” who is paid to harass conservative publications.
I’m Chiara Vercellone, a fact check reporter with USA TODAY. I’m emailing you because we’ve come across the article published by Gateway Pundit which claims Biden was not, in fact, driving the Ford F-150 electric truck earlier this week.
I’ve read your article and I see that you mention the model Biden was driving has two steering wheels. Where did you get that information from? Did Ford confirm that with you?
I also wanted to ask you if you could elaborate on the tone and motivation to write the article.
We are writing a fact check on this and will be publishing this week.
Thank you in advance.
It is greatly to Jim’s credit that he’s fully Woke (ahem) to what he could expect in the way of fair and respectful treatment from this “journalist” bint. So, with eyes wide open, he decided not to respond with an obsequious, earnest promise of complete cooperation like all too many “conservative” rumpswabs would have—wriggling his entire body with joy, like a lonesome puppy when his master finally comes back home, at being noticed by an exalted Corporate Media outlet. Instead, he returned fire with this decidedly less-than-awestruck blast:
We also have some questions for you as well.
Did you watch the entire video in our post and/or view the photos?
Did you see the second person in the passenger seat with his hands on that wheel?
Did you see when Joe Biden moved the steering wheel yet the car is not moving in that direction?
And what is your motivation in asking TGP these questions?
What are you trying to assess from your questions?
Have you confirmed with Ford on the record their statement?
Do you believe Joe Biden is fit enough to drive a car or truck?
Would you ride in a car with Joe Biden driving you?
Did you watch his speech on Tuesday? Did you count how many times he got lost in his own words?
Have you reported on his mental decline? Have you reported on his dementia?
Or is your organization protecting Joe Biden?
Why do you continue to hide the truth from the American public?
We will also be doing a follow-up story including your email…Could you please provide some additional information?
What is the tone and motivation of your questions?
Can you elaborate on your motivation for this fact check?
What conclusions are you trying to affirm through your questioning?
Heh. And that, folks, is what we call balling the fuckin’ jack.
Stay on his worthless ass like a bad rash.
Hunter Biden Runs Back Into His House and Slams the Door When Confronted by Journalist and Huge Digital Billboard
Although he has recently granted several softball interviews to friendly corporate media outlets as part of his tone-deaf rehabilitation book tour, Hunter Biden on Monday had no time for an independent journalist who had just a few simple questions to ask.
Hunter initially came down to answer the door when journalist and filmmaker Phelim McAleer showed up outside of his home in Venice, California, but as soon as he realized that McAleer was not a state-approved journalist, “he ran back inside his home and slammed the door,” according to McAleer’s website Unreported Stories.
To be fair, it’s possible that the giant mobile digital billboard McAleer brought with him spooked the scandal-plagued Biden back into his house.
The billboard displayed a rotating menu of pointed questions regarding Cracky McPedophile’s Burisma scam, the Big Guy, and other pertinent topics. After Hunter’s cowardly duck ‘n’ cover, the two intrepid journalists then cruised the rig around Hunter’s posh West LA ‘hood a while before heading over to the Santa Monica Pier for a spell.
The stunt was the work of married filmmaking team Ann McElhinney and Phelim McAleer, who have made the Biden the subject of their latest project, “My son Hunter,” The Hunter Biden Movie.
McElhinney and McAleer were also behind the highly rated movie “Gosnell: The Trial Of America’s Biggest Serial Killer,” and the “FBI Lovebirds: UnderCovers” play that was based on the steamy texts of FBI agents Peter Strzok and Lisa Page.
Before that, the feisty Irish couple took on the global warming hoax with their documentary “Not Evil, Just Wrong.”
They are currently crowdfunding for their new film about Hunter Biden which they say will “expose the truth behind Hunter Biden’s business and corruption scandals and their direct connection to President Joe Biden.”
“Hunter Biden is terrified of the truth about the corruption being revealed,” explained McAleer. “That’s why he ran back in his house when he realized journalists were there to ask him serious questions. He’s used to easy questions from his Hollywood friends like Jimmy Kimmel, but when he’s faced with the serious allegations against him and his family – he runs scared. Hunter may not have answered us today but we will be back and we will have our questions answered.”
Good on ’em for their tenacity and all, but it’s a safe bet these two brave souls will be quietly “removed” by FBI goons long, long before a single one of those questions gets answered.
Stilton takes the ever-lovin’ piss out of the Ecotards.
As per usual at Uncle Stilty’s joint, he follows up with a brief explanatory op-ed.
During a recent hearing, US Special Envoy for Climate (we don’t know if there’s also a Just Regular Envoy for Climate) John Kerry conceded that there’s a tiny little problem with our nation’s “Green New Deal” push to import millions of solar panels. And that tiny little problem is that some of those solar panels are manufactured by slaves (Uighurs, though saying that word aloud in the workplace can probably get you fired) in China. The country which, according to recent data, produces more planet-contaminating pollution than every other country on Earth combined.
So sending them our money to create more pollution seems counterproductive at the very least. But more troubling is that whole “slave labor” thing, which you’d think would bother those on the Left at least a little. But apparently they’re only interested in slavery which happened in the distant past and can be used for current political leverage.
Yes, there’s more. And yes, you should read it all.
In contrast with the article mentioned in my previous post, here’s a REAL shocker.
The Supreme Court unanimously rejected Biden administration arguments in a case from Rhode Island that police should be allowed to enter homes without a warrant to seize handguns.
The ruling in the case, Caniglia v. Strom, court file 20-157, came May 17.
Erich Pratt, Senior Vice President of Gun Owners of America and the affiliated Gun Owners Foundation, praised the new decision.
“The Supreme Court today smacked down the hopes of gun grabbers across the nation,” Pratt said.
“The Michael Bloombergs of the world would have loved to see the Supreme Court grant police the authority to confiscate firearms without a warrant. But the Supreme Court unanimously ruled that the Fourth Amendment protections in the Bill of Rights protect gun owners from such invasions into their homes.”
Given the run of dismaying decisions rendered by Trump’s three appointments since the Occupation Government swindled its way into power (and even before that, actually), I must admit I did NOT see this one coming. Bill offers some speculation on what the future might bring:
This overturns two lower court decisions, and firmly, too. Further, in dicta, Alito noted:
At the same time, he noted that the case implicates “another body of law that petitioner glossed over: the so-called ‘red flag’ laws that some States are now enacting.”
Such laws, he wrote, “enable the police to seize guns pursuant to a court order to prevent their use for suicide or the infliction of harm on innocent persons.”
Although this particular decision does not address those issues, “provisions of red flag laws may be challenged under the Fourth Amendment, and those cases may come before us.”
This is all good stuff. However, take note that this decision was unanimous, which leaves me worried that Roberts will do everything he can to prevent any new gun legislation that extends Heller and MacDonald beyond a guarantee of a right to keep arms inside your own home unless he can get a unanaimous court to do so. And he won’t be able to do that.
…Yes, the Court did just take a a case that would be a perfect opportunity to do just that.
As I say, though, I doubt if Roberts was among those who granted cert – it was probably Alito, Thomas, Gorsuch and Barrett. I think that Kavanaugh is probably Roberts’ bitch and will vote with the Chief no matter what.
So we’ll see.
Indeed we will. Elsehwhere, Codrea notices an atypical dearth of chatter from the Left:
I just checked Twitter and as of this posting have not seen one national “commonsense gun safety group” react and inform its supporters.
MSNBC doesn’t feel much like talking about it either.
Heh. Good; it almost certainly means that this decision has left them much too depressed to make with their usual triumphant braying. With luck, this could even bring about a few suicides amongst the gun-grabbers. But even if it doesn’t, we can all still enjoy the unusual silence while it lasts.
Get up, stand up/Stand up for your rights…before they’re gone forever.
A Trump supporter said exactly what all of us have been thinking during an absolutely epic rant at a gas station.
In a video posted to Instagram, the infuriated man paces around a gas station demanding to know why Joe Biden voters are not being forced to stand by every mistake the president makes — the way that Trump supporters had to defend every single thing he did.
“Where the f-ck are the Joe Biden supporters?” the man shouts at the crowded station at the beginning of the video. “I can tell y’all why I support Trump, tell me why y’all support this motherf-cker.”
He walked around for a minute before noting that “ain’t nobody saying nothing,” as no one was willing to stand up to him and defend Biden’s honor. He noted that liberals had a “whole lot of energy” to open their mouths when Trump was in office.
As people filled their cars with the newly overpriced gas thanks to the administration’s policies, he explained that every day he had to explain why he supported Trump.
“I had to stand behind that sh-t every f-cking day,” he says in exasperated frustration. “I don’t hear no motherf-cking body telling me why they support Joe Biden or all this goofy sh-t.”
Cassandra cautions that the language is, shall we say, not suitable for children and other living things, and she ain’t wrong. But sometimes good old-fashioned salty words are just what the occasion calls for. This would be one of those times. Be sure to scroll down at GP and watch the vid; as I told the members of my small text-msg meme list earlier, it just might be the greatest video of all time. And there’s more cause for celebration and hope out there.
The Lewis Country Store in Nashville, Tennessee is making massive waves with a giant screen broadcasting memes slamming the Biden administration over gas prices.
Among the memes are photos of a laughing Tucker Carlson, an empty gas gauge with the Biden/Harris logo, and a meme of the president’s son, Hunter Biden, smoking crack in a bathtub.
“Hope gas prices don’t get too high,” one side of the meme reads. The other side is captioned “gas prices,” with the Biden family photo.
The gas station and country store previously made waves for putting a message on the screen that read “roses are red. Grass is greener. If you think I’m gonna wear a mask, you can suck my wiener.”
Read all of this one and watch the vid too; I personally guarantee it’ll put a smile on your face and a song in your heart. Speaking of songs, I’ve posted this classic Marley tune before, I know. But it’s never the wrong time to enjoy it again, and it never will be.
Preach it, brother.
There’s only one way out of the Branch Covidian dystopian nightmare: stark, unyielding defiance.
FRANKLIN, Tenn. — Amid a nonprofit group’s lawsuit against Republican Gov. Bill Lee alleging his coronavirus restrictions were unconstitutional, the group is putting up billboards to encourage residents to return to normal.
Tennessee Stands, a conservative group with offices across the state, started the initiative in Johnson City and put up additional billboards in Bristol and Kingsport. The billboards read, “Your Compliance is prolonging this nightmare. Ditch the mask.”
Tri-City Director Danielle Goodrich led the effort in the three cities. She founded the group Johnson City Freedom to try and get kids in person for school during the pandemic. Goodrich also took issue with schools eventually requiring students to mask up upon reopening. She told The Federalist that Americans should not have to “bow down to these absurd, slavish, and oppressive rules, which the government doesn’t have the authority to do.”
“The government can’t tell you not to work,” Goodrich said. “You need to eat. These are unalienable rights. The government’s only purpose is to uphold and protect the unalienable rights of the people, not to infringe upon them.”
Tennessee Stands takes issue with Lee’s COVID response. Hundreds of volunteers are working on the billboard project. One is Angela Grgic, a resident of Columbia who joked her last name would look like a typo. She joined the initiative because the government’s response “didn’t feel right.”
“It seemed like my rights — my constitutional rights — were being taken away from me without my permission,” Grgic said in an interview. “It just didn’t feel right. So some friends and I got together and we were talking about it a lot. We found Gary and Tennessee Stands. We started watching videos and doing more research. We started realizing, ‘Man, why are we complying? Why are we just going along with this because everybody else is?’ We just started pushing back.”
Two Johnston City volunteers concurred with Grgic, and told The Federalist masks have become a political tool. Dr. Denise Sibley, M.D., said masks are “a symbol of control rather than they are a medical intervention.” She has lived in Johnson City for 31 years.
“This is all part of COVID theatre,” Sibley said. “So, if you want to wear it for your theatre, that’s fine. But don’t make everyone else see a new show.”
Good on all these fine Americans, and Godspeed to them. Bottom line:
“I hope this encourages people that are tired of complying with arbitrary rules that there are other people like them,” said Humble. “If we all just stop doing this tomorrow, it ends. The only power these people have is our compliance. It’s the simple principle of the consent of the governed. We’re consenting to unconstitutional government.”
How heartening it is to know that, even today, there are still some folks out there in this stricken land who truly do get it.
A group of active French military personnel has published a new open letter to the country’s president Emmanuel Macron, warning him of a “civil war” brewing in the country after all the “concessions” he’s made to Islamism.
The letter, published in the conservative Valeurs Actuelles magazine late on Sunday, strikes a similar tone to the message published by the same outlet last month. Unlike the previous one, which was signed by 25 retired generals and active-duty soldiers, the new letter is anonymous and is open for signing by the general public. As of noon on Monday, it had attracted over 100,000 signatures.
The authors of the letter have described themselves as active-duty French soldiers, belonging to the younger generation of the military that saw actual combat over the past years.
An excerpt from this latest…well, call it a warning order:
Our seniors are fighters who deserve to be respected. These are for example the old soldiers whose honor you have trampled on in recent weeks. It is these thousands of servants of France, signatories of a platform of common sense, soldiers who gave their best years to defend our freedom, obeying your orders, to wage your wars or to implement your budget restrictions. , which you soiled while the people of France supported them.
These people who fought against all the enemies of France, you have treated them as factious when their only fault is to love their country and to mourn its visible downfall.
Under these conditions, it is up to us, who have recently entered the career, to enter the arena simply to have the honor of telling the truth.
We are what the newspapers have called “the fire generation”. Men and women, active soldiers, of all armies and of all ranks, of all sensibilities, we love our country. These are our only claims to fame. And if we cannot, by law, express ourselves with our face uncovered, it is just as impossible for us to be silent.
Afghanistan, Mali, the Central African Republic or elsewhere, a number of us have experienced enemy fire. Some have left comrades there. They offered their skin to destroy the Islamism to which you are making concessions on our soil.
Almost all of us have known Operation Sentinel. We saw with our own eyes the abandoned suburbs, the accommodation with delinquency. We have undergone the attempts to instrumentalize several religious communities, for whom France means nothing – nothing but an object of sarcasm, contempt or even hatred.
We marched on July 14th. And this benevolent and diverse crowd, which acclaimed us because we are the emanation of it, we were asked to beware of it for months, by forbidding us to circulate in uniform, by making us potential victims, on a soil that we are nevertheless capable of defending.
Cowardice, deceit, perversion: such is not our vision of the hierarchy. On the contrary, the army is, par excellence, the place where we speak truthfully to each other because we commit our lives. It is this confidence in the military institution that we call for.
Yes, if a civil war breaks out, the army will maintain order on its own soil, because it will be asked to. It is even the definition of civil war. No one can want such a terrible situation, our elders no more than us, but yes, again, civil war is brewing in France and you know it perfectly well.
Strong words indeed, and entirely righteous ones. As of this morning the letter had been co-signed by more than 229,000 valiant Frenchmen, bless them.
Also attached to the WRSA post from whence this came is Buppert’s timely reminder to not underestimate the courage or ability of the French soldiery, and he ain’t wrong about that. Back in the days when Cousin Regbo was posting here regularly, I was in the habit myself of making sport of Gallic military derring-do. Reggie—a career USN fighter jock who spent a year flying the Dassault Super Étendard off the French carrier Foch as an exchange officer—upbraided me on the regular about my ill-informed disdain, insisting that the sailors and flyboys he had served with on the Foch were among the toughest and most ferocious warriors he knew of anywhere on Earth.
Then again, though, Reg wound up marrying not one but two (2) French femmes before all was said and done, so he might’ve been just a wee mite biased in favor of the Frogs generally. Whatever the case, kudos and a toss of the ol’ beret to the French soldiery for daring to step up and speak truth to Power at last. Their caution about interjecting themselves in their country’s political affairs is both becoming and proper, and speaks quite well of their professionalism and patriotism. We must all hope and pray that they haven’t waited until it was too late.
Its spirit of rebellion, iconoclasm, and just plain orneriness, apparently, lives on in some quarters.
Former lead singer and primary songwriter of the legendary punk band the Misfits, Michale Graves, is hosting a patriotic talk and music podcast — and it is a must listen.
His show, Radio Deadly with Michale Graves, is described as “an unconventional talk show that fuses patriotic politics with punk rock set in a format that calls back to the classic days of talk/music radio.”
Speaking to the Gateway Pundit, Graves said that he is trying to create a variety show, bringing together culture and intellectual discussions about the things that matter.
Graves explained that he is also trying to add in comedy and humor with a hilarious woke-puppet named “Grimple Graves” that lectures the musician for his problematic wrongthink.
“I’m trying to bring a sense of comedy to the show. I really think that it’s important, as we go through what we’re going through, that we remember to laugh and create things that make us laugh and smile,” Graves explained. The left, he noted, don’t appear to be able to have any fun anymore. “I don’t think they’re able to smile. Their faces don’t even do it anymore,” he said.
Though the show was originally launched about a decade ago, it has a new home on Censored.TV, the home of many deplatformed personalities from the right including Gavin McInnes, Milo Yiannopoulos, and Jim Goad. He is often joined by the show’s producer, film director, journalist, and frequent guest on “Friday Night’s All Right;” Pawl Bazile, as well as Graves’s manager, army vet, and co-host of “the Michale Graves Show” on YouTube; Arturo Santaella.
Topics range from current events, politics, and music — to his Christian faith and serious spiritual matters.
Good on ya, Michale, all the way ’round—although I feel it incumbent upon me to point out that Graves was NOT the singer for the original Misfits, but for the years-later reboot of the band that their founder and original singer, Glenn Danzig, wanted nothing to do with.
After a long legal battle, Glenn agrees to a settlement with Jerry and Doyle, along with Caroline Records, on January 1. The deal allows the two to perform and record under the name the Misfits, but also discontinues the entire Samhain catalogue. The same day Plan 9 becomes defunct. After a Danzig show in New Jersey on April 26, Jerry and Doyle knock on Glenn’s hotel room door and ask if he wants to rejoin the Misfits. Jerry later tells Metal Maniacs, “We went to his door and knocked and 15 minutes later security came and walked us out of the hotel. So we took that as a ‘no.'” In an interview with Seconds, Glenn shares his true feelings about the new version of the Misfits. “The band you’re seeing right now as the Misfits is not the Misfits. It’s one guy trying to relive something and make some money because punk is fashionable again. It’s not the Misfits and everyone who’s seen them has called me and said, ‘What the fuck is this?'”
WELL, then. But no matter, Graves still clearly has his head screwed on right:
Graves, despite being a punk legend, is facing severe backlash for agreeing to be a witness for the defense for Proud Boys who are being charged over the January 6 Capitol protest.
The influential musician maintains that there was no plan for an insurrection, and that members of the Proud Boys who were at a Latinos for Trump event that he went to had asked him to perform at a party later that day. Hardly sounding like people who were gearing up to go try and topple the government.
Three cheers, a tip of the cap, and good on ya again, Michale. Having brought up Glenn Danzig and all:
GLENN DANZIG: MISFITS COULDN’T HAPPEN TODAY DUE TO “CANCEL CULTURE”
“You could never have the punk explosion nowadays because of woke bullshit”
He’s right about that, and you know he is.
Now myself, I never much cared for the Misfits, either then or now. Danzig has a cpl-three songs I like, but still…meh. So instead of embedding any of that stuff, I’ll just go with the song I lifted my post title from, by a vintage punk band I DO like.
The Exploited’s early recordings were kind of thin and creaky-sounding, a matter more of production values (or lack of them) than anything else. Later on, the power and OOMPH! always present in their live shows was brought to the fore, a difference that’s kinda hard to miss here:
Yeeeaaah. THAT’S more like it.
I’m sure I’ve recounted the tale here before of the time I kinda-sorta inadvertently got Glenn Danzig—a dedicated straight-edge type, mind—stoned to the bejeezus bells one night in a Lower East Side bar I worked in, the world-renowned No-Tell Motel on Ave A (a great interview with No-Tell’s founder and proprietor, my old friend Deb Parker, can be perused here).
Deal was, the girl I worked with would now and then bring in brownies, cookies, or what have you made with some of the most potent weed I ever did run across. She’d put them out on the bar on a plate, for our in-the-know friends and barfly regulars to, umm, enjoy.
Now, Glenn was a semi-regular at No-Tell his own self, and happened to be in on one of those extry-special Friday nights when there were spiked comestibles present. Sure enough, Glenn asked me if he could have a cookie; after a moment’s hesitation I simply shrugged and said, “sure, man, go right ahead.” Next time I turn around, Glenn is grinning woozily, bleary eyed, and swaying on his stool, surrounded by other bar patrons heartily slapping him on the back and razzing him.
If you know him, don’t tell him I told y’all about this, ‘kay?
America is now in the midst of a communist revolution that is trying to centralize power through bringing every element of the U.S. government, from the lowest levels to the top, under the control of the executive branch, said author and filmmaker Trevor Loudon.
“Therefore, the independence of the legislature, the independence of the supreme court, the independence of the sheriffs and the police must all be destroyed, and the loyalty of the army to the Constitution must be transferred to loyalty to the president,” Loudon said in an interview with The Epoch Times’ Crossroads program.
“And this is guided by socialists. I believe it’s guided by the Communist Party of China,” Loudon said. The revolution uses race “rather than class to overturn the existing structures of society and start something new.”
Lots, lots, LOTS more good stuff at the link, most of which has been said before in this h’yar hogwallow. That doesn’t mean it ain’t worth reading anyway, though.
Update! Only barely related, perhaps, but since it’s from Loudon’s website, that’s close enough.
Just when the Republicans are poised to dump Rep. Liz Cheney from House GOP leadership, they are embracing ex-masculine man Caitlyn Jenner as a candidate for Governor of California. Caitlyn, once known as Bruce, immediately went on Sean Hannity’s Fox News show in high heels to be crowned as the new conservative white trans hope.
The GOP will evolve from the status of the stupid party into the pansy party, driving real men away and giving a confusing message about masculinity.
The endorsement of the faux woman Jenner comes on the eve of Mother’s Day, May 9, when real women are celebrated for giving birth to real boys and girls.
Any nation that wants to survive into the future has to reproduce boys and girls, not make boys into girls.
On the heels of his/her Hannity appearance, the conservative-oriented Just the News website proclaimed, “Jenner lays out conservative platform in bid to become next California governor,” with a subheadline about the candidate describing herself as “pro-law enforcement,” “pro-border protection,” and “pro-ICE.”
He/she was quick to proclaim, “No boys in girls sports,” appealing to conservatives who believe in biological differences between the sexes. But since this is a woman who was once a man, a famous Olympic athlete, one has to wonder what’s going on here. It’s either a publicity stunt or a Democratic Party plot to make Republicans look silly.
Heh. As if they needed any help. In anyt event, I must strongly disagree with Jenner’s position on that last, and applaud this welcome development.
A biological male will be allowed to compete at an Olympics weightlifting competition in the women’s super heavyweight category.
Laurel Hubbard, a 43-year-old New Zealander, used to compete in men’s weightlifting but after repeatedly losing he ‘transitioned’ in 2013 and now competes against women.
Hubbard is eligible to compete in the Olympics because “the IOC issued new guidelines allowing transgenders to compete as women as long as their testosterone levels are below 10 nanomoles per liter for at least 12 months before the competition,” Reuters reported.
Hubbard has angered many in the weightlifting world in the last several years, and rightfully so.
Good, good. Seeing as how we’ve been strongarmed into full compliance with the feminazi shibboleth declaring that there is NO difference between the sexes—NONE—as well as swallowing whole the contention of unhinged transvestites that to believe oneself female is to in fact be female, it would be a gross injustice to disallow this mediocre-as-a-man lifter from “transitioning” into a world-beater in the wymrynz’ competition.
In fact, in obeisance to the new “reality” foisted onto us by deranged freaks, I see absolutely no reason whatsoever that satisfactorily-evolved Persynxz should tolerate separate sportsball leagues, events, or classifications of any kind. I ask you all: aren’t female-only entities such as the WNBA, college women’s softball teams, GLOW, etc the living definition of segregation? And has segregation not been universally recognized, since the hallowed Civil Rights movement of the 1960s, as completely intolerable, the Sin of all Sins? Do we or do we not believe in equality as the most quintessentially American of ideals?
One of Kurt Schlichter’s perennial favorites is his New Rules trope, which is kinda-sorta an inversion of Alinsky’s Rule 4, a way to turn it back on Progressivists: “Make the enemy live up to its own book of rules.” And hey, as someone who has long advocated fighting fire with fire, I’m good with that. So yeah, let men compete as whichever of Baskin-Robbins 37 Flavors Of Gender (and counting!) they “identify” as that particular day. Let burly bull-daggers try out for interior linemen in the NFL if that’s what they think they want to do. Let boxers be classified according to weight exclusively, leaving sex out of it altogether as the archaic artifact of misogynist, patriarchal bigotry they tell us it is. As a forward-looking, tolerant, Progressivist society, let our minds be open so wide our damned brains fall out.
Let’s make the feminazis embrace the principles they profess—no exceptions, no exemptions, no set-asides or special privileges. Let’s make every last shitlib Leftard live up to their own rules at long, long last. Let’s see how they like it.
The treacherous, feeble NeverTrumpTard cuckservatives currently overseeing the slow demise of the once respected NRO tried to have a go at Strauss and Howe’s Generations Theory, in their now-standard dishonest, supercilious way. Bill, bless his cold, black heart, ain’t having any of it.
Reasons to Doubt that America Is Reaching a Scheduled Nervous Breakdown (NRO link not transcribed, because fuck ’em—M)j
One of the problems with any theory suggesting that history moves in inexorable preset and distinctive cycles is that you have to focus your metaphorical camera lens on particular events and leave the rest of the mess out of frame. It’s not crazy to believe, as Howe and Strauss contend, that the years from 1946 to Kennedy’s assassination in 1963 represent a “high” in American life. It certainly seemed that way compared to the Great Depression and World War Two! But to classify that era as a a “high,” you more or less have to hand-wave away segregation, “massive resistance,” the Korean War, McCarthyism, the arms race, Sputnik, Mao and the Communist takeover of China, the Cuban Missile Crisis, and the beginning of the Vietnam War.
Sorry, you really don’t understand the theory well enough to comment on it.
Was the postwar period a high? By just about every measure, yes.
On the ground, segregation was improving, but during that period, whites made up about 90% of the US population, and the protests and riots of the 1960s-70s era were yet to come. The Korean War was a relatively minor affair, especially as compared to WWII, (402,000 casualties vs 38,000) and Dwight Eisenhower was elected to bring the troops home, which he did.
McCarthyism was a minor political issue that did not interfere much with the average American’s enjoyment of the Good Times. The arms race, sputnik, Castro, and Vietnam were blips, (the Cuban missile crisis lasted only for a few days), and did not much affect the overall zeitgeist either. As for Mao, nobody here cared about China. A majority of Americans probably couldn’t even find it on a map.
The economy boomed, and America bestrode the world like a collossus. Everybody who wanted one had a job, and the jobs paid well. The standard of living doubled, doubled again, and then again. Science and technology churned out marvel after marvel that made life for the average America simpler and more satisfying. I can remember how thrilled my mom was when modern washing machines and dryers came on to the scene.
You could send your kids outdoors to play in the summer from breakfast until dinner time with little or no supervision, and little or no fear for their safety.
It was a true golden era, and to try to pretend that it wasn’t is disingenuous in the extreme.
Rewriting history—as those fine, upstanding True Conservatives at NRO so hamhandedly attempted—to alter the perception of the 50s in the public mind from the high-water mark of American prosperity, power, and general contentment it truly was to a stilted, joyless, uptight, soul-eating dystopia was a Big Thing™ for several decades there, beginning in the late 60s. I seem to recall that a certain ideology used to be notorious for rewriting history as a means of promoting its own inculcation and spread, but damned if I can remember which one it might have been.
Bill goes right on upsetting the faux-conservative applecart from there, and it’s a joy to behold.
Not all rock stars are libtard morons.
That’s the whole idea. Wokesters are all miserable little worms themselves, and as everybody knows, misery loves company.
The Who legend Roger Daltrey says the ‘woke’ generation is creating a miserable world that serves to stifle the kind of creative freedom he enjoyed in the 60s.
“It’s terrifying, the miserable world they’re going to create for themselves. I mean, anyone who’s lived a life and you see what they’re doing, you just know that it’s a route to nowhere,” he added.
Daltrey also slammed the negative impact that social media has had on the world, saying it has undermined truth.
“It’s just getting harder to disseminate the truth. It’s almost like, now we should turn the whole thing off. Go back to newsprint, go back to word of mouth and start to read books again,” he said.
While Daltrey’s comments may not be mind-blowing, any celebrity speaking out against the mob that has cannibalized culture is something to be applauded.
Indeed so. I do believe this calls for some Who embeds tonight, which we’ll get to anon.
My own personal rundown of the 60’s Brit Invasion bands runs something like this:
Which pretty much leaves the Who at the top of the whole pile as far as I’m concerned. In discussing this topic with friends and fellow players over lo, these many years, some have expressed surprise over my antipathy to most of the Stones’ ouevre, along with my professed fondness for the ‘Oo. The Stones, after all, were grungy, cocky, rough-hewn outlaws—ie, the same ruffian cloth I’m cut from myself—in sharp contrast to the Who’s more clean-cut, less-outlandish Boy Next Door image, Daltrey especially.
What can I possibly say, except…I can’t explain.
And since I brought up the Hollies before, here’s one of their best, according to l’il ol’ moi at any rate.
…well, my heart broke a little bit, I missed them so very much. Still, though: could those boys sing or WHAT?
The briefest excerpt I’ve ever done.
We’re Not the Crazy Ones
The bottom line is this: We conservatives may not be right about every single issue—but the other side thinks men can have babies.
There’s more that can be said, of course, and the rest of the article does just that. But in the end, the pull quote says it all.