Archive for 2018

ANN ALTHOUSE EXPLAINS THINGS: Why is a “Holocaust denier poised to claim GOP nomination in Illinois race for Congress”?

The answer is not that the GOP is skewing Nazi. It’s that there’s a district in Chicago that’s so irretrievably Democratic that no serious Republican candidate will run, and this weirdo is the only Republican candidate. So he’ll get the nomination. Arthur Jones is one of these perennial candidates, running repeatedly, with no hope of winning. He’s run in this district in 7 elections, and he ran for Milwaukee mayor way back in 1976. . . .

Should this be used against the Republican Party? Sure, if you’re into taking whatever comes your way and incorporating it into ruthless propaganda for your party. Ironically, that would be Naziish.

Indeed.

EVERYTHING YOU NEED TO KNOW ABOUT THE SUPER BOWL CAN BE FOUND IN THE RAP HIT “DREAMS AND NIGHTMARES,” BY MEEK MILL:

But which more truthfully could be named after a line in the song: “The Murder Game” or “All I Know Is Murder.”

Everything about how far professional football has fallen and how the NFL celebrates the obscene, the vulgar, the dangerous, and the foolish will be on full display as that song blares as the Eagles take the field.

This song that the Eagle players have chosen is about guns, drugs, money, bitches, and murder, over and over and over. Just like the rest of Meek Mill songs, which also include a healthy dollop of the evils of the white man.

And naturally, Sports Press Avoid Decrying Violent Rapper’s Song at Super Bowl.

HILLARY SAYS CLIMATE CHANGE WILL FORCE WOMEN ‘FIND THE FOOD … GATHER THE WOOD:” No, I am not making this one up, she really did say this. LifeZette’s Kathryn Blackhurst has the details.

LOUIS AND WOODY: What’s the way forward for an exposed creep?

So why did Woody Allen make Irrational Man? The answer seems to be that it was time to make a movie. As Allen himself describes it, a major reason he makes movies in the first place is to beguile the time and distract himself from the meaninglessness of existence. Irrational Man is a film about a man who commits murder in order to be able to reliably have an erection, made by a man who claims to make movies not so much to feel alive as to avoid feeling the approach of death. And not once in this highly detailed book about the making of the movie does Allen or his amanuensis note the irony or how the film failed to mine that irony for the black comedy that could have been.

Take Allen at his word, and say it is meaninglessness he is fleeing. Filmmaking is certainly engrossing enough to distract one from much else. Even the tedium (and there is a vast amount of tedium in filmmaking) is engrossing, energizing, the “hurry up and wait” of a battlefield but without the physical casualties. But I can’t shake the feeling, from reading this book, that it is casualties of another sort—the emotional casualties of broken relationships and of the ongoing battle with oneself—that he is truly fleeing; not the meaninglessness of life, but what its meaning is, at least for him.

In other words, Woody Allen has turned into precisely what it looks like Glen has turned into at the end of Louis C.K.’s film, I Love You, Daddy: a talented craftsman who is no longer a great artist, who must keep writing and directing because that’s just what you do—because you have to work or you’ll be left alone with nothing but yourself.

Sort of like a dead shark, as Alvy Singer would say.

POINTS AND FIGURES: Is This A Market Meltdown? “Short answer if you don’t want to read the rest of this is, no this is not a meltdown. It’s not a correction either.”

VICTOR DAVIS HANSON: Counterfeit Elitism.

Thus spoke MSNBC panelist, Yale graduate, former Republican “strategist,” and Bush administration speechwriter Elise Jordan.

Jordan likely knows little about San Joaquin Valley family dairy farmers and little notion of the sort of skills, savvy, and work ethic necessary to survive in an increasingly corporate-dominated industry. Whereas dairy farmer Nunes has excelled in politics, it would be hard to imagine Jordan running a family dairy farm, at least given the evidence of her televised skill sets and sobriety.

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Plus, flashback: Oikophobia on Rise After Trump Win.

Also: I detest Trump, but a ‘redneck’ fixed my Prius with zip ties.

Another flashback: Vicious Stereotypes In Polite Society.