Author Archive: Ed Driscoll

LAST LIVING HOSTAGES ALL RELEASED AFTER 738 DAYS IN HAMAS HELL — AS PEACE DEAL TAKES HOLD.

UPDATE: Ed Morrissey: Yes, Hamas Caved. Trump Left Them No Choice. “Trump won this war in June, when he made an unapologetic decision to intervene with military strikes in Iran. Those strikes on Iran’s nuclear facilities completely shook up the order in the region, which had settled into an Iranian track toward dominance. Israel had already done most of the damage by wiping out Hezbollah’s upper echelons and their banking system, which led directly to the fall of Bashar al-Assad and the rise of a new Syrian regime that detests the mullahs in Iran. However, the strikes by Trump on Iran forced everyone to reconsider their assumptions and recalculate for a president who had no problem ordering military force to defend and protect American interests.”

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DEVELOPING: Hamas releases seven Israeli hostages after 738 days in hellish captivity as families who never gave up hope gather to welcome them home — and Trump arrives to oversee peace deal.

Related: “Hostages to be released by Hamas on Monday will need to be taught how to eat normally again after being starved in captivity, medics said. Dr Michal Steinman, the chief nursing officer at Beilinson Hospital, said they would have had little to eat in the two years since Hamas launched its Oct 7 2023 attack, triggering the Israel-Hamas war. ‘We have to be extremely careful because we are wary of overfeeding,’ she said. The hospital is one of four centres in Israel due to receive the 20 hostages believed to still be alive.”

AMERICA’S NEWSPAPER OF RECORD:

On the upside, this would give the long beleaguered city the fresh start it so desperately needs.

POOR JOE BIDEN IS STRUGGLING TO ADAPT TO PRIVATE LIFE:

Joe Biden’s post-presidency has been rough, to put it mildly.

Nearly nine months after Donald Trump reclaimed the White House, Biden is holed up in Wilmington, Delaware, grappling with a reality that must feel like political exile. He’s dealing not just with the sting of losing power, but also the inability to sell access and enrich his family. Though he won’t admit to the latter.

The irony couldn’t be thicker. After years of attacking Trump and using the Justice Department in a desperate bid to put his successor behind bars, Biden now finds himself being told by his own advisers to stay quiet and act like a traditional ex-president. Most of the time, he does—keeping his mouth shut while Trump hits him with personal jabs and sharp policy criticism.

Give him credit for one thing — despite Joe’s myriad ailments, he’s still occasionally capable of making the right decisions on the important issues:

SCOTT JOHNSON: A fool’s house.

I recall the late William F. Buckley, Jr. bragging on his ability to identify liberals. Take him to a party, blindfold him, spin him around, take off the blindfold, and he could unerringly point out the liberals.

It’s not bragging if you can do it. I have no doubt Buckley could do it. “Brag” is the wrong word. “Revealing” or “disclosing” would be more like it.

I thought of Buckley’s revelation when we attended the Guthrie Theater’s production of Ibsen’s A Doll’s House this past Wednesday evening. The Guthrie has staged the version of the play adapted by Amy Kellogg Tracy Brigden is the director. Performed on the Guthrie’s Wurtele Thrust Stage in a space that seats 1,100, the play was nearly sold out. The place was packed.

The star of the play is Amelia Pedlow (Ibsen’s Nora). She is a strikingly beautiful actress. The production was professional, but something is wrong when the audience laughs at Nora’s climactic declaration of independence, as it did Wednesday night. I think the audience was obtuse.

We got off on the wrong foot with the Guthrie’s recorded land acknowledgment. The recorded land acknowledgment is read by someone with the sonorous voice of a public radio announcer: “The Guthrie Theater would like to acknowledge that we gather on the traditional land of the Dakota People and honor with gratitude the land itself and the people who who have stewarded it through the generations, including the Ojibwe and other indigenous nations.”

Exit quote: “I wanted to shout out ‘It’s not too late to give it back’ in response to the land acknowledgment.”

SASHA STONE: Diane Keaton Was One of a Kind.

Her career spanned over 60 films, and her range extended from screwball comedies like Play It Again, Sam, Sleeper, and Annie Hall to serious dramas like The Godfather I and II.

Woody Allen made her a star and captured her spirit in Annie Hall. The film is a loose sketch of her original name, Diane Hall, which she changed to Diane Keaton. How she transitioned from someone naive to someone more sophisticated and educated, ultimately leaving him behind. I’ve seen it so many times I could recite almost the entire movie by heart.

Speaking of which: Diane Keaton’s Best Roles from The Godfather to Annie Hall. Two guesses as to what the London Times considers her best role:

This is Keaton’s everything. Annie Hall is the star-making moment, when she erupted into the movie-going consciousness as a new and idealised, never-seen-before female protagonist. She was bookish, sporty, quirky, confident, nervous, open, reserved and prone, in moments of extreme anxiety, to staring at the ground and sighing in a singsong voice, “Oh well, la dee dah, la dee dah.” She dressed like Buster Keaton and was the perfect vehicle for Allen’s postmodern rom-com, a film that mish-mashed the French New Wave with Preston Sturges comedies and TV documentaries. She embodies the character and the film. The Oscar win for best actress was rarely more deserved.

Despite Star Wars smashing box office records in 1977, it was beaten out for best picture at the Academy Awards by Annie Hall in large part due to the latter’s repeated showings on Z Channel, the movie-oriented L.A. cable TV channel, which was required viewing for everyone in the industry. As the Washington Post noted in 1988:

Most years around this time, at least one film gets a special Academy Awards push via home video. The practice started in 1977, when frequent showings of “Annie Hall” on the Z Channel — an all-movie cable channel broadcast only in Los Angeles and widely watched within the film industry — were deemed largely responsible for that movie’s Best Picture award.

Here’s my look at the 2004 documentary on the rise and fall of that quirky L.A. institution: Z Channel: Closed-Circuit TV for Hollywood’s Ruling Class.

JD VANCE ANNIHILATES GEORGE STEPHANOPOULOS IN FIERY LIVE INTERVIEW:

VANCE: “Here’s, George, why fewer and fewer people watch your program and why you’re losing CREDIBILITY, because you’re talking for now 5 minutes with the Vice President of the United States about this story regarding Tom Homan, a story that I’ve read about, but I don’t even know the video that you’re talking about. Meanwhile, low-income women can’t get food because the Democrats and Chuck Schumer have shut down the government!”

“You are focused on a BOGUS story. You’re insinuating criminal wrongdoing against a guy who has done nothing wrong instead of focusing on the fact that our country is struggling because our government’s shut down! Let’s talk about the real issues, George.”

“I think the American people would benefit much more from that than from you going down some weird left-wing rabbit hole where the facts clearly show that Tom Homan didn’t engage in any criminal wrongdoing.”

GEORGE: “It’s not a weird left-wing rabbit hole! I didn’t insinuate anything. I asked you whether Tom Homan accepted $50,000 as was heard on an audio tape recorded by the FBI in September 2024, and you did not answer the question. Thank you for your time this morning.”

How bad was it for Stephanopoulos? “So Bad They Actually Cut [Vance’s] Feed:”

UPDATE: Tom Bevan of Real Clear Politics tweets, “I swear, the only reason for the admin going on the Sunday shows anymore is to own the lib anchors. Nobody watches these shows. [Vance] is going to get far more mileage off of this on social media.”

ROGER KIMBALL: The Physics and Politics of Peace: Trump’s Triumph in the Middle East.

Peace in the Middle East was impossible—until it wasn’t. Donald Trump started to traverse that impassable domain in his first term with the Abraham Accords. Then, just a few days ago, he managed another impossible passage when he brokered peace between the irreconcilable forces of Israel and Hamas. Almost as impressive, Trump solicited and received the support of Muslim countries from Indonesia to Saudi Arabia, Turkey, Qatar, and Egypt. Amazing.

How did he do it? Well, in part, it was “the art of the deal” in practice. But stepping back, Trump’s forceful yet patient endeavor on behalf of peace reminded me of Walter Bagehot’s insights in his neglected masterpiece, Physics and Politics. First published in 1872, this curious book is partly a contribution to political history and partly an exploration of the often forgotten truism that not all things are possible at all times and in all places. If political liberty is a precious possession, Bagehot saw, it is forged in a long development of civilization, much of which is distinctly, and necessarily, illiberal.

Ben Shapiro adds:

Trump has brokered an unthinkable deal: the release of the final 20 live Israeli hostages, with Israel maintaining a secure posture in the Gaza Strip; the possibility of a non-Hamas future in Gaza, supported by regional allies; the even greater possibility of future Abraham Accords with countries like Saudi Arabia and Indonesia.

So, how did this happen?

It happened the same way things always happen in the Middle East: The decisionmakers ignored the conventional wisdom.

The conventional wisdom said that military action could not guarantee security. That wasn’t just wrong; it was catastrophically wrong: It was military action that took out the supporting pillars beneath Hamas’ feet.

Finally, speaking of the physics of the Middle East, the one man who is absolutely everywhere in Gaza just keeps on going and going: Of All the People to Survive in Gaza, You Knew Mr FAFO Had to Be One of Them.

UPDATE:

OUT ON A LIMB: Solar panels are a waste of money.

I was ready to start beating my car with a tree branch by the time the last of them checked out, and we were just left with the solar-panel fitter, booked in for two weeks while he fits panels to a house on a large country estate down the road. He works all day in the driving rain and returns at night drenched and exhausted.

We’ve been in a white-out of squally storms for the past week, and solar guy is unable to explain how his clients will be powering their house off the eye-wateringly expensive equipment he has fitted.

“It all works beautifully,” he announced, coming back in his day-glo work anorak the other day, and sitting down at the kitchen table to a plate of his favorite jumbo sausage rolls.

But when I asked whether that meant the millionaire’s house would be powered by solar, he pulled a face. “I mean the system works, as in I’ve wired it all up correctly,” he said, munching. Then he laughed, as though the next bit was obvious: “But it won’t produce any power without direct sunlight, obviously.” And at that moment the wind howled, and we all stared out the kitchen patio door at the driving rain and the thick soup of a turbulent sky.

The weather comes pounding off the sea here, and while there are sunny days, it’s hard to remember a time when there was a run of them together.

Rain and sun, rain and sun, rain and sun all summer, that’s Ireland. And in the winter, it’s like living in a bowl of mushroom chowder. There are days when you come out the door and you can’t see a few feet in front of you.

But despite the almost permanent lack of direct sunlight, Ireland is mad for solar energy. Incentives galore scream at you from advertising hoardings, and roofs everywhere get clad in shiny panels so they can be pounded by the endless rain.

Well, that’s what they want you to think:

EVERYTHING OLD IS NEW AGAIN: Young People Are Falling in Love With Old Technology.

The Luddite Club, a nonprofit group that supports taking smartphone breaks, has 26 chapters, nearly all of them at high schools or colleges. Jackson is a board member.

Musicians with younger listeners, including Taylor Swift, Sabrina Carpenter, Alex Warren and Chappell Roan, sell on their websites multiple forms of nostalgic physical media—CDs, vinyl records and tape cassettes. Some, like Carpenter and Troye Sivan, even sell CD “singles,” a format largely forgotten since the early 2000s.

Carpenter, Icelandic singer Laufey and Roan, all Gen Z-ers, have recently topped Amazon’s CD charts. Older artists appear on the charts too, but listeners of John Fogerty, for example, probably aren’t digital natives buying discs for the fun of it.

Even TikTok is full of videos for Bluetooth CD players, flip phones and digital cameras.

“People, especially in Gen Z, are just tired of not owning anything,” said Hunter White, a 25-year-old data engineer and self-described member of “the music nerds of the internet.” White said he collects CDs to escape the domination of streaming services, which he believes underpay artists and have inconsistent offerings. He sources discs from garage and estate sales, thrift shops, record stores and vendor events, and listens at home on a player Sony introduced in 2002.

It’s relative, I guess. The older 21st century hipsters of lore became obsessed with LPs in the 2000s. But all of the gadgets described above, when they began appearing in the mid-1980s through the 1990s were seen as something akin to Star Trek props by my Greatest Generation-era parents, who grew up with 78 RPM records, AM radio, Kodak cameras, and after WWII, three commercial TV networks and Polaroid instant cameras.

Last year Virginia Postrel wrote:

Since the 1980s, technological progress has enjoyed a few flickers of glamour, notably around the singular figure of Steve Jobs, who brought computing power into the everyday lives – and eventually the pockets – of ordinary people. Jobs fused countercultural allegiances with modernist design instincts, technological boldness, and capitalist success. Most important, he gave people products that they loved.

The outpouring of public grief at his death in 2011 demonstrated his power as a symbol. As Meghan O’Rourke wrote in The New Yorker, ‘We’re mourning the visionary whose story we admire: the teen-age explorer, the spiritual seeker, the barefoot jeans-wearer, the man who said, “Remembering that you are going to die is the best way I know to avoid the trap of thinking you have something to lose.”’ Jobs embodied a new ideal of progress, at once uncompromising and humanistic, a vision of advancing technology that artists could embrace. (That the hippie capitalist could be a tyrannical boss and neglectful father were details obscured by his glamour.)

Jobs also helped to deliver on one of the touchstone technologies of twentieth-century progress glamour, a technology almost as evocative as flying cars. The twenty-first century kept the promise of videophones, and they turned out to be far better than we imagined. Instead of the dedicated consoles of The Jetsons, Star Trek, and the 1964 World’s Fair, we got multifunctional pocket-sized supercomputers that include videophone service at no additional cost. ‘I like the twenty-first century’, I tell my husband on FaceTime. But, like refrigerators, videophones aren’t glamorous when everybody has one. They’re just life. We complain about their flaws and take their benefits for granted.

Today’s nostalgic techno-optimists want more: more exciting new technologies, more abundance, and more public enthusiasm about both. Mingling the desires of the old modernists for newness, rational planning, and speed with those of the old nerds for adventure and discovery, they long for action. Their motto is Faster, please, a phrase popularized by Instapundit blogger Glenn Reynolds and the title of James Pethokoukis’s Substack newsletter.

20 years ago, James Lileks wrote:

Sometimes I think you have to be middle aged to realize how cool things are. You grow up with MP3s and iPods, as my daughter will, and it’s the way things are. If you remember the KUNK-KUNK of an 8-track tape, having a featherweight gumpack that holds a billion bits of music is really quite remarkable. (Metheny was followed by something from the “Run Lola Run” soundtrack, which was followed by “I Apologize,” by some nutless 30s warbler, followed by “Dawn” by Grieg.) And then there’s the cellphones and the tiny cameras and the widescreen TVs and home computers that sing to each other silently across the world; wonders, all. This really is the future I wanted. Although I expected longer battery life.

For those who wish to really be on the bleeding edge of hipsterdom, the Lonestar State has you covered: Move Over, Vinyl Trend: North Texas Produces 8-Track Tapes for Major Labels.

FAFO: TV Station Employee Arrested by ICE Agents, Who Go On to Swipe an SUV Blocking Their Exit.

 

“‘Hopefully, your wife and children make it home.’ That sounds like a threat from the Jay Jones School of Political Discourse.”

HOWIE CARR: The tide is turning for Boston’s left-wing rioters.

Take a close look at this photograph — it captures the exact moment when alleged hippie rioter Haley Macintyre finally learns, at age 24, that even a pampered Beautiful Person with a fashionable neck tattoo can still suffer adverse consequences for a violent, unprovoked assault on working people.

Even in Massachusetts.

As the picture was taken, in Boston Municipal Court, the judge had just slapped a $7,500 bail on Little Miss Muffet for her sinister role in fomenting that far-left riot that left four Boston cops hospitalized.

Seventy-five hundred bucks?

Do you know how many cool neck tattoos Haley could buy with that much dough?

She allegedly started the insurrection Tuesday night by kicking a BPD cruiser.

And now you might say this low-IQ blonde (of course she goes to Emerson) is experiencing a FAFO moment.

FAFO. (Bleep) Around, Find Out.

Notice the tattoo on the little debutante’s neck. It reads “SONDE”, which in tattoo terms supposedly means: “Each random person you pass has a complex life as vivid as your own.”

Does that include the random Boston cop who suffered a broken nose confronting the street fightin’ they/thems? That police officer now faces reconstructive surgery.

Exit quote: “In his prophetic novel, 1984, George Orwell perfectly described Haley, Styx and all the rest of these female fascists: ‘It was always the women, and above all the young ones, who were the most bigoted adherents of the Party, the swallowers of slogans, the amateur spies and the nosers-out of unorthodoxy.’”

PAST PERFORMANCE IS NO GUARANTEE OF FUTURE RESULTS:

Really? Not even after posing with this? Ellison Posts Photo of Himself Posing With ‘Antifa’ Handbook, Says It Will ‘Strike Fear’ in Trump.

Flashback: What could have been, unburdened by what has been:

THE DEMS ARE LETTING ANTIFA TAKE OVER THEIR CITIES — TRUMP IS RIGHT TO SEND IN FEDERAL TROOPS TO MAINTAIN ORDER:

It’s been five years since the nation was terrorized by Antifa militants rioting, attacking cops, throwing Molotov cocktails, setting streets ablaze, breaking shop windows, vandalizing cars, targeting journalists and hurting innocent people.

They used the death of George Floyd at the hands of Minneapolis police as an excuse for strategic mayhem designed to destabilize Donald Trump’s first administration and strike fear in the hearts of law-abiding Americans, some of whom wrongly thought that if they voted out Trump, the pain would stop.

In one sense, they were right.

Store owners on Madison Avenue boarded up their windows before the 2020 election in preparation for another bout of violence if Trump won.

But it was all sweetness and light when Joe Biden was installed in the White House.

The price of peace is giving the left what it wants — the destruction of this country.

Biden was happy to oblige, most notably by deliberately enabling an invasion of 10 million to 20 million illegal aliens, a disproportionate number of whom seem to be criminals, gang-bangers and child molesters.

Now that Trump is again in charge, the calm is over.

Antifa is back with a vengeance.

David Marcus spots the 21st century Patient Zero in letting chaos reign in America’s cities:

KENNEDY: Obama’s bitter post about Trump’s Gaza peace deal proves what I’ve long suspected about Barry… and it would make Sigmund Freud blush.

‘Say his name…PRESIDENT DONALD J. TRUMP’

That was the directive from White House Communications Director Steven Cheung, excoriating former President Barack Obama for the latter’s petulant statement on the Israel-Hamas peace agreement secured by President Donald Trump this week.

Though, by reading the post, you’d never know Trump’s role in the historic deal.

‘We should all be encouraged and relieved that an end to the conflict is within sight,’ Obama wrote, in part, never mentioning the big orange elephant in the room.

Why can’t the de facto leader of the Democrat party bring himself to acknowledge the Don’s triumph?

Could it be peace envy?

Easy, Freud.

And sad sack Barry’s not alone!

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Another DC denier who is happier burning Trump in effigy than tossing him a shred of credit is musty Senator Bernie Sanders.

He holds the distinction of being the first member of Congress to claim Israel was guilty of ‘genocide’, so shouldn’t he be the loudest champion of the end to war?

Nope. On his podcast, broadcast the day the agreement was announced, ol’ ‘Feel the Bern’ laid into Trump as a ‘demagogue’ who was exploiting ‘powerless minorities.’

What a grumpy old fart!

I’m so old, I can remember when Bernie was calling Trump an “oligarch.” Oh wait, Bernie called every president going back to Bill Clinton an “oligarch:”

“LIBERAL MUSTINESS:” One Battle After Another Is a Hit with Critics Because It ‘Aligns with a Leftist Sensibility,’ Says Bret Easton Ellis: ‘There’s a Liberal Mustiness to This Movie.’

“It’s kind of shocking to see these kind of accolades for — I’m sorry, it’s not a very good movie — because of its political ideology, and it’s so obvious that’s what they’re responding to,” Ellis said on “The Bret Easton Ellis Podcast” (via MovieMaker) about the critical reaction to Anderson’s latest. “Why it’s considered a masterpiece, the greatest film of the decade, the greatest film ever made [is] because it really aligns with this kind of leftist sensibility.”

Ellis predicted the movie will soon be seen as “a kind of musty relic of the post-Kamala Harris era — that thing everyone gathers around and pretends is so fantastic and so great when it really isn’t, just to make a point… There’s a liberal mustiness to this movie that already feels very dated by October 2025. Very dated. And it just doesn’t read the room. You know, it reads a tiny corner of the room, but it does not read what is going on in America.”

Of course it feels dated. According to IMDB, One Battle After Another was shot last from January 21st to July 30th of last year, so the film began production only a few weeks before Joe Scarborough declared, “f*** you if you can’t handle the truth. This version of Biden, intellectually, analytically, is the best Biden ever. Not a close second. And I’ve known him for years. … If it weren’t the truth, I wouldn’t say it.”  Which means that most of the principal photography occurred while its makers assumed it would debut in a Biden-Harris world – or at least a Harris world.

Given the film wallows in ‘70s-style Radical Chic, Christian Toto asks, “What If One Battle After Another Glorified Right-Wing Terrorists?

Here’s a timely thought experiment.

What if director Paul Thomas Anderson dropped a far-Right movie into this year’s awards season mix?

The project, dubbed “One Battle After Another,” features alt-Right radicals battling it out with government officials during a Democrat administration.

The protesters ignite incendiary devices around a center where January 6 defendants are being held in solitary confinement, even those who merely entered the Capitol during the “insurrection.” A few milled around outside the building that day, never joining the riot.

Some radicals in the film detonate bombs in government buildings, unsure if any people are still inside. They don’t seem to care.

One radical kills a security officer in a heated moment, helping several J6 activists escape in the process. She’s a heroic figure, sultry and uncompromising in her beliefs. A triumphant image of her firing a machine gun while very pregnant causes a stir.

Her beta male beau (Leonardo DiCaprio) can only hope to keep up with her revolutionary pluck.

By all accounts, the couple and their colleagues represent the film’s complicated but unabashed heroes. If they ever regret their murderous ways, it isn’t captured on screen.

As Toto concludes, “Would that film’s Rotten Tomatoes score stand at 96 percent ‘fresh?’ What if its release coincided with real-world violence that eerily reflected the film’s messaging? Doubtful, at best.”

We saw that play out in 2020. Hoist Nancy Pelosi’s podium over your shoulder? “75 days in prison followed by one year supervised release. The judge also ordered [Adam] Johnson to pay a $5,000 fine and perform 200 hours of community service.” Burn down Minneapolis? The mayor’s wife responds by saying that sometimes you have to stop and “smell the burning tires,” and drink in the sweet sweet eau de cologne of revolution.

Here’s the Critical Drinker’s take on One Battle After Another: “Depending on who you talk to, it’s either the greatest cinematic triumph of the past two decades, on par with Sicario, Gangs of New York, and No Country for Old Men, or a pretentious, morally bankrupt Hollywood circle jerk that glorifies domestic terrorism and is more interested in taking shots at the current administration than crafting a compelling story.”

FORMER SYRIAN PRESIDENT ASSAD IS VIDEO GAMING IN A LUXURY MOSCOW APARTMENT: REPORT.

Syria’s former President Bashar al-Assad, whose notoriously brutal rule over the country earned him the nickname “The Butcher,” was deposed in 2024 after years of bloody civil war.

Now, in a surreal cyberpunk twist, according to a report in German newsweekly Die Zeit, the former dictator is largely holed up in a luxury high-rise in Moscow, where he routinely spends hours playing online video games.

Assad, who practiced as a physician and was reportedly thought of as “geeky” during his medical training years, also appears to enjoy stunning views of Moscow landmarks from his apartment, and has access to a villa outside the city. He also reportedly makes occasional visits to a shopping mall below his apartment. Assad apparently resides in Russia under President Vladimir Putin’s protection, according to Die Zeit.

I hope he’s staying on very good terms with Putin, considering that defenestrations from tall buildings is a leading cause of Sudden Russian Death Syndrome.