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Appalling Stories 2 Is a CLFA Book of the Year Finalist!

April 17, 2019 by David Dubrow Leave a Comment

The anthology Appalling Stories 2: More Appalling Tales of Social Injustice is shortlisted to win the Conservative-Libertarian Fiction Alliance 2019 Book of the Year award, but it needs your help to push it over the finish line! Not familiar with it yet? Not sure what it’s about? Here’s the 411:

The virulent disease of political correctness has infected the body politic from nose to toes, and even the field of literature isn’t immune. The best way to inoculate yourself against this Social Justice Warrior-carried malady is to read entertaining, old-school fiction that neither pulls punches nor takes prisoners.

That’s where Appalling Stories 2 comes in. The spiritual sequel to the top-selling anthology Appalling Stories, this new collection brings you ripped-from-the-headlines tales of short fiction written to make you laugh, make you cry, and even make you think. Just a little.

In these pages you’ll read stories of humanity’s terrifying First Contact with extraterrestrial life, the horrifying secret behind today’s radical feminist movement, what happens when the wokest man you know discards the last of his White Privilege, and more. From a far-future history of America’s decline to disturbing tales of gun control gone wild, you’re sure to find something that will stick with you long after you’ve closed the book.

And the best part is that you’ll be making an SJW so mad when you tell him/her/zir what you’re reading.

This edition features a foreword by Christian Toto, editor of Hollywoodintoto.com.

It’s a terrific book, if I don’t say so myself (and I do), but don’t just take my word for it (even though you really, really should):

“The dystopian counterpart to Amazing Stories, Appalling Stories 2 takes a grim, hilarious and no-holds-barred dive into the terrible social justice future and its even more terrible present.” –Daniel Greenfield, editor of Sultan Knish

“These are original stories which offer humor that will offend our country’s militant social justice warriors. For that reason alone, every American who cares about freedom should buy this book!” –Jeff Crouere, Ringside Politics

“A quick, entertainingly grotesque and provocative read, with plenty of satiric bite ranging from sharp to subtle as its stories blur the line between the unlikely and the uncanny. Two trigger warnings recommended!” –C. S. Johnson, award-winning author and contributor to HollywoodinToto and StudioJake.

Please click here and vote for Appalling Stories 2. There are only a few voting weeks left, and we need this award!

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SoulBound Issue 1

April 15, 2019 by David Dubrow 1 Comment

Paula Richey, the illustrator who drew and designed the cover for Appalling Stories 2: More Appalling Tales of Social Injustice, has begun a new comic book venture: the SoulBound series. The first issue, SoulBound: Adrift, has been crowdfunded through Kickstarter, and I was fortunate enough to get an advance reader copy. This is how Paula describes the series:

SoulBound will be a 10 issue miniseries of portal fantasy adventure comics about Becca, a pragmatic med student suddenly thrown into a world of magic, myth, and monsters. Together with the scarred young warrior Torrin, she must avert a world-ending curse and bring healing to warring nations – before her own time runs out.

One of SoulBound’s strengths is the art. The scene at the funeral, Becca going to her old house: the art rather than the dialogue carry the story, which works very well. It’s a comic book’s version of showing rather than telling. From there the story progresses in its brief way briskly enough, though we don’t get much in the way of fantasy until the very end, which leaves the reader wanting more. Which isn’t such a bad thing.

While the Kickstarter is fully funded, Paula is developing stretch goals to include lots of great content, so I encourage you to invest today!

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Foreign TV Rocks. Sometimes.

April 11, 2019 by David Dubrow Leave a Comment

Long-form storytelling through the medium of television is, like everything, a mixed bag. Just because you can make a 10-episode miniseries, it doesn’t mean you should, or that your story has enough skeleton to support the meat. When Hollywood isn’t stuffing its preferred political/cultural narrative down the viewer’s throat, it’s producing reboots and sticking electrodes onto ancient, bloated franchises to keep their legs twitching. (This is our fault.) So I’ve gone a little further afield for my video entertainment, focusing on foreign television programs.

La Trêve (The Break) Season One is a series I wholly recommend. A Belgian crime show in French, it takes place in Heiderfeld, a small town in the Ardennes, where a young black soccer player’s body is found on the banks of the nearby river. Yoann Peters, a police detective who has just moved back to Heiderfeld after a 20-year absence, investigates the crime, and we find, as is typically the case in such stories, that there’s a lot more to the town, the murder, and the townsfolk than anyone might think. Yoann Blanc as Peeters does an extraordinary job of portraying a deeply flawed man, making you like and dislike him at the same time. The other performances are likewise excellent, transforming them from a collection of quirky small town characters into actual people with lives and desires and personalities. Is it slow-moving at times? Yes. Does it matter? No. You want to see what these people are up to. You want to get to know them better. And you want to see what happens next. Even if you’re not a fan of crime shows (I’m not), you’ll enjoy Season One.

La Trêve Season Two picks up a few years after the first season in a new town with a new crime and a number of new characters. Peeters is back, of course, because there wouldn’t be a show without him, and he’s tried to move on after the last season’s horrible circumstances. Unfortunately for him, he’s pulled back into police work when an old acquaintance asks him to help her patient: a young man accused of a horrible murder that she’s sure he didn’t do. There’s less whodunit in this season than the first, which leaves room for the show to include more of the side characters, many of which are fringy sorts of reprobates who make the slowly-disintegrating Peeters look like a Carmelite nun by comparison. I enjoyed it as much as the first season, even though it’s not quite as good. A little over halfway through season two they introduce a strange twist that in any other show would seem cheap, and the last minutes of the final episode are a real kick to the gut.

Si No T’hagués Conegut (If I Hadn’t Met You) defies easy categorization. Is it a love story? A science fiction yarn? Both? A Spanish show, set in Barcelona, it posits a neat if not entirely original idea: a man (Eduard) loses his wife and family in a tragic accident, and a mysterious woman gives him a device that allows him to visit alternate universes and times to explore a number of what-if scenarios regarding his past, his family, and his potential culpability in their deaths. The scenery of Catalonia and Barcelona is nice to watch, and I found the difference between Mexican Spanish and Barcelonian Spanish to be a treat to hear. The storytelling was clumsy throughout, however, bludgeoning the viewer with obvious hints, but it kind of makes up for it with pathos. How do you go on when your wife and children are taken from you so suddenly? It’s a nightmare. The science behind it didn’t work well, but that wasn’t the point. The acting was uneven at best, and most of the other characters were likable enough. What makes this show stand out is how incredibly unlikable and irritating the female lead (Elisa) was portrayed. She’s angry and remote and bitter and snappish and entirely disagreeable throughout. It’s clear that she was written that way, but it made it most difficult to sympathize with her. One thing I found is that in the later episodes, when they portray Eduard and Elisa getting intimate, it was uncomfortable to watch, as though I were witnessing a sibling making love. Ew. This one’s a mixed bag. I kind of recommend it, but if you quit a few episodes in, you won’t miss a lot.

Osmosis is a French science fiction show that takes place in Paris. Interesting idea, decent special effects, horrible storytelling. Set a few years from now, when tech companies are assisted by AI, it tells the story of Paul and Esther Vanhove, a sibling pair who are developing an app that purports to find the user his or her soulmate. You get a tattoo, take a nanomachine pill, and the face of your soulmate appears in your mind’s eye. Sounds fascinating, right? The way they do it makes no sense. All of the beta testers’ soulmates apparently live nearby, which was too much of a coincidence to ignore (they should’ve hung a hat on it). The plot only moves forward because of bizarre personal decisions made by the characters. Worse yet, there’s a kind of SpongeBob SquarePants-style of plotting in which certain things happen that should end the show right there and then, but are handwaved later on as no big deal. It’s like when SpongeBob falls into a paper shredder, is completely disassembled, and then pops back to normal an instant later. Funny for a cartoon, not funny here. There’s no resolution at the end, no sense of a story ending. Think of it like an overlong Black Mirror episode: preachy, tedious, and simple-minded.

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The Mob, the Internet, and the Culture War

April 3, 2019 by David Dubrow 7 Comments

If you’re not familiar with the bizarre, internet-only story of Yashar Ali and DC McAllister, click here.

Social media is still a new phenomenon, and there’s a great deal to learn from how people act and react on such a medium. So when I learn something, typically by experience, I like to show other people what I’ve found out.

Before I do that, I must point out that I’m not selling advertising on this website. I don’t get paid by the click. I write and maintain this site so people interested in my fiction can come here and find that I’m present, I’m available, and I’m always writing. Runners run, swimmers swim, and writers write, to paraphrase Pedro Rizzo, an NHB champion. I only allow comments that I think are worth looking at. Nobody who isn’t paying my hosting bills has a right to comment here, or see his comment published, or have his comment responded to. I’m not a news site. I’m not running a charity. I’m not obligated to let someone who has no intention of buying my extremely well-written and exciting books comment on my website. It’s astonishing how entitled the average internet dweller has become; I suspect that social media’s $0.00 price tag has contributed to this sense of self-importance, as though Anonymous Hostile Internet User has a right to make herself heard on someone else’s paid-for space.

With that out of the way, let’s move to the content portion of the program. This is what I’ve learned. You probably knew these things already.

  1. Nobody wants to admit to being part of a mob. While it’s true that mobs are made up of individuals doing individual things, when these individuals coordinate their efforts to destroy, impugn, or silence another individual, they’re part of a mob. No matter how special and unique and searing you think your hot take might be, if it’s in service to a mob, you’re part of a mob. You’re throwing shit with all the other chimpanzees; you’re not more evolved.
  2. Everybody in a mob thinks they’re meting out justice. This is my favorite phenomenon. You can see it here when I covered the mob that went after my friend R.M. Huffman. So not only do people in a mob refuse to admit they’re part of a mob, they’e certain that they’re acting with honor, integrity, and ethics. Engaging in mob-like behavior is a good thing, you see, when you’re attacking the right people. Mobs are only bad when other people do them. When we do them, we’re standing up for justice. God won’t punish the wicked, so we have to do it. Our mob is the Hand of Justice.
  3. Nobody is interested in reading what’s written; they merely use other people’s content to advance personal issues that often have nothing to do with the topic. You can write clearly and well; you can format your work using short, digestible bullet points; and you can craft simple, straightforward arguments, but they will go completely over the heads of most readers. Most people who comment online want to discuss their bugaboos, not yours, and they will steer every conversation toward that end. They don’t even know they’re doing it because they can’t read well. It’s not that they’re stupid (unless they’re in a mob), it’s that they’re unable to focus on things that might influence them to reassess certain beliefs. It’s not you; it’s them.
  4. The vast majority of people can’t write. They can’t string coherent sentences together. They’re inept at making their thoughts known via the written word, despite that social media is a communications medium that generally requires the written word. When pressed, they can’t perform. They can’t. Everyone seems to think that he or she has got huge stores of untapped rhetorical skill lurking below the surface like the Loch Ness Monster, waiting for the right moment to spring. But much like the Loch Ness Monster, this mode of thinking is mythical. They can’t write. Whether it’s because of poor schooling, below-average language skills, or lack of interest in reading is immaterial. Arguing over the internet hasn’t sharpened rhetorical skills. It hasn’t improved the quality of writing among the general populace.
  5. Many people simply use social media as a release of the id. They can’t write, but they have feelings, and they must communicate those feelings or they’ll die (or worse: exercise self-restraint). Those feelings are often anger in its many forms, and they have to release that anger. The relative safety and anonymity of the internet has permitted every last frustrated reprobate to unbuckle all restraint and expose his disgusting, outrage-slimed id to the world without consequence, so why not? Everyone else is doing it. The favorite expression of anger is derision. Nobody wants to admit vulnerability by saying, “What you said made me angry. You made me experience something I didn’t want to feel. I let you have power over me.” So they insult. They deride. They show the laughing/crying face emoji. They whip out their favorite gif. It’s easier than doing the three near-impossible tasks of (1) reading critically, (2) focusing on what’s written, and (3) using complete sentences to express a relevant thought.

I already explained why I think DC McAllister got canned from The Federalist. I don’t know why she got fired from The Daily Wire. It’s easier to leave a wounded man to die on the battlefield than send out a medical team to haul him back, all of whom could get shot themselves. Conservatives learned that lesson decades ago and have taken it to heart throughout all forms of media. In a shooting war, the people on the front lines get hit first, not the REMFs. Or, to switch metaphors, it’s only the people pushing the envelope who are at risk. Without risk, without pushing the envelope, without being on the front lines, you are worthless. Get off the field, shut your mouth, and let people with real courage lead. The backstabbing of DC McAllister is frustrating because not a single person holding a knife has done a single thing to push the envelope. Conservatism, Inc is, by and large, focused on tossing bombs from afar and finishing off their own wounded. It’s comfortable, which makes it a coward’s game.

There’s nothing courageous about going to a college campus filled with left-wing snowflakes and saying things you know they’ll cry about. You already know what’s going to happen. They’ll disrupt you and you go away, escorted by armed security; they’ll disrupt you and armed security will take them away; or you cancel and win the moral victory for free speech by not speaking. How does that advance an argument? How is that brave? Where’s the bravery of conservatives when a single protester is able to disrupt and even cancel a speaking event simply by standing there and shouting? Preaching anodyne conservative boilerplate to tiny conservative campus organizations is fun, maybe lucrative, but it’s not courageous. We’ve already proved that college campuses are hotbeds of progressive activism masquerading as academic institutions. Time to move on.

For over a decade I worked for Paladin Press, a publishing company that did more than push the envelope for First Amendment issues: we ripped it. Google “Hit Man Case”. Look at the TV movie Deliberate Intent. Hollywood tried to destroy us. I was there during the case and its aftermath. We got very little support from free speech advocates and virtually no money. Paladin’s insurance company finally settled after appeals. It was a mess. Conservatism, Inc left us to die on the battlefield like it does all their so-called allies. That’s not courage. That’s not risk-taking. That’s cowardice, and it’s why, like I said, the right will never win the Culture War. They just don’t have the sack.

I’m never going to disrupt a play in the park or handcuff myself to a door, but one thing I have never seen a single person who laughs at Laura Loomer do is push that envelope. She does. She’s out there on the front lines. I’ve never watched a single video of hers, I’ve never read what she’s written. I’m not a fan. But I’m not going to laugh at her, either. She’s taking a risk and you’re not.

DC McAllister dared to attack a gay man for his domestic arrangement after he attacked her for hers, which made her damaged goods. It’s cowardly to leave her behind. That’s all.

If you’ve read this far, do me a favor. I’ve entertained you, so now it’s time for you to do for me. Share this post somewhere. Nobody’s going to buy my novels about Armageddon or satirical Trump dystopias because of it, so it’s not like I’m making any money writing this. But if you want to do something, just a tiny bit to push that envelope, to tell someone that Conservatism, Inc doesn’t speak for you, copy the link and share this post.

Thanks for reading. Next week I’ve got some television show reviews planned.

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Culture War: DC McAllister and Yashar Ali

April 1, 2019 by David Dubrow 10 Comments

For the decent things that Twitter can sometimes be good for, it is nevertheless inherently poisonous in the same way that a firearm is inherently dangerous: the moment you pick it up with the intent to use it, you’re engaging in risky behavior that can result in the destruction of another human being.

Conservative columnist Denise (DC) McAllister learned that over the weekend.

A week or so ago, McAllister was already subject to ridicule over saying, on Twitter, that the television program The View “…seems to me to be a roundtable of delusional mental midgets ricocheting ignorance and lack of emotional regulation.” Meghan McCain, who is on The View, replied with, “You were at my wedding, Denise.” For reasons known only to fans of Meghan McCain, this became a popular meme. It’s possible that McAllister was invited to McCain’s wedding because McCain was marrying Ben Domenech, the co-founder of The Federalist, a website McAllister wrote for.

On Friday, March 29, McAllister tweeted, “Trying to talk to my husband while Carolina is playing. He looks at me and says, ‘Woman, you know better than this. The game is on.’ He’s right. I slipped. Commercial comes on. I fetch him a beer. He grabs me. Deep kisses. Patience and timing, ladies. That’s the lesson.”

Yashar Ali, a left-wing journalist, felt the need to tweet this in response:

“He’s right. I slipped.”

Oh Denise ☹️ pic.twitter.com/8cWlcGPtUm

— Yashar Ali 🐘 (@yashar) March 31, 2019

Why he tweeted this is anybody’s guess. Whatever you think of McAllister’s domestic arrangement, Ali made fun of it and her, so McAllister tweeted back by saying, “Oh so sad. @yashar is lost. He does’t know his purpose as a man. He doesn’t know his purpose as a human being. He doesn’t know his purpose as an Individual. So he wallows and tries to find himself in another man’s asshole. Sad.”

She went on in a similar vein with other tweets. For this she was roundly criticized by blue checkmark-bearing Twitter users from the left and the right. It got so bad that she deleted the tweets and even apologized, but by then it was too late. She’d already been fired by The Federalist and The Daily Wire. The mob destroyed her. It’s what Twitter mobs do.

Here’s a broader context.

  • Clearly there was friction between McAllister and The Federalist from the You were at my wedding, Denise meme. It was unwise of McAllister to make a blanket statement about the hosts of The View if only because the boss’s wife is on there and you don’t talk shit about the boss’s wife. Even if the boss’s wife’s greatest accomplishment is being born into a wealthy political family. So it’s no surprise that The Federalist would find an easy excuse to can McAllister. Which is a shame, because by firing McAllister now, they’ve caved to the mob. They’ve tarnished their brand. Better to have fired her right after tweeting about The View: that would have been more honest.
  • Yashar Ali, a left-wing journalist, achieved some notoriety recently when an NBC staffer tried to get him to hold off on a story on behalf of the DNC. He tweeted out the experience, which did wonders for his career: the story exposes everything the right has been saying about journalism for decades, and conservative commentators have been feting him and marveling at his courage and honesty. “He’s on their side, but he’s one of the good ones.” Considering the deserved drubbing that the now-shameful trade of journalism has earned over the last several years, I’m not surprised that Ali tweeted out his story with the NBC/DNC shill; it’s tailor-made to boost his career and give him cred on the side he’s been trying to destroy. “Rommel may have been with the Germans, but he was a good WWII general.” Great. But he was on the other side, and if you’re fighting a war, you destroy the enemy. You don’t admire him. He’d become the Flavor of the Month among the conservative blue checks and their fans on Twitter, so any attack on Ali must be foiled. Until he publishes something else to attack the right. But for now we love him and you leave him alone because he did that one good thing that time out of the goodness of his heart.
  • I’m not going to pretend that I understand DC McAllister’s marriage. I suspect it works for her. When she puts exchanges with her husband like the one above out there and uses them as teachable moments for other women, she’s opening herself up to ridicule. Combined with the You were at my wedding, Denise meme, I imagine that she was feeling a bit raw. So she fired back at Yashar Ali. He mocked her domestic arrangement, so she mocked his domestic arrangement. For everyone so upset by what she said, please describe the exact temperature burn she should have used to fight back so she wouldn’t be roundly attacked by people she probably thought were on her side. How should she have reacted to not get fired by The Daily Wire and The Federalist? Should she have sat back and taken it? Why? Would you have?
  • Like it or not, McAllister’s attack on Yashar Ali reflects the feelings of many people on the right, the vast majority of whom don’t have blue checkmarks next to their names on Twitter. I’m not saying it’s right, I’m not saying it’s nice, I’m merely saying that it’s a mode of thinking that’s far less unusual than anyone would like to admit. The online right’s embrace of prominent gay conservatives is troubling to many. Not because they hate gay people, but because they see it as a tacit acceptance of a lifestyle their faith abhors. This is not a view I share, but it is a view, and it’s there, and it’s a factor.

Despite McAllister being swarmed by a Twitter mob that he had a hand in creating, Ali had to tweet this out to maintain his Victim Status:

I was bullied for being Iranian as a kid. But I never felt ashamed of my ethnicity. I came out on 8/17/2001 & while it hasn’t always been easy, I have always been proud of who I am. I’m Iranian, gay, and Catholic. Perhaps an odd combo, but I wouldn’t change who I am for the world pic.twitter.com/xGPzoDzM13

— Yashar Ali 🐘 (@yashar) March 31, 2019

This is why the right will lose the Culture War. They will lose and they will be humiliated and they’ve earned the L because they are far more interested in knifing their own soldiers in the back than getting on the field. As admirable as they think Ali is now, he’s still going to stick it to them every chance he gets because he’s on the field and they aren’t.

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Dear Dad: The Inside Story

March 21, 2019 by David Dubrow Leave a Comment

My short story Dear Dad is available to read free of charge at CinderQ, Taliesin Nexus’s online literary magazine. It shares space with Andrew Klavan’s story Goodfellow, so it’s in great company. Before you read further, you might want to check out Dear Dad if you haven’t already.

CinderQ wanted something connected to one of my earlier works, and at the time I had just published the Appalling Stories anthology. Returning to the strange world I’d created in the short story The Bitterness of Honey was a natural fit. My stories Bake Me a Cake (satire), Melanie’s Becoming (thriller), and Cultural Overtones (science fiction) didn’t leave me with anywhere to go, but Honey was a world I wanted to return to. It posits a bizarre apocalypse scenario: environmental extremists working with the once-vanished, now-returned honeybees to return the world to a pre-technological state. The bees are back, the tagline might say, and they sure are pissed! Beemageddon. Beepocalypse.

I always liked the gray alien science fiction stories: Whitley Streiber’s Communion and other fictionalized accounts of First Contact with extraterrestrials. Are the ETs hostile, friendly, or so alien that we can’t divine their motives? My intent was to do a First Contact story with these apparently intelligent bees: awestruck humans learning that the world’s a lot bigger and stranger than they thought, and how/why they’d work with such creatures to destroy human civilization.

In Dear Dad I didn’t quite get there. Which is a shame, because the story didn’t wind up where I’d planned it, but also a good thing, because the story I still want to write remains to be told.

Instead, Dear Dad became a story about a love triangle, of sorts, with bees and sex and murder. I found it in the black space in my brain that all of my ideas come from, the black space that’s so damned hard to get into and so easy to slip out of. The Muse. The Muse’s womb. The unconscious. The creative process. Whatever.

I enjoy reading first-person perspective fiction as much as anyone, but writing it isn’t easy. There’s nowhere else to go: you’re stuck with the same protagonist, so you better like him. And the readers better like him. Contrast that with my Armageddon trilogy, a very long, epic-style work with multiple protagonists, and you can see how I might find first-person perspective more difficult to write. I always have to have a reason for the narrator to write, a format for writing it, and a way of the account getting to the reader. In the short story Her Bodies, Her Choice in Appalling Stories 2, the narrator is talking to a video camera. In Appalling Stories 3, the narrator scribbles his story on scraps of rice paper.

In Dear Dad, the narrator writes an email to his estranged father. Hence the title.

The protagonist’s relationship with his father is a heartbreaker for me. My son’s still in single digits, so he needs me and we see each other every day and spend time together. He’s my little boy and I love him. Many of my friends have older/adult children, so they see their kids less often. They’re less involved in the day-to-day. It’s part of the maturation process and it’s what’s supposed to happen. The 2019 me doesn’t like to think about how the father-son relationship will become more distant for the 2029 me, but by then I’ll be fine with it. For now, it’s bad enough that my protagonist is in a position to have that adult relationship with his father, but it’s worse that he has no relationship with his father, and is reaching out to send one last message. I wanted to communicate that anger and resentment and longing and foolishness, and I hope I managed it in some small way.

Someday I’ll write the First Contact bee story. Someday. For now, enjoy Dear Dad.

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One of the biggest problems with internet content is that the vast majority of sites don't pay their writers, and it shows in the lack of quality writing. It's hard to find decent writers, and harder to scrape up the cash to pay them. This piece is a shining example of the problem of free content: it's worth what you pay for.

If you're interested in understanding our current cultural insanity, the best primer available is Douglas Murray's The Madness of Crowds. Thoughtful, entertaining, and incisive.

More laws are dumb. More law enforcement is dumb. The only proper response to violence is overwhelming violence. End the assault. There's a rising anti-semitism problem in New York because Jews who act like victims are being victimized by predators. None of these attacks are random. Carry a weapon and practice deploying it under duress. Be alert and aware. I don't understand why the women Tiffany Harris attacked didn't flatten her face into the pavement, but once word gets around that the consequences of violence are grave, the violence will lessen.

When are you assholes going to understand that this stupidity doesn't work any longer? Nobody gives much of a damn if you think we're sexist because we don't want to see a movie you think we should see. It only makes us dislike you that much more, and you started out being an unlikable asshole. Find a new way to shame normal people.

The movie Terms of Endearment still holds up more than 35 years later, and if you're looking for a tearjerker, this is your jam. One element that didn't get a lot of mention is, at the end, when Flap, with a shrug, decides that his mother-in-law will become the mother of his children once Emma dies. He abandons them, and nothing is made of it. This always troubled me.

You need to read this story the next time you feel the urge to complain. And if you need a shot of admiration for another family's courage, check this out.

Progressive political activist and children's author J.K. Rowling finds herself on the wrong side of a mob she helped to create. The Woke Sandwich she's been trying to force-feed others since she earned enough f-you money doesn't taste as good as it looks when she's obliged to take a bite.

I need you to check out The Kohen Chronicles and pray for this family. Their 5-year-old son has cancer.

Currently, the movie Star Wars: The Rise of Skywalker stands at 55% at Rotten Tomatoes. Don't forget that these are the same reviewers who not only adored the absolutely execrable The Last Jedi, but insisted that you were a MAGA hat-wearing incel white supremacist manbaby for not loving The Last Jedi. So either The Rise of Skywalker is an objectively bad film, or it simply wasn't woke enough to earn plaudits from our movie-reviewing moral and intellectual betters.

It's easy to hate the older pop bands like Genesis for their popularity, but they were capable of genius, and it shows in No Son of Mine.

If you want to know which identity group has more clout, read this story of the Zola ads on the Hallmark Channel.

Rest in peace, René Auberjonois. I remember you from Benson as a kid. As an adult, I remember you as Janos Audron in the Legacy of Kain video game series. You made every role you were in a classic.

Elf on a Shelf Follies, Part 2:
8-year-old: I wrote the elf a note! I hope he writes back.
Me: What did you write?
8yo: I asked if he has any friends.
Me: What if he says it's none of your business?
8yo: *eyes grow dark and glittering* Then I'll...touch him.
Me: Ah. Mutually assured destruction, then.

Elf on a Shelf Follies, Part 1: My 8-year-old got an Elf on the Shelf the other day. The book it came with tells a story in doggerel about this elf's purpose, which is to spy on the kid and report his doings to Santa Claus, who would then determine if the kid is worthy for Christmas presents this year. The book also said for the kid not to touch him, or the magic would fade, and for the family to give the elf a name. I wanted to name him Stasi. I was outvoted.

Actor Billy Dee Williams calls himself a man or a woman, depending on whim; his character Lando Calrissian is "pansexual," and his writer implies that he'd become intimate with anyone or anything, including, one presumes, a dog, a toaster, or a baby. J.J. Abrams is very concerned about LGBTQ representation in the Star Wars universe. This is Hollywood. This is Star Wars. This is what's important to the people in charge of your cinematic entertainment. Are you not entertained?

The funniest thing on the internet today is the number of people angry over an exercise bike commercial. Public outrage is always funny. Always.

One of the biggest mistakes the United States has ever made since WWII was recruiting for clandestine and federal law enforcement organizations at Ivy League schools. The best talent pools were/are available from local law enforcement and military veterans, with their maturity and, most importantly, field experience. We've been reaping the costs of these terrible decisions for decades, culminating in a hopelessly politicized, sub-competent FBI and CIA.

Watching Fauda seasons 1 and 2 again in preparation for season 3 to be broadcast, one hopes, in early 2020. Here's my back-of-the-matchbook review of season 2.

Every day I try to be grateful for what I have, even in the face of the petty frustrations and troubles that pockmark a day spent outside of one's living room, binge-watching Netflix. We live lives of ease in 21st century America, making it enormously difficult to do anything but take one's countless blessings for granted. Holidays like the just-passed Thanksgiving are helpful reminders. There's a reason why people call the attitude of a thankful heart practicing gratitude, not just feeling grateful. You have to practice it. You have to remind yourself of what you have. It's the work of a lifetime.

Held Back: A Recent Conversation.
8-year-old: Oh, and Jamie was there, too. He was in my first grade class two years ago.
Me: Wasn't he held back a year?
8yo: Yeah. It's because he kept going to the bathroom with the door open.
Me: No way!
8yo: And girls saw.
Me: That's not right. They're not going to hold a kid back a whole year over that.
8yo: Well, that's what he told me.
Me: Sounds fishy.
8yo: I believe him.
~fin~

It's right and good to push a raft of politically correct social justice policies on everything else under the sun, but when social justice invades Hollywood, that's just a bridge too far, says Terry Gilliam. Sorry, Terry: you helped make this sandwich. EAT IT.

Rob Henderson's piece on luxury beliefs will have you nodding your head over and over again...unless you subscribe to these luxury beliefs, in which case you'll get mad.

I've made the Saturday bread from Flour Water Salt Yeast so often that I've memorized the recipe. It never disappoints. Never. The same recipe works well for pizza, too.

Liberty doesn't mean the freedom to do anything you want. The true definition of liberty is the ability to choose the good. Anything less is libertinism.

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