Most weekends, I search the newspaper to see if any classic movies are playing. And yesterday, I went to see a movie for its 50th anniversary. I never really “got it” seeing it on the small screen, and since others seemed to laud it, thought I would see it on the big screen.
Media
Random Thoughts (11): David “Major Kong” Brooks, Canadians, and Skattebo
Some follow-ups on past posts.
First, the David Brooks meltdown experience continues.
A little bit of background.
Last week Milwaukee County Judge Hannah Dugan was arrested for obstructing justice by concealing an illegal immigrant from federal agents. The alien, Eduardo Flores-Ruiz, was in Dugan’s courtroom for a pre-trial hearing for beating someone over loud music.
As the federal agents waited outside the courtroom for the hearing to end, in order to make their arrest, Dugan was tipped off to their presence. She left the courtroom, told the agents (who had a warrant) that they needed to speak to the chief judge, and when they left to do so, she escorted Flores-Ruiz and his attorney out through a side exit into a non-public part of the courthouse.
The BoBo Manifesto
“I’m really not a movement guy. I don’t naturally march in demonstrations or attend rallies that I’m not covering as a journalist. But this is what America needs right now. Trump is shackling the greatest institutions in American life. We have nothing to lose but our chains.” – David Brooks
RIP David Brooks. He is not dead, but after that quote his career sure is.
Before there were “Never Trumpers” there was David Brooks.
Past Forgetting
So, Ed Driscoll at Instapundit is dedicated to posting Covid retrospectives along the nature of “On this Day Five Years Ago…” Some comments appended to his various posts over the last few weeks express exasperation with his apparent complete inability (or disinclination) when it comes to pithy summarization, and others express exasperation with remembering the Covidiocy day by day and blow by blow. For myself, I have a mouse with a scroll-wheel and can use it. As for the second category of comments – yes, we should not forget what Covid did to us.
Yes, we ought to remember every day, every jot and tittle of such state-sponsored torments piled upon us in the name of the Unparalleled Epidemic Danger From the Covid Plague (eleventy!!!), and the identities and employers of those individuals who either inflicted those torments on the public or cheered them on through media, both Established and Social. We ought to remember every detail of civic lockdowns demanded by governors and local officials getting in touch with their inner authoritarian or feeling obliged to respond to that manufactured panic – especially those who flouted the rules that they inflicted on everyone else. (Looking at you especially, Governor “Hair-gel” Newsome, frolicking with friends at the French Laundry.)
Those Who Dare Not Be Named
I have been provided with several rations’ worth of bitter amusement over the last few years , when reading various news stories, especially those concerning incidents of murder, rape, mayhem and property crime – most of which can be laid at the door of a certain violently dysfunctional urban demographic – and then comparing the sympathetic manner in which that specific demographic is presented in pop entertainment.
Yes, just as the sun rises in the east, one can absolutely count on black urban youth being cast as hapless, misunderstood yet endearing rascals, automatically the prime suspect in a murder actually committed by the prep-school son of a white Wall Street magnate, or a deranged Christian minister, or some middle-class white schlub with a dirty secret – as is usually wrapped up in the final ten minutes of an hour-long episode.