Just Let Toddlers Vote

In the wake of the recent school shooting in Florida, a particular group of survivors have been received as youth activists in support of much harsher gun regulation.  The media, predictably, have been fawning over their actions, giving them the national platform attainable only, apparently, by striding over the corpses of their classmates to speak on a matter that, by their own admission, they know very little about.  Suggestions for the gun regulation fall into the same tired categories we’ve heard before—make the age restrictions higher, limit certain kinds of ammunition, blanket bans, etcetera—only this time, they’re coming from the mouths of babes. Continue reading “Just Let Toddlers Vote”

Banning Porn to Own Libs

A few days ago, the New York Times ran a piece by Ross Douthat entitled “Let’s Ban Porn”.  Given that he’s the only self-identifying conservative on the NYT’s editorial board who seems to write like one, it’s worth giving a look for those of you that haven’t yet had the chance.  He broadly addresses the commodification of sex and sexual education into a pre-packaged consumer product and the subsequent dehumanization of both men and women as a result, avoiding the more tedious critiques against porn that involve statistics about erectile dysfunction, testosterone levels, and depression.  Since his piece isn’t that long, it’s no surprise that he keeps his overview limited to a generalized criticism.  Continue reading “Banning Porn to Own Libs”

A Supermodel Frankenstein: Max Richter’s Recomposition of Vivaldi

The flighty repetition of a flurry of violins and winds, blurring all together like the flutter of a sea of birds taking flight, simplifying and calming into one, then two, then three distinguished staccato violins chirping along—this is how it starts, the beginning of Spring, whose warm harmonic line swells and ebbs beneath the frolicking violins.  I speak of Max Richter’s recomposition of Vivaldi’s great Four Seasons, the original of course possessing some of the most famous opening bars of baroque music ever composed.  Continue reading “A Supermodel Frankenstein: Max Richter’s Recomposition of Vivaldi”

Find Your Own Van Goh

There’s a distinct feeling of dread that accompanies crossing the threshold into the contemporary art galleries of a metropolitan museum.  You already know what you’re in for, and yet, every time, you get hit with the same feeling of disgust seeing exhibit after exhibit trying to flaunt its puerile sense of self-important meaninglessness.  Spend enough time there and you’ll certainly get jaded, but the disgust will never go away. Continue reading “Find Your Own Van Goh”

Chinese Catholicism

Last year, it came to be announced that Pope Francis had begun talking with the communist Chinese government over the negotiation of the Church’s presence in the country.  A bit of background: Catholics in China have a tendency to disappear, but sometimes they’re merely imprisoned for life on any number of possible charges.  Religion is not a thing generally looked upon favorably in the PRC, though Xi Jingping’s government does play its understandable favorites; Buddhism and Taoism enjoy a relatively low level of antagonism from the authorities, while just about everyone else could be under threat of  spending their lives behind bars if they aren’t completely cooperative with their secular masters. Continue reading “Chinese Catholicism”

Women’s March 2018: The Sequel is DOA

Remember the Women’s March?  It was that thing that happened last year where about a half a million women descended on Washington, DC, shrilly reiterating the same talking points they’ve been blandly screeching about for the last thirty years.  Remember how they had Linda Sasour, hijab-wearing defender of Sharia law, help orchestrate this march for so-called women’s liberation in the United States, where women are allowed to hold jobs, drive, and—for some godforsaken reason—even vote, and all without having to cover their faces?  Remember the incredible media buzz it created, with talking heads and major outlets tweeting about it nonstop, completely eclipsing the anti-abortion March for Life that happened practically the next day, which drew comparable numbers of attendees?  And oh, do you remember how this Women’s March was supposed to spark a year of anti-Trump protests organized with the zeal and vigor of a new peaceful revolutionary movement?  It was supposed to be the call to action that united the people to stand against hate: a spark that lights the fire that burns the fuel that ignites the metaphor of the First Order, or something like that.  Continue reading “Women’s March 2018: The Sequel is DOA”

The Last Jedi is a Failure, Part 5 – The Mouse Is Hungry

This has been an overlong analysis, but now it finally pays off.  What was the purpose of this film?  Why was it actually made, and why was it made so seemingly incompetently?  What did Disney hope to gain from it all?  Was it just a marketing endeavor?  Was the virtue signalling just the cherry on top?  Not exactly.  The Mouse is a bit more sinister than that. Continue reading “The Last Jedi is a Failure, Part 5 – The Mouse Is Hungry”

The Last Jedi is a Failure, Part 4 – The Moron with a Thousand Faces

George Lucas somewhat autistically based his original Star Wars storyline on a well-known piece of pop-critique by Joseph Campbell, with Luke Skywalker being the locus of the action and ultimate hero of the saga.  He’s a little dimwitted but ultimately good, and he rises to becoming great, in every sense of the word.  Unfortunately, The Last Jedi was written by people who spent more time learning about postmodern subversion techniques by frequenting fanfiction websites than they did studying literature or mythologies, so instead of Luke having matured into a wise old mentor figure, we’re left with this retarded Diogenes knock-off who’s apparently a moron. Continue reading “The Last Jedi is a Failure, Part 4 – The Moron with a Thousand Faces”

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