ha, I actually emailed Jim a few months ago and asked him where the pun came from. he emailed me back in an hour and told me the story, he was walking in Chicago and saw the sign for that place, which he says read "Not Sport!! Marittal Art!" it was so cool, mystery solved. Cheers!
In case you're still wondering, "Not Sport, Martial Art" comes from the sign of a long-running martial arts school on Western Avenue in Chicago.
Trudeau, in a mirror image way, is equally as mockable as Trump.
Presuming the offense is real--we have to take the offended person's word for it--free speech is stifled. And so we have weaponized being offended. Problem is, some of us will be told to get lost and others will be treated with sympathy. Depending. I wish I could recall the guy who told the snowflakes that being offended is not an achievement.
I should very like to have known your grandmother.
Am sure Arthur Chu agrees with you.
"even Oliver Stone"—what are you, his publicist? his grandma? Oliver Stone mostly sucks, and yes, Platoon doesn't treat Vietnamese people as fully human, which means it follows imperialist logic.
There are two aspects to the Rotherham case. One is what happened, which is easily researched on the web. The other is the authorities looking the other way. You can search for that; "rock the multicultural boat". Nauseating. There was a recent report that the city was paying the victims settlements but that the judge in charge has refused some--or many--on various grounds as if a twelve year old could have "resisted" grooming.
I see, so even Oliver Stone makes imperialist movies.
Beck, that's correct. I make the argument in the piece. Your sensitivity is noted though.
In order for your headline to be correct, the following films must be considered "imperialist." Dr. Strangelove, Full Metal Jacket, Coming Home, Casualties of War, Platoon, Born on the Four of July, Heaven and Earth, Salvador, Apocalypse Now, The Thin Red Line, M*A*S*H, All Quiet on the Western Front, Catch-22, How I Won The War, Johnny Got His Gun, Slaughterhouse Five, The Americanization of Emily.
When engaged with the question publicly, I feel obliged to express a deep ambivalence towards football, a sport I played (and consumed) for a good chunk of my unconscious, upper-middle class youth. Secretly, I still love football, but I know this love is rooted in nostalgia and so am afraid to engage its political valence. Playing football gave me a sense of community and friendship growing up, even though these feelings were to some extent predicated on sublimating an integral and emergent part of my identity as queer. Watching the Cowboys play, on TV and once a year in person, is how my Dad and I bonded. Some of my fondest childhood memories are of those annual trips to Irving, Texas to the old Cowboys stadium, just my Dad and I. For a kid from the rolling hills, farms, and suburbia of western New Jersey, traveling to the flat expanse of Texas felt as alluring and mysterious as going to a foreign country. The old Cowboys stadium was demolished in 2010, replaced by a gaudy megaplex in Arlington. My adult relationship with my father is strained. I still live in the area I grew up and every now and again will sneak in to the visitors stands at my high school alma mater to watch a football game. I do it embarrassedly, and always alone, praying that I won't run into anyone I know. I’m a closeted queer guy. I dropped out of college and work with my hands. The guys I work with are Trump supporters. I hate the jingoistic pageantry that the sport is ensconced in at every level and in every community, the spectacle of weird middle-aged white men yelling at 16-year-old black kids to "catch the damn ball." The last game I went to, the home student section donned red white and blue for "patriot night," and the announcer read a long, stumbling pre-amble related to 9-11 and remembering and how it changed the world that we now live in and have to protect ourselves by fighting against, etc, etc, --this was almost a week after the anniversary of 9/11, 16 years after the actual day. It was cringe-worthy, nauseating. I don't know why I sit through this spectacle of personal and public suffering. But I do. Intimations of community around youth football that no other sport inspires? Does this mean I'm drawing an illegitimate distinction between the political and the cultural? Maybe it's just a war between my 16-year-old, privileged and politically unconscious self playing under those lights with my best friends and not a worry in the world, and my politicized, disillusioned adult self, sitting in the stands 10-years later and not able to disavow the 16-year-old.
Prominent gay writer Bruce Bawer went to Amsterdam because he was concerned about conservative Christians. All the Right Sort of People are concerned to be seen to be concerned about conservative Christians. He figured, apparently, that the loosey-goosey social scene would be more congenial. After a not lengthy time, he moved to Oslo. Safer for gays, and it wasn't hulking Dutchmen doing it. It's a good idea to read his work.
Thing is, when college is the one-in-five thing, there should be oceans of perps being sanctioned. But, if the DoJ's figures are correct, rapes and their perps are going to be thin on the ground. And if you don't have enough perps to run through the marsupial mess, you risk losing fed money. So you have to try to make bricks without straw.
If you're anti-GOP agenda as opposed to anti-Trump, then there would be room to praise him in this case. He's hurt the GOP with his three month debt ceiling deal. Maybe he just got rolled by Schumer and Pelosi, in which case you could just be happy about his inabilty to drive a bargain, which he's supposed to be good at but probably isn't. His obvious indifference towards the debt ceiling and the national debt is also something that hits the GOP at its core. So it all depends on how you choose to look at it. These developments are positive from a Dem party point of view, any way you cut it, and in December they'll be in better shape once again.
it's of a piece with anchors & pundits & scum like Peter Baker falling over themselves trying to scrap together something to praise him for, like when he dropped the MOAB and Brian Williams quoted Leonard Cohen. They so desperately want to praise him because they have a pathological respect for the office of the President & its ceremonial duties. So when he doesn't fall over himself giving a speech or makes a deal with Democrats that's completely in line with what he's done before, they eat it up. that's where the "tonight is the night Donald Trump became President" meme came from. it's disgusting
About 99% of what comes out about Trump in NYT and WaPo is negative, so I hadn't noticed that they were so eager to praise him. Also, that deal with the Dems is the least normal thing you'll ever see a GOP president do.
Really the most abhorrent aspect of this "deal" is how AP, NYT, and WaPo all kowtowed to the White House and described Trump in glowing terms as an "independent." Fuck that shit. Cutting deals with the other side is cool, but these media whores are so desperate to praise our idiot President for behaving normally.
I remember NYSC at 96th. That was one of the old Town Sports (formerly Town Squash) locations. This is the kind of thing I used to get arrested (or nearly arrested) for. I never acclimated myself to the post-9/11 nonsense because it was clearly fraudulent, but that's another story. Hello Mr Bryk.
Hmmm... So after two of the most tumultuous years of American politics and popcult, a non-hard-right 'conservative' online periodical has had trouble finding its land-legs. Perhaps they need to tighten up their business model. Or their politics.
Conservatives should give up on trying to influence culture like this. They don't have the knack for it, even if they went to Dartmouth and UVA.
Completely agree with Mr. May, aka The Fifth Beatle. Brando had to be in for a paycheck, Hopper is silly and the end is flat. But most of it's great: Sheen terrific, as is the ride up the river. I prefer Full Metal Jacket, easily my favorite Vietnam film, and The Deer Hunter also terrific, but Apocalypse now is a solid third in this loose trilogy.
Apocalypse Now is great, even if it has ending problems.
As usual, you hit the nail on the head. Like you, "I may use Equifax, or perhaps my accountant does, but I’ve never heard of the firm, " As a result, I can't believe that my info may have been hacked with ZERO participation or knowledge on my part. I getting pissed all over again,.
Heard a report that Ms Heyer's mother said she died of a heart attack? Anything new on this?
Russ's mother was born six years before mine, who just died. That is remarkable in itself. She seems to have been a good lady.
Easy, Texan. My favorite was the 1960 red Valiant car she won. We never had "cool" cars, always Dodges, since my dad, through his car wash, got discounts. I don't remember a single jingle; too young I guess.
Of all the contests your mom won, which was your favorite from a "prize" perspective and do you remember your favorite jingle/tag line/ etc. composed by your mom?
They used to sell little packs of three as well. Good idea, because some of us would use that as a limit. The part of this story that gets me is the twenty disclaimers that come after those drug companies. If I were running a radio program, I wouldn't accept any ads that had disclaimers. As far as death goes, life causes death. Or, as my old man used to say while lighting up, "Something will eventually kill you."
A former smoker (although i still sneak one every now and then...shh...) I sympathize, Russ. But it likely will kill you one way or another so consider a vape or something?
That's one hip 5 y.o. to be singing Ringo at his age.
God bless you Russ on the taxi part. SO TRUE!
Since my girls and I started listening to the Beatles station, I must admit a rekindled passion for Glass Onion.
Look at a map of Russian military bases abroad and compare it to a map of American military bases abroad. Who's the aggressor here?
I know quite a bit about those machines. I revealed their vulnerabilities in an article for NY Press a long time ago, in a galaxy far, far away.