Nothing is stronger than an idea whose time has come.
Nothing is stronger than an idea whose time has come.
Day after day of bright sunny weather has spoiled me. I’m now hopelessly cheerful which is disastrous for a conservative blogger in Creepy Uncle Joe’s America. Whereas I should be railing against runaway inflation and fascistic FBI activities, I’m too happy. Whenever I get bored in the house I go outside into the blinding light and I feel my batteries recharging. This Saturday is the last big summer party of the season and I’m anticipating the fun of seeing all the kids one more time before they have to start school again. Burgers and dogs, sausage and peppers, potato salad and watermelon, lemonade and ice cream, and ricotta cheese cake. Just a great way to end a nice hot summer.
I’ve been watching good movies and eating good food for the last couple of days. Brando in Julius Caesar, Mutiny on the Bounty, A Streetcar Named Desire. Chicken chop suey and homemade chicken pot pie. Even watching that goofy Wolf Man movie the other day was a summer indulgence. The end of summer edges us closer to the next milestone of the calendar, Halloween. And that means classic monster movies and not so classic horror movies. And that spells shorter days and the first nip of frost in the air.
Last night it was fifty degrees. The cooling trend is there. Backsliding into the mid-eighties is predicted for next Thursday and onward but the writing is on the wall. Soon the air conditioners will be put away for another year. Lemonade will be off the menu and hot coffee back on. Watermelon will give way to apples and hot soup will reassert itself in the weekly menus that Camera Girl will present me with. And all of this should make me SAD (seasonal affective disorder) but somehow, it’s just too bright and sunny to work the trick. Maybe September will work its melancholy magic on me. But until Labor Day rings the bell on summer I can’t seem to believe in winter just yet.
Looking a little ahead we have “Liz Cheney Appreciation Day” coming up on Tuesday. That’s gonna be a humdinger. I have to see what special celebration I’ll select for that. I’ll try to capture my joy in a special schadenfreudian post that sings the praises of representative democracy when it actually works. Also, Camera Girl has promised to bake me a huckleberry pie from real Montana huckleberries. Wednesday, I meet with the Dunwich Committee to Re-elect Cthulhu. Thursday and Friday I’ll have my chores in support of Saturday’s party and Sunday will be the cleanup. By next Monday I’ll try to develop some post-summer let-down. That will stand me in good stead when trying to summon the gloom and doom needed to opine about the current state of this fallen republic. I’m sure by then Biden or one of the other odious carbuncles that supposedly run this country will have offended the public decency with various high crimes and misdemeanors. By then I’ll have built up a level of bile sufficient to vent my spleen at these toads.
But until then I’m just too darn merry to groan. I’ve got thousands of Yellowstone photos to review and process. I’ve got a load of bug photos from around the grounds and I’ve got repair projects to address. So, pardon me if I whistle a happy tune and luxuriate in the season. Misery is sure to have its day soon. La dolce vita.
If the Republicans prevail in the house and senate in the midterms but McCarthy and McConnell remain as the leaders, just look for more of the same. But if we could somehow get Rand Paul and Jim Jordan, it would be happy dance in the streets time.
Both these guys are fighters, the opposite of the current “leadership”. Have you ever seen more inept “leadership” than offered to us by Paul Ryan and McConnell in 2016-2018? They did nothing at all despite having the House, Senate and Presidency by substantial margins.
The current Dims hold all three branches but the two legislative branches by razor thin margins. Despite which, they are ramming incredibly destructive legislation down our collective throats. And all we have to counter them is the ineffective duo of McCarthy and McConnell?
The 2010 film, the Wolfman was made by Universal as a remake of their 1941 film The Wolf Man.
(Spoiler Alert – Skip down to last paragraph to avoid spoilers and read recommendation)
Benicio del Toro stars as Lawrence Talbot. Lawrence left his home in England after the death of his mother under mysterious circumstances. His father Sir John Talbot (played by Anthony Hopkins) still lives at the ancestral home with his other son Ben and Ben’s fiancée Gwen Conliffe (played by Emily Blunt). Lawrence is contacted by Gwen and asked to return home after Ben disappears.
When Lawrence arrives, he discovers that Ben’s body has been discovered horribly mutilated as if by some enormous predator. Rumors in the village point to some involvement by a gypsy camp nearby. Lawrence promises Gwen that he will investigate and find Ben’s killer.
Lawrence goes to the village and the locals tell him that the grisly killing is like one that occurred twenty-five years ago and was attributed by the locals to a werewolf. Other villagers are convinced that a trained bear that the gypsies keep is responsible. Lawrence determines to go to the gypsy camp to investigate but his father warns him that the full moon is that night and he should stay home.
Lawrence goes to the camp and the wolf-like creature goes on a spree killing and maiming gypsies and villagers alike. Lawrence chases after the creature with a rifle but eventually the creature attacks him and tears his neck severely. A gypsy woman named Maleva stitches up his wound while another tells her to let him die because he is now destined to become a werewolf too.
Lawrence is sent home and makes a miraculous recovery from his wounds. During his convalescence Inspector Francis Aberline of Scotland Yard (played by Hugo Weaving) interviews Lawrence and hints that based on Lawrence’s childhood bout with mental illness (his father had had him committed to an asylum for a year) that perhaps he is a suspect in the horrific attacks.
And in the village, news that Lawrence’s wounds had healed unnaturally well, convinced the people that he was about to become a werewolf himself at the next full moon. When they come to drag Lawrence away by force, Sir John shows up with a shot gun and forces them off the estate.
But sure enough the next night is the full moon and Lawrence makes the metamorphosis into a wolf man and goes on a horrendous rampage killing and tearing to pieces the villagers who have come out to catch and kill him. Aberline is witness to some of the killings and the next morning when Lawrence wakes up outside the manor house soaked in blood, the inspector and the local police capture Lawrence and bring him to the same insane asylum he was committed to as a child.
There he is treated with shock treatments using ice water and electricity. At the end of a month Sir John visits him and tells him his own story. Twenty-five years earlier Sir John was bitten by a werewolf and became such a creature. He was able to avoid the monthly murdering by having his servant Singh lock him up each full moon in a reinforced cell.
He admits to the murder of both his wife and his son Ben. And gives Lawrence a straight razor in case he cannot face the murderous life he is faced with and would prefer suicide. That night is the full moon and Lawrence once again transforms into a beast, breaks out of the asylum and goes on another killing spree through London. In the morning he goes to the home of Gwen and tells her of what he knows of Ben’s murder and his father’s guilt. He plans to kill his father and then himself to end the curse. Gwen tries to dissuade him from suicide but he heads home.
That night Lawrence confronts his father in their home and the two werewolves battle. During the fight the manor house catches fire. At first Sir John has the best of the fight but finally Lawrence heaves his foe into the fire which weakens him enough to allow his son to decapitate him.
Following this battle both Gwen and Inspector Aberline confront the surviving beast. Aberline is wounded by Lawrence but is spared when the wolf chases after Gwen into the night. When he finally catches her and pins her to the ground, she is able to awaken his humanity and he spares her. And while he is distracted by the approaching villagers Gwen shoots him with a pistol. Lawrence returns to human form and before he dies, he thanks Gwen for releasing him from his curse. Inspector Aberline witnesses Lawrence’s death and it’s obvious that he knows his own fate is sealed when next the moon is full.
Alright, here’s my take. When you go to a movie called the “The Wolfman” you’re not going to get Shakespeare. In fact, you’re not even going to get drama. You’re going to get a fairy tale. And that’s exactly what you get here. What you want is good special effects, lots of blood and gore and some good guys to pity and some bad guys to hiss at. It would be nice if the script isn’t too silly and the actors not completely inept. And in those particulars, I think this picture is above par for the genre. After all, Anthony Hopkins can make even nonsense sound interesting. And the rest of the cast do their best. As a remake of the 1941 film, I think this movie is quite close. Benicio del Toro approaches the part in a similar vein to how Lon Chaney Jr. did. Anthony Hopkins and Claude Rains are both distinguished English actors that project intelligence into their characters. And the atmosphere of the film hits all the right notes. This movie lost money so it’s been declared a bomb. I disagree. It’s a highly successful fairy tale. Of course, you have to like fairy tales to enjoy it. I recommend this to fans of horror movies.
God became a man, granted. The devil became a woman.
Talking about something positive last night in my post was such fun I thought I’d try that again. Let’s do a little thought experiment. Let’s assume that the current awful approval rating for Creepy Uncle Joe is a harbinger of mid-term woes for the Democrats. Despite some of the recent happy-happy talk from the progressive pundits let’s assume that our friends on the Left are about to relinquish control of both the House and the Senate. This doesn’t seem much of a stretch. After all the Democrats themselves have all but confirmed that they know Nancy Pelosi is about to be relieved of her gavel for the very last time before being packed up and shipped off to the Botox Wax Museum for permanent display. The Republicans taking back the Senate isn’t as foregone a conclusion but I think it’s a pretty safe bet. So where will that put things?
Well, for starters, that should put an end to the federal judges appointed by Dopey Joe. McConnell has shown before that he can hold up those appointments indefinitely. He can at least make himself useful doing that. And while he’s at it, he can slow down the approval process for the replacement cabinet members that will be needed once it’s seen that Biden is a lame duck.
And how about the Hunter Biden investigations that will be taking place in the House and Senate? One question will be whether the video exhibits will be kept at R or X rated. But the more important issue is whether the networks and the social media sites will censor the Congress of the United States when it impeaches Joey Boy for influence peddling. After all they did it to the President of the United States. What’s to stop them from doing the same to the legislative branch too? Previously I said the House should impeach Biden three times to make him the champion in impeachment, maybe even the greatest of all time (GOAT). But I’m not sure. Maybe instead of just impeaching Joe, they should spread it around. It seems that Garland fellow is a real jerk and could use an impeachment too. And come to think of it, impeaching Kamala would be fun. And what the hell, how about Mayor Pete too. I know he’s busy breastfeeding the twins but he shouldn’t be neglected either.
And between impeachments maybe Congress can try something new and actually do some legislation. Here’s an idea. How about they try and write the budget for next year? I know that fell out of fashion during the Obama regime but how about resurrecting it? And here’s a crazier idea. How about making it a balanced budget? After all we’re not technically fighting a war right now. Maybe we can cancel a few of the new defense contracts and stop sending COVID checks to people who should be working for a living and stop paying the FBI altogether.
Now, sure, Biden won’t sign the budget. But make him reject it. Let him add that to his other failures and let Trump or whoever is running in 2024 beat him over the head with his refusal to stop the endless deficits.
It seems to me we have some very interesting days ahead after the mid-terms. Sure, Biden will be torturing us with IRS agents sifting through our e-mails and FBI agents rooting through our garbage. But unless Biden’s got this voter fraud thing down to a science there’s a pretty good chance, he’s going to get the boot in 2024.
There. That felt good.
To put everything in balance is good, to put everything in harmony is better.