Sara Carter Claims that Horowitz’s Report is Coming Out Before Thanksgiving

Not only that but it will recommend indictments including of James Comey.  And it includes exculpatory evidence that was withheld from Carter Page.

https://saraacarter.com/horowitz-report-will-be-damning-criminal-referrals-likely/

Well, if she’s right I only have to wait at most two weeks to drown in an ocean of schadenfreude.  She better be right or I’ll report her to the BBB (Better Blogging Bureau).

Read the article.  She has quotes of insiders who speculate how something like this will undercut Schiff and Pelosi in their use of Deep State informants as supposedly non-partisan witnesses.

 

 

Guest Contributor – The Fat Man – Movie Review – The Irishman

The Fat Man is a learned critic of cinema.  I welcome his contributions and hope to see him on a regular basis.

 

There are many ways to consider The Irishman, Scorsese’s’ latest, and hopefully last, gangster pic. We can try to at least mention them all but it may be best to see it as another allegorical mock epic. Almost the entirety of post-war US history not only acts as a backdrop to the film, but the movie suggests its main characters were central players in such events as the Kennedy assassination, the Bay of Pigs, Cuban missile crises, perhaps even Watergate. The baby boomers can’t get over their all but irrelevant history of air conditioned atavism and faux passivism. They have no epic story to tell, so they are continually painting up their cowardice in the face of a minor war or their alternating deification and denunciation of their fallen non-hero, JFK.

It is no shame that Scorsese reveals himself as sentimental and self-deluding in The Irishman. Many great films begin with cherished delusions, like the tradition of the Ronin or the hooker-with- a-heart-of-gold. Marty and Paul Schrader did wonders with that last fantasy in Taxi Driver, with the whore/Madonna duo played by Cybil Shepard and Jodie Foster. The fact that poor Jodie was still prepubescent was just a cute detail, like attending college to avoid the draft and then going on to graduate studies to learn to justify it to the memory of the poor guys that got killed. But at least Taxi was, in its dysfunctional characters and their infantile motivations, funny. “He’s not a murderer, he’s a Sagittarius” (or was it an Aquarius), protests Jodie Foster’s character, Iris, to Robert De Niro’s Travis Bickle for criticizing her pimp, Sport. That may be the funniest line to come out of Hollywood in the 1970’s.

 

I guess it’s time to address the details of The Irishman and justify all this scorn I’m heaping. Let’s start with funny. It’s not. The cheap laughs squeezed out by mocking the blue-collar naivety of the regular-guy-come-psychopath, Frank Sheeran, the movies protagonist played by De Niro, are so hackneyed they will make you squirm. The rest is humorless. How Scorsese managed to get one of the most naturally funny actors of the 1970’s and 80’s, Joe Pesci, to turn in a joyless performance will remain a mystery.

But, you may ask, why is funny so important. This is big stuff, Pacino, De Niro, Pesci, Keitel, the all-stars, it’s an epic, remember?

It’s true Scorsese swung for the fences on this one, as he did with The Aviator, The Age of Innocence and The Gangs of New York. You’d think he’d learn. Not satisfied with his one true contribution to American cinema, Raging Bull, a small movie perfectly drawn, he continues to balk at the big canvas. He can’t do it. All of his attempts, whether he juices them with amazing sets as in Gangs, or beautiful costumes like in Age, or a remarkable profile like Howard Hughes, fail for the same reason. He can’t tell that story. He can scare us and make us laugh, but he can’t move us. His work can be natural or abstract but never profound. He knows it, as all directors do that pile on the violence. They’re impotent so they pour on the blood.

And Scorsese, as usual, does pour on the blood. We make our way through Frank’s mournful decent from hard working family man to prolific serial killer. We are told the war was to blame where he was asked to unofficially execute German prisoners. His wonders why these prisoners were so compliant in digging their own graves. He asks himself maybe they thought they would get a break if they did a good job? It never occurs to him they were just taking more orders, the same process that dehumanized them in the camps and him.

The Irishman is quiet for a Scorsese movie, without any of the Eric Clapton that accompanied the mayhem in Goodfellars. A number of times, in the background score and in shots of empty rooms through partially open doors we see references to that most quiet of directors, Yasujiro Ozu. Ozu, who directed Tokyo Story, is of course admired by Scorsese but unlike the Italian neo realists that he loves, Ozu and his peaceful style is wholly unsuited to a gangster movie. It’s a clue of what Scorsese is trying to do. Make peace. It explains the unfunny Pesci performance and the banality of De Niro’s narration. Scorsese never had the hand to paint the kind of movie that his contemporaries Roman Polanski and Francis Ford Coppola did. He could never shoot a scene like Brando in his office listening to the undertaker or like John Huston and Jack Nicholson discussing broiled fish. So he made up for it with rotating camera’s in the ring and forensic dialog ripped from FBI files.

But in The Irishman he tries Ozu and we get a whispering Joe Pesci saying “I chose us” to De Niro at the movies end to explain Hoffa’s betrayal. And Hoffa was betrayed, by Scorsese, by Pacino, by everyone who might be interested in what he did build into his union. It must be a curse to try to do a film about the union boss. Nicholson’s Hoffa was terrible, but at least he wasn’t transformed by an aging Italian actor and his friend’s pathetic confession into a one-dimensional stooge. Nothing is examined, nothing explained, just gossip.

And that is the reason the Irishman is a terrible movie. You can’t attempt to depict the sweep of a generation without saying something about why it matters. But because his generation still lies about the meaning of Kennedys and Castro and war, Scorsese has to lie as well. And so he does for the three hours of The Irishman.

 

 

 

All I Want for Christmas 2019

Four years ago, I had to listen to every poll, every pundit telling me that Trump wouldn’t really run.  Then he would be finished after the comments he made in the first debate.  Then he would be out by Super Tuesday.  Then he couldn’t win the Nomination.  And finally, Hillary was so far ahead that it would be a landslide.

Then I had to stay up all election night to laugh at the hilarious Hillary backers screaming and crying and threatening to kill themselves.  Good times, good times.

This year I’m going to cut to the chase.  Even the New York Times and the Cook Report are coming as close as they can to admitting that all the Midwest states that gave Donald Trump the presidency last time are already set up to repeat the experience again. https://cookpolitical.com/index.php/analysis/national/national-politics/its-2016-all-over-again

I’m not going to worry about the President winning re-election, that’s a given.  What I want to focus on is whether the 2020 compilation video of screaming crying Democrat voters will be as good as the 2016 one.  It won’t be easy.  Rachel Maddow, Miley Cyrus, that crazy blue haired girl who swears she’s going to die unless someone fixes this.  Such memories.

I remember after the 2016 election I was quite busy at work for several weeks so I didn’t have a chance to absorb all the Democrat reactions that were captured on the internet.  But after Christmas I had some time off and I went back and looked at these reactions.  I confess I laughed so hard I think I bruised some ribs.  But it was well worth it.  I was euphoric for a month.

So now I want that feeling back.  But how do I get through a whole year before it can happen?  Well, my only hope is a string of Durham indictments during the holiday season.  A couple around Thanksgiving and then a bunch more between Christmas and New Year would be about right.

I know, I know I sound pretty mean.  But think about all the Trump associates like General Flynn, Paul Manafort and Roger Stone who were railroaded and terrorized by a witch-hunting mob of prosecutors who knew it was all made up.  What do you suppose would be poetic justice for that kind of behavior?  How about being frog-marched out of their homes at 3 am in front of the rolling video cameras of a tipped off journalist?  How about being cross-examined under oath and being forced to choose between a plea bargain that puts them behind bars for several years and facing a jury trial where they might end up with a twenty-year sentence?

If the shoe were suddenly on the other foot do you suppose it might give them pause and possibly convince them to turn state’s evidence and rat on Loretta Lynch or John Brennan or James Clapper?  It would be fun to find out.

So that’s what I’m asking Santa Claus for this year.  James Comey, Andrew McCabe, Peter Strzok, Lisa Page and Bruce Ohr behind bars.  It doesn’t seem like too much.  After all I’ve been a good boy.

 

post script – Looks like my wish may e coming true and before Thanksgiving!

https://saraacarter.com/horowitz-report-will-be-damning-criminal-referrals-likely/

 

 

The Pollsters Admit Trump Will Win With the Same Coalition

You can actually hear the pain in the author’s voice when he writes that the Midwest voters today are still the ones who elected President Trump in 2016 and they will elect him again in 2020.

https://cookpolitical.com/index.php/analysis/national/national-politics/its-2016-all-over-again

Sucks being a Dem presidential candidate or pollster this year too.

Star Trek: The Original Series – Complete Series Review – Season 1 Episode 4 – The Naked Time

This episode leaves me very conflicted.  Because of the enormous amount of awful acting by a plethora of characters this should be and is a highly rated episode on the mockery index.  But having to sit through it is challenging.  There really is a limit to how much insipid tv you can watch before your skin starts to crawl.

Let’s dispose of the plot, such as it is, first and then look over this train wreck.  The Enterprise has been sent to Psi 2000, a planet whose star has “gone dark” and is now apparently collapsing in on itself from the cold.  They are tasked with rescuing a crew of four scientists that, for some inexplicable reason, were left in a highly dangerous and unstable environment and after the rescue they are to observe the collapse of the planet at extremely close range in a highly unstable and dangerous orbit.  Sure.

Spock and Lt. Joe Tormolen (hint, hint, dead man walking) beam down to the surface in isolation suits and find that the scientists seem to have died violently from the effects of insanity.  Tormolen’s nose is itchy so of course he takes off his glove and immediately becomes infected with what ever strange infection killed off the scientists.  Tormolen spreads the infection to the ship and for the rest of the episode the whole cast except McCoy engage in random acts of imbecility that somewhat mimic drunkenness.  Of course, the ship ends up in great danger of crashing into the unstable planet and a last minute “Hail Mary” by Spock and Scotty saves the ship but hurls the ship three days back into the past and then the show ends.  That’s not much of a plot.

Okay, so this is kind of a stupid plot but what is truly notable is how many creepy behaviors are on view by the crew.  Sulu takes off his shirt and swash buckles around the ship menacing the crew with a fencing sword.  Nurse Chapel starts whining at Spock declaring her empathy and love for his poor neglected emotional life as a half-Vulcan.  She even starts pawing at him and infects him whereupon he also starts blubbering and whining about how sad he was as a child.  Spock infects Kirk during a fist fight and then Kirk starts describing his unrequited love for the Enterprise.  All in all, it’s a nauseating spectacle but Spock and Nurse Chapel crying together and then Spock crying by himself in his cabin has got to be the low point.  It has to be seen to be believed.

There is an important scientific moment.  When the shut down engines won’t be available soon enough to save the ship if a normal start up is used, Kirk orders Scotty to engage in a full power restart, to which Scotty exclaims apoplectically, “ye canna mix matter and anti-matter cold!”  I fully expected him to preface it with an exclamation like, “Are ye daft man?”

Majel Barrett, who played Nurse Chapel was Gene Roddenberry’s main squeeze and soon to be wife.  But she is just such an annoying character that she comes close to making the episode unwatchable.  The hair style or wig she has in this episode is weird and off-putting.  The hair on the back of her head is dark and the front is grey and the whole thing is sort of swirled around.  It looks like something went terribly wrong during the hair and make-up prep.

So, my verdict is this is a must see because of just how heinous the acting is.  But at the same time make sure you aren’t in a weakened state during the viewing.  It will lower your vitality and it’s entirely possible you will break out in hives.  And it is completely out of the question for the mentally unstable.

 

DiGenova and Toensing Claim the IG’s Report Will be Explosive

Lou Dobbs interiews former U.S. Attorney Joe DiGenova and former Deputy Attorney General Victoria Toensing and they tell him that the IG’s report will reveal that high ranking DOJ figures submitted FISA applications that were based on information that they knew to be false.

https://www.realclearpolitics.com/video/2019/11/07/digenova_fisa_report_will_ruin_careers_people_are_going_to_be_indicted.html

Of course we’ve been waiting for this for years so it’s getting hard to believe it will ever appear but it’s interesting to hear insiders saying it.

 

 

ShatnerKhan 1 – Part 2

ShatnerKhan 1 – Part 1

Shaking off the lingering effects of Rocket Man wasn’t easy.  But after enough refreshments were absorbed, we were ready to go forward.  Believing they had sustained the worst shocks possible they were steeled to delve deeper into the less familiar works of William Shatner.  They knew that I possessed one of the few copies of the 1984 made-for-tv movie, “Secrets of a Married Man” (SOAMM).  A unanimous vote decided that it would be next.

For those who don’t know about this little known “treasure,” Shatner plays an engineer, Chris Jordan, working on an important project that will make or break his career.  He has a wife and kids but the wife (played by former Momas and Papas singer Michelle Philips) has been so busy with her own career that she has sort of neglected her conjugal responsibilities toward Chris.  So, what with the stress of the project and his neglected libido, Chris starts availing himself of the services of various prostitutes.  This provides moments of Shatneresque hilarity.  One scene shows Shatner in the shower when suddenly he looks down and must see some kind of rash or other skin problem on his genitals and almost has a stroke in his own special Shatner style.  In the next scene he has gone to some doctor other than his family general practitioner and is relieved to learn it’s just an allergic reaction to soap or laundry detergent or “something else.”  One particularly funny scene involves Shatner driving down the main drag with his wife in the car and all the hookers are calling out to him “Hi Chris” and Shatner is trying to explain to her how the name Chris is just hooker code for a new customer.

This goes on way too long until finally he meets the dream girl.  Cybil Shepard is a high-priced hooker who drains Shatner of cash and even has him second mortgage his house to keep up with his weekly visits.  But when the hooker’s pimp needs five thousand dollars Shatner’s whole life falls apart as his wife finds out what’s happening and leaves him and the police step in.  We watched about forty percent of the show fast forwarding to the scenes where Shatner brought his unique acting abilities to bear on this stunning plot.  But even that was too much.  We finally shut it off.

When it was over the delegates were restless.  They felt we had strayed too far from the core of the Shatner canon.  While it was agreed that SOAMM contained some powerful and unique Shatner moments nevertheless the unheroic nature of the role separated it from the true spirit of Shatner.  Even the hideousness of Rocket Man maintained the heroic nature of the Shatner persona.  We had a to regroup.  So, after reviling SOAMM and making fun of Cybil Shepard’s career that allowed her to play in this kind of movie we moved on.  We decided to go back to the classics.  And we picked for our next selection Space Seed.  ShatnerKhan needed a little Khaaaaan!

But first we decided to take a break and restore ourselves with our choice of refreshments.

 

Is Boris Johnson Ruling Out a Deal with Nigel Farage?

I watched this interview that Boris gave to the BBC and I’ll have to say I think he’s making an enormous blunder.  https://www.bbc.com/news/election-2019-50264395

Claiming that working with the Brexit Party risks throwing the election to Labour strikes me as completely wrong-headed.  There are areas of the country where voters would never vote for the Tories.  It’s a multi-generational family tradition.  But they’ll vote for Farage.  He’s one of them whereas Boris is not.

This looks like a case of Boris appeasing his allies and losing sight of the big picture.  If he allows enough seats to escape back to Labour then the new Parliament will be just as bad as the present one.  This is his chance to think more clearly about what the nation needs than what he wants.  He can divide up the districts into those that vote Tory and those that don’t.  Any Labour districts that voted strongly Brexit are a natural fit for a Brexit Party candidate and the Tories should leave these districts to the Brexit Party and support that candidate against Labour.  And even the overwhelmingly Labour districts should be left to the Brexit Party to challenge.  The Tories can replace the ejected Remainer Tories with reliably Brexit friendly Tory candidates.

Boris should be aware that coalitions are standard operating procedure in the British Parliament.  Attempting to squash the Brexit Party now will lead to disaster.  Sharing space on the Right with the Brexit Party will strengthen the Tories and weaken Labour immeasurably.

Wake up Boris.  Time is running out.

04NOV2019 – American Greatness Post of the Day – A Great Awakening to the Fight is Upon Us

Mark Bauerlein has written an article that confirms what many including myself have been saying for a long time.  The sleep walkers are starting to awake.  Even the most timid of the social conservatives have admitted to themselves that they can’t negotiate their way out of the trap the Left has them in.

He also links to a speech that Robert George gave at the Catholic Information Center that goes into painful detail just how beaten the social conservatives have been by their enemies.

Finally they both say the words they have been afraid of uttering all these years.  The Left is the enemy, this is war and if they don’t want to be forced into the re-education camps they’ll have to fight.

Finally.