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“The upset souls who lay the flowers and light the candles know nothing will be done to stop the outrages, meaning that these ubiquitous shrines are, in truth, testaments of despair” Continue Reading
“The root cause of this fractious divorce was the attitude and behaviour of EU elites themselves who had arrogantly laid siege to historic European nation states with ever-more dictatorial tentacles”
Why does the fallout from the Brexit vote remind me of unravelling an entire sweater by pulling on a single thread of yarn? Is it because once the process has started, there is no going back? Not that anyone can know for certain what the consequences will be for this bold act of democracy. But most seasoned experts do believe that — once financial markets settle down after Britain’s cheeky act of independence —it will be the European Union that suffers more. “The stunning upset marks a point of rupture for the post-war European order,” observed Ambrose Evans Pritchard of The Telegraph. “It will be a Herculean task to extract Britain from the EU after 43 years enmeshed in a far-reaching legal and constitutional structure. Scotland and Northern Ireland will now be ejected from the EU against their will — a ghastly state of affairs that could all too easily lead to the internal fragmentation of the Kingdom unless handled with extreme care. Both sides are handling nitroglycerin.”
Ingmar Bergman was a consummate artist and a perennial rebel, invariably at odds with conventional thinking. He was also a paradoxical atheist, ever in search of the God he didn’t believe in, and tormented by God’s imagined absence. This meant the celebrated Swedish filmmaker’s obsession with religious and existential issues made him a social iconoclast always at odds with his fellow Swedes who could not understand the reverence his films inspired outside Sweden. Or his reputation as a cinematic auteur and directeur du conscience.
Conversely, neither did Bergman fans realize — as they lined up at cinemas around the world to see such masterpieces as The Seventh Seal (1957), Wild Strawberries (1957), The Virgin Spring (1960), Through a Glass Darkly (1961), and Winter Light (1963) – that Swedes at home didn’t share their appreciation for his films.
Too personal, the Swedes sniffed. Too dark. Too depressing. Too religious. “Bergman (1918-2007) was said to suffer from ‘a Christian hangover’ and one Swedish reviewer after another was critical of Bergman’s ‘meaningless digging in Angst’,” recalls Birgitta Steen, a former film professor at Stockholm University. “Instead they called for films depicting the lives of ‘ordinary decent people’.”
The irony couldn’t have been sharper for Bergman fans who understood better than most that Bergman’s films were about ordinary decent people … but from the inside, from the soul’s point of view. A point of view that no longer interested the average Swede who, in the postwar years, had become a dedicated citizen of the world’s most admired secular welfare state. And indeed, in those years, this Swedish Utopia earned lavish praise from the avant garde and from postwar trendsetters delighted with Sweden’s dismantling of her centuries-old traditions and replacing them with a new, oh-so-fresh culture of youth which, in turn, reduced the Lutheran church, which once provided the moral and religious backbone of the country, into a ritual service provider of baptism, marriage and burial only. Continue Reading
The 2016 New Hampshire Primary will be held next Tuesday. Following the outcome of the Iowa caucus February 1, this will be the first primary vote to measure the actual strength and long-term viability of Donald Trump’s presidential candidacy. As I write, the outcome of both contests is unknown. But my money is on Trump to do even better than pollsters project. Which is an easy bet given the fact the media has been so consistently wrong about Trump and his viability ever since he entered the race last summer with a promise to build a wall between the U.S. and Mexico barring illegal aliens and to make Mexico pay for it.
Why have the media and its commentators been so consistently wrong? Because, blinded by their own politically correct ideology, they literally cannot see the political landscape shifting under their feet. Nor do they understand what his very presence really means or why their calling him an idiot and a blowhard has failed to destroy his bid.
Trump, meanwhile, has made himself available almost daily to all media and answered their questions intelligently while commanding every interview without notes and frustrating any and all attempts to bully or backfoot him. He’s done the same thing almost every night too before crowds of thousands who cheered his ideas and his criticisms of opponents, all delivered spontaneously and without teleprompters. His tactics have not only been successful but they’ve produced some amazing and mysterious phenomena as well.
I’ve always thought feminism would die of natural causes. From boredom and dysfunctionality.
I was wrong. It now appears feminism is committing suicide on the altar of the multicultural Left.
The evidence? Two recent events which occurred almost simultaneously.
The first came on New Year’s Eve in Cologne where crowds of young Muslim men threw explosives at revelers outside the city’s famous cathedral as they raped and robbed female passers-by.
It wasn’t until days later, however, that the sheer scale of the attacks became clear. What neither the media nor the police wanted to report or confront was that the gang-rape phenomenon known as “taharrush gamea” has spread to Germany.
The name of the practice translates to “collective harassment”. It’s carried out by large groups of men who sexually assault lone women, either by groping, or in some instances, raping them. The men first surround their victim, then some sexually assault her, while others not directly involved watch or divert outsiders’ attention to what’s happening.
The practice was first witnessed internationally with the rape of CBS reporter Lara Logan during the Arab Spring of 2011 in Cairo’s Tahrir Square.
And now it’s apparent that what happened in Cologne was occurring in other German cities as well as in Austria, Finland, France and Switzerland, indicating the attacks had been co-ordinated across the Continent.
“Welcome to multiculti Europe,” tweeted one German girl, registering her disgust. Which was soon extended to Cologne mayor Henriette Reker’s for blaming the victims for the attacks and promising to publish a behavioral code for women attending the upcoming Lenten carnival. And to local police when she realized that the very forces tasked to protect her had been ordered to cover up the full extent of what happened to avoid fueling the “right-wing extremist debate.”
You know . . . the debate? Continue Reading
Hollywood has just released a film about Dalton Trumbo. Yawn. I won’t bother to see it. I’ve seen cartoons like it before. I’ve also read more books than I care to remember about the oh-so-persecuted group of Hollywood subversives Trumbo belonged to.
So spare me. The last airing I recall of this particular form of self-absolution was Good Night and Good Luck. Released ten years ago in documentary-style black and white and starring George Clooney and David Strathairn, the film chronicled the feud between broadcast journalist Edward R. Murrow and Senator Joseph McCarthy who’d accused Murrow of communist subversion in an era when the word actually meant something. Something poisonous, treasonous, un-American. But not anymore. At least, not since the soul-destroying ideology became so embedded in the culture that it’s no longer taken seriously or even recognized for what it is.
So why is it that every few years the uber-liberal Hollywood establishment feels compelled to hold yet another pity party for that gang of Hollywood types who, in the late 1940s, regarded themselves as martyred for their support of Josef Stalin and/or for their membership in the American communist party (CPUSA)?
Trumbo was one of the Hollywood Ten, those motion-picture producers, directors and screenwriters who appeared before the House Un-American Activities Committee in October 1947, refused to answer questions regarding their communist affiliations and became known as “the unfriendly witnesses.” Absent from their ranks was German playwright Bertold Brecht who fled the country leaving behind Alvah Bessie, Herbert Biberman, Lester Cole, Edward Dmytryk, Ring Lardner, Jr., John Howard Lawson, Albert Maltz, Samuel Ornitz, Adrian Scott and Trumbo to face the committee. And Billy Wilder to leave the perspective: “Only two of them have talent,” Wilder quipped. “The rest are just unfriendly.”
In the end, the Ten went to prison briefly for contempt of Congress. They were also officially blacklisted by the Hollywood studios with the exception of Dmytryk who agreed to cooperate with HUAC by admitting to being a communist and by giving the names of 26 others. Only two were ever employed again in Hollywood and they wrote scripts under pseudonyms. One of them was Trumbo who went on to write the scripts for Roman Holiday, Spartacus and Exodus, and to win an Oscar as “Robert Rich” for best screenplay for The Brave One (1956).
By the early 1960s, however, all was forgiven and Trumbo and Lardner were back in business, writing screenplays under their own names. And after decades of revisionist history, Trumbo has been recast as a victim of McCarthyism, a champion of free speech and constitutional rights and a noble artist who happened to make lots of money churning out screenplays based on ideas not his own. How Rich is that?
Still, there was more to the man than you’ll find in this latest two-dimensional bio that attempts to uphold Trumbo’s claim that Hollywood’s post-war political wars yielded “only victims.” In Trumbo’s heyday, there were victims all right, plenty of them. But they weren’t seen on screen.
In August 1939, Stalin and Hitler signed a pact that divided up Europe and effectively started World War II. Days later, Hitler drove his troops into Poland, and divided that country up with Stalin. Many German Jewish Communists who’d fled to the Soviet Union during the Pact then found themselves handed over to the Gestapo. And while the Stalin-Hitler Pact prompted many horrified European and North American communists to abandon the Party, never to return, Dalton Trumbo wasn’t one of them.
In truth, Trumbo was a resolute Stalinist who performed like a slavish foot-soldier for the cause at a time when CPUSA was run from Moscow by the Comintern who were agents of Stalin, arguably the greatest mass murderer of the 20th century. Yet today, that hellish fact is forgotten or, if remembered, doesn’t count.
“Of all the arts, the cinema is the most important,” said Lenin of the art form he regarded as the most powerful
So here I sit in late November in the back row of the Theatre of the Absurd wondering what inanity comes next. Developed in Paris in the 1950s and based on the existentialist philosophy of popular French intellectuals, the Absurdist movement became famous for plays depicting the human condition as irrational, meaningless, repetitive, purposeless and therefore absurd. Its playwrights were Albert Camus, Jean Paul Sartre, Edward Albee, Harold Pinter, Sam Shepard, Samuel Beckett and Vaclav Havel, among others, whose deliberately ambiguous plotlines usually resulted in tragicomedies where serious themes were blended with great humour.
How appropriate then that – in the same month that saw the Paris massacres, the murder of 27 hotel guests in Mali and the lockdown of Brussels due to terrorist threats – the City of Dimming Light would be bracing itself for another wave of invaders. This time for the Climate Conference where hordes of world leaders were flying in to solve a problem that doesn`t exist while studiously avoiding a problem that does.
Wasn’t it Karl Marx who had that famous line about the unfolding of events being “first tragedy, then farce?”
And doesn’t that describe Paris after her second major terrorist attack this year following the slaughter at Charlie Hebdo? Along with her handling of the wholly manufactured “climate crisis” which now surpasses farce and shades into absurdity? And after all the makeshift shrines packed with candles, flowers and teddy bears advertising the city`s sorrow failed to conceal her inability to respond in any way that might actually discourage jihadis from orchestrating yet another bloodbath? Continue Reading
Dubbed the Million Mask March, thousands of protesters wearing sinister Guy Fawkes masks brought chaos to the streets of London earlier this month in search of revolution. Inspired by the arrest of Fawkes on November 5, 1606 for guarding explosives intended to blow up the House of Lords, this year’s hardcore anarchists were no less ambitious. Said to be motivated by Anonymous, the hacking group behind the march, they set off dozens of incendiaries and smoke bombs to provoke clashes with police. They also targeted police horses for temporary blinding with laser pointers and then set their sights on Buckingham Palace where they were held back by police. This time.
All with or without the permission of the 20,000 march participants which included Russell Brand and Vivienne Westwood, both of whom joined a similar protest last year with equally spectacular results.
All told, 50 were arrested and at least four police officers were taken to hospital with injuries while half a dozen horses required treatment as well. This despite the strict restrictions placed on this year’s march, which had agreed to walk peacefully from Trafalgar Square to Whitehall. The violence was said to have been sparked by a mid-afternoon incident in Trafalgar Square where three men carrying knives and gas canisters were arrested in a police stop and search, provoking crowds to break away from the main collective and begin rampaging through central London under the banner One Solution: Revolution. Continue Reading
“This time around, the cause almost no one believes in anymore may have grown some teeth”
So much for Hurricane Patricia. Turns out that the monster Category 5 storm – billed as the “strongest hurricane” ever recorded in the Western Hemisphere – was something of a dud. Even the AP had to back away from all the breathless hyperbole and admit it caused “little damage” to the Mexican coast with no reports of deaths or injuries. Which must have been a disappointment for the environmental “sky-is-falling” crowd now gathering in Paris to convince the rest of the world that their lives and economies are threatened by the climate change they assume caused Patricia.
This time around, however, the cause almost no one believes in anymore may have grown some teeth because two pieces on its chessboard have recently been replaced. Forget the oft-repeated lie that the summer of 2015 was the hottest on record. It was not! Nor has there been any increase in temperature for the past 18 years. But that doesn’t matter because “climate change” – which has long been masking as a noble environmental cause in need of urgent action – is not about climate. It’s about power and money and funding endless green energy boondoggles. It’s about governments and individuals gaining power via a radically inspired political formula in which oil companies are demonized, green activists are promoted, corporate activity is directed towards ineffective, regressive and bankrupting climate “technologies of the future” and carbon taxes are loaded on.