America gawked this week at a beer-toting UConn student berating and shoving a campus food court manager for refusing his order of "f---ing bacon-jalapeno mac-and-cheese.” His arrogance and entitlement horrified many. His gustatory enthusiasms offended me. You eat macaroni and cheese in kindergarten. You drink in public on skid row. Luke Gatti and his late-night snack both combine an adolescent’s entitlement with an adult’s excess. Read my column @ the American Spectator on how the meal sums up the man-child.
"The Democrat Party, of course, is the party of the KKK, of Jim Crow laws, and, perhaps just as bad right now, of servitude," Dr. Ben Carson recently proclaimed on the campaign trail. From the Democratic National Convention voting not to repudiate the KKK in 1924 to FDR nominating a Klansman to the U.S. Supreme Court 1937 to the Senate Democrats electing an Exalted Cyclops as their leader in the 1970s and '80s, the history of the party affirms Carson's observation. Read my column @ the American Spectator on how the party of George Wallace, Jefferson Davis, and Theodore Bilbo remains obsessed with race.
Two women recently launched a “#shoutyourabortion” Twitter campaign. The abortions, at a decided disadvantage in the debate, could offer no rebuttal. The hashtag campaign works as a symbol of human psychology. Numbers and volume, not facts and reason, work to persuade. Read my column @ the American Spectator on how it’s no longer enough to let your freak flag fly—you must force your neighbor to wave the banner, too.
America is on the verge of its greatest century, blah, blah, blah, how we can fix a broken Washington, blah, blah, blah, I’m ready to lead, blah, blah, blah, the United States is not to be trifled with, blah, blah, blah, the political establishment in Washington, D.C. in both political parties is completely out of touch, blah, blah, blah, we'll reignite the promise of America, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah. Read my column @ the American Spectator on how the Wednesday's Republican presidential debate appeared less Lincoln v. Douglas and more Snooki v. Angelina, Omarosa v. Ereka, or Puck v. Pedro.
Scientists allegedly found remains from a previously unknown branch of the human family in a dark South African cave. In the daylight of Central New England I regularly glimpse offshoot homo sapiens while walking through the city. The South African scientists call their find homo naledi. I call mine schlomo sapiens. Read my column @ the American Spectator to learn about this new branch of the human family tree.
Tom Brady’s a winner. You can glean that from that last-minute look on the face of cornerback Richard Sherman or by reading the scorching rebuke of the NFL by Judge Richard Berman. But you mainly understand this merely by watching—and not necessarily on fall Sundays—Tom Brady. But the jaundiced perspective of 2015 America senses that people marry supermodel brides, live in mansions, and bedizen their fingers with Super Bowl rings by cheating. Read my article @ the American Spectator that posits that once “congratulations” yields to “no fair” you know that losing is winning.
Like so many of the faithful congregants of the Church of the Holy Idiot Box, Vester Flanagan bumrushed the pulpit from the pews. The narcissism evident in his professional pursuits of prostitute and pixelated personality displayed itself in his decision to methodically video the murder of two young people succeeding in the field in which he had repeatedly failed. Frustration about the self ultimately causes the troubled to lash out at others. Read my article @ the American Spectator on how the world, and the would-be world-savers, would be better off if violent reformers reformed themselves instead.
Jared Fogle pleaded guilty to child pornography and underage sex charges last week. The sandwich salesman faces five-to-twelve years in jail, imminent divorce, and, worst of all, a plummeting Q-Score. Read my article @ the American Spectator that asks: What does it profit a man to loseth the weight but gaineth the cell-block moniker “chomo”?
Senator Bernie Sanders tops former Secretary of State Hillary Clinton 44-37 in a poll of likely Democratic voters in the New Hampshire primary. A proud socialist in the driver’s seat in a state where they inscribe “live free or die” on the license plates speaks to what a long, strange trip it’s been. Read my column @ the American Spectator on how the senator's strange trip includes orgone-energy accumulators, bizarre discussions about eating placenta, and advocating the idea that prudishness causes cancer.
“No doubt he came to represent the realization of life’s large promises,” Fredrick Exley writes of Frank Gifford in A Fan’s Notes. Frederick Exley’s book reads about the meaning of alcoholism, and the weight of a late but accomplished father hanging about a son’s neck, and the catharsis a vicarious existence lived in the bleachers provides. But, superficially at least, the greatest football book ever written was about an obsession with Frank Gifford, who died this weekend. Read my piece @ Breitbart on the player and his greatest fan.