Michael Brown lost his life after pursuing his unrestrained, but not unrequited, love for Swisher Sweets, which he heisted from a Ferguson, Missouri, shopkeeper. I despise his means but not his end. Swisher's are sweet, indeed. But the everyman's smoke has become an expensive taste since President Obama signed into law the largest tobacco tax increase in American history. Read my piece @ the American Spectator on how the government has eliminated the possibility of a good five-cent cigar by becoming, ahead of the manufacturer and the retailer, the main profiteer.
The Washington Post editorial page, which generally speaks the Redskins name only to lecture others not to speak the Redskins name, announced this weekend that it would no longer print the term "Redskins" immediately after printing the term "Redskins." The team's hometown newspaper contends that "the matter seems clearer to us now than ever, and while we wait for the National Football League to catch up with thoughtful opinion and common decency, we have decided that, except when it is essential for clarity or effect, we will no longer use the slur ourselves." Read my piece @ Breitbart Sports detailing how "thoughtful opinion" on the matter has yet to persuade national opinion, which remains overwhelmingly behind the nickname.
"Drugs are bad, mkay?" explains South Park's Mr. Mackey. Like Nancy Reagan, Joe Friday, and other tellers of this simple truth, Mr. Mackey plays the punchline. But too many former drug enthusiasts agree with Mr. Mackey from the grave to dismiss the elementary school teacher's elementary wisdom. Read my piece @ the American Spectator on how a teller of simple truths isn't a simpleton but rather someone blessed with the ability to cut through sophistry.
San Francisco supervisor candidate George Davis strangely campaigned naked earlier this month. Even stranger, he did so in Times Square. Read my article @ the American Spectator on how the San Francisco politician's crusade meshes well with a TMI age of YouTube confessionals, Twitter Tourette's syndrome, and such reality television fare as VH1's Dating Naked, TLC's Buying Naked, and Discovery's Naked and Afraid.
Halfway through Sharknado 2: The Second One, I glimpsed a tiger shark--indigenous to tropical waters quite unlike those encroaching upon New York City--attacking pedestrians in Manhattan. This bit of artistic license almost completely ruined it for me. Had the filmmakers done their homework they would have discovered that tiger sharks rarely navigate the Atlantic north of the 30th parallel--let alone north of the 40th parallel. Read my piece @ the American Spectator on how such inattention to detail will unfortunately unleash the sharknado deniers.
An Oakland AFL-CIO "union of unions" has resolved to pressure the local schools to teach a curriculum comparing the assassin Mumia Abu-Jamal with the assassinated Martin Luther King. Read my piece @ Breitbart on how Mumia is guilty of murder; his votaries, self-delusion.
Smoking is healthier than fascism. The aphorism's latest affirmation comes via the death of a seller of cigarette singles at the hands of New York City police officers. Read my column @ the American Spectator on how politicians passing petty laws--such as prohibitions on selling loose cigarettes rather than packs--ultimately leads to disrespect for law enforcers.
Conservatives' discovery of Liberty Island comes at a good time. The online publisher of "right brain" fiction embraces conservatism in the best sense; not a series of policy prescriptions but a preservation of that worth keeping. Read my piece @ the American Spectator on the return of pulp fiction for a digital age.
Pink Floyd announced an October release for their first album in twenty years. I party to "Brown Sugar" and work out to "Baba O'Riley." I dream to "Echoes" and "Sheep." Read my article @ the American Spectator on why Pink Floyd puts me to sleep.
My public library leaves hundreds of titles--including the "great books"--for the taking on a bookshelf atop wheels in the lobby. I picked up Walker Percy's Lancelot, which I promptly read, and Rob Sheffield's enjoyable Talking to Girls About Duran Duran, which I had read four years ago. Free books at once read as blessing and curse. I value a good read. But when a library gives away a good read they confirm that the public by and large doesn't value a good read. Give a good read to my article @ the American Spectator on how the lazy machines have killed literacy.
The thrill of victory. The agony of defeat. The numbness of a draw. Who prefers anesthetization to stimulation? Roughly one of every six 2014 World Cup matches has ended in a draw. It's the soccer way. It's not the American way. Read my piece @ Breitbart Sports on why a nation that came from too-certain Puritans and Cowboys not high on nuance detest draws.
Jack White owns the top spot on the Billboard albums chart in large part because of the sale of vinyl albums. White's "Lazaretto" sold more vinyl LPs in one week than any other act in the 23-year history of SoundScan. Consumers rejected new technology for old here because older, in this case, means better. Just as a landline operates as a more superior telephone than an iPhone, vinyl records sound better than compressed, tinny, digital music. They're not as convenient as digital, just as your landline can't take a picture like your iPhone. But if it's purely about the music, records sound better. Read my column @ the American Spectator on how the latest isn't always the greatest.
Demonstrative enthusiasm for European football stands as a popular passive-aggressive way that Americans announce their superiority vis-a-vis the rubes next door. Like smallpox, Nazism, and Cliff Richard, soccer is something that Europeans should have kept to themselves. Read my piece @ Breitbart Sports on how it's okay for Americans to play soccer--it's just not okay for them to play a European.
Rik Mayall died this week. The uninitiated get a sense of Mayall’s humor by reading his autobiography, or at least the title: Bigger than Hitler, Better than Christ. But anyone growing up in the 1980s likely knew him as that left-wing poseur "Rick" in The Young Ones. Read my article @ the American Spectator on how Rik's death leaves me feeling that we may not be the young ones very long.
When symbols on the "coexist" bumpersticker come to represent people who would rather you not exist, then it's time to rethink koexistieren, coesistere, and coexistir. The word, in any tongue, implies live and let live--not live and let murder me. Read my piece @ the American Spectator on how Europe finds Islamic immigration so vexing because it doesn't know what it's supposed to be defending in response to the challenge of Europe's values.