Ideologues seek to ban Gone with the Wind from movie houses and dig up Nathan Bedford Forrest's grave. The revival of the War Between the States after a 150-year interbellum thankfully witnesses human simulacrums and corpses as casualties rather than living, breathing people. After killing 300,000 Southerners, destroying Richmond, Charleston, and Atlanta, and imposing martial law on much of the rebellious region for more than a decade, the victors allowed the vanquished to keep their heroes. Read my column @ the American Spectator on how a century-and-a-half later that appears too generous a concession to some.

MTV, perhaps in penance to its early programming choices, later this month premieres White People, a documentary that, as the trailer informs, exposes “what white people have done in America.” Illegal alien Jose Antonio Vargas hosts the program. Some people miss their own irony. Read my column @ the American Spectator on the unhealthiness of obsessing over racial "pride" or "shame."
 

Rachel Dolezal is neither a black woman nor a white one but an angel sent by God to jar us from our collective insanity. Dolezal at least passes for Angela Davis’ younger sister. Bruce Jenner could pass for one of the Twisted Sisters, but that’s about it. We mock Dolezal’s claims of blackness yet rush to call Jenner, a still-musclebound six-foot-two-inch man, “Caitlyn.” Read my piece @ the American Spectator on how our dishonesty rises to the pathological level at least as much as Dolezal’s does.

The pope confessed this week to turning off the television for good in 1990. Seventy or so years before Francis' promise to the Virgin Mary, the technology's pioneers promised that television meant big things for mankind. Inventor Lee de Forest exclaimed, “What thrilling lectures on solar physics will such pictures permit!” RCA honcho David Sarnoff predicted “a new horizon, a new philosophy, a new sense of freedom, and greatest of all, perhaps, a finer and broader understanding between all peoples of the world.” My studies have yet to reveal a prophecy of television creating a new race of quarter-ton amoeba-people or transmitting mental retardation to its most faithful viewers. Read my piece @ the American Spectator on the pixelated moron-maker.