Why Child Sacrifice Is Easy to Imagine
By Audie Cockings
Yesterday I read a shocking article by National Geographic detailing the methodical sacrificial killing of 140 children ages five to fourteen. The broken child remains were recently discovered and unearthed near Chan Chan, an archeological complex in coastal Peru. The event is estimated to be five hundred years old.
Young ones were donated by parents to be held down, sternums severed in half, and rib cages broken open so that the undersized hearts could be cut out of the bodies. The article does not state whether the children were still alive during that procedure, but that all were killed at the same time –which tells me that there were at least 140 community members who systematically killed at once. The researchers also mentioned that there were few “false starts” in the cutting, indicating that ritual members were skilled with the procedure and ceremonial blades.
From My Cold, Dead, Facts
Or Why I’m Joining the NRA
By Roy Griffis
As a veteran who once held a security clearance (along with marksmen and expert ribbons in certain firearms), a tax-payer for over 40 years, and a guy who’s only seen the inside of a jail cell while doing research, I find Dandy David Hogg unqualified to lecture me on responsible gun-ownership…
Don’t Play Those Funky Politics, Black Boy
Wherein Mr. West’s Brethren School Him on his Proper Place
By Roy Griffis
When I was but a lad in Nebraska, one-hit wonders released their epic paean to the seductive joys of finding one’s groove and getting down wid it.
Since our only exposure to the song was courtesy of the blown-out speakers of the AM radio in my Dad’s ’54 Chevy truck, the most we nascent deplorables could make out was the bouncy beat and the repeated admonition “Play that funky music, white boy.”
Talk about words to live by. It wasn’t until I was older (with access to better sound systems) that I began to appreciate the crazy joy in the music. But speaking of crazy and music, we have Kanye West, a fellow with no shortage of confidence and very debatable musical ability.
Zapped by the Trickster Roseanne
Part 4 in the Roseanne Reboot Blog Discussion
By Fred Tribuzzo
In Tim Burton’s Beetlejuice, Otho Fenlock, the New York interior decorator, is caught acting badly and stripped of his hip clothes and arrogant ways and zapped into a leisure suit by Beetlejuice himself. Horror of horrors: the hipster becomes the hayseed. Thanks to Roseanne on ABC, the American left has been zapped by another trickster as funny as Beetlejuice; their screams and gnashing of teeth taking us back to the night of Trump’s victory. The American left has been caught in the middle of main street USA, trying to hide with skinny arms, not their nakedness, but their plaid leisure suit.
Whether it’s a zinger from Roseanne or a sublime factoid of historical reality from Victor Davis Hanson, the elites have been driven from the Garden of Hipness, even though they still control the educational system, Hollywood, and the media. The left is no longer hip.
Roseanne’s Big League Co-Star Brings Ratings Bonanza
Finding a positively-spun conservative character on the boob tube can be as challenging as finding a Blue Dog Democrat
By Mark Ellis
In the film Sideways, when Miles goes into the home of the easy waitress to reclaim Jack’s wallet, he hears muffled noises coming from the bedroom. The unsavory couple from the wrong side of the tracks are having sex on the bed, and their television set is on. Onscreen are Bush and Rumsfeld. In Little Miss Sunshine, while Dwyane and Frank wait in the lobby for the beauty pageant to start, President Bush is on the television. Frank (Steve Carell) switches the set off with a look of perturbation, as if viewing it was just another brick in the wall of their unfulfilled lives. In I, Tonya, in a scene set in the either the disreputable Jeff Gillooly or the deranged Shawn Eckhardt’s paneled basement (I can’t remember which), a Reagan poster is seen, and zoomed in on.
The entertainment landscape is rife with examples like this. This is Hollywood’s relentless message about conservatives: they are the bad people, the low-class people, the evil people that more evolved types must endure and hopefully overcome. Don’t get me wrong — I loved all three of those films…
