Category Archives: Scribbles

Bashing the white Duke Lacrosse players again

The Leftist race hustlers never give up. Shoot down their phony case and, lo and behold, they wait you out and then pop back up to try it from another angle. Or repeat the same one like their news media cronies did with Trayvon Martin, running his baby-faced picture over and over again instead of his gold-grill thug mug. Even after the discrepancy became common knowledge.

Comes now a book dedicated (in the words of ace WaPo crime blogger Radley Balko) to rehabilitating the disbarred and disgraced district attorney who prosecuted the white Duke Lacrosse players for their alleged gang rape of a black female stripper who couldn’t get her story straight. William Cohan’s “The Price of Silence” has gotten the usual hurrahs from the Democrat news media and their Web buds like the Puffington Host. 

While over at Amazon, the readers and potential readers have much longer memories and they’re taking no prisoners. Out of 52 reviews so far, 41 have given it one star, the lowest possible rank. However, I see that only six reviews are from verified purchasers (four liked it, two hated it), and two are Amazon “Vine Voices” meaning they got it free from Amazon (one hated it, the other liked it).

It’s probable that at least a few of the others got the book free from the publisher or the author, or even thumbed through it at a (gasp) book store, but it looks to me like most of the reviewers (most of them negative) are just piling on in the way Amazon political lurkers sometimes do, especially when they haven’t read the book in question. Amazon doesn’t require it in order to write a “review.”

At least one of the verified purchasers, who hated the book, is a blogger who does a fine job of explaining his position. All of which leads me to conclude how refreshing it is to see, once again, that the gatekeepers of old (cBS’s Dan Rather, anyone?) no longer control the gate. Especially when the issue is one more labored assault on white men by the race hustlers.

Via  Fragments From A Writing Desk.

The Miriam Carey murder

So far, only WND, a sometimes discredited Internet news outfit, has had the decency to follow up the murder of a suburban mother. They report that her autopsy—obtained by her family’s lawyer—shows no drugs in her system and note that six months later we’re still waiting for release of the official police investigation.

“Did I mention she was African American? When a black teen dies in a late-night one-on-one encounter with a fellow citizen on the streets of Sanford, Fla., it’s the biggest thing since Selma. But when a defenseless black woman is gunned down by a posse of robocops in broad daylight on the streets of the capital, the Reverend Jackson and the Reverend Sharpton and all the other bouffed and pampered grievance-mongers are apparently cool with it.”

The double standard really is chilling. Not just by the race hustlers but by the so-called free press. I’m beginning to realize that almost none of what was reported when Ms. Carey was murdered six months ago was even close to accurate. Big, old media, which has long worked closely with the cops, took their lies at face value and now, apparently, are too embarrassed to retract what they reported to even continue following the story. For shame.

Via Mouth of The Brazos.

Our minimum wage president

The food stamp president has become our minimum wage president.

Wormtongue sure is big on stopgaps, while still blocking real job makers like the XL Pipeline. And killing more jobs with new health-care regulations.

Course the Associated Press stenographers see complaints about such economic monkey-wrenches as mere “partisan” wrangling. Couldn’t focus on the economy. No, siree. Not when their dear leader doesn’t.

Otherwise all we hear about is gay marriage, blah, blah, blah. And abortion, blah, blah, blah. While unemployment among young black men alone tops 50 percent. Where is Trayvon’s fantasy daddy for them, eh?

Election fraud in Texas

Not that you would have heard much about it unless you read PJMedia and a few other outlets that take investigative journalist James O’Keefe for more than the “provocateur” the NYTimes calls him.

Provocateur means troublemaker. Trouble for the Democrat party.

“The media in Texas have done their dead-level best to ignore both of Project Veritas’ videos as long as they possibly could. When the media here do cover them, they have tended to downplay the videos’ potential significance. The [supposedly non-partisan] Texas Tribune even interviewed a Democrat election lawyer — but not a Republican one — to defend Battleground Texas’ actions seen in the Veritas video. The prevailing media opinion seems to be that, because leftwing outfits have often criticized Project Veritas, every story that it unearths is worthless or worse.”

Well, most of the reporters and editors in those outfits are leftists themselves, educated in leftist journalism mills elsewhere, who only came to Texas for a job. Their interest in the state is minimal. And, instead of competing with each other, most of the time they echo each other.

Instapundit calls them and most of their colleagues elsewhere “Democratic operatives with bylines.”

Via Instapundit.

Hair today, gone tomorrow

Straight into the pages of Cameron Diaz’s new book, apparently. Must be a voluminous tome.

Headline writers are supposed to be immune to these mistakes, what with all their vaunted checkers and backups. Obviously management is skimping on the backups at E!

Via Volokh Conspiracy.

How you know when an autobiography isn’t

“Autobiography is only to be trusted when it reveals something disgraceful. A man who gives a good account of himself is probably lying, since any life when viewed from the inside is simply a series of defeats,”…has to be one of George Orwell’s most brilliant remarks.

It resonates with me and, from what I’ve seen in almost 70 years of living, it applies generally. Certainly to Wormtongue who not only lied in his candy-coated “autobiography” but even lied about having written it. Making it no “auto” biography at all.

But, like his former terrorist mentor Bill Ayers—the recently confessed author of Worm’s scurrilous book—our first black president is a sociopath with no conscience.

Beauty’s Banishment

It’s been a while since I wandered through an art gallery. I think the last time was in Tel Aviv in 2012. Each time I find myself lingering over the classical paintings, the well-crafted human faces and bodies, the breath-taking landscapes.

I never spend much time with the modern abstracts. What’s to see? Most often it’s the wordy description of the artist’s intent that takes the most time. Words? In an art gallery. What’s that about?

What it’s about is the absence of beauty in the modern stuff. Stuff, indeed, most of it pretentious, no-talent junk of mere academic interest. Not just the absence of beauty, the downright banishment of beauty.

Of course I’m not the first to notice this curious retreat from beauty. Or to discover that there is a counter-revolution underway, a subversive assault on the abstract academic blather, meaning and, yes, beauty, well beyond the wordy excuses of fine art’s modern gate-keepers.

Via Instapundit.