Ghoulish doctors exhumed the body of Jovan Belcher on Friday to examine his rotting and bullet-busted brain. If they find tau deposits in his brain, will it mean that Belcher is any less responsible for murdering his girlfriend and himself? The doctors performing the controversial, headline-grabbing autopsy won't reveal their identities. Read my piece @ Breitbart Sports on the latest rationalization for why the Kansas City Chiefs linebacker killed his daughter's mom.
Translator for the deaf Thamsanqa Jantjie, standing next to the president of the United States at Mandela's memorial service, treated the international audience to a series chopping gestures and finger flicks. What did it all mean? Read my article @ the American Spectator that wonders why people who regard every artistic or legal interpretation as equally valid condemn Jantjie's interpretation for the hearing impaired as egregiously wrong.
JT the Brick is the best sports radio host in America. I listened for years before taking children to school in the morning made listening to radio late at night a rarity. So, "The War on Football" providing the opportunity to talk with JT on the air has been an unexpected thrill. I appeared on the program last night to discuss my "Unintended Gronksequences" piece. Listen here to our discussion.
The coldest temperature ever recorded on this planet occured this summer in Antarctica. The inconvenient mercury hit 135.8 below zero on the fahrenheit scale, which registers about seven degrees colder than the previous record. That's the kind of temperature reading that gives proponents of global warming the chills. Waleed Abdalati, the former chief scientist at NASA, insists that the record cold doesn't contradict dire predictions of record heat. "It does speak to the range of conditions on this Earth, some of which we haven't been able to observe," he told the Associated Press. Gratefully, I post this by the fireplace.
New England Patriots tight end Rob Gronkowski's season-ending MCL and ACL tears on a low hit by Browns safety T.J. Ward evokes the law of unintended consequences. NFL concussions are down. ACL injuries are up. Read my article @ Breitbart Sports on how the contrasting trajectories may be connected rather than coincidental.
Pot never appealed to me because it appealed to people who appeared passive, listless, and weak. The alcoholics I have known seemed everything but. It turns out that my prejudice wasn't groundless. "George, the first thing you need to do is stop smoking pot," Dr. Anthony Youn reports telling a patient. "Marijuana could be causing your man boobs." Studies suggest a connection between smoking dope and low testosterone-high estrogen levels. Although Dr. Youn concedes the science isn't crystal clear that dudes who own bongs also own man bras, he suggests that there is a probable relationship. As more states legalize pot, I'd like to see the surgeon general intervene with a warning. But because so many drug users can't or don't read, I'd like to see the warning as a symbol--like you'd see on a public bathroom or on a road sign--denoting man boobs. I'm not exactly sure what this warning would look like--please share your vision in the comments section--but I know the failure to warn rising generations of stoners will result in another generation incapable of generating because of their hermaphroditic qualities. "When the ratio between testosterone and estrogen tips in favor of estrogen," Youn explains, "the body responds by creating excessive breast tissue. Hence, man boobs."
Nelson Mandela, one of the last of the twentieth century's towering figures, has passed away in South Africa at 95. Like Vaclav Havel, we remember Mandela more from his time in prison than his time as president. When Nelson Mandela was in prison, he hit #1--or at least an offshoot of The Specials did in New Zealand with "Free Nelson Mandela." It's not as good a song, though more upbeat and festive, than Peter Gabriel's "Biko." If you want to know why rock stars sang songs about Nelson Mandela and not Aleksander Solzhenitsyn, their contrasting facial expressions go part of the way in explaining their contrasting popularity in the pop world. When you don't have much to smile about, smile and you'll have something to smile about.
Eighty years ago today, progressives woke up groggy after their fourteen-year bender in state-imposed sobriety. They had forgotten the cloudy night before, and the 5,065 nights before that. In the throes of a throbbing political hangover, they blamed the disaster on everybody but themselves. Read my article @ the American Spectator on the orphan reform of progressive parentage--and don't forget to drink to Utah at 5:32 p.m. Eastern time.
Peggy Noonan has a worthwhile piece at the Wall Street Journal making a by-now obvious point: the president is a talker, not a doer. She writes, "From what I have seen the administration is full of young people who've seen the movie but not read the book.... It's as if history isn't real to them. They run around tweeting, all of them, even those in substantial positions. 'Darfur government inadequate. Genocide unacceptable.' They share their feelings--that happens to be one of the things they seem to think is real, what they feel. 'Unjust treatment of women--scourge that hurts my heart.' This is the dialogue to the movies in their heads." If you are a reader, particularly if you've read A Conservative History of the American Left, you've seen the Obama movie before, and remakes are never as good as the original. "Commentators like to decry low-information voters--the stupid are picking our leaders," Noonan concludes. "I think the real problem is low-information leaders." Isn't there a bit of a blank out here? Does not the former phenomenon inevitably lead to the latter?
C-SPAN's Book TV aired my talk (watch it here) on The War on Football: Saving America's Game this weekend. Accuracy in Academia sponsored the lecture, which was held at the Heritage Foundation about a month ago.
Do you have a dad, brother, or husband who loves football? My new book The War on Football: Saving America's Game (buy it here) makes for an excellent Christmas gift. It's an easy read packed with gridiron stories. It doesn't defend the beleaguered game; the book celebrates it. The Wall Street Journal offered that Flynn "backs up his thesis with statistics and the kind of careful analysis that makes you wonder why the NFL's lawyers, during the class-action trial over the supposed effects of on-field concussions, didn't just call him as an expert witness and rest their case." I rest my case. Go buy my book (the link to Amazon is on the right) for someone you love.
On Black Friday, Walmart wants its stores packed like a mosh pit. Tomorrow--surely it will be a Black Saturday at the White House if the revamped health care website hiccups--the president wants a manageable, mild, modest number of Americans to visit healthcare.gov. In this, and a thousand other ways, the private and public sectors differ. Read my piece @ the American Spectator on why you should be glad Jeff Bezos and not Barack Obama delivers your presents this Christmas.
In my seven years as a vendor at Fenway Park, I experienced one incident in which a fan successfully absconded with a coke from my tray. I heard of another vendor getting caught sneaking hot dogs and buns into the stadium to sell at full cost and in effect steal from the commissary. But I had never heard of a fan full-on robbing a vendor, who can be carrying around hundreds of dollars, along with edible delights, at any given time. Last night, a fan allegedly robbed a beer vendor at FedEx Field outside of Washington, DC. He supposedly showed a taser and ran off with the vendor's money. Why didn't he take the beer, too?
I didn't take my eyes off the television screen last night. Even when the Broncos led 24-0 entering the third quarter, I stayed glued. Bill Belichick coaches the New England Patriots. They play sixty minutes of football. Anything can happen when you don't quit. As the game against the New Orleans Saints proved earlier this season, you get burnt as a fan when you quit on a team that doesn't. Last night may have been the most amazing win of the Brady-Belichick era. Okay. Beating Oakland in the snow may have been better. But what else? Across America, people went to sleep believing the Broncos had stomped the Patriots. The ones who stayed up questioned Belichick's sanity for taking the wind to start overtime. Tom Brady boasts a 10-4 record against Peyton Manning. He's won three Super Bowls to Manning's one. Outside in the elements, Manning posted a pedestrian 150 yards to Brady's 344. Manning may be the MVP. But I'd rather have calm, cool, and collected Brady.
Dr. Bennet Omalu and Dr. Julian Bailes were all over television screens this past month on PBS' "League of Denial" and touting their own alleged test for chronic traumatic encephalopathy (CTE) in the living. But they don't seem very eager to talk to me after I revealed that West Virginia government documents indicate that they own the company marketing the tests that they vouch for. Read my latest investigative report @ Breitbart Sports.