“For the life of me, I don’t know why we have stigmatized vocational education,” Marco Rubio said in this week’s Republican presidential debate. “Welders make more money than philosophers. We need more welders and less philosophers.” Read my column @ the American Spectator on how we may indeed need greater numbers of welders we really need more welders who read philosophy.
Grounded denizens of Space City rejected the spaced-out Houston Equal Rights Ordinance (HERO) on Tuesday by a 61-39 percentage margin. Immediately talk commenced among the rule-or-ruin losers of stripping the Super Bowl from NRG Stadium and shopping for a judge to issue a better verdict than the one handed down by the voters. The New York Times writes that transgenders “should take comfort in knowing that history will not be kind to the haters who won on Tuesday.” But, as my column @ the American Spectator notes, history--the recorded past rather than the imagined future--casts a "no" vote from the grave (provided no third "WTF" option) on the measure permitting males into the ladies' room.
The National Portrait Gallery strangely displays Margaret Sanger's bust in an exhibit on civil rights. Portraits often tell us as much about artist as subject. Sanger spoke at a Ku Klux Klan event, singled out Jews and Italians for causing “the multiplication of the unfit in this country,” and called “the Aboriginal Australian” the “lowest known species of the human family, just a step higher than the chimpanzee in brain development.” Read my article @ the American Spectator on the tax-funded non sequitor that displays a bronze of a woman who wished to establish massive concentration camps in the United States alongside Martin Luther King and Rosa Parks.
The Sexual Revolution called another Robespierre to the guillotine this week. Hugh Hefner decided to put clothes on his playmates. Playboy sprinted from lewd to quaint in less than a lifetime. Its decline from saturation rather than suppression speaks to the degree to which the sybarites stomped the prudes in the Sexual Revolution. Read my column @ the American Spectator on how a glut, especially of slut, cheapens.
America gawked this week at a beer-toting UConn student berating and shoving a campus food court manager for refusing his order of "f---ing bacon-jalapeno mac-and-cheese.” His arrogance and entitlement horrified many. His gustatory enthusiasms offended me. You eat macaroni and cheese in kindergarten. You drink in public on skid row. Luke Gatti and his late-night snack both combine an adolescent’s entitlement with an adult’s excess. Read my column @ the American Spectator on how the meal sums up the man-child.
"The Democrat Party, of course, is the party of the KKK, of Jim Crow laws, and, perhaps just as bad right now, of servitude," Dr. Ben Carson recently proclaimed on the campaign trail. From the Democratic National Convention voting not to repudiate the KKK in 1924 to FDR nominating a Klansman to the U.S. Supreme Court 1937 to the Senate Democrats electing an Exalted Cyclops as their leader in the 1970s and '80s, the history of the party affirms Carson's observation. Read my column @ the American Spectator on how the party of George Wallace, Jefferson Davis, and Theodore Bilbo remains obsessed with race.
Two women recently launched a “#shoutyourabortion” Twitter campaign. The abortions, at a decided disadvantage in the debate, could offer no rebuttal. The hashtag campaign works as a symbol of human psychology. Numbers and volume, not facts and reason, work to persuade. Read my column @ the American Spectator on how it’s no longer enough to let your freak flag fly—you must force your neighbor to wave the banner, too.
America is on the verge of its greatest century, blah, blah, blah, how we can fix a broken Washington, blah, blah, blah, I’m ready to lead, blah, blah, blah, the United States is not to be trifled with, blah, blah, blah, the political establishment in Washington, D.C. in both political parties is completely out of touch, blah, blah, blah, we'll reignite the promise of America, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah. Read my column @ the American Spectator on how the Wednesday's Republican presidential debate appeared less Lincoln v. Douglas and more Snooki v. Angelina, Omarosa v. Ereka, or Puck v. Pedro.
Scientists allegedly found remains from a previously unknown branch of the human family in a dark South African cave. In the daylight of Central New England I regularly glimpse offshoot homo sapiens while walking through the city. The South African scientists call their find homo naledi. I call mine schlomo sapiens. Read my column @ the American Spectator to learn about this new branch of the human family tree.
Tom Brady’s a winner. You can glean that from that last-minute look on the face of cornerback Richard Sherman or by reading the scorching rebuke of the NFL by Judge Richard Berman. But you mainly understand this merely by watching—and not necessarily on fall Sundays—Tom Brady. But the jaundiced perspective of 2015 America senses that people marry supermodel brides, live in mansions, and bedizen their fingers with Super Bowl rings by cheating. Read my article @ the American Spectator that posits that once “congratulations” yields to “no fair” you know that losing is winning.