Ms Clinton’s emails are like Obama’s birth certificate: something to keep right-wing loons busy.
There’s no evidence that mimicry of the right’s gutter populism will pay off as a tactic for the Democrats. Mr Obama drew people to him emotionally without wallowing in filth.
Who could have guessed this film would cause the twitter outragetariat to go bonkers.
The FSB is creating a new site for Ms Trump.
Today when celebrities advocate for social change they are ridiculed by the professional outragetariat and resentful proles. That’s the main difference between the 1960s and now.
Russia’s main export under Mr Putin is violence.
Few Americans knew who Hamilton was before the musical hit the stage.
It’s all about the Benjamins, though.
In a 1968 interview, Marcel Duchamp told Joan Bakewell that art no longer had the capacity to shock the public. Today shock is imposed on art (and all visual images), from the outside, by the professional outragetariat, thereby reducing sublime and beautiful aesthetic experiences to feelings and emotions and short-circuiting the aestheticization of life.
Dragons over King’s Landing. High Sparrow on fire. Sansa dead. Let the Game begin.
Fanfic: Carrie and Quinn foil a plot to kidnap Hodor.
Voir dire is one of the scariest things one can experience as an American citizen. One would never want to be judged by a jury made up of such peers.
One cheer for gentrification: coffeehouses and grog shops were the springboards of English greatness.
NY Republican Primary: People whose social status has been falling for decades live vicariously through the towering ego of Mr Trump. His campaign is basically following the format of reality TV. He should do well in places like Long Island, Staten Island, Buffalo, and Scores (his old haunt).
The kerfuffle over Academy Award nominations is Christmas Day for the professional outragetariat.
Looked at objectively: this is a matter of multi-millionaires — of various ethnic and national backgrounds — in verbal combat over nominations for a piece of statuary. A golden sex toy for the beautiful people (as per Gervais). The ego trip of the 1% (as per the Occupyistas).
Re political kerfuffle across the pond, viewed from afar:
Not all Marxists are/were Communists. Not all Marxists and Communists are/were Stalinists. There’s a world of difference between the Marxist Orthodoxy, the so-called Scientific Socialism which runs from Kautsky to Althusser, and Western Marxism (sometimes called Cultural Marxism), exemplified by Gramsci, Korsch, and the Frankfurt School. The former remained Stalinist long after the strongman’s death. The latter rejected Stalinism when the man of steel was at the height of his power.
When Mr Corbyn (or was it Mr Milne) embarked on his string of slow-moving purges, I commented: “The assumption of the infallibility of Mr Corbyn and his grassroots cadres is the end of democratic politics and the beginning of organised religion.” The course that Labour has taken during Mr Corbyn’s reign is a return to catechistic Marxism of the Orthodox variety. There can be no compromise with the catechism, even if reality contradicts it. Mssrs Corbyn, McDonnell, and Milne would do well to remember Marx’s reflections on the events in France between 1848-1851 which put the thesis of the Communist Manifesto into doubt.
Men make their own history, but they do not make it as they please; they do not make it under self-selected circumstances, but under circumstances existing already, given and transmitted from the past. The tradition of all dead generations weighs like a nightmare on the brains of the living.
The dead weight of Stalin and Trotsky is the nightmare on the brains of the Corbynard cadres and haunts Mr Corbyn’s philosophical outlook. It is time for both to wake up from the bad dream and face reality squarely as it is, not as it is supposed to be (as per the catechism of the Marxist Orthodoxy).
According to Camille Paglia,
[Taylor] Swift herself should retire that obnoxious Nazi Barbie routine of wheeling out friends and celebrities as performance props …
Like bell hooks (who a few years ago called Beyoncé a “terrorist“), Ms Paglia employs outlandish provocation as a means to stanch flagging books sales and to maintain her honoraria at an elevated level.
Pundit feminism, comprised of 140 character bon mots, is solely concerned with taking down celebrity women. The collateral damage of its mechanically reproduced outrage can be measured in the troubled status of academic feminism.
Mr Trump is a Harlequinade candidate.
The pacifier and glow stick generation has grown up and is making movies.
Japan has had Russian self-esteem in an arm bar since 1905.
Twitter is primarily a platform for the professional outragetariat. Unless, the execs can figure out a way to monetize daily outrage (ala Fox News), the enterprise is doomed from a financial standpoint.
Stephen Harper has become the face of the “ugly Canadian,” surpassing even Justin Bieber.
Big hair, big talk, and big guns. The Panthers were quintessentially American.
The House Republicans are unable to elected a new Speaker of the House. The Republican Party has allowed itself to be overrun by cartoon Christians and cartoon conservatives, whose images have been exquisitely drawn by Fox News’s Looney Tunes version of journalism. Members of the Tea Party Republican House have been playing the Wile E. Coyote role to the POTUS’s Road Runner since 2010: the anvil is always falling on them.
The women depicted in the film Suffragette will be remembered and honoured long after the cookie-cutter objections of the professional outragetariat, who inhabit twitter and Tumblr, have evaporated in the digital ether.
Westboro Baptist Church rejects are protesting a Renoir exhibit.
When did Arizona become Texas-lite?