Monday, August 5, 2024

Republicans Are Weird, And Democrats Are Sick


Man, those Republicans are weirdos, aren’t they? I know this because literally every leftist in the media suddenly discovered the word and burped it up over the last week like it was an original thought that just occurred to them. But it wasn’t. Nor were any orders given or talking points circulated – the hive mind doesn’t need to receive orders; it just knows. One leftist labeled Republicans weird, and everyone ran with it. I have no problem with the label; I’ve been happily “weird” my whole life. What I’m not is a sick SOB, like Democrats are.

A note on the hive mind first. Remember, back in 2000, when then-Governor George W. Bush picked Dick Cheney as his running mate, the leftist media immediately declared the choice was made for one very specific reason. The reason was a very specific word, one they’d not really used before but one they would do on to use repeatedly in the days following the choice; that word was “gravitas.” The great Rush Limbaugh (how much are we missing him now? Nothing has come close to filling that void.) put together this montage of left-wing media figures and outlets repeating that word

Liberals have done the same with the word “weird.”

I’m not sure how weird it is supposed to be an insult. I’ve been considered “weird” my whole life and never really cared when anyone said it. Dressing out of a Salvation Army, buzzing hair everywhere but my bangs, which were down to my chin, listening to music that never stood a chance of charting, no interest in anything popular, etc. Oddballs, and happily so. Hype was repugnant to me and my friends – tell us what “everyone loves” and we’re not interested.

Weird is the opposite of “conforming.” I cannot imagine conforming, especially in politics. Blind loyalty to a party or ideology is death. You’d have to be brain-damaged to knee-jerk obey someone or anything, simply because it’s what other people do. 

But that’s what Democrats do. It’s what progressives have always done. The Nazis didn’t allow for questioning or respecting individuality, the Soviet Union wasn’t known for respecting disagreements, and Democrats continued the traditions of their ideological forefathers. 

I know they like to pretend they “celebrate diversity,” but their idea of diversity is different colors of like-minded drones. Stray from the thought plantation, and they’ll attack you, especially if you happen not to be white. They have a whole industry of people, based on race, to wrangle those who question – think Joy Reid without more testosterone. 

And they cheer them; they cheer racism in the name of conformity and no original thought. That’s beyond weird, it’s sick. 

That’s what Democrats are: sick.

Conformity through harassment is literally the only way they can keep people in line; the only way to get seemingly normal people to agree that a man happily married to a woman and having three kids is “weird,” but pretending a boy is a girl is not. It’s the only way a literal talentless nepo baby with brain damage can accuse a white man married to an Indian woman with bi-racial kids of being a racist who only wants white babies. 

Honestly, how these people live with themselves is truly weird. 

I guess even prostitutes get numb to what they do, but life is better if you don’t allow yourself to slip that far into inhumanity in the first place. 

Yet, inhumanity is where Democrats live. It’s what they are.

It’s difficult to consider people pressuring for genital mutilation as anything other than evil, honestly. I have no idea how a person can watch a man beat a woman in the boxing ring and think that’s not only acceptable but perfectly normal. 

They’re the same people, I guess, who look at a woman who slept her way into politics as a role model. Who sees that same woman with literally zero legislative accomplishments as something to aspire to? Who sees a woman unable to speak coherently, incapable of speaking off the cuff, as something to aspire to? That is what’s weird to me.

I am raising my daughters not to be like Kamala Harris in any respect. At ages 7 and 5, at least, they have no interest in being childless 60-year-olds and can talk and think for themselves, questioning everything. The norms Democrats fight to cultivate and force on people will try to strip them of those characteristics, of their individuality, or dare I say, “their weirdness.” 

But I have confidence and take comfort in knowing they will fail in their attempt to keep people down, to force people to obey and conform. That this is who they are, and really the only way they and their agenda can thrive is, honestly, pretty sick. That anyone would embrace or fall for it is what’s really weird to me. 



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Everything in Moderation — Especially Government Power


One of the most important lessons in life is straightforward: everything in moderation.  If you eat too much, you’ll get fat.  If you drink too much, you’ll lose your wits.  If you play too much, no one will take you seriously.  Temperance is a remarkably sound philosophy for living well.

Living with an eye toward moderation is about more than restraining from vice.  Experience teaches that thoughtless excess undermines otherwise healthy activities.  Reading books without taking the time to consider the meaning of their words can make a person educated but unwise.  Almost everything in life is done best when done with earnest reflection and restraint.

You do not need to read through the correspondence of America’s Founding Fathers to appreciate their preference for moderate government.  Philosophically, of course, they were the radicals of their age.  They rejected the notion that an elite aristocracy should exercise power by divine right and fought a war for the revolutionary principle that “all men are created equal.”  They defended liberty, property rights, and speech as essential elements of what it means to live.  When it came time for them to design a government best equipped to protect these freedoms, however, moderation was the key!

The English Civil War of the previous century weighed heavily upon their minds.  The fall of the Roman Republic two millennia earlier guided their thoughts, too.  They understood the corrupting influences of power, but they also appreciated the carnage that corrupt governments wreak.  Mercurial monarchs and political repression guarantee war and forestall peace. 

The Founding Fathers’ spirit drove them to fight for freedom, but their temperance restrained their actions after achieving victory.  It has been said that General George Washington could easily have made himself king, but he was a man of humility who sought to follow in the footsteps of Cincinnatus — the virtuous Roman statesman who relinquished power and returned to his farm.  Similarly, had the Founding Fathers suffered from the same unchecked passions that seized Robespierre and the Jacobins during the French Revolution, America might have quickly ended in a Reign of Terror of its own.  Instead, the Founders’ commitment to moderate forms of government nurtured civic peace.

Their first attempt at a national charter — the Articles of Confederation — was so moderate, in fact, that it did not last even ten years.  So wary were the Founding Fathers of a strong central government and so concerned were they for the preservation of the states’ sovereign powers and Americans’ inherent rights that they required a second bite at the apple to get the U.S. Constitution right.  

Even then, the whole document is an exercise in slicing and dicing government power into discrete parts.  The Legislative, Executive, and Judicial Branches are coequal entities meant to keep one another in check.  The Constitution restricts Congress’s authority to a short list of enumerated responsibilities, curtails the president’s unilateral decision-making power, and grants the Supreme Court limited jurisdiction over particularized controversies.  The whole document screams, “These are the only things that the federal government is allowed to do.  All other rights and powers belong to the individual states and their citizens.”  Then, just to make sure that future ethically challenged politicians didn’t get any immoderate thoughts of their own, the Founders stamped a Bill of Rights at the end that screams even more loudly, “Future federal government functionaries, you may never, ever do any of these things!  Really, these rights are off-limits and cannot be infringed!”  If only later government stewards had listened.  

Just as moderation in life keeps us balanced, moderation in government keeps passions in check.  Constitutional republics with robust democratic norms do not require a Deep State.  If a citizen is not happy with something the government is doing, there are peaceful avenues for change.  Contacting representatives, voting for new representatives, or running for office are simple ways to alter public policy without having to alter the form of government.  When government agents operate beyond the reach of citizens, however, they damage the essential mechanisms for self-government.  When the only thing that matters is who is in charge, the contest for who controls the reins of government becomes a zero-sum game.  Excessive power leads to immoderate behavior, and immoderate behavior threatens long-term civic peace.  Government instability is the inevitable result.

If the American Republic one day falls, its cause of death could be rightly pinned on a lack of civic moderation.  Corporations posing as political parties divide Americans against each other while doing what’s most lucrative for a small cabal of financial elites.  A detached and unelected government bureaucracy furthers its own insular interests while disregarding the wishes of the public it pretends to serve.  A private central bank manipulates markets, causes unnecessary inflation, and steals from everyone with meager savings.  The Pentagon stations troops all over the country, as if it is more concerned with safeguarding the federal government from citizens than with protecting the country from foreign enemies.  The Department of Homeland Security aids and abets foreign nationals in the commission of immigration crimes that cause widespread harm to American communities.  Dozens of covert agencies spy on the American people without warrants or even the pretense of probable cause.  The Department of Justice and its sister agencies censor, intimidate, and incarcerate any American who objects to the government’s excessively unconstitutional behavior.  This thing we call the federal government is the walking, talking embodiment of immodesty.  

We all got a good look at its immodesty when the Supreme Court broke rank last month and ruled that President Trump has broad immunity from criminal prosecution.  This small expression of dissent from an otherwise ideologically homogenous government blob produced paroxysms of Deep State rage.  Justice Department praetorians quickly condemned the Court for recognizing the president as the person constitutionally vested with executive power.  Senator Chuck Schumer and other legislative flamethrowers immediately set to work on a strategy for neutering both presidential immunity and the Court’s recognition of it.  So much for coequal branches of government, right?  Corporate news media erupted in such fits of schizophrenic paranoia that top-dollar “journalists” claimed presidents could now murder citizens without paying any price.  Strangely enough, none of these hyperventilating nitwits seemed to mind when Barack Obama was using drones to execute Americans without any concern for due process or civil rights.  But that was King Barack, and different standards apply!  

Although the headlines were all about Donald Trump, the Deep State’s fury was about something else.  For over a century, administrative departments and agencies have enjoyed relatively unchecked power.  Although they are either legislative creations or quasi-constitutional outgrowths of the Executive Branch, they operate remarkably independently.  This arrangement makes a mockery of the Constitution’s checks and balances.  

The DOJ’s power exists only to the extent that the president lends constitutionally vested authority to institutions under his control, but the DOJ’s argument to the Court has been that it alone decides what the president can and cannot legally do.  In this way, the DOJ and similarly powerful departments have placed themselves above the Constitution’s three branches of government in a kind of bureaucratic coup d’état.  

By holding that executive power resides in the president alone, the Court directly threatens the illegitimate powers of all those government officials who operate beyond the Constitution’s constraints.  Combined with the Court’s complementary decision to strike down Chevron deference, which gave administrative agencies broad discretion over the implementation of bureaucratic rules and regulations these last four decades, it seems as if a majority of justices are weary of the federal government’s growing intemperance.  

To no one’s surprise, the worst “extremists” all work near D.C.  For any chance at future peace, Americans must force the government back into its constitutional cage.  Without a little moderation, this Union cannot last.



‘White Slaves’ by Roger McGrath

 Historian Roger D. McGrath takes issue with the fundamental argument of The 1619 Project.

 


For many years I taught a U.S. history survey course.

 

One of my lecture topics was American slavery. I made a real effort to put the peculiar institution into historical perspective.

 

I noted that slavery was not something reserved for blacks here in America
but was as old as man himself and recognized no racial bounds. There had been slavery in Asia, slavery in Africa, slavery in Europe, and slavery in the Americas. Yellow man enslaved yellow man, black man enslaved black man, white man enslaved white man, and red man enslaved red man.

 

This shouldn’t have come as a surprise to college students, but, as the years went by, more and more incoming freshmen were surprised to learn that slavery was not uniquely American and not uniquely a black experience. Shortly before I retired from teaching I began running into something more stupefying than sheer historical ignorance:victimology.

 

I encountered black students whose worldview was formed by a sense of victimhood. They were not willing to concede that suffering enslavement was universal. If I were black, I would have been elated to learn that slavery was not something reserved for blacks only—that my race had not been singled out as deserving nothing better.

 

This was certainly the reaction, more often than not, of my black students in my early years of teaching. Today, however, we are reaping the bitter fruit of years of politically correct indoctrination in schools, and blacks are outraged when the enslavement of other peoples is discussed.

 

The outrage deepens when white slaves are mentioned and becomes near hysteria when it is pointed out that whites suffered far more severe forms of slavery than that experienced by blacks in American colonies and the United States.

 

Examples abound, but one of many from ancient Rome should suffice: The average life expectancy for a slave in the Roman mercury mines was nine months. Moreover, most of the slaves put to work in the mines were of Celtic or Germanic stock—as white as one could get. They became slaves as a consequence of Roman wars and therefore cost next to nothing.

 

They worked under brutal conditions and day by day absorbed more and more mercury. They experienced terrible pain, mental confusion, loss of eyesight and hearing, and died as their liver and kidneys failed. No matter. There were thousands upon thousands of conquered folks waiting to replace them.

 

If ancient Rome is too distant, though, examples of white slaves in the New World can be cited. Having grown up with Seumas MacManus’s The Story of the Irish Race, I learned from a young age that tens of thousands of Irish were enslaved and shipped to the West Indies to labor and die on sugar plantations.

 

There have been studies of recent vintage devoted entirely to the subject,  including Sean O’Callaghan’s To Hell or Barbados: The Ethnic Cleansing of Ireland.

 

Such works have caused a near hysterical reaction in academe. Politically correct professors are livid that the topic is even discussed. As one of my teaching assistants, who was a member of the Revolutionary Communist Party, said to another one of my TAs—30 years ago now — 


“There are some facts students just shouldn’t know.”


It is difficult to determine exactly when the first Irish were shipped to the West Indies, but by the mid-1630’s the trade was well underway. There were the Free Willers, who voluntarily sold themselves for a term of indenture, usually seven years.

 

There were also the Redemptioners, who were duped into signing contracts of indenture. Once in the New World, they were sold for cash at auctions. Then, there were the Spiriters, who were kidnapped and, like the Redemptioners, sold at auctions.

 

Many of those kidnapped were children, some as young as eight. One agent bragged he kidnapped and sold an average of 500 children a year (see Robert Louis Stevenson “Kidnapped”) throughout the 1630’s. Another agent said he also averaged hundreds of children annually, and one year sold 850.

 

The death toll for Africans shipped to the New World was high; so too was the death
toll for the Irish. A loss of 20 percent during the voyage was considered normal, a percentage of deaths equal to that suffered by Africans in the infamous Middle Passage.


Typical was a ship carrying planter Thomas Rous and his 350 indentured servants. Every day two or three died and were tossed overboard. By the time the ship arrived in Barbados, 80 of the indentured had died. Most of the ships that carried the Irish were the same ships used in the African slave trade, and the Irish were packed into the holds of the ships in identical fashion to the blacks.

 

Once on the island, death came regularly to the survivors of the voyage. They were forced to work no less than a 12-hour day and fed only cornmeal and potatoes. The tropical sun blistered their white skin, and diseases took a frightful toll.

 

Those who survived their term of indenture were a minority. Moreover, various infractions allowed planters to extend the term of indenture, and for many this meant life. Whipping and branding were common punishments. Maiming was also practiced. When a plot to rebel was revealed in 1648, conspirators were arrested and sentenced to death.

They were hanged and drawn and quartered. Their heads were mounted on pikes, which were placed on the main streets of Bridgetown, the capital of Barbados.

 

Nonetheless, all of this was but a prelude to the trade in human cargo that occurred following Cromwell’s rampage through Ireland, 1649-52. So many Irish soldiers were killed or exiled to continental Europe that the Emerald Isle was left with tens of thousands of widows and fatherless children.

 

This caused England’s ruling council in Ireland to pass one of history’s most cynical orders: That Irishwomen, as being too numerous now—and therefore,
exposed to prostitution—be sold to merchants, and transported to Virginia, New England, or other countries, where they may support themselves by their labour.

 

Cromwell’s soldiers now rode about Ireland rounding up Irish women and children, and some men, as if they were cattle being driven to market. The captives were herded into holding pens and branded with the initials of the ship that was to transport them to the New World.

 

Fetching the highest prices were young women, who were highly prized by the Caribbean planters, who “had only Negresses and Maroon women to solace them.” Estimates of how many women and children were transported and sold vary widely, but 50,000 is a conservative number.

 

No less a figure than physician and attorney Thomas Addis Emmet, a founder of the United Irishmen and a participant in the Rising of 1798, and later the attorney general of the State of New York, put the figure at more than 100,000, following a careful study.

 

After four years the horrific trade in women and girls was stopped but only because, says John Patrick Prendergast in The Cromwellian Settlement of Ireland, “the evil became too shocking and notorious, particularly when these dealers in Irish flesh began to seize the daughters and children of the English themselves, and to force them on board their slave ships.”

 

None of these women or children had signed contracts of indenture. They were simply sold as servants for an indeterminate period of enslavement. In Barbados they went on the auction block. The best looking of the young women were bought as concubines by the wealthy English planters.

 

Occasionally, a planter would formally marry one of the young women. Most of the Irish females were used as servants in the planters’ households, but many labored in the fields alongside men. Others were put to work as prostitutes in brothels, and some, many of them no more than 13 years of age, were forced to breed with black slaves. The mulatto offspring became the property of the planter.

 

In this way a small planter could rapidly increase his slave population without the expense of purchase. Boys could also fetch high prices at auctions when homosexual planters and merchants wanted young playthings. English visitors to the island worried not about the sufferings of the Irish, but that the “slavery corrupts the morals of the master” and turns respectable Englishmen into “the most debauched devils.”

 

By 1660, half or more of the white population of Barbados was made up of indentured Irish. The same was true of St. Lucia, St. Christopher, Jamaica, Antigua, St.  Kitts, Nevis, and Montserrat.

 

 Those indentured servants who were shipped to the American colonies were the lucky ones. For the most part they were freed after their term of indenture, usually four or seven years, although a number saw their indentures extended for minor infractions. Many were worked to death long before their term was up.

 

The planters in Virginia, for example, had a vested interest in keeping a black slave healthy and, as a result, might get 40 years of work out of him. The planter had little similar concern for the Irish, Scot, Welsh, or English servant who would usually be gone at the end of his indenture.

 

Overworked and malnourished, the servant often died young. In his weakened condition, he fell prey to disease. The big killer in the tidewater regions of the South was malaria, which arrived in the New World from Africa carried by the Anopheles mosquito. Anywhere there were large bodies of standing water and warm temperatures the Anopheles mosquito thrived.

 

If it hadn’t been for malaria, black slavery might not have developed in the colonies. Blacks had protection—the sickle cell—from the disease, while whites did not. Otherwise, free whites and white indentured servants would have supplied all the labor needed. By 1700—80 years after the first Africans had arrived—there were only some 6,000 black slaves in Virginia, less than eight percent of the population.

 

Without malaria and other tropical diseases it is unlikely that this percentage would have increased. During his term of indenture the servant was a slave in all but name. He could be bought and sold and punished brutally. Some were beaten to death. Women were often raped. Owners of the servants rarely suffered any kind of penalty for their inhuman treatment of their property.

 

Nonetheless, there was an end date to this bondage, and this has caused an almost hysterical reaction to the use of the term slave when describing indentured servants, especially when discussing Irish in the West Indies.

 

Academics now write articles about the “myth of Irish slavery.” The authors of these articles argue that the Irish entered into servitude voluntarily and signed contracts of indenture. That was true for only a minority of the Irish shipped to the West Indies and clearly not true for the kidnapped women and children. Moreover, it seems to me that the term slave is more accurate than the euphemistic term servant.

 

The owner of such a servant had near-total control over his destiny. If a master could put a servant on the auction block, then he owned not only the servant’s labor but the servant himself. He was chattel.

 

The great English essayist, pamphleteer, and novelist Daniel Defoe, known best for Robinson Crusoe, had it right when he said indentured servants are “more properly called slaves.”

 

 

Stop Freaking Out And Focus On Winning


Could you doomsayers please give us a break? Can you stop panicking like little girls and male-identifying Democrats when they see a spider? Yes, Kamala Harris has capitalized on the relief of the Democrats over trading in that shambling, perverted, zombie-like husk for someone who is merely an idiot who was too dumb to pass the California Bar Exam. That’s progress, well, at least a kind of progress, but it’s enough for their voters to come back in off the sidelines. There were a lot of Biden supporters out there, people who were never going to vote for Trump but who just couldn’t vote for someone who was manifestly senile. Well, Kamala is not manifestly senile; she’s just dumb. But that’s an improvement over Joe Biden, and that’s enough for them. Now they’re back in the game and the head-to-head poll numbers have improved for the Democrats. But Trump hasn’t fallen behind. He’s probably still slightly ahead. So, could you please stop whining about how we Republicans are doomed?

Probably not. Oh no, JD Vance is a disaster! If only we had picked somebody squishier, the Democrats would’ve been nice to him. Oh, Kamala Harris is so exciting and popular! She’s so brat! We can’t ever compete against that! Oh, they’re just going to steal the election anyway! Boo-hoo.

Geez, could you sissies shut up for a minute and stop embarrassing yourselves? We are in a better position than we’ve been in a presidential race in 20 years, and all some people can do is find that cloud behind the silver lining.

There is something within the emotional makeup of Republicans that makes them always assume that disaster lurks right around the corner. Maybe it’s conservatism’s realistic view of the fallen nature of man, as opposed to the Democrats’ bizarre notion of human perfectibility through the power of Marxism, that leads us to dwell in the Eyorean swamps of depression. But this is self-inflicted emotional gaslighting. It has nothing to do with the facts. The key fact is that Trump is doing better now than Trump did in either of his previous campaigns. And while we don’t have the advantage of a regime media actually doing its job – which it did for about 15 minutes when it became undeniable that Joe Biden was demented and it became necessary to crowbar him out of the Oval Office – the fundamentals are still in our favor. We are still in the lead or tied in the battleground states, the economy is tanking, and let’s face it – Kamala Harris is a moron.

Yeah, they’re going to try to bury her in the basement for the next three months. The regime media is obediently ignoring the fact that she refuses to come out and give extemporaneous remarks or answer hard questions, though they’ll never ask any. But normal people see it. Normal people see a lot about her. There are her myriad policy problems. She’s a communist. Until it was disappeared by the Orwellians of the Internet, she had been listed as the most liberal member of the Senate. There are all sorts of devastating video clips of Kamala out there, wanting to take your AR15s by force, border czaring anywhere but at the border, wanting to take your health insurance and for you into socialize medicine with a bunch of illegal aliens, as well as damming us for daring to wish each other Merry Christmas. There’s a lot of great stuff out there, and you can tell the Democrats don’t like it because any time we mention any of it, they call us racist harder than usual. 

Apparently, talking about anything she does or believes is racist. That includes her racial identity du jour, which she seems unable to settle on. Nervous conservative commentators are very upset that Donald Trump pointed out, accurately, that she sometimes presents herself as Indian and sometimes presents herself as black and that she denies that she’s a DEI hire even though she asserts DEI is awesome. Trump, of course, saw how this demonstrates her inauthenticity and drove right in. When he highlights what the Democrats try to hand wave away as “code switching” normal people read it as her being a shameless chameleon, appearing as whatever she needs to appear as for the audience in front of her. This includes adopting a comedy gold southern/black accent that rivals Hillary’s ridiculous “I don’t feel no ways tired” thing.

Some of my conservative friends wish Donald Trump wouldn’t point this out, preferring to focus solely on policy. I guess if we were having a reasoned debate at a debating society – before debating societies got swallowed up by wokeness – that would make sense. But this is an election. It’s not just about facts – which are certainly in our favor – but about emotions. Facts are only part of persuasion and often not the most important part – but hey, what would a trial lawyer know about that?

To win voters, we need to persuade them not merely objectively but subjectively as well. We need to define her so that the voters feel repelled whenever they see her cackling visage appear on their screens. Democrats and the regime media minions are portraying Kamala as exciting, vibrant, and cool, and we have to present the truth that she is not exciting, vibrant, or cool. And you don’t undermine somebody’s image as the hot new thing solely by droning on about tax policy. You slam them for being terrible, and pointing out their terrible policies support that effort. Objective policy arguments are not a substitute for subjectively defining her as a dangerous pinko clown.

And that’s what Trump is doing – defining her as a shifty half-wit commie. That kind of definition is what Trump does. And Kamala knows she’s vulnerable, which is why she’s hiding. She’s a terrible person. She’s an idiot – I want to emphasize that she failed the California Bar Exam, another thing I’m not supposed to talk about because it has nothing to do with policy. But I’m going to because it shows she’s dumb. And her racial shenanigans show that she’s inauthentic. You know, Trump does not need to talk about her inability to be authentic all the time, but after eight years, perhaps we ought to credit Donald Trump with knowing a little something about how to communicate a message. While it may scandalize the National Review crew that Donald Trump is making fun of her inability to be honest about her ethnicity, normal people see what she’s doing, and they find her repellent and manipulative. It’s not because she’s biracial. It’s because she’s a phony.

Regardless, we need to accept the fact that we are not losing, though we can lose. The fact is this was always going to be a hard fight. America is a 50-50 country, and unfortunately, 50% of Americans are freaking idiots. And the freaking idiots have chosen one of their own – without voting on it, but that’s the Democrats’ problem – as their standard bearer. This race is going to be a matter of points regardless. Victory is not assured – it never was. If you get your name on the ballot for one of the two major parties, you have a chance to win. Donald Trump was supposed to lose in 2016 something like nine times out of ten. But you know what happens one time out of ten? The underdog wins. Kamala Harris can certainly win this election, and she absolutely will win this election if we sit around demoralizing ourselves because it’s going to be hard. Yeah, it’s going to be hard. Do you know what other things are hard? All the things worth doing are hard. If they were not hard, everyone would do them all the time.

No one will just give us this election. We have to go take it. Trump’s 2024 campaign has been the most professional and effective of his three. Its advertising attacking her border failures has been deadly, and they have a lot more policy ammunition to expand. They managed to gather enough money to do it, even though the Democrats thought we were going to be impoverished. Yes, Donald Trump is not exercising what some would call “message discipline” and focusing solely on policy. But you know what? Donald Trump doesn’t have “message discipline.” Donald Trump has gut instincts. And most of the time, his instincts are right. 

We are more likely than not going to win this, but we will lose this by being depressed. We will lose this by being black-pilled. We will lose this by failing to work. If you’re not writing checks, dialing the phone, or being out there urging people to vote, you are helping us lose; get it together to bring it in for the Big Win. Stop with the pessimism. I don’t want to hear a damn thing about “Oh well, they’re just going to steal it anyway.” They’re not going to just steal it anyway;  you’re going to let them steal it by sitting this election out. We need to work hard and win beyond the margin of fraud. So, stop moaning and start campaigning.



Call It a Comeback: The Inside Story of Elvis Presley’s Iconic 1968 Special

 Much too involved for Daily Humour...

Darlene Love, director Steve Binder, and a pair of Elvis-ologists on Elvis’s comeback special, which ushered in a fruitful new era for the King 50 years ago—shortly before everything came crashing down around him.

Elvis Presley reportedly got more than a little shook up while recording his iconic 1968 TV special, the show that marked his triumphant return to music after years of increasingly iffy films. According to Steve Binder, who directed that landmark television event, the evidence was there when the King came backstage after filming—and costume designer Bill Belew, while drying the star’s perspiration-soaked outfit, discovered that Presley had orgasmed into his black leather pants.

“I learned a great lesson,” Binder said in an interview. “Never again after that did I ever have only one costume for the star; I always ordered two or three.”

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Binder will provide less salacious, but no less illuminating, behind-the-scenes details about the making of Elvis, the singer’s so-called “Comeback Special,” in a newly filmed conversation with Priscilla Presley—part of Fathom Events’ 50th anniversary presentation of the special, in theaters August 20. He has also written a definitive book about the event, Comeback ’68: The Story of the Elvis Special, which will be available in September.

Elvis looms large in the singer’s legend. The live-wire special is featured prominently in two 2018 documentaries, Eugene Jarecki’s The King (now in theaters) and Thom Zimny’s The Searcher (on HBO). It capped a decade in which Elvis could mostly be seen only in the movies, and, increasingly, not very good movies at that. Taped in June and broadcast on December 3, 1968, it was his first television appearance since 1960, when he guest-starred on Frank Sinatra’s Welcome Home Party for Elvis. At the time, he hadn’t performed in front of a live audience in seven years.

But Presley and Binder’s creative team delivered. Binder, a self-professed “West Coast guy into surf music,” finished the special feeling in awe of Presley. “For me, the ‘68 special is seeing a man re-discover himself,” Binder said. “I saw it on his face and in his body language as we progressed.”

Susan Doll, author of Elvis for Dummies, agreed. “I think it’s the peak of his career,” she said.

Col. Tom Parker, Presley’s infamously controlling manager, had promised NBC a one-hour special if the network financed Presley’s next film—Change of Habit, Presley’s screen swan song, released in 1969. He never told Presley about the deal, with good reason: “Elvis didn’t want to do television,” Binder said. “He felt he had been burned by it.” Even Steve Allen, the talk-show host hip enough to give Lenny Bruce a shot on prime time, forced cheese on Presley, putting him in a tuxedo to sing “Hound Dog” to an actual hound dog.

Presley’s reputation wasn’t helped by the culture surrounding him. In a turbulent year that witnessed rioting in the streets during the Democratic National Convention in Chicago and the assassinations of Martin Luther King Jr. and Robert Kennedy, Elvis had begun to seem over the hill at the age of 33. That year’s cutting-edge cinema, like Monterey Pop, Wild in the Streets, and Brian De Palma’s Greetings, reflected the new, rebellious youth culture; Elvis’s movies in 1968 were the innocuous, old-fashioned Stay Away Joe, Speedway, and Live a Little, Love a Little. Even worse, he hadn’t had a top 10 hit since “Crying in the Chapel” in 1965.

In their first meeting, Presley asked Binder—director of the landmark rock-concert movie The T.A.M.I. Show as well as acclaimed variety specials starring Leslie Uggams and Petula Clark—to assess the state of Presley’s own career. Binder replied, “In the toilet.”

That’s a little harsh, according to Doll—though she agreed that musically, The King had become largely irrelevant in the late 60s. Instead, his fame lay in other media: “He was one of the highest paid actors in Hollywood. . . . His films made money. In that regard, it’s not like he had been forgotten.”

Still, Presley, appreciated Binder’s honesty—and that forged a bond of trust. “From that first meeting, I knew he was champing at the bit to prove himself again,” Binder said. “Elvis asked me, ‘What happens if I bomb?’ I said, ‘Elvis, you’ll still be remembered for your movies and all your early hit records. . . . If it’s successful, every door that was closed to you will reopen.’ Which is exactly what happened.”

Parker envisioned Presley’s comeback program as a Christmas special. Binder, however, wanted to leave that material to Andy Williams or Perry Como. He suspected that by making creative demands, Parker was merely trying to exert his influence over Presley—especially in front of those who would challenge his power. “He knew he had the goods. He had Elvis Presley, which nobody else had,” Binder said.

But Binder still managed to win the singer over. When Parker called a meeting to insist that the special contain at least one Christmas song, for example, Presley sided with his manager to his face—but once outside his office, he jabbed Binder in his ribs and said, “Fuck him.” And ultimately, Binder did not film any holiday material—though Elvis did perform “Blue Christmas”during one of his acoustic sessions.

Elvis eschews the traditional variety-special format. There are no guest stars, no comedy sketches. It’s all about the music and reminding audiences what excited them about Presley in the first place. It helped that while filming Presley was tanned and fit, fresh from a Hawaiian vacation. “I never put anybody I worked with on a pedestal,” Binder said. Yet the first time he met Presley, “I was awed, first of all, by the way he looked. If he was not famous, you would still stop and stare. As a director, you’re looking to see which is the good side, the bad side. Elvis was perfect from every angle. It was like a god walking in.”

The special comprises four production numbers that evoked Presley’s country-western, rhythm and blues, and gospel roots. Darlene Love, singing backup with the Blossoms on a rousing gospel medley, bonded with Presley over their mutual lifelong immersion in gospel music; the special’s star frequently went missing on set in order to sing favorite church hymns with Love and the Blossoms. When that drew grumbles, Love said in an interview, she had a response ready: “Hey, it’s not our fault; Elvis said he wanted to sing, so we sang.”

The meat of Elvis is its raw and intimate sessions in front of a rapturous audience. In the improvised so-called “Sit Down” sessions, he jokes, reminisces, and plays the hell out of his 50s hits, accompanied by his original guitarist and drummer, Scotty Moore and D. J. Fontana, as well as friends Alan Fortas, Charlie Hodge, and Lance LeGault. In the “Stand Up” sessions, in which he is accompanied by an offstage orchestra and singers, he is, at times, photographed from above, giving the appearance of a boxer in the ring.

But arguably, Elvis saves the best for last: “If I Can Dream,” a plea for peace and understanding, which was written in response to Robert Kennedy’s assassination. Binder, Presley, and the creative team had watched coverage of the shooting on television; the singer was badly shaken, Binder recalled. Martin Luther King Jr. had been shot just two months before in Memphis, Presley’s hometown. Binder wanted a musical statement based on their conversations about the assassinations and the discord gripping the country, and charged songwriter Walter Earl Brown to “write the greatest song you’ve ever written to put at the end of the show,” he said. “If you want to know Elvis’s thoughts and philosophy, Earl Brown nailed it in the lyrics.”

Elvis was a huge success when it aired in December, attracting 42 percent of the television-viewing audience and ending 1968 as NBC’s highest-rated show of the year. “If I Can Dream” made it into Billboard’s top 15, and the soundtrack entered the top 10 and was certified platinum.

Thus began a brief but shining Elvisaissance. After his comeback special, he recorded one of his very best albums, From Elvis in Memphis, which yielded the No. 3 hit “In the Ghetto.” He recorded his last No. 1 single, “Suspicious Minds.” He began his residency at the Las Vegas International Hilton, with Binder in the audience for his very first show. “I thought he was fantastic,” he said. “I sat in the back of the room and saw him having as much fun, if not more, than when he did our special. . . . Then I went to see him a few years later . . . I knew instantly it was all over.”

“The Comeback special makes the turn into the last phase of this career,” Doll agreed. “It is the beginning of what people call Vegas Elvis. Everyone associates Vegas Elvis with the gaudy jumpsuits and being overweight and sweaty. . . . That’s not true. It was the 1973 television special, Aloha from Hawaii,” that appeared to be the start of his physical and creative decline. Doll blames this in large part on his unhappiness at the dissolution of his marriage to Priscilla, whom he had wed in 1967. The marriage officially ended in October 1973, after the acceleration of his prescription-drug use (amphetamines, barbiturates, and tranquilizers).

Binder witnessed Elvis’s resurgence and decline firsthand. On what would be the last night he would ever speak with the star, Binder invited him to a pizza and beer party at Bill Belew’s apartment. Presley, emboldened and invigorated by his work on the special, announced to Binder that he would no longer sing a song or accept a script that he did not believe in. He then gave Binder a piece of paper with a number on it, and told him it was the only way he would be able to reach Presley. When Binder eventually called, a voice told him he had the wrong number. Binder blames his battles with Parker over the content of the special for making him persona non grata in Presley’s life.

Elvis’s fall after his regained glory is a teachable moment, suggested The King director Eugene Jarecki, who spoke with Presley’s spiritual guru, Larry Geller, about Presley’s comeback and his failure to ultimately keep his life on track. “Geller said at a certain point, Elvis knew that there was no good ending to this story unless he had a major change, and he had a major change in mind,” Jarecki said. “He said they were going to move to Hawaii and live a clean life . . . and then he would come back in a blaze of glory and do something meaningful. I asked him what happened, and he said [Presley] kept putting it off. The lesson of that, Geller said: ‘When you know what’s wrong with your life and what you need to do to fix it, don’t wait.’”

Presley died of cardiac arrhythmia in 1977; Elvis, however, lives. Darlene Love, for one, is carrying on the special’s legacy. She performs its gospel medley in her own shows, as well as “If I Can Dream.” Presley himself never again performed the song live, following the special, she said. “I sang it in Germany last year, and I had to do three encores of the song. It’s not easy to sing, especially for a lady. . . . The words in the song are so heavy; that song could be written for today. . . . Elvis did another song in his shows that I’m stealing, ‘You Gave Me a Mountain.’ I’m bringing that back, too.”


Before He Was King















Elvis performing live on the Dorsey Brothers’ Stage Show at a CBS studio in New York, 1956.