Here are some odds and ends and whatnot, no big deal.
Journos hate the Washington Free Beacon, because they don’t like being reported about the same way they report about everybody else:
Here’s the missive in question:
If I encouraged people to harass public officials, I’d get kicked off Twitter. But then, I’m not a journalist for the New York Times. The rules don’t apply to our betters.
It’s probably just a coincidence that within hours of Elon Musk declaring he’s now a Republican…
…the journos started accusing him of sexual harassment.
Maybe it’s true. I don’t know. But why is the story coming out now?
Apparently I’m supposed to have an opinion about Madison Cawthorn?
I freaking love science!
I am imagining the compliance. I’m also imagining how the libs would sneer if it were Alex Jones saying this instead of some pharma exec onstage at Davos.
Today’s QAnon crank $#!+ is tomorrow’s reality.
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Nina Jankowicz is still whining:
Jankowicz wasn’t brought down by a disinformation campaign. It was an information campaign. Her reaction to the collapse of her moronic “Disinformation Governance Board” just proves that she was the worst possible candidate to run it.
Congratulations to Ben Domenech, who was sued over a joke tweet and won.
Humor is not a crime.
Yet.
Earlier this week Netflix laid off 150 staffers, including the people behind Netflix’s “diversity” social media accounts like @strongblacklead, @contodonetflix, and @Most. Netflix got woke, and now they’re trying not to go broke.
That means whoever came up with this immortal nugget of prose is now out of a job:
Lesbian objects. Lesbian pizza.
Is Julia Roberts gay? Did I miss that announcement somehow? Or had this kid just watched Mystic Pizza and got all horny for Julia Roberts? Either way, this is genius.
I’ve been a harsh critic of Netflix, but I’m genuinely sad that the anonymous Netflixer who got paid to come up with “lesbian objects” is now unemployed. Those execs will throw hundreds of millions of dollars at any mediocre script Ryan Reynolds doesn’t hate, but they’ve just fired the true artists in their midst.
And here’s another piece of bad Netflix news:
If you’re worried that your baby is a racist, you won’t be getting any help from Netflix!
Watched the first episode of Night Sky on Amazon Prime, and it’s an odd, lovely little show. Sissy Spacek and J.K. Simmons play an older couple in a small Illinois town who’ve been married for 50 years and are dealing with the indignities of age. She took a nasty fall recently and needs help getting around, and he’s starting to forget stuff and is an exasperating nuisance in a grocery checkout line. But they’ve still got each other. And they’re played by Sissy Spacek and J.K. Simmons, so I’d watch them sitting around for an hour silently reading the phone book.
Oh, and they’ve got some sort of teleportation portal hidden in their garden shed that sends them to an observation outpost on a distant planet or moon, clearly built by an alien civilization, where they like to go sometimes and just hang out.
Yeah. It’s that kinda show.
So far, the toughest part to accept is Simmons playing an old guy. He’s obviously no spring chicken, but he was a credible action dude on Counterpart just a couple of years ago.1 Hell, he went shirtless on Goliath just last year, showing off his shredded physique. He’s really keeping it together for a man of 67. So it’s jarring to watch him shuffle around like an old coot.2
There are eight episodes, all available now, and I want to see what happens next. At this point I’m mildly dreading yet another J.J. Abrams-style “mystery box” show, and I assume by the end of the first season we still won’t know what the hell is going on. But Simmons & Spacek are terrific as always.
Oh yeah, and it also stars Adam Bartley, AKA Ferg from Longmire. Ferg!
Happy Friday, and thanks for reading. Please subscribe for $5/month or $50/year. It’s the only way I can make a living at this.
Two action leads, actually!
Nothing against old coots. Some of my favorite people are old coots!
"Some of my favorite people are old coots!" So now I qualify as one of your favorite people?
Ohhhh... SOME of your favorite people. I get it. No big deal.
I'll just be over here watching old episodes of "Hey, Landlord!"
Gotta wonder, what would be the toppings on a lesbian pizza? Anchovies? Cherry tomatoes? No white sauce...