No; but seriously, now...


One's got to love the extent of the convoluted contortions the MSM and their social media affiliates will go to, to explain away what Joker is all about. The truth of the matter is they don't know what to make of it.

Case in point:

I quote:

"An alienated directionless minority," huh?!

Next, they'll be calling them "basket of deplorables."

Very obviously, Sam Adams has been struggling with this movie, as this is the second piece he laboriously writes about it. And, well, the strain of the cognitive dissonance is showing.

Deep down, I think the critics know that we know that they know that we know that they know better than that.

Do you really need a "key to understanding" the mass riots in Joker?  Do you really feel one is needed?

Try the 1992 Los Angeles riots.

Remember Rodney King?

Or what about the Yellow Vests?

No wonder police forces, all over the world, including (and maybe especially) in the USA, are being militarized. Though, there has not been much rioting on this side of the Atlantic since Rodney King.

The only people marching, nowadays, are the duly establishment-sanctified demonstrators of the bourgeoisie with a pussy-hat on their head.

I guess, the joke is on them.

But sometimes critics forget to lie. Michael Moore perhaps said it best:

Which is maybe a long-winded way of saying what, some 50 years ago, JFK said perhaps even better:

I agree Michael Moore: Joker is a masterpiece. And, imho, most certainly the most grownup DC (and Marvel) universe film, ever. The movie delivers everything that the much extolled Dark Knight was aiming for but quite never achieved.

Truth is, sometimes people grow tired of putting on a happy face...

It is a wonder, actually, considering what most people endure through life on a daily basis, that most of humanity has not become quite mad already—as perhaps it already has.

But never mind what Michael Moore thinks (regardless of how relevant it may or may not happen to be), never mind JFK. One doesn't need a "key" to understand Todd Phillips's film. Joker is a movie one ought to see for oneself and come out of it with one's own personal feelings about it. This is how art works. And this movie is definitely Art.

As Eugene Ionesco once put it:

"People regard politics as the only entertainment that permit us to live. In reality, one dies of politics. Politics are dead. The ideologies and philosophers are dead from which politics pretend to have originated. (...) As a reservoir of the collective unconscious, as a spontaneous or calculated expression inspired by the universal community, as prophetic language, art reveals man to himself.

If politics often lie, art cannot lie. The artist cannot lie because his creations are imaginary and imagination unmasks human significance.

But that is something that no politically correct minded reviewer looking for "keys" or reductionists talking points will understand, because, by definition, such people are politically minded, which is the reason why political correctness is at the antipodes of the spontaneity and sincerity of art.


Which One Doesn't Belong?


This is Which One Doesn't Belong?, a website dedicated to providing thought-provoking puzzles for children and grown ups alike. There are no answers provided as there are many different, correct ways of choosing which one doesn't belong.

Birds of a feather...



The poetry of F. G. Sanford

Damn, here is what is rather bluntly put and straight to the point, wouldn't you say, Count?

It doesn't have any of the whimsical allusive poetic tongue of a F. G. Sanford, but it does carry some wallop.

- Are you familiar with F. G. Sanford, Count?

- . . .

- Well, neither I am.

He's one commenter whose entry I just so happened to stumble upon while reading some of the comments about The Pseudo Debate Over Jeffrey Epstein’s Suicide, which has been all the vogue of late in the presstitude and amongst the servile mass media stenographers, who, quite unconvincingly, pass themselves off as the fourth estate nowadays.

Details that shock still emerge. Intelligence assets converge.
There are hints of foul play that just won’t go away,
And conspiracy theories resurge!

Just ignore all Jack Ruby’s connections. Those stories are merely deflections.
Tricky Dick payed him well, when he threatened to tell,
Jack claimed he got cancer injections!

They needed a secret backwater. A place to hide Joe Stalin’s daughter.
The family estate of Ruth Paine worked out great,
But that link didn’t seem to hold water!

Allen Dulles had many a tryst. Another Paine topped off his list.
But don’t dig too deep in a Nietzschean leap,
Such theories are rightly dismissed!

Don’t bother connecting the dots. You’ll have yourself tied up in knots.
The string that you’d need would be quite long indeed,
The guilty are covered with spots!

The evidence gets a sequester. They’ve got pictures of every molester.
That safe that they cracked in New York was just packed,
Now it’s classified where it will fester!

The case will not likely be solved. That’s because of the big-shots involved.
Fools will x-ray the ground for what’s already found,
The cement truck diversion resolved.

They’ll never release any files. They are classified pending denials.
Dershowitz is relieved and Prince Andrew reprieved,
Cash payouts will stifle the trials!

Folks won’t look at what’s right in their faces. It works just the same in all cases.
Ghislaine like Ruth Pain will get legerdemain,
All the good stuff will stay in safe places!

They covered up Epstein for years. Never mind all the tragic young tears.
So now in a pinch, you think they might flinch,
And endanger those stellar careers?

The Iran-Contra fixer is clever. He’s certain to pull every lever.
All the classified dirt is a cinch to subvert,
They’ll just keep it a secret forever!

It’s been fifty six years since the coup. But the truth never seems to pull through.
With each turn of the screw, magic bullets accrue,
And Americans can’t find a clue!

— F. G. Sanford
August 20, 2019

Truly inspired, if you ask me. Poetry and critical thinking combined!

But then again poetry and critical thinking, perhaps, have become somewhat out-of-style in this era of nitwittery.

Subtlety is lost on some people.


In Nomine

So, as I said, D bursts in the room, as I am sipping my morning coffee.

"Do you know what day, this is?" she asks brightly.

"It's the Lord's Day," I answer good-narudlely in kind of a sort of tongue-in-cheek way.

"Funny you should say that," she responds, triumphantly. "Today is Chris Hemsworth's birthday!"

I don't know.

I think I was set up.

Happy birthday, Chris!



It was a bright cold day in April, and the clocks were striking thirteen


Learned a new term, here, "stealth editing."

I knew that the Huff (and puffing) Post did it all the time, ever since Arianna left and Lydia Polgreen took over. But the Times? I don't know, call me naive, but despite everything I was still somewhat clinging to the notion that The Gray Lady was above such practices.

But then again, come to think of it, Lydia Polgreen used to be the editorial director of NYT Global at the New York Times.

So, the proverbial apple didn't fall too far from the tree, I guess.

As Oliver Emberton would NOT put it:

I kid Oliver Emberton.