Seems to me that all you need to know is that Kamala and Joe not only enabled the above migrations, but actively encouraged them.

 

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I have to wonder if, whoever it was that wrote this “parents’ guide” on IMDB about the new horror movie, The Substance, was aware that the movie’s director is a woman who, presumably, has a female gaze.

Here is a clip from director Coralie Fargeat’s previous movie, Revenge. Looks like there is even more “male gazing”:

 

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We said goodbye to Leah Peters this week on Big Brother. Here is some actual male gazing at Leah:

 

 

 

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I guess when you have a name like Brock Purdy, you have to expect this kind of thing.

 

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Our website host informed us a few days ago that The Grouchy Editor had been “attacked” — 32,000 times, give or take.

The assault, possibly from overseas, temporarily shut us down. As you can see, we are back up and running. We are upgrading firewall protections to prevent this sort of thing from happening again. 

The site should be back to normal soon, but no “Weekly Review” today.

 

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The Ghost and Mrs. Muir

 

As I rewatched, after many years, The Ghost and Mrs. Muir recently, I tried to recall why I had such fond memories of it. It’s a pleasant enough yarn, in which a young widow (Gene Tierney) encounters the ghost of a ship’s captain (Rex Harrison) when she moves into a seaside house.

The story was charming and amusing, but no more so than many other romantic comedies of its era.

But then … the final 20 minutes of the movie transpired, and I was struck by how powerful the ending was. Amid all the playful banter between the ghost and Mrs. Muir, screenwriter Philip Dunne had been planting seeds about the things that we regret in life, and the things we do not regret.

The payoff is motion-picture magic and a good example of why we say, “they don’t make movies like that anymore.” Release: 1947  Grade: A

 

Would I watch it again?  Yes.

 

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Civil War

 

An admission: I had already reviewed, in my imagination, much of this movie from reading other critics and pundit analyses shortly after its release in April. From what I read, Civil War appeared to be just another “woke” bulletin from Hollywood, issuing warnings about “threats to democracy” from the right.

The actor playing the U.S. president, according to the articles, resembled Trump — a cowardly Trump. One horrific scene featured MAGA-like militiamen terrorizing the protagonists, four heroic journalists on their way to Washington D.C. during a new civil war. Worst of all, those journalists were painted in quite a positive light. This during a time when journalism as a profession is at its lowest point.

Now that I’ve seen the movie, it turns out there is some truth in all of that conjecturing of mine. If the movie leans politically, it’s certainly to the left.

But what I did not expect was the bigger picture. Alex Garland’s film is primarily a powerful warning. If we can’t bridge our differences, we’re headed straight into a national nightmare — for both the left and the right. Release: 2024  Grade: A-

 

Would I watch it again?  Yes.

 

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I Wonder …

 

I wonder if my Twitter (excuse me: “X”) account will be reinstated after the November election.

 

I wonder how the left will behave in 2025 if Harris wins.

I wonder how the left will behave in 2025 if Trump wins.

I don’t much wonder how the right will behave in 2025, no matter which side wins.

 

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I wonder, if it’s true that history is “written by the winners,” how historians 50 years from now will cover this tumultuous period.

I take that back. I won’t be around in 50 years, so what’s the point of wondering?

 

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I wonder where the United States will land in a ranking of the world’s most powerful countries, 20 years from now.

I wonder if the United States will be completely dominated by women in the near future.

 

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I wonder how much of our history and/or culture will still exist in 50 years. I wonder if the left will erase most of it.

 

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I’m done wondering. Time to see if my dog-and-cat stew is ready to eat.

 

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I do!

 

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The critics — all four of them — agree. This must be a good movie!

 

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I put together a little chart for the “Swifties”:

 

 

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I am supposed to be on vacation, but I didn’t want to go without posting this picture:

 

 

I like to think that I follow politics and current affairs a bit more than the average person. But if that’s true, how on Earth have I never heard of this woman? Rich, smart, gorgeous … and RFK’s running mate?

Shame on me.

But Nicole Shanahan, apparently, is responsible for this commercial, which I really dig.

 

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The Dream Team?

 

Standing, left to right: Gabbard, Barron Trump (kneeling), Vance, Ramaswamy, Kennedy

 

The big announcement yesterday by RFK Jr. is clearly good news for Donald Trump.

One more move by Trump that would make me even more optimistic — asking Tulsi Gabbard and Vivek Ramaswamy to join Kennedy on the Trump team.

Add to that the possibility of more whistleblowers exposing the corrupt Deep State, and I might be (gasp!) cautiously optimistic about the future of the U.S.A.

 

Assuming, of course, that Trump, Kennedy, Ramaswamy and Gabbard don’t all get assassinated.

 

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A note on the photo above:  Hey, we are novices at this “deep fake” business. You might have noticed, for example, that Barron Trump does not seem to be very tall. Either something is amiss with the photo, or Barron is on his knees. You decide.

 

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by Colin Dexter

 

Nothing against Sherlock Holmes, Hercule Poirot, Sam Spade, or any of the hundreds of private dicks, sleuths, and cops in crime fiction, but my favorite of them all is probably Dexter’s Inspector Morse.

Like so many deductive heroes of these novels, Morse is blessed with genius. But he is also cursed by a nettlesome romantic life — or lack thereof. He loves his pints of beer. He also has an (often lecherous) eye for the ladies.

Alas, said ladies are generally just beyond Morse’s grasp, either because they are murdered, or shipped off to jail, or subject to some other calamity.

The Dead of Jericho begins with Morse meeting such a woman and ends with him reflecting about her. There is a mystery to solve, of course, but it’s the melancholic tone of the book that haunts the reader.

We have every confidence that our irascible protagonist will solve the case. But will Morse ever find love?

 

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As we draw closer to the November election, I am feeling increasingly pessimistic.

It feels like, even if Trump and company manage to win in three months, it’s too late to do much good. Biden, Harris, et al. have done so much damage already that it will take years — if ever — for America to return to some sense of normalcy.

The rage of the childless cat ladies and other “marginalized” groups is so great that they will stop at nothing to exact what they feel is justified revenge.

Does not matter to them that their support of the left could well bring down the whole country — including themselves.

 

On top of that, even Trump seems sick and tired of the battle. I can’t blame him. They tried to impeach him, jail him — are still trying to jail him — and assassinate him. And yet if the polls are accurate, clueless Harris has more support than he does.

If I were Trump, I would be tired, too. I would wonder if Americans were worth fighting for.

 

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Maybe I’m wrong about this. Perhaps, in 50 years, historians will look back at this time period and congratulate the childless cat ladies for ushering in an era of peace, prosperity, and a new American Dream.

But I have grave doubts.

 

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Never heard of this person, but if you detest Hollywood (the people, not necessarily the product), this is an interesting article.

 

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It’s a good thing I’m so bad at predicting the results of upcoming elections.

 

Lately, I’ve been feeling doom and gloom about November. It seems like Kamala and the Democrats are on a roll, thanks in large part to the prospect of electing America’s first female president.

I understand the sentiment; I really do, even though I am not a female. In 2008, I voted for Obama largely because I thought a black president would be good for the country. Obama, I felt, would heal (at least somewhat) the omnipresent racial tensions in the United States.

And so, I can understand why so many women might think it’s high time for a lady in the Oval Office. It’s their time, and it might heal (at least somewhat) the battle of the sexes in the United States.

God help all of us.

 

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The problem with Harris isn’t her sex. The problem is that she’s an idiot.

But she makes a good story, and we’ve already witnessed Trump’s story, and we all crave a new story.

 

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Just two weeks ago, thanks to the collapse of bumbling, stumbling Joe Biden and, especially, the failed assassination attempt on Trump, I thought things looked bright for the right. The left tried to jail him, then nail him, but the Orange Man emerged triumphant. 

But now voters and the media are aboard the Kamala bandwagon, and I am feeling gloomy.

 

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The good news is that I suck at predicting these things. I was shocked and awed when Trump got elected in 2016. I thought Hillary would prevail. I bought into the media’s expected Republican “red wave” in 2022. It didn’t happen.

And now I have the sinking sensation that Kamala will be redecorating the White House.

 

Good thing I’m usually so bad at my predictions.

 

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As for Tim Walz, well.

I live in Minnesota, and he is just as rotten as you might think.

 

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In less-pressing news, let’s check in with long-legged Makensy in the Big Brother house:

 

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