Nancy Pelosi – “whose very name summons images of children coming home from day care madly scratching their scalps” (to quote PJ O’Rourke) – Says No Impeachment If She Is Speaker Of The House, because you know Nancy cares.
Hollywood effluvia: Pass The Fernet Branca!
NEW YORK–Politics makes artists stupid. Take “My Name Is Rachel Corrie,” the one-woman play cobbled together from the diaries, emails and miscellaneous scribblings of the 23-year-old left-wing activist who was run over by an Israeli Army bulldozer in 2003 while protesting the demolition of a Palestinian house in the Gaza Strip. Co-written and directed by Alan Rickman, one of England’s best actors, “Rachel Corrie” just opened off-Broadway after a successful London run. It’s an ill-crafted piece of goopy give-peace-a-chance agitprop–yet it’s being performed to cheers and tears before admiring crowds of theater-savvy New Yorkers who, like Mr. Rickman himself, ought to know better.
So why don’t they? Because Palestine is the new Cuba, a political cause whose invocation has the effect of instantaneously anesthetizing the upper brain functions of those who believe in it. Take Mr. Rickman, who evidently intended “My Name Is Rachel Corrie” to be a pro-Palestinian equivalent of “The Diary of Anne Frank.” Alas, wishful thinking is not the stuff of exciting theater.
Everything You Wanted To Know About Liberals On A Bumper Sticker; I have seen two of those around The Principality.
My thanks to Larwyn for the links.
From The Anchoress, whose commenter Peter asked, Do you have any footage of Bryn doing “Paradise by the Dashboard Lights”?
Meatloaf Bryn having a haptic moment with an apple: