Nat Turner Movie Sparks Anti-Rape Protests Here and There

A motion picture about Nat Turner, in which the murderous negro slave is depicted as a forerunner of Black Lives Matter, has sparked “candlelight vigils” this week in Hollywood, according to Variety. The filmmaker was once accused of rape, after which the accuser killed herself.

The film has opened at several cinemas in Manhattan. At the New York Times, reviewer A.O. Scott strained to give it a socially aware but mixed review, suggesting that the movie is really pretty awful.



HeatStreet’s Louise and Her Russia Troll-Bot Map

By all accounts, the Trump-Clinton debate on Tuesday night was a dreary draw, although Trump fans were quick on the trigger to vote in online polls at DrudgeReport, Time, and elsewhere. Verdict: an overwhelming win for Mr. Trump.

Few people take such polls seriously, least of all the Trump or Clinton campaigns, and the online fluff would ordinarily have been forgotten the next day. This time however some wag conjured up a “map” putting forth the theory that all those online votes for Trump really came from the region of St. Petersburg, Russia!

fake-russia-poll-tweetThe widely circulated geolocation map appears to be a Photoshopped hoax, as it doesn’t resemble available images from TrendsMap or Google. The fakery was quickly exposed by Philip Bump at the Washington Post, with a follow-up in BuzzFeed. It may or may not have been created by a tweeter calling himself “Dusty,” who posted the ur-image on Wednesday morning (right).

Hoax exposed, most of the media soon lost interest.

One online personality refused to take the memo, however, insisting for days that Trump’s post-debate triumph in online polls was largely the work of Russian tweet-bots.

That would be Louise (“Tweet-a-minute”) Mensch of HeatStreet, the Rupert Murdoch clickbait site invented in imitation of Takimag and The Daily Beast.  She quickly retweeted the “Dusty” image on Wednesday morning, and continued to retweet it and defend its veracity for the next two days.

screenshot-2016-10-02-11-35-41Then embarrassment took over and she covered up with a flurry of tweets about British Parliamentary things (left).

Louise Mensch, alias Bagshawe, is a Sacred Heart girl and chick-lit novelist who was briefly a British MP.  She did not use the name Mensch (her second husband’s) till she came to New York to work for NewsCorp. It is a folk belief among London journos that you get on better in America if you pretend to be Jewish.

Louise is a friend of Milo Yiannopoulos.

Another Indecipherable, Messy, Barry Blitt Drawing

In recent years The New Yorker has favored cover illustrations by Barry Blitt, a Canadian-born illustrator of uncertain origins. When his stuff was new and fresh (this is going back a couple of decades), it had novelty, as though he were passing off notebook scribbles and watercolor-board tests as finished product. Many years later he still hasn’t learned to draw, or he’s convinced himself and his art editors that his awkward, unfinished, unrealized renderings are his “style.”

His covers for TNY are always murky or ambiguous in intent. Apparently this is supposed to beDonald Trump as a beauty pageant contestant (October 10, 2016 cover).

But if Trump were a 20-year-old female in a pageant, would he (she) not look more like Tiffany Trump, or Ivanka? What exactly is the point here, other than a glancing allusion to an ephemeral news item that will be long forgotten by the time the nominal cover date arrives?

What indeed? Murkier than ever!

Senile Roger Angell Likes Soldiers and Hillary

Ninety-six-year-old Roger Angell, who never saw combat, nevertheless shares the military fetish that afflicted so many members of the Grifter Generation.

In a recent blog-post on the New Yorker site, he tells us why he’s voting for Hillary Clinton: with a photo of D-Day in 1944 (same year Katharine Angell’s young son Roger first wrote for the family magazine), the mawkish screed begins:

I’m late weighing in on this election—late in more ways than one. Monday brought my ninety-sixth birthday, and, come November, I will be casting my nineteenth ballot in a Presidential election. My first came in 1944, when I voted for a fourth term for Franklin Delano Roosevelt, my Commander-in-Chief, with a mail-in ballot from the Central Pacific, where I was a sergeant in the Army Air Force. It was a thrilling moment for me, but not as significant as my vote on November 8th this year, the most important one of my lifetime…

Blah. Blah. Blah. As there is no sense or logic in the old man’s scribbles, we won’t bother to parse out his commentary here. His nursies told him Mr. Trump is bad, and that is all ye need to know.

Angell was never much of an idea man. That’s why he mostly wrote about baseball: last refuge of a hack.

The Political Musings of Jelani Cobb

For a couple of years now, The New Yorker has hosted a byline that never fails to provoke snickering and head-scratching: Jelani Cobb. Cobb is, quite simply, the worst scribe in the stable. He writes spaghetti-sentences so awful you need to read them four or five times to tease any sense out of them.

It could be his prose is bad because he is a sometime academic (of Afro-American studies). Or maybe it’s because his editors don’t think it’s worth their while to make his drafts readable. Cobb mostly writes about inner-city black stuff, although he occasionally breaks out into other territory.

Such was the case the other day when he came up with a whizbang blog-post called, “The Model for Donald Trump’s Media Relations Is Joseph McCarthy.”

jelani_cobb-320-144-144Cobb is not even old enough to remember Watergate, let alone events of the early 1950s. Knowing nothing about the postwar Communist problem, he here regurgitates whatever his masters told him. He quotes David Oshinsky and bows to the plaster saint Ed Murrow. He even repeats the classic lie about Sen. McCarthy: the story that the senator once claimed there were “205” Communists in the State Department. McCarthy’s actual statement (made in a speech to a ladies’ club in Wheeling, West Virginia in 1950) mentioned 205 employees who were known security risks. (As indeed there were.)

The column says little about Donald Trump, and what there is, is barely intelligible. Unscramble, if you will, the following sentence:

Like the members of the G.O.P. élite whose craven self-interest and calculation have prevented them from challenging a candidate who is a credible danger to the republic, many of the outlets that are covering Trump, and the orchestra of contempt he is conducting, are dealing with a conflict of interest.


It appears Jelani Cobb is trying to say: “The news media have a conflict of interest.” But that’s too clear a thought— not nearly preacher-like or orotund enough. So why not piggyback a superfluous swipe at the Republican “élite,” and toss in a metaphor portraying Trump as an orchestra conductor?

The New Yorker, everybody!

Wollman Rink Horse Show This Weekend

Not quite the Devon Horse Show yet, the Rolex-sponsored Central Park Horse Show has its third season at Wollman Rink this weekend, Sept. 21-25. There will be many horsies.

Security measures are forboding:

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Bag checks will be mandated at the Spectator Entrance of Wollman Rink. Once Guests have been screened, they will have their ticket scanned. IEG organizers strongly urge all Guests to budget additional time for entry into the rink when planning their visit.

Guests will be required to go to a bag screening table alongside the security hand-held metal detector. Guests may be subject to further security measures  via physical pat-down if necessary. IEG reserves the right to prohibit or require removal of any items at their sole and absolute discretion. Any person that could affect the safety of the rink, its occupants or its property shall be denied entry.