Wrestling again with the Gospel according to Bob Dylan | Features … – Bristol Herald Courier (press release) (blog)

When Bob Dylan tells the story of Bob Dylan, he often starts at a concert by rock n roll pioneer Buddy Holly in the winter of 1959.

At least, thats where he started in his recent Nobel Prize for Literature lecture.

Terry Mattingly | On Religion

Something mysterious about Holly filled me with conviction, said Dylan. He looked me right straight dead in the eye, and he transmitted something. Something, I didnt know what. And it gave me the chills.

Days later, Holly died in a plane crash. Right after that, someone gave Dylan a recording of Cotton Fields by folk legend Lead Belly. It was like Id been walking in darkness and all of the sudden the darkness was illuminated. It was like somebody laid hands on me, said Dylan.

That story probably sounded rather strange to lots of people, said Scott Marshall, author of the new book Bob Dylan: A Spiritual Life.

What happens when somebody lays hands on you? If people dont know the Bible, then who knows what theyll think that means? ... Dylan is saying he felt called to some new work, like he was being ordained. Thats just the way Dylan talks. Thats who he is.

For millions of true believers, Dylan was a prophetic voice of the 1960s and all that followed. Then his intense embrace of Christianity in the late 1970s infuriated many fans and critics. Ever since, Dylan has been surrounded by arguments often heated about the state of his soul.

The facts reveal that Dylan had God on his mind long before his gospel-rock trilogy, Slow Train Coming, Saved and Shot of Love.

One civil rights activist, the Rev. Bert Cartwright, catalogued all the religious references in Dylans 1961-78 works, before the born-again years. In all, 89 out of 246 Dylan songs or liner notes 36 percent contained Bible references. Cartwright found 190 Hebrew Bible allusions and 197 to Christian scriptures.

Also, Dylan told People magazine in 1975: I didnt consciously pursue the Bob Dylan myth. It was given to me by God. ... I dont care what people expect of me. It doesnt concern me. Im doing Gods work. Thats all I know.

What does that mean? Marshall collected material from stacks of published interviews and has concluded that two words perfectly describe Dylans approach to answering these questions: inscrutability and irascibility. Plus, its hard to know when Dylan is being serious, cranky or playful.

Nevertheless, faith language always plays a central role. Marshall cites waves of examples, including a time when Dylan was asked if his raucous Rainy Day Women #12 & 35 with its everybody must get stoned chant was code for getting high. Dylan wryly noted that many critics arent familiar with the Book of Acts.

In his Nobel lecture, Dylan also stressed the role great literature has played in his life, dating back to grammar school days. Once again, there were religious themes.

Moby-Dick, for example, combined all the myths: the Judeo-Christian Bible, Hindu myths, British legends, St. George, Perseus, Hercules theyre all whalers.

All Quiet on the Western Front mixed politics, nihilism and horror, and Dylan noted that he has never read another war novel. In that book, Youre on the real iron cross, and a Roman soldiers putting a sponge of vinegar to your lips.

With The Odyssey, he said readers have to live the tale, wrestling with gods and goddesses. Some of these same things have happened to you. You too have had drugs dropped into your wine. You too have shared a bed with the wrong woman. You too have been spellbound by magical voices, sweet voices with strange melodies.

In the end, said Dylan, a songs impact on each person is what matters. I dont have to know what a song means, he said. Ive written all kinds of things into my songs. And Im not going to worry about it what it all means.

Marshall believes one thing should be obvious: If Dylanologists want to understand Dylans life and art, they will have to wrestle with all of his songs, including those drenched in God-talk. Biblical literacy is an essential skill in that work.

The bottom line is clear, according to Hollywood director Scott Derrickson, writing in the books foreword: Dylan has never recanted a single line from a single song.

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Praying for Hemingway | America Magazine – America Magazine

In graduate school, a friend and I, both Hemingway aficionados, would try to stump each other by quoting lines from the famous writers fiction. I had a bit of an advantage because I was a few years older than my rival and had already taught Hemingway to high school students. And so, familiar with even obscure works like A Man of the World, which adolescents enjoyed, I never lost one of our good-natured contests. Yet despite my devotion to the Nobel Laureate, I never thought two decades later I'd be praying for his soul.

My devotion influenced my first published story, The Man Who Thought He Was Hemingway, and the summer after graduate school another friend and I made a pilgrimage to northern Michigan, retracing the steps young Ernest would have taken when vacationing with his family. We went to Walloon Lake in Petoskey, to Horton Bay where he loved to fish, and then on to the Upper Peninsula, to Seney and the nearby Fox, a.k.a. Big Two-Hearted River. After visiting Hemingway shrines during the day we would spend our evenings in the local taverns, and then around 2:30 a.m., back in the tent while my poor friend tried to sleep, I would turn on a flashlight and read Hemingway stories aloud as if they were Compline.

I was not Catholic then and had never heard of Compline; I did not know the Scripture verses prayed at night were selected by the church to encourage peace in the soul. Yet in my own fumbling way I sought this peace through what I was reading. And to some extent, I succeeded. For it is impossible to encounter the best of Hemingways stories, Indian Camp or Now I Lay Me, The Undefeated or In Another Country, without being soothed by their transcendence. Fiction is not divinely inspired, but Ralph Ellison thought so much of In Another Country he could recite its opening paragraph verbatim.

A few years after that pilgrimage I converted to Catholicism, and as I tried to move closer to God I found myself moving away from Hemingway. For a long time, before, during and after graduate school, I did not have any faithin spite of having been blessed with a solid Lutheran upbringing. In retrospect I partially blamed the man who, in The Sun Also Rises, taught me a bottle of wine was good company. I knew my atheism had been a response to my mothers rheumatoid arthritis, which struck her at 55 and turned her into an old woman overnight. I had watched her exhaustingly take care of her own mother, afflicted with the same disease, and the irony of my mothers suffering, commencing just a year after my grandmother's death,could not be reconciled with a loving God.

Still, hadnt Hemingway also played a role? In addition to the lousy example he set as a hard-drinking womanizer, hadnt he, in A Clean, Well-Lighted Place, penned the nihilistic and blasphemous lines of the old waiter? They are as sharp and clear as anything he ever wrote:

It was all a nothing and a man was nothing too. It was only that and lightwas all it needed and a certain cleanness and order. Some lived in it andnever felt it but he knew it all wasnada y pues nada y nada y pues nada.Ournadawho art innada, nadabe thy name thy kingdomnadathy willbenadainnadaas it is innada. Give us this nada our daily nada andnadaus ournada as we nada our nadas and nada us not into nada butdeliver us from nada; pues nada. Hail nothing full of nothing, nothing iswith thee.

As a writer, I understood a characters words and actions cannot be ascribed to their author. The old waiter is a fictional invention. He is not Hemingway any more than the Misfit in A Good Man is Hard to Find is Flannery OConnoreven if the Misfits lament, I cant make what all I done wrong fit what all I gone through in punishment, might well have been echoed by OConnor or my mother and grandmother. More importantly, the old waiters insomnia could be viewed as resulting from his nihilism, and a reader could interpret the tale as a condemnation of that philosophy. Nonetheless, those lines from A Clean, Well-Lighted Place haunted me.I felt guilty for having taught that story to impressionable students.

So I avoided Hemingway like the other fishermen avoid Santiago in The Old Man and the Sea. Now, however, roughly a decade later, I realize I did so out of ignorance. I had bought into the myth of Hemingway propagated by our culture and, indeed, many of his biographers, rather than the truth revealed in his life and work. Far from being a nihilist, he had an interest in Catholicism even before his 1927 marriage to Pauline, and though he practiced the faith imperfectly, to say the leastfour wives, several affairsit always remained important to him and permeates much of his fiction. Santiago, after all, means St. James, and in 1954 Hemingway formally presented his Nobel Prize Medal to Our Lady of Charity, the Patroness of Cuba.

Yet I do not pray for Hemingway because he was Catholic, butrather because through his writing he has been a friend of mine, and in 1961, two years before I was born, he put the twin barrels of a shotgun against his forehead and committed suicide. He had received electro-shock treatments to combat depression, and these, combined with the serious concussions he had previously suffered, left him unable to think clearly, much less pursue the craft for which he won the Nobel. The Catechism of the Catholic Church teaches that psychological factors like this can mitigate ones culpability. Furthermore, it says: We should not despair of the eternal salvation of persons who have taken their own lives. By ways known to him alone, God can provide the opportunity for salutary repentance. The Church prays for persons who have taken their own lives (No. 2283).

In short, there is hope for Ernest Hemingway, for all suicides, and this hope is rooted in Gods timelessness as well as his mercy. Our prayers are effective because everything stands before God in an ever-present now. God has always known that I would offer prayers in 2017 for that terrible moment in 1961. He can, therefore, assign the grace of those prayers to Hemingway in that moment, in the final millisecond of life after the trigger was pulled. My petitions before God, even 56 years after Hemingways death, can foster a disposition of the writers soul that will lead to salvation.

Dorothy Day understood this and prayed frequently for suicides, and we should do the same. These are souls on the margins, spiritual outcasts in need of our compassion.We should have Masses said for them, pray the Rosary and Divine Mercy Chaplet for them and offer up our trials so they may attain the beatific vision. And whether we are tied to them by kinship, friendship, admiration for their brilliantwriting, or just the metaphysical bond of our shared humanity, we must trust in the boundless love of God whom we know desires all men to be saved (1 Tim 2:4).

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On Religion: Wrestling again with the gospel according to Bob Dylan – Herald and News

When Bob Dylan tells the story of Bob Dylan, he often starts at a concert by rock n roll pioneer Buddy Holly in the winter of 1959.

At least, thats where he started in his recent Nobel Prize for Literature lecture.

Something mysterious about Holly filled me with conviction, said Dylan. He looked me right straight dead in the eye and he transmitted something. Something, I didnt know what. And it gave me the chills.

Days later, Holly died in a plane crash. Right after that, someone gave Dylan a recording of Cotton Fields by folk legend Lead Belly. It was like Id been walking in darkness and all of the sudden the darkness was illuminated. It was like somebody laid hands on me, said Dylan.

That story probably sounded rather strange to lots of people, said Scott Marshall, author of the new book Bob Dylan: A Spiritual Life.

What happens when somebody lays hands on you? If people dont know the Bible, then who knows what theyll think that means? ... Dylan is saying he felt called to some new work, like he was being ordained. Thats just the way Dylan talks. Thats who he is.

For millions of true believers, Dylan was a prophetic voice of the 1960s and all that followed. Then his intense embrace of Christianity in the late 1970s infuriated many fans and critics. Ever since, Dylan has been surrounded by arguments often heated about the state of his soul.

The facts reveal that Dylan had God on his mind long before his gospel-rock trilogy, Slow Train Coming, Saved and Shot of Love.

One civil rights activist, the Rev. Bert Cartwright, catalogued all the religious references in Dylans 1961-78 works, before the born-again years. In all, 89 out of 246 Dylan songs or liner notes 36 percent contained Bible references. Cartwright found 190 Hebrew Bible allusions and 197 to Christian scriptures.

Also, Dylan told People magazine in 1975: I didnt consciously pursue the Bob Dylan myth. It was given to me by God. ... I dont care what people expect of me. It doesnt concern me. Im doing Gods work. Thats all I know.

What does that mean? Marshall collected material from stacks of published interviews and has concluded that two words perfectly describe Dylans approach to answering these questions: inscrutability and irascibility. Plus, its hard to know when Dylan is being serious, cranky or playful.

Nevertheless, faith language always plays a central role. Marshall cites waves of examples, including a time when Dylan was asked if his raucous Rainy Day Women #12 & 35 with its everybody must get stoned chant was code for getting high. Dylan wryly noted that many critics arent familiar with the Book of Acts.

In his Nobel lecture, Dylan also stressed the role great literature has played in his life, dating back to grammar school days. Once again, there were religious themes.

Moby-Dick, for example, combined all the myths: the Judeo-Christian Bible, Hindu myths, British legends, St. George, Perseus, Hercules theyre all whalers.

All Quiet on the Western Front mixed politics, nihilism and horror, and Dylan noted that he has never read another war novel. In that book, Youre on the real iron cross, and a Roman soldiers putting a sponge of vinegar to your lips.

With The Odyssey, he said readers have to live the tale, wrestling with gods and goddesses. Some of these same things have happened to you. You too have had drugs dropped into your wine. You too have shared a bed with the wrong woman. You too have been spellbound by magical voices, sweet voices with strange melodies.

In the end, said Dylan, a songs impact on each person is what matters. I dont have to know what a song means, he said. Ive written all kinds of things into my songs. And Im not going to worry about it what it all means.

Marshall believes one thing should be obvious: If Dylanologists want to understand Dylans life and art, they will have to wrestle with all of his songs, including those drenched in God-talk. Biblical literacy is an essential skill in that work.

The bottom line is clear, according to Hollywood director Scott Derrickson, writing in the books foreword: Dylan has never recanted a single line from a single song.

Terry Mattingly is the editor of GetReligion.org and Senior Fellow for Media and Religion at The Kings College in New York City. He lives in Oak Ridge, Tennessee.

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Islamic Terrorists Aren’t Nihilists, They’re Firm Believers In Evil – The Federalist

Another day, another massacre, and another string of euphemistic eulogies. Arent we all tired of this yet? Even in his recent speech in Riyadh, President Trump felt compelled to define terrorists primarily as nihilists, whose actions insult people of all faiths.

This is disappointing and condescending, and hearkens to the tone-deafness of the Obama era. The basic idea is that as long as you believe in anything, you cant possibly believe in that. The truth, though, seems to be that quite a number of people do in fact believe in that.

Western secularism is derived from Christianity, and is still subconsciously influenced by Christianity in myriad ways. From this perspective, it is difficult to understand that other cultures may think positively of violence and oppression.

Most of us, for example, would affirm that the Westboro Baptist Church is monstrous and has nothing to do with the teachings of Jesus. This leads us, by analogy, to suggest that ISIS is monstrous and couldnt have anything to do with the real Islamic faith. This is a fallacy born of sentimentality. But lets start by talking about what nihilism is, so that we can see why ISIS and its ilk are not nihilistic at all.

The genesis of nihilism could be traced back to the collapse of both the Enlightenment and Romanticism. Enlightenment thinkers suggested there is an objective meaning of life that can be known through reason, whereas the Romantics suggested there is a subjective meaning of life that can be known through passion. Nihilism begins with despair over both of these projects, and confronts the possibility that life just has no meaning at all. The sense is captured by Fyodor Dostoevskys dark question in his novel The Idiot: what if the crucified Christ turned out to be nothing but a rotting corpse?

The foremost philosopher of nihilism is Friedrich Nietzsche. He distinguished between two modes of nihilism: the passive and the active. Passive nihilism is characterized by a sense of emptiness and a lack of faith in any and all values; it is a sort of depression where nothing seems worth doing. Active nihilism, on the other hand, refers to affirmatively trying to destroy existing values that are seen as arbitrary or false, so that new, perhaps truer values will be able to emerge. Nietzsche tended to think of himself as an active nihilist, and the subtitle of one of his books is, How To Philosophize with a Hammer.

We can also speak of a nihilism of means, where the basic problem is that you will do anything to get what you want. In that sense, ISIS surely is nihilistic. But so is the current president, and much of both the Democratic and Republican parties. It is a nihilism of means to say awful things just to get a rise out of your fans at a rally, and to shut down free speech with riots, or turn into a sycophant for your own team. Nihilism of this kind always happens when a man sacrifices his truth at the altar of power, and it seems to be more the norm than the exception. The opposite of such nihilism is only ever personal honor.

A true nihilist of ends would be a sort of paradox. The closest example I can think of is Heath Ledgers Joker from The Dark Knight: a man who wants to return all of creation back to primal chaos, for its own sake, with no further ends in mind. You could say that itself is an end, except he doesnt care about that, eitherhence the looping paradox.

Nihilism may also sometimes be a matter of perspective. ISIS looks like nihilism from the perspective of America, because ISIS is positively trying to destroy the values of America. Likewise, from a conservative perspective, progressives seem like nihilists, because they are trying to undermine the constitutional values that sustain America. But such progressives think of themselves as dwelling on the right side of History. It is thus important to avoid slapping the label of nihilism on an ideology just because we disagree with or fail to understand it.

The phrase Islam is peace reeks of Orwellian Newspeak. Every time I hear it, I just want to ask: What makes you say that? Is there any foundation for it beyond wishful thinking? It should be a commonplace among both Muslims and all other sentient people that Muhammed was not a peaceful man. Nor can the Quran be plausibly interpreted as a peaceful text.

Are we just repeating the phrase over and over again, like some demented mantra, due to the political convenience of doing so? In that case, we would be the ones engaged in a nihilism of means, sacrificing principle for sheer efficacy.

Muhammed was a military conqueror, and numerous passages in the Quran call for the literal death of unbelievers. These are objective facts. When Muhammed speaks of the sword, reason suggests that this is not the same as Jesus saying that he came to bring not peace, but a sword. Jesus is speaking of spiritual struggle; in the only passage involving Jesus and a literal sword, he told his disciple to put it away.

Some Muslims like to think this is also what Muhammed really meant. Its an implausible interpretation, however, given that Muhammed spread Islam with a literal sword, and many of the surahs of the Quran are set within this context of literal conquest.

There are 13 countries in the world, all Islamic, in which apostasy (i.e., leaving Islam) is a capital offense. The subjugation of women is an integral, not peripheral, element of sharia law. We are not talking about extremists, here; we are talking about what almost everyone would agree to call mainstream Islamic nations, such as Pakistan and Saudi Arabia.

Is this what peace looks like, or are these nations not really Islamic either? A more pressing question emerges here: is the difference between mainstream Islam and its jihadist variants really a matter of kind, or does it rather resolve itself into one of mere degree?

It is heartening that many Muslims want to believe that Islam is a religion of peace. Good on them, obviously. But in an important sense, this evades the critical problem. Do these countless Muslims the world over also believe that Muhammed, as portrayed in the Quran and Hadith, is an exemplary man?

If Muhammed is reported to have committed violence or even atrocities, then how do peaceful Muslims square this knowledge with their own values, religious or otherwise? Are there points at which they believe it is acceptable to disagree with Muhammed, and for a Muslim to conduct his own life in a different manner, while still remaining a Muslim?

Nihilism and evil are not the same thing, even if they may overlap in the popular imagination.

I imagine many people, including many Muslims, are sick of hearing that ISIS is not really Islamic. This is just plain false. Graeme Wood has put it best, in an in-depth article that should be considered required reading for anyone who wants to talk about radical Islam: The reality is that the Islamic State is Islamic. Very Islamic. Yes, it has attracted psychopaths and adventure seekers, drawn largely from the disaffected populations of the Middle East and Europe. But the religion preached by its most ardent followers derives from coherent and even learned interpretations of Islam.

Please note: it is not nihilism, or an absence of values; it is a positive system of values that most decent people are inclined to call evil. (Nihilism and evil are not the same thing, even if they may overlap in the popular imagination.) When the Quran repeatedly calls for devout Muslims to kill the infidels, how is it un-Islamic when terrorists, well, go and kill the infidels? A reasonable interpretation would be not that the terrorists believe in nothing, but rather that they believe, deeply and radically, in the affirmative commands of the Quran.

At a certain point, it is not charity but rather idiocy to ignore what these people keep affirming about themselves. As Ayaan Hirsi Ali says: When a murderer quotes the Quran in justification of his crimes, we should at least discuss the possibility that he means what he says. This would seem obvious enough, except in a culture and intellectual climate warped by Orwellian euphemism.

It should go without saying, of course, that I have nothing against the countless Muslims around the world who want to practice their faith in peace and follow an ethos of live and let live. My only question: is Islam, as an ideology, compatible with that? This is a critical reckoning in which the global community of Muslims must engage.

If ISIS is in fact justified by scripture, then what does this say about scripture, and interpretive methods related to scripture? And if ISIS is not justified, then why not? In short, there is need for a genuine reformation within Islam, marked by free critical inquiry and a refusal to turn away from the truth.

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Vince Staples burns through nihilism and house beats on ‘Big Fish … – Mic

Vince Staples is the hip-hop equivalent of a great character actor moonlighting as a prestige leading man. This is not a slight on the rapper, but an observation: Despite his current rep as a wisecracking TV personality and celebrated everyman emcee, Staples, the 23-year-old from Long Beach, is hard to pin down. He entered the public sphere via the coattails of Odd Future's early shock-raps; he dabbled in Earl Sweatshirts dim aesthetic around the time of his Shyne Coldchain series of mixtapes, in the first half of this decade; he graduated to high-def gangsta rap with his late-2014 EP Hell Can Wait; and he was then cast as a Kanye-esque visionary with the double-disc creation myth Summertime '06, his universally acclaimed 2015 full-length debut.

His nimble voice allows him to slide in the pocket of most beats, a Trojan horse tactic that sneaks his straightforward and poignant songwriting onto all kinds of songs. (His 2016 EP, Prima Donna, existed mostly as a rapping exercise, rifling through as many styles as Staples could muster). More recently, he floated atop a dramatic Clams Casino beat on the producer's 2016 LP, 32 Levels, and on Gorillaz song earlier this year and was equally impressive on both.

Given how familiar fans are with Staples' versatility by now, it's no small feat that Big Fish Theory, his second full-length album, surprises as much as it does. Here, the Vince Staples experience is condensed and sharpened to startling cohesion 12 tracks that span just over 36 minutes, including a smattering of interludes and set to a new kind of backdrop, one filled with mutating trip-hop and house-inspired beats.

In a recent Reddit AMA, Staples said, "Hip-hop is electronic. Go listen to 'Planet Rock,'" a truth that nonetheless doesn't quite prepare you for the album's jarring, Tricky-esque opener "Crabs in a Bucket." Staples is right hip-hop isn't all break beats and soul samples. But the gulf between the type of music that Staples has made for most of his career thus far and the wide, jittery electronic canvases that make up Big Fish Theory is striking. The new direction almost recalls Danny Brown's Old, the 2013 record that followed the Detroit rapper's career-defining breakout, 2011's XXX. With Old, Brown attempted to unite the two modes that then dominated him as an artist: the psyche-baring lyricist and the hedonistic, festival-crowd-pleasing emcee who wants to dabble in EDM. Big Fish Theory isn't as cynical as that record Vince isn't making pill-popping party music but the wildly divergent sounds on this album can leave fans feeling detached from the guy who wrote tightly woven, comparatively traditional hip-hop songs like "Blue Suede" and "Norf Norf."

Still, Staples remains a confident, engaging rapper. The record's almost-title track, "Big Fish," is a minimal, disembodied banger with a Juicy J hook that feels dropped in from another song, emphasizing an alienation and dread that flows throughout the entire album. "I was going crazy not too long ago/ Women problems every morning like the Maury show/ Swimming upstream while I'm trying to keep the bread from the sharks/ Made me want to put the hammer to my head," he raps, presumably a call-back to the headspace he occupied on 2016's paranoid Prima Donna. On the jumpy, Rick Ross-interpolating "Homage," Staples free-associates to a head-turning degree: "Won't no label have me in limbo/ Too much tempo, in Richard Prince mode/ Robert Longo, black as the Congo/ Pay me pronto or it's no convo."

There are other moments where everything snaps into stunning clarity: "745" is one, the album's most straightforward slice of swagger-rap, in which producer Jimmy Edgar's burping electronic beat emulates G-funk with crayons which is to say it's a worthy imitation, but you can sense something's off. "Yeah Right," the eyebrow-raising collaboration with art-pop auteur Sophie and Kendrick Lamar, mostly sounds how you think it would: Sophie's cartoonishly boisterous beat vaporizes the track, while Kendrick is on autopilot mode, raising goosebumps before getting out of the way.

After growing accustomed to the album's amorphous textures, the impression that lingers most is just how sharp Staples sounds on every track. But lyrically, this effort doesn't feel as memorable as his earlier work. "Samo," a Basquiat reference and another Sophie production, is trap music fit for the uncanny valley age, and it's among my favorite songs because Staples is able to create a compelling argument for the enduring allure of the goofy PC Music aesthetic, which Sophie helped establish. On most of the album, a beat's dynamism overwhelms how nuanced a writer Staples is. R&B crooner and longtime collaborator Kilo Kish takes up a large amount of real estate as the album's co-star, appearing on a number of outros and saving Staples from completely dissolving into Big Fish Theory's gumbo of sounds. Appearances from Bon Iver's Justin Vernon, Damon Albarn and A$AP Rocky are largely unrecognizable.

Vince's current ambitious muse is commendable, yet Big Fish Theory's short runtime suggests that is something like a purge. This sort of feels like it's Vince getting out from underneath the long-gestating hype for a proper follow-up to Summertime '06 like how Kendrick fired off this year's streamlined Damn. a scant two years after 2015's massive To Pimp a Butterfly.

The late Amy Winehouse is quoted in the intro to "Alyssa Interlude," from an interview featured in the 2015 documentary Amy: "Sometimes you have to get all the crap out the way before you hit the good stuff, then you're like, OK, I'm getting good stuff now." Whatever led him to this dizzying, defiant new direction, Big Fish Theory is mostly good stuff that leaves you awaiting better stuff to come.

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A Reply to Rod Dreher on Worldview – Patheos (blog)

Writing at The American Conservative, Rod Dreher raises some concerns with evangelical use of the concept of Christian worldview. Working as I do ata Christian worldview ministry, and having recently met Rod at the Colson Centers Wilberforce Weekend conference, I found the piece especially relevant. He makes a number of suggestions and statements with which I disagree, but two in particular stood out.

First, Rod suspectsthat teaching students to break down the world in terms of worldviews creates a kind of intellectual arrogance and dismissiveness:

The problem with worldview education[]is that it closes off the possibility of wonder by providing a rigid ideological measuring stick for texts. Gibbs said it gives students unearned authority over a book. Hand them The Communist Manifesto, they open it up, say, Marxist!, then cast it aside. Hand them Thus Spake Zarathustra, they open it up, see Nietzsches name, say, Nihilist! and cast it aside.

Better, suggests Rod, to encounter a work on its own terms, without any preconceived notions about the validity or consequences of the philosophy it teaches. Oddly, though, he seems to see the problem with this approach.

Worldview instruction involves giving students spoilers as it were about communism or nihilism or Islam or atheism. Christian parents and teachers explain the gist of a worldview, and why it ultimately cant account for reality or meet the needs of the human soul like Christianity can. But if, in place of worldview instruction, we allowed students to encounter these worldviews more organically (one might say experience them as their original adherents did), we run into a big problem. Far from gaining intellectual humility, young readers are notoriously prone to an even worse sort of intellectual arrogancethe kind that so often attends undergraduate apostasies. Rod writes:

I remember encountering Nietzsche in a college philosophy course, one in which I had first been introduced to Kierkegaard. Meeting Kierkegaard was an important step on the road to my own religious conversion, but one of my classmates caught afire with the gospel of Nietzsche. He found God is dead to be liberating. Once that semester, he stood on a bench at Free Speech Alley, the weekly campus forum, held high his marked-up copy ofThe Portable Nietzschefrom our class, and proclaimed to the crowd: God is dead!

Rods description is dead-on. I have met these kids. Oh, have I met them. And there is something palpably ridiculous about the freshman philosophy student who reads the seminal texts of nihilism or Marxism or transcendentalism or utilitarianism, and thinks he has received a revelation from Mount Olympus that no Christian has ever encountered, and which will upend the simple worldviews of everyone back home. Voddie Baucham describes this problem well:

There ought to be a rule: You should not be able to talk aboutphilosophy unless youve had more than a semester ofphilosophy. If you havent had any, thats fine. Talk away! But if youve had a semester, you are messed up. Youd be better off just not taking it at all.

Contra Rod, what I find most often gives students a sense of unearned authority isnt instruction about other worldviews (at least not if its done right), but the unshakable and nave belief that they are the first Christian young person to ever read Nietzsche (or more often Peter Enns or Bart Ehrman) and that there are no good answers to these mens attacks on their parents and neighbors faith. Indeed, very often, these students are precisely those who havenot received worldview instruction, have not seriously interacted with the claims of non-Christian thinkers, and have come to believe as a result thatnoChristian has seriously interacted with such claims.

One thing worldview instruction at its best does is create in middle and high school students an awareness that theyre not the first Christians to encounter alternative worldviews and challenges to their own, and that there are good answers to these claims. In other words, it fosters a kind of intellectual humility, and keeps freshmen from coming home for Christmas to beat their grandparents over the heads with class warfare or intersectionality or JEDP theory.

Yes, we should be willing to read the seminal texts of alternative worldviews deeply and carefully, understanding what makes them tick, and not fall prey to caricatures of those faiths and philosophies (which is what worldview instruction at its worst looks like). But to learn about a worldview is necessarily to form some kind of preconception about it, and specifically (when it comes to the worldviews behind some of the worst mass-murdering regimes of the last century) a kind of prejudice against them. Theres nothing at all wrong with that.

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Opinion: Gingrich admitted Trump was being dishonest – Holmes County Times Advertiser

By Aaron Blake The Washington Post

WASHINGTON - President Donald Trump is supposed to reveal this week, six weeks after making the initial suggestion, whether he actually has tapes of his White House conversations. Trump last month wielded those potential tapes as a very thinly veiled threat against former FBI director James Comey. And ever since then, he and the White House have decided to withhold the truth from the American people, refusing to answer a simple yes-or-no question.

But Newt Gingrich just gave away the game, for all intents and purposes. In an interview with The Associated Press, the Trump-backing former House speaker basically admits that Trump was just bluffing to try to get inside Comey's head.

"I think he was in his way instinctively trying to rattle Comey," Gingrich said. "He's not a professional politician. He doesn't come back and think about Nixon and Watergate. His instinct is: 'I'll outbluff you.'"

Apparently not being a "professional politician" is a license for dishonesty.

This is hardly surprising, of course. Assuming Gingrich is being honest about this, it's just the latest in a long line of Trump bluffs. There was the time he was going to force the House to vote on its health-care bill, pass or fail, until he urged that it be delayed in the face of defeat. There was the time during the spending debate when the White House signaled Trump would allow a shutdown if the bill didn't fund his border wall, only to back down just a couple days later. More examples abound.

But - again, assuming Gingrich is right here - this has been a particularly brazen brand of bluffing from the president of the United States. Gingrich is essentially confirming that Trump threatened a former top government official using a falsehood to try to get him to soften his testimony. It's not difficult to attach this to the lengthening list of things suggesting Trump has tampered in the Russia investigation, or even obstructed justice in doing so.

And for a president who has huge trouble with facts, it displays a rather striking disregard for the truth. No, Trump never said clearly that he had the tapes, but he has left that possibility out there for weeks, refusing to go on the record. Politics tends to be a pretty rough-and-tumble business, but this is unapologetic political nihilism, plain and simple.

It also has shelf life. I argued after one of Trump's previous bluffs that this kind of strategy may pay dividends in the business world and in the near term as president, but that as a politician it can and will catch up to you:

"This kind of bluffing and having it called is undoubtedly something Trump is used to in the business and real estate worlds. But in the political world, you are negotiating with the same people over and over again. And the lesson of the first two big congressional debates is that when Trump says a bill must contain XYZ, he doesn't really mean it; it's just posturing. And that doesn't bode well for future Trump demands.

"During the last government shutdown in 2013, when Republicans demanded defunding Obamacare, they were at least willing to follow through on that demand. The government was closed for more than two weeks before the GOP relented. That served notice to Democrats that Republicans were at the very least willing to go all-in on their strategy and follow through - that they weren't bluffing when they made such demands in order for a bill to pass. And that made their threats on other things seem more legitimate.

"Trump has shown no such inclination to make it so people take his demands at face value. And given what's happened in the first two legislative debates, the next time he draws a line in the sand, you can bet lawmakers know how easily it can be raked over."

And the final point here is that Comey essentially called Trump's bluff. In rather blistering testimony that pointed to Trump's potential obstruction of justice, Comey didn't really hold back at all. And at one point, he addressed the threat of tapes directly and suggested they would vindicate him if they did exist.

"I've seen the tweet about tapes," Comey said. "Lordy, I hope there are tapes."

So basically Trump appears to have not only done something dishonest that undermines his credibility going forward, but it didn't even work. It'll be nice when this charade is over.

Aaron Blake is senior political reporter for The Fix.

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Can Robert Mueller be trusted? – Fox News

The last few decades have not been good ones for those of us who believe in the rule of law, who subscribe to our countrys proudest boast, that ours is a government of laws, and not men (or persons).

What this means is that we are governed not by arbitrary political power, but that our republic is committed to the values that endure from the founding generation. These core values include an appreciation that there can be no order without law, no law without morality, and, indeed, that there can be no morality without religion. These traditional views have been largely abandoned by our legal and political elites on the left, a trend that Dukes Dean Paul Carrington characterized as legal nihilism, the belief that law doesnt matter and thats its simply all about politics.

Weve seen enough of this in practice to persuade some supporters of President Trump that a nihilistic and lawless legal system, in the person of Special Prosecutor Robert Mueller, might overturn of the will of the people expressed in President Trumps election. Mueller is a good friend of the dismissed FBI Director, James Comey, and has staffed his team with a group of donors to Democratic candidates.

Traditional views of the rule of law have been largely abandoned by our legal and political elites on the left, a trend that has been characterized as legal nihilism, the belief that law doesnt matter and thats its simply all about politics.

I am actually encouraged by Muellers appointment, however. I think hes going to get to the bottom of things quickly, and I think hell find that theres nothing there. And thats the best and cleanest way to dispose of a false issue.

First, Mueller is a person of the highest integrity, and I can speak to that because I know something about the law firm from which he and many of those he hired came. This is the firm now known as Wilmer, Hale once known as Wilmer, Cutler, & Pickering. I worked for two years at that firm, and I have never been surrounded by more brilliant and principled individuals. There were more Democrats than Republicans at the firm, but unlike the academy, there was a diversity of political views, and there was a commitment to the law itself that was, I think, the real thing.

One of the most zealous former Special Prosecutors, Ken Starr (scourge of Bill Clinton) has expressed his trust in Mueller and the team he has assembled, and that means a lot to me (I have long known and respected Judge Starr, and have had the pleasure of working with him).

Second, I think Mueller will find that, as President Trump claims, he never attempted to obstruct justice, and, indeed, never attempted to stop such an investigation. There is no denying that Trump expressed his hope to Comey that Trumps fired aide, General Michael Flynn, would not be hurt by such an investigation, but Trump apparently gave no direct orders to cease investigating Flynn, and, to the contrary, even Comey admitted that Trump expressed his wish that if any of his satellites apparently referring to those persons who were connected to his campaign had colluded with the Russians, he, Trump, wanted to have that revealed.

To obstruct justice in this context would require two things, as the lawyers call them, actus reus and mens rea. The first means evidence of a criminal act and the second refers to the intention to commit it. If Trump is telling the truth, neither occurred here the investigation was never stopped, and Trump never sought to stop it. Last year the Supreme Court unanimously held that former Virginia Governor Bob McDonnell was not corrupt because he never ordered his subordinates to aid a donor. What Trump did was so much more benign that that. From what evidence weve seen, Flynn had not done anything out of line with the Russians, and if thats so there was neither an actus reus (wrongful act) nor a mens res (intentional wrong) from which one might infer an obstruction of justice.

If Mueller is an honest man, this is the conclusion he will have to reach, and he will, when he makes his report, have to exonerate the president. And since itll be easy to examine the evidence, we should expect the issue to disappear before very long. In that case, the president will emerge stronger, not weaker, from the investigation. That would be a defeat for the legal nihilists, and a pleasant surprise and a reassurance that the rule of law is returning to this country.

Stephen B. Presser is the Raoul Berger Professor Emeritus at Northwesterns Pritzker School of Law and the author of Law Professors: Three Centuries of Shaping American Law.

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Against Nihilism – MTV.com

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He is the loudest rallying cry in the world that its time for us to do better and get to work

The 2016 election was a slow-motion nightmare, the kind that gives you sleep paralysis, like you're awake and have to scream to survive but your mouth is stitched shut as the vague outlines of men set your house on fire. It was a year of destruction. All those nice little lies it's so easy to tell ourselves about politics, about how politeness is a virtue and facts beat muscle, were incinerated.

It's a nightmare that's hard to wake up from, so total was its trauma and ability to crush resolve. This is partially because President Trump refuses to shut up about his win, a win he never planned for. It's also because the actions of his White House are so utterly corrupt and incompetent and depraved that they don't even feel real.

Navigating our political landscape feels like we went for a walk in the woods and fell down a hole and landed in an America where the sun is going out. It is so surreal that it's tempting to regard it as fantasy, as something that has to end fantastically, something that can be undone with a magical reset button that sends Donald Trump back to a version of 2014 in which Bill O'Reilly voluntarily retires from Fox News and hands Trump his show and we can go back to our normal lives oh god, for a road back home to our normal lives.

I was on the road for most of 2016 covering the election, and only now is any perspective arising. When I attended the fringe right-wing Constitution Party's convention in Utah, I got the feeling that the Christian conservative community I knew growing up was dying, which was advantageous to progressives. What I understated then was that these kinds of conservatives, governed by rules and traditions and "the old way is the best way," were being replaced by a more nihilist strain, a type of conservative who is not hopeful or politically engaged and wants to demolish government as we know it for entertainment, for spectacle. It's a movement whose motto is "fuck everything, who cares."

When I first started taking Trump seriously as a contender for the White House, I wrote about his birth via conservative talk radio by Michael Savage and Alex Jones, and Rush Limbaugh before them. These performers used the language of politics, the idea of politics, for entertainment. Rush Limbaugh was a comedian who needed to keep his listeners amused so they'd stick around after the commercial breaks. He didn't care about truth, because truth is dull and has the odor of schoolwork.

Then Limbaugh got too popular. People who weren't comedians took his talking points and used them to sculpt new characters, with more conviction. It was a racket and it made a lot of people rich, but it also created voters who didn't engage with their fluff entertainment critically and came to believe its stories through overexposure. It created voters who were used to having their prejudice and moral laziness validated and encouraged. It made it easy for Donald Trump, who founded his career on rackets, to mobilize these voters who had been poisoned for decades. Much easier than it would have been for the melting wax statues who made up the rest of the Republican Party to do so.

Trumps barreling plea to chaos gave me cause to worry at the 2016 conventions in Cleveland and Philadelphia. I fully expected riots, because Trump was soaking Republican anger in ethanol and so many Democrats were distraught about the primary defeat of Bernie Sanders. But no riots came. There was conservative vitriol and liberal despair, but I mostly saw an ocean of people from all walks of life who were unmoved by and unhappy with their party's candidate for president.

The week before the election, I drove cross-country with my brother to ask every single regular person we could find about the election, and how they felt about the country. What we found was not an uprising of white working-class malcontents who were foaming at the mouth for white nationalism, but a resounding and thorough sigh of "this sucks." There was no evidence whatsoever that Trump was actually popular. His ascendance was mostly a matter of mobilizing regular Republicans while Democrats were divided over their anointed wonky centrist.

In the months since that drive into purgatory, we've seen how Trump governs: like somebody who has no idea how government works and only cares about being the most famous guy on the news. And he's exactly as smart as a YouTube fast-food reviewer hopped up on trucker speed (if YouTube fast-food reviewers hated poor people), which means he can't finish a sentence without choking on his own tongue. He will be easy to defeat in 2020 if the left can stop trying to be polite and run a campaign of blood and guts against him.

The lesson I learned from covering this election, and from the early days of the presidency from hell, is not that America is any worse than it used to be. Its flaws are just more obvious and underlined. Ours has always been a nation founded on imperialism and massacre, and its people have always been prone to tribalism and hate. Trump is not cause to give up on this country. Trump is not cause to retreat into fantasy. Trump is the loudest rallying cry in the world that it's time for us to do better and get to work.

Building that future starts with an inspired American left that gives a real alternative to Trump yelling at us, a left that knows the material well-being of our citizens is imperiled and nobody feels secure, a left that makes our people an offer for something else, a left that promises a future and shows us how that future would be made manifest. That starts with talking to Americans, engaging them on their level, and selling them on real leftist principles instead of telling them how bad the alternative is. That starts with making young people believe in your candidate. That starts with admitting the train has been derailed but hasn't exploded.

Public political nihilism is everywhere because of this president, and it's pure bullshit. It's all about creating a morose, vaguely teenage, and powerless conception of your place in the world to escape moral culpability. It's a way out. It gives you narrative and closure. It makes your life a movie that you're watching from the nosebleeds.

But there's a way to change that. Whenever you want to say the world is ending, whenever you want to say the ship is sinking so let's crack open some Scotch and sing a funeral song, slap yourself in the face and tell the truth. If you engage with the news at all, the easiest thing to say in 2017 is that the world is ending. What's harder is admitting the scary truth: It's not, and there's work to do in it.

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In the Almost-Great Baby Driver, Hollywood Goes Asperger’s – National Review

Lots of movies are manipulative, but Edgar Wrights action-comedy Baby Driver defines the era by pampering its teenage audience.

Yet its most impressive moment invokes an obscure but cinematic icon: The hero nicknamed Baby (Ansel Elgort), an orphaned hipster who loves speed-racing and pop music and works for a crime boss as a getaway driver, loses the right lens of his sunglasses during a botched escape.

This odd, striking occurrence recalls Jean-Paul Belmondos sunglasses lens popping out at the crisis point of Breathless (1961), as did Warren Beattys in Bonnie & Clyde (1967) and Jack Nicholsons in Chinatown (1974). No mere coincidence, the visual image connects Baby Driver to its cool-crime-movie lineage (film scholars can trace it back further to Sergei Eisensteins eyeglasses montage in Battleship Potemkin). Such insider references make Baby Driver a curious, coddling delight. Like his Monsters, Inc.quoting protagonist, the only thing Wright loves more than movies is pop music, and the films overflow of these pop references prove he is a more talented and artistic manipulator than Quentin Tarantino.

For those who have desperately waited for morality to return to movies after Tarantinos paradigm shift into nihilism, Baby Driver is almost it. But thats exactly how it pampers. Wrights evocation of cinematic history demonstrates the blinkered moral lookout that once defined the Baby Boomer generation and now Millennials. The fears and scant hopes we feel today are personified in Baby, a hero on the Aspergers scale, who shades himself from the world and plugs earbuds into his head, feeding the energy of pop songs into his alienated existence.

Wright is also a satirist, as seen in his previous films Hot Fuzz and Scott Pilgrim vs. the World, which similarly used pop references to define his characters moral choices. The opening car chase here is a spectacular display of sharp editing and speedway hijinks that flip Walter Hills existential action-noir The Driver (1978) into a dangerous daytime parade. After this hyper-kinetic showing-off, Wright mocks Tarantinos love of sadism by providing Baby with a sentimental motive: He falls for the orphaned waitress Debora (Lily James). Their love story is scored to Carla Thomass B-A-B-Y, Martha Reeves & the Vandellas Nowhere to Run, and Brenda Holloways Every Little Bit Hurts, each trenchantly expressing moments of romance, excitement, and fear.

While Baby Drivers crime plot is routine (riffing on The Usual Suspects), Wrights movie and song references should return audiences to the principles that post-Tarantino culture has lost. Or have we been Occupied, Antifad and Fergusoned so harshly that the young generation Wright addresses enjoys only the shock of violence and no longer cares about the cultural heritage based on those non-Tarantino virtues: connection, respect, obligation, civility, and love?

Wright makes several narrative explorations into honor-among-thieves, trust-between-lovers, and family-fidelity themes, but one stands out: Babys scariest criminal colleague is Bats (Jamie Foxx), a black ghetto fiend from the films Atlanta, Ga., setting. Its Foxxs best characterization since Any Given Sunday, and the Black Lives Matter mob should be analyzing it from now on.

Bats updates Foxxs title role in Django Unchained, QTs inauthentic Blaxploitation-movie fantasy. Perhaps because Wright is English and somewhat distanced from those self-gratifying cultural delusions that made QT think he was revealing essential American race tensions, Foxxs badass stereotype here is an undisguised, frighteningly modern miscreant. Bats doesnt seek justice, he just wants money and, secretly, he wants revenge for the social ills that, according to hip-hop ethos, have urged him toward heartlessness and crime. This is Hollywoods first postMichael Brown characterization, and, through this character, Wright pinpoints black ghetto resentments behind the slogan Black Lives Matter. Bats effectively sizes up his criminal rival (Jon Hamm, playing a former Wall Streeter) as you acquired the kind of debt that makes a white man blush.

Babys white-boy innocence is the opposite of the seething menace represented by Foxx, Hamm, and Jon Bernthals Griff, revealing the conspicuous, audience-pampering, and ethnic cop-outs of most Hollywood entertainment. Babys collection of personally recorded mix-tapes and scenes with his black foster father Joseph (CJ Jones) nod to Guardians of the Galaxy and Deadpool, geek blockbusters that also pampered fans who take pleasure in feigning their innocence. But when Wright lets loose with his British-tinged social satire, Baby Driver compares to Jared Hesss more genial crime comedy, Masterminds, and becomes the funniest and most incisive crime movie since Next Day Air. Wright goes beyond the comic-book and action-movie spoofs of QTs ilk.

Baby Driver might have equaled Breathless, Bonnie & Clyde, and Chinatown had Wright not peppered Babys crime spree with so many cute asides (or repeated several testimonies to the kids decency). His music cues and music-based sound design finally become glib and self-congratulatory (unlike the moving way a single pop song connected generations in the Mexican film Geros). Consider that the smart-ass title Baby Driver is the title of a 1970 Simon and Garfunkel ditty about family heritage that recites, My daddy was a prominent frogman / My mammas in the Naval reserve / When I was young I carried a gun / But I never got a chance to serve. And then comes its most telling line: I did not serve.

The reference to that songs Vietnam Draftera abstention (the choice of criminal rebellion over military service) establishes that baby-faced Elgort is a contemporary response to the anomie of Taxi Drivers Travis Bickle. Yet, thats it. None of Baby Drivers compacted pop-culture totems sparks consciousness like the Renaissance art that obsesses the teen hero in Eugne Greens Son of Joseph. Though not as meretricious as the culture remixing by that innocent amoral idiot Tarantino, Wright is essentially shallow, which is akin to what made Paul Simon a gifted yet minor artist.

I wanted Baby Driver to be great, but Wright doesnt risk tragedy as Breathless, Bonnie & Clyde, and Chinatown did. Instead, Baby Driver caters to the blinkered, solipsistic state of our present-day culture; its an Aspergers masterpiece.

*****

Sofia Coppola seems to have lost her pop-music smarts in her remake of The Beguiled. Without ironic pop-music commentary (as in her 2006 Marie Antoinette), this adaptation of Don Siegels 1971 drama (which starred Clint Eastwood and Geraldine Page in a Civil Warera, Tennessee Williamsstyle gothic revenge drama) becomes another of Sofia Coppolas listless spoiled-girl forays. She evokes the same sorority-house haziness of her debut feature, The Virgin Suicides, once again pondering female sexual deviousness and navet: Nicole Kidman runs a boarding school of southern maidens (intense Kirsten Dunst, nubile Elle Fanning, and others) who take in a wounded Yankee (Colin Farrell).

Every character is subject to his or her own arousal and self-interest except Coppola, who here proves she isnt really a director but a blas hipster who extracts the drama out of everything. Pseudo-feminist Coppola even erases the black slave cook, forcefully portrayed in the original by Mae Mercer, whose presence made the microcosmic melodrama turn macro historically accurate and politically relevant. Instead, Coppola once again relies on her own social and gender status, pretending to observe the war between the sexes, with cannons booming in the distance. She ought to have known that her over-obvious point was already made better by the New York Dolls song Who Are the Mystery Girls?

*****

Michael Bay finally makes his Armageddon II, even though its titled Transformers: The Last Knight. Bay stretches the franchise backwardto medieval times, then forward to our imminent dystopian future when Optimus Prime gets brainwashed on the planet Cybertron and then returns to destroy Earth. In the opening Arthurian-travesty scenes, Bay creates actual thunderballs (maybe he should do a Bond next), then he entertains quasi-political allegory in the present-day scenes of Transformers hiding out in Alien No-Go zones of postIndustrial Revolution ghost towns.

Once again, the Transformer series verges on absurdity but thats less important than the unique big-screen spectacle of Bays pop-art and futurist filmmaking. In the 2013 Pain & Gain, Bay had seemed to be moving toward artistry of his own his love of mechanics, digital effects, and an ad-mans view of the world (including leggy, full-lipped, model-type heroines).

But The Last Knight seems plot-driven, not purely and ingeniously cinematic like the previous installments. He even employs a new little robot, in the mode of The Phantom Menaces BB-8, which rolls around the explosive, pyrotechnic chaos while humans and bigger bots enact endless repetitions of Road Runnerstyle slapstick violence, acrobatics, and painlessness in strangely empty cities. By trying to outdo James Cameron, Peter Jackson, and Christopher Nolan, Bay must have forgotten that he used to be the superior artist.

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Armond White is the author of New Position: The Prince Chronicles.

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Trump’s bluff on White House tapes wasn’t just dishonest it was also a failure – Washington Post

President Trump tweeted on June 22 that he doesn't possess and didn't record tapes of his private conversations with former FBI director James B. Comey. (Peter Stevenson/The Washington Post)

This post has been updated with Trump's tweets.

President Trump acknowledged Thursday that he doesn't have any tapes of conversations with former FBI director James B. Comey, finally coming clean after playing a nearly six-week-long game.

And in the end, it wasn't just another bluff from Trump; it was another bluff that was called and that continued to chip away at Trump's honesty and credibility, for no discernible benefit.

The presidentlast month wielded those potential tapes as a very thinly veiled threat against Comey. And ever since then, Trump and the White House have decided to withhold the truth from the American people, refusing to answer a simple yes-or-no question about whether they had tapes.

But Newt Gingrich just gave away the game earlier Thursday, for all intents and purposes. In an interview with the Associated Press, the Trump-backing former House speaker basically admitted that Trump was bluffing to try to get inside Comey's head.

I think he was, in his way, instinctively trying to rattle Comey, Gingrich said. He's not a professional politician. He doesn't come back and think about Nixon and Watergate. His instinct is: 'I'll outbluff you.'

Apparently not being a professional politician is a license for dishonesty because that's what this was.

This isjust the latest in a long line of Trump bluffs. There was the time he was going to force the House to vote on its health-care bill, pass or fail,until he urged that it be delayedin the face of defeat. There was the time during the spending debate when the White House signaledthat Trump would allow a shutdown ifthe bill didn'tfund his border wall, only to back downa couple of days later. More examples abound.

But this has been a particularly brazen brand of bluffing from the president of the United States. Trump threatened a former top government official using a falsehood to try to get him to soften his testimony. It's not difficult to attach this to the lengthening list of things suggesting that Trump has tampered in the Russia investigation or even obstructed justice in doing so.

And for a president who has huge trouble with facts, it displays a striking disregard for the truth. No, Trump never said clearly that he had the tapes, but he has left that possibility out there for weeks, refusing to go on the record. Politics tends to be a rough-and-tumble business, but this is pretty unapologetic political nihilism, plain and simple.

It also has shelf life. I argued after one of Trump's previous bluffs that this kind of strategy may pay dividends in the business world and in the near term as president, but that as a politician it can and will catch up to you:

This kind of bluffing and having it called is undoubtedly something Trump is used to in the business and real estate worlds. But in the political world, you are negotiating with the same people over and over again. And the lesson of the first two big congressional debates is that when Trump says a bill must contain XYZ, he doesn't really mean it; it's just posturing. And that doesn't bode well for future Trump demands.

During the last government shutdown in 2013, when Republicans demanded defundingObamacare, they were at least willing to follow through on that demand. The government was closed for more than two weeks before the GOP relented. That served notice to Democrats that Republicans were at the very least willing to go all-in on their strategy and follow through that they weren't bluffing when they made such demands in order for a bill to pass. And that made their threats on other things seem more legitimate.

Trump has shown no such inclination to make it so people take his demands at face value. And given what's happened in the first two legislative debates, the next time he draws a line in the sand, you can bet lawmakers know how easily it can be raked over.

And the final point here is that Comey essentially called Trump's bluff. In blistering testimony that pointed to Trump's potential obstruction of justice two weeks ago, Comey didn't hold back at all. And at one point, he addressed the threat of tapes directly and suggested they would vindicate him if they did exist.

Former FBI director James B. Comey said he has seen President Trump's May 12 tweet that suggested there could be "tapes" of their private conversations, saying "Lordy, I hope there are tapes." (Reuters)

Ive seen the tweet about tapes, Comey said. Lordy, I hope there are tapes.

So Trump appears to have not only done something dishonest that undermines his credibility going forward, but it didn't even work.At least the charade is over.

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Samantha Bee Mourns the Death of Language – New York Times

Photo Samantha Bee accused the Trump administration of playing fast and loose with the meanings of words. Credit TBS

Welcome to Best of Late Night, a rundown that lets you sleep and lets us get paid to watch comedy. What do you think of it? What else are you interested in? Let us know: thearts@nytimes.com.

Samantha Bee thinks the Trump administration may have changed our relationship with words.

On Wednesdays Full Frontal, Ms. Bee adopted the format of a futuristic sci-fi Dr. Strangelove. Then she played footage of President Trump, his daughter Ivanka, his lawyer Jay Sekulow and others contradicting themselves or generally disregarding the meanings of certain words.

Gah! Resistance is futile, government is the deep state, expertise is dangerous elitism. Language is dead! SAMANTHA BEE

Then Ms. Bee played a clip of Kate Bolduan of CNN wondering what does matter in a world where the presidents words do not.

And with their sanity shattered, CNNs top talent turned to nihilism. Wolf Blitzers brain was so scrambled, he could only find joy in a turtle. Hello, turtle. SAMANTHA BEE

James Corden seized on a cringe-worthy meme: Marco Rubio was caught on camera on Tuesday in an awkward not-quite-embrace with Ivanka Trump.

Is that Marco Rubio or a guy going up to greet his very disappointed Tinder date? JAMES CORDEN

Look at Ivanka: That is not how you react when someone hugs you. Thats how you react when youre waiting for a bumblebee to fly away. JAMES CORDEN

Rubio, he looks like hes trying to move a rolled-up carpet. JAMES CORDEN

In a moment of outrage, Trevor Noah told his Daily Show audience that seeing dashboard camera footage of the police shooting of Philando Castile, a black motorist in Minnesota, broke me. The video shows Mr. Castile being shot after telling the police officer that he had a gun in his possession but that he was not reaching for it.

When a jury of your peers, your community, sees this evidence and decides that even this is self-defense, that is truly depressing. Because what theyre basically saying is, in America it is officially reasonable to be afraid of a person just because they are black. TREVOR NOAH

In an off-air chat with the audience, recorded between the shows televised segments, Mr. Noah went on to say that he considers police violence a form of institutional and historical racism. And he revealed that in just a few years in America, he had been stopped by an officer close to 10 times.

Following two special-election losses for the Democratic Party yesterday, one Democratic congressman said, Our brand is worse than Trump. Hey, thats our slogan, said United Airlines. SETH MEYERS

Theyve given themselves a July 4 deadline for their bill to gut Obamacare. So, if youre going to blow your fingers off with fireworks, do it on the 3rd. STEPHEN COLBERT, discussing Senate Republicans strategy for passing health care legislation

That nasty counts as it should.

When the cast of the new film Girls Trip did a Carpool Karaoke, they had it all covered without Mr. Cordens help. (Hes usually one-half of the karaoke group.)

Kumail Nanjiani stars in the new, largely autobiographical romantic comedy The Big Sick, which he wrote with his wife, Emily V. Gordon. Hell talk about making it on Thursday with Seth Meyers.

Wesley Morris, critic at large, and Jenna Wortham, a staff writer for The New York Times Magazine, grappled with the complex, often wrenching process of dealing with the mistrial this week in the Bill Cosby case. They related it to other prominent trials those in which black men have been both the victim and the defendant. The feeling of annihilation without repercussions looms larger and larger with each passing season, Ms. Wortham writes.

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Prufrock: How Brainwashing Works, Julian Assange’s Nihilism, and Emily Dickinson’s Hope – The Weekly Standard

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How brainwashing works: I began my formal research in 1999, eight years after battling my way out of a secret, so-called Marxist-Leninist group whose leader controlled my life in its most intimate details. He determined what I wore: a version of the advice in John Molloys bestseller Dress for Success (1975), featuring tailored blue suits and floppy red silk bowties. More significantly, he decided when I could marry, and whether I might have children. The leaders decrees were passed down via memos typed on beige notepaper and hand-delivered to me by my contact. Because I was a low-ranked member, the leader remained unknown to me. I joined this Minneapolis-based group, called The Organization (The O) believing I was to contribute to their stated goal of social justice, a value instilled in me by my family.

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Julian Assange is a staunch supporter of free speech except when its about him: WikiLeakss young spokesperson in those early days, James Ball, has recounted how Assange tried to force him to sign a nondisclosure statement that would result in a 12 million penalty if it were breached. [I was] woken very early by Assange, sitting on my bed, prodding me in the face with a stuffed giraffe, immediately once again pressuring me to sign, Ball wrote. Assange continued to pester him like this for two hours. Assanges impulse towards free speech, according to Andrew OHagan, the erstwhile ghostwriter of Assanges failed autobiography, is only permissible if it adheres to his message. His pursuit of governments and corporations was a ghostly reverse of his own fears for himself. That was the big secret with him: he wanted to cover up everything about himself except his fame.

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Revisiting Richard Hoggart's The Uses of Literacy at 60: His working class world is one in which people may well be living intuitively, habitually, verbally, drawing on myth, aphorism and ritual which makes them sound practically Lawrentian yet are also prone to cruelty and dirt of a gratuitously debasing coarseness. That Hoggart can be so even-handed towards a social class that simultaneously entices and repels him is a mark of his inseparability from the things he is writing about and the moral attitudes at their core.

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Emily Dickinsons hope.

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Matisses objects.

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Chuck Palahniuks coloring books.

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Essay of the Day:

If you didnt read The New Atlantiss blockbuster report on gender and sexuality this past fall, you should. Theyve published a follow-up on the problems of treating gender dysphoria by suppressing puberty. Here are a couple of snippets:

In 2016, the Human Rights Campaign, an LGBT advocacy group, partnered with the American Academy of Pediatrics the nations most prominent professional organization for pediatricians and the American College of Osteopathic Pediatricians to publish a guide for families of transgender children. The guide says that to prevent the consequences of going through a puberty that doesnt match a transgender childs identity, healthcare providers may use fully reversible medications that put puberty on hold. Delaying puberty, according to the guide, gives the child and family time to explore gender-related feelings and options.

Reading these various guidelines gives the impression that there is a well-established scientific consensus about the safety and efficacy of the use of puberty-blocking agents for children with gender dysphoria, and that parents of such children should think of it as a prudent and scientifically proven treatment option. But whether blocking puberty is the best way to treat gender dysphoria in children remains far from settled and it should be considered not a prudent option with demonstrated effectiveness but a drastic and experimental measure.

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The use of puberty suppression and cross-sex hormones for minors is a radical step that presumes a great deal of knowledge and competence on the part of the children assenting to these procedures, on the part of the parents or guardians being asked to give legal consent to them, and on the part of the scientists and physicians who are developing and administering them. We frequently hear from neuroscientists that the adolescent brain is too immature to make reliably rational decisions, but we are supposed to expect emotionally troubled adolescents to make decisions about their gender identities and about serious medical treatments at the age of 12 or younger. And we are supposed to expect parents and physicians to evaluate the risks and benefits of puberty suppression, despite the state of ignorance in the scientific community about the nature of gender identity.

The claim that puberty-blocking treatments are fully reversible makes them appear less drastic, but this claim is not supported by scientific evidence. It remains unknown whether or not ordinary sex-typical puberty will resume following the suppression of puberty in patients with gender dysphoria. It is also unclear whether children would be able to develop normal reproductive functions if they were to withdraw from puberty suppression. It likewise remains unclear whether bone and muscle development will proceed normally for these children if they resume puberty as their biological sex. Furthermore, we do not fully understand the psychological consequences of using puberty suppression to treat young people with gender dysphoria.

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Atlanta’s Videodrome is the Last and Greatest Video Rental Store – Geek

Video rental stores are dead. Its sad from a nostalgic perspective, but it was inevitable once Netflix, Hulu, and other on-demand streaming services came out. In some parts of the country, you can still glimpse the desiccated husks of old Blockbusters, rustling with the whispers of dead business models.

Then, driving through Atlanta last week, I found the new flesh. There is one great video rental store out there, and its in Atlantas Little Five Points neighborhood. That store isVideodrome, and its fantastic.

You know its special from the title itself, referring to the David Cronenberg classic and one of James Woods best roles next to him playing a nihilism-fueled omnicidal parallel universe Batman. The logo of a head with tape reel glasses over the eyes is pretty strong, too. And once you walk in and see the shelves, you immediately understand how it still exists and why its great.

The new releases wall has some big blockbusters (which, after theyre taken off that shelf, get relegated to their own section with appropriate commercial reverence), but theyre surrounded by the obscure, indie, foreign and just plain weird. May 23rds new releases includeGet Out,Logan, andGreat Wall, alongside the all-female horror anthologyXX, a French drama about Tamil refugeesDheepan, and the new Blu-ray releases of the 1975 Yakuza filmCops Vs. Thugsand 1988 Frank Henenlotter comedy horrorBrain Damage.

Havent heard of those films? Neither have I, and thatsgreat. Its a taste of the full spectrum of art house and schlock that Videodrome offers. If you want the full meal, you need to dive into the different sections.

First, there are the Asian films. Its more than just Kung Fu movies (though there are plenty). There are Japanese, Chinese, and Korean comedies, dramas, and horror movies, both new and old. Do you want to binge on Kim Ki Duks classics? He has half a shelf. And dont worry, several-of-my-jaded-coworkers: Anime is in another section, along with kaiju films.

The international movies dont stop in Asia. Denmark, Finland, Holland, Ireland, Norway, and Serbia all have shelves. Yes, there are more Serbian films thanA Serbian Film, and theyre not all like that one.

If you have favorite directors, they probably have shelves, too. Carpenter, Cronenberg, Gondry, Jonze, Lynch, you name it. If they made something with a vision, especially if that vision was weird, theres a section in Videodrome.

Beyond the artsy, foreign, indie, and films made by filmmakers movies, theres the shlock. The delicious, delicious shlock. Videodrome lets you start atSweet Sweetbacks Baadasssss Song and work your waydown. You bet theres a Blaxploitation shelf. Its two shelves above the Ausploitation shelf. And its across from the really, really gross Italian horror movies. You can binge on Lucio Fulci and Dario Argentos films, and watch as manyZombi sequels as there are alternate titles on IMDB.

To enjoy this great wealth of esoteric cinema, you need to live in Atlanta or otherwise be staying there for a few days. Besides a small stack of DVDs and Blu-rays you can buy, Videodrome is rental-only. That means you pay a few dollars, take the video for a few days, then bring it back. Which seems like a really weird concept in 2017, but its the best way to find and enjoy new and obscure movies that youll never stumble upon with Netflix.

Videodrome is a marvel of weird movies of all stripes and from all ages. If you love foreign films, if you eat up obscure movies from the silent era to the 80s, if you have a favorite director who hasnt generated a billion dollars for his studio, or if you recognize the names Rich Evans, Diamanda Hagan, Brad Jones, or Kyle Kalgren. If you find yourself in Atlanta, you owe it to yourself to visit Videodrome.

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Why Prodigy Was A Once-In-A-Generation Rapper – Complex

The most violent of the violentest crimes we give life to If these Queensbridge kids dont like you We bring drama of the worst kind to enemies Your first time will be your last Earth memories Its only your own fault, I gave you fair warning: Beware Of killer kids who dont careShook Ones Pt. 1

He put his lifetime in between the papers lines, but not autobiographically, as most rappers of renown do. Instead, Albert Prodigy Johnson pioneered an extraordinary rap flow full of cold-eyed nihilism that presented death as the only meaningful framework for life.

Prodigywho passed away in Las Vegas this week at age 42was one of hip-hops Three Ps. Along with the late Sean Price (who died in his sleep at 43 in 2015) and Pharrell Williams, he was one of few rappers whose name could be filed down to a single letter. Butunlike Price, who needed his first name to accentuate himself, or Williams, who characterized his name with modifiers (like Skateboard P)Prodigy was simply P. And with good reason. Even as half of one of the genres most vaunted duos (along with Kejuan Havoc Muchita), P was a singular character in hip-hop, a rule-breaker and world-creator, weary and grounded even as he threatened to stab your brain with your nose bone.

The legacy of Prodigyand by extension Mobb Deepmay be a hip-hop case of Seinfeld is Unfunny; an act whose ethos has been so influential that looking back in an archival sense robs listeners of the first night chills that came in on those Queensbridge winds.

Its almost impossible to recapture the impact of Prodigy and Havoc, donned in Hennessy football jerseys, without realizing that less than a decade earlier, at a a time when professionally recorded rap was still novel and change was slow, Heavy D & The Boyz were dancing in Coca-Cola sweatshirts as a representation of an affront to the status quo. But Mobb Deep werent dancingthey were the stone-faced super-predators that First Lady Hillary Rodham Clinton would decry the next year: They are not just gangs of kids anymore, shed say at Keene State College in New Hampshire. They are often the kinds of kids that are called super-predatorsno conscience, no empathy.

I got you stuck off the realness; we be the Infamous. You heard of us: Official Queensbridge murderersShook Ones, Pt. II

Ps opening lines were things of depraved beauty. Take the start of Shook Ones, or the beginning of its more well-known sibling, Shook Ones, Pt. II, both quoted above. These are not threats, but declarations of self as fair warning from real n-ggas who aint got no feelings. These words represent what was important to him; this is how he wanted to introduce himself as a greeting: Hello, my name is P. I am only 19, but my mind is old. I represent death, violence, and the Queensbridge Houses, the largest public housing development in North America. This is the start of your ending.

It was as if he was saying to other rappers what Bane said to Batman in The Dark Knight Rises: Oh, you think darkness is your ally? But your merely adopted the dark. I was born in it, molded by itI didnt see the light until I was already a man. By then it was nothing to me but blinding. He was Nietzsche in construction Timberlands and an Army-certified suit; New Yorks harshest Darwinist.

Ps bleakness wasnt just depressed ghetto existentialism expressed via hyperbole, but something in his bloodliterally. His lifelong war against sickle cell disease made death a more pressing inevitability for him than most and rooted his worldview that only the strong survive, but also that the strong would also perish. (See: Infamous Prelude.) He would drink away his pain with Ease-Us Jesus (E&J brandy) or Dainy (thats St. Ides and Pina Colada champales in dunn language), but not without pouring some out for the fallen and sharing the bottle with the standing. In his early rhymes as part of Mobb Deepwhich were separate from his Michael Jackson dancing days, his stint as Jive Records artist LordT (The Golden Child), or his time as part of Poetical Prophetstheres nary a verse without the mention of the tightly wrought struggle between living and dying. Beyond simply detailing crime, Prodigy showcased depression, dysfunction, and self-medication.

You just complain cause you stressed N-gga, my pains in the flesh And through the years, that pain became my friend, sedated With morphine as a little kid I built a tolerance for drugs Addicted to the medicine You Can Never Feel My Pain

No one did more to present NYC housing projects as a world within in a world than Mobb Deepnot the Wu-Tang Clan, not M.O.P., not the Boot Camp Clik. And no one did as much to present the Queensbridge as a land of its own rules and morality as Hempstead, Long Islands Prodigy. Not even Nas with his clear-eyed insight, Tragedy with his hard-earned wisdom, nor Capone with his in-the-trenches war reportage ever came close depicting the defeatist maladjustment borne of poverty and closed quarters the way that P did. Not even Havoc, with his trife life and times and proximity to his partner, could capture the front lines of hell on Earth like Prodigy. There are no bars to depict thisone simply has to give over to the experience of listening to the H.N.I.C.s bleak worldview at length.

If there was joy to be found in Ps music, it was in his literary specificity and the way he viewed the world as an enemy and other rappers as nuisances. His appearance on Hell On Earths Nightttime Vultures exemplifies both strengths. He begins by awakening and recounting the prior nights violence: Bullets flew, I had to drag my man behind a wall/Left a wet trail, delivered these slugs like air mail/Directly at the cat that made my man blood spill. But then hes quickly on to stoically boasting about his rap prowess:

I kick that '98 shit for your ears to list N-gga P way ahead of his time, surpass kids Kickin' rhymes that's true lies Let me break 'em down to size, minimize they air time After this you never will go back to that which Sit back an' write half-ass shit At last, the official taking out the artificial Let me relieve you, replace that shit with some lethal Mobb, remember the name it's been along Yall n-gga's shook to death from the first fuckin song

Beef with other rappers seemed to be in Prodigys DNAfrom Keith Murray to 2Pac to Saigon and Jay-Z, to spats with Noreagea, Nas, and eventually Havoc, Prodigy spent his careers enmeshed in conflicts that often turned bloody and felt more dangerous than garden variety hip-hop squabbles. Though he often emerged from the losing end of these disputes, there remained a sense of unbeatability about him. Through it all, he stood tall at five feet and six inches, resolute in himself, if nothing else.

Battle-scarred and wizened, Prodigy lived long enough to see himself become a grand antihero of sorts. Following his deal with 50 Cents G Unit and a three-year prison bid, he came back to rap in 2011 more as a solo act than group member. He embraced his veteran status, co-authoring an autobiography and a prison-centered cookbook, and focused on his physical health in the way the Black men need to as they approach their 40seating better, working out, moving away from alcohol. He became a working rapper, leaning on his legacy without resting on his laurels or reliving his glory dayshe pushed forward and kept himself current by acknowledging ascendant talents, releasing songs with Troy Ave and Buffalos Conway. Right up to his death, he was workingcreating new music and touring.

At the same time, he could be a bit of a drunk uncle. He released a classic blog rant demanding homage (to be fair, shook would not be a colloquialism without Mobb Deep) and delved deeper into his arcane fascinations (his latest album, released this past January was titled Hegelian Dialectic (The Book of Revelation) as part of trilogy that was set to include The Book of Heroine and The Book of the Dead). His belief that the Illuminatia secret society that wanted his mind, soul, and his bodywas actually a thing became more pronounced.

In 2011, he appeared on Alex Joness Infowars, claiming that President Barack Obama was part of a bloodline that made him cousins with the Bushes and Dick Cheney. Whether he knows it or not, hes down with this whole conspiracy to rule the world, Prodigy asserted of Obama. Basically, hes a part of itto brainwash people and to kill people, genocide. Everything thats going on out there that is just so fantastic [that] you really dont want to believe it, Obama is down with it.

To his credit, he knew how he sounded: This [is] what I was promoting to people and they tried to, like, almost demonize me or say, Oh, Prodigys crazy. Whats wrong with this guy? Hes just ranting and he doesnt know what hes talking about. Hes a conspiracy theorist and he does this and he does that. Im like, Wow. Theres that many crazy people in this world, for real.

Spaghetti-head Mobb n-ggas is full-bred Fully-blown melanin tone I rock skeleton bone shirts and verses But thirst for worse beats So I can put more product out on the street Get respect and love all across the board We've been adored for keepin' it raw Nothin' less or more I score every time for sure While the rest of y'all n-ggas just nil Quiet Storm

It may be impossible to overstate Mobb Deeps importance to hip-hop as a whole, and to New York hip-hop in particular. Theyalong with the Wu-Tang Clan and Boot Camp Clik were responsible to defining what is now undeniably referred to as an East Coast sound: chopped dusty jazz and soul samples over big drums, accompanied by gritty and grimy rhymes about urban despair. Mobb Deep created headphone musicengrossing and encompassing analog mood music thats sonically distinct from pristine, dignified earbud sounds of today. Its the banner carried by acts like Roc Marciano, Ka, Westside Gunn, and Conwayand the reason why those artists exist at all.

As conversations about these things go, its become a shortcut to a point to describe Mobb Deep as a duo where Prodigy was the rappers rapper and Havoc was the producers producer, but the truth is more intertwined than that. Prodigy constructed bars of theretofore unforeseen formation that remain some of raps most iconic verses. And its true the Havocaided by the tutelage and assistance of A Tribe Called Quests Q-Tip on The Infamousbuilt incomparably dour grooves of head-nodding moodiness. But, when I was interviewing the group shortly after the release of The Infamous, two things stood out to me that I have thought about often in the 20-plus years since.

The first was when I commented on the groups vocabulary. They seemed to not know what I was talking about as I was telling them about the way they used wordsnot just slang, but terms like butter-soft leather upholstery, their internal rhymes, their novel ending couplets. I asked them if there was something in the water in Queensbridge. Havoc doubled-over cackling and P, sunken on a couch giggled and smirked to himself as they both repeated: He said something in the water

Theres no replacement for Prodigy.

At that early stage, there was no narrative that said that P was the rapper of the group. He was undoubtedly the stronger and more gripping writer of the two, but Havoc wasnt just there for dressing. Especially on the first two Mobb Deep albums, he more than holds his own.

The other thing I think about gives lie to the idea that Havoc was the lone architect of the groups sound. As we spoke during that interview, there wasnt any indication that the musical process was anything but a joint affair. At one point, P was talking about how they had to rework some samples due to clearance issues and he played an invisible keyboard in the air. It never left me how nimble and articulate his fingers wereit was the movement of someone familiar with keys, not a haphazard plunking of digits. Its something that makes sense in the face of Prodigys lineagehis mother was a member of the 60s girls group The Crystals, his father was part of a doo-wop act, his grandfather was a jazz musician. Not only was P the driving force between many of the Mobbs narrative ideas, he was instrumental in charting the course for their sound, and his solo albums revealed his ear was as crucial and influential as Q-Tips fifth Beatle role on The Infamous.

Mobb Deeptitans of rap with a decades-long career that few could have predictedwas a coming of two halves to create a whole. Its doubtful that either member would have reached the rarified heights that they had without the other, or had the confidence to place their big pre-release single as the next-to-last cut on their debut album. And its without question that Mobb Deepafter all of the internal and external dramais over. Theres no replacement for Prodigy.

For most acts that debuted in 1995, this would be a career retrospective with no thought of future endeavors. But Mobb Deep was just not any act. They may have peaked a handful of projects ago, but there was always the possibility of new greatness. Unlike rapping, production is not necessarily a young mans game and Havoc still has the potential to create transformative soundscapes. And Prodigy was in continued development as a writer; he still had interesting things to say. Its not a stretch to believe he could have further spearheaded into old-head chronicles, filled with rewarding revelations.

But, with his death, the books are closed on the Official Queensbridge Murderers. While they were here, they put their lifetimes in between the papers line and into our ears, minds, and souls. And rap was never the same.

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The Nihilism of Julian Assange – The New York Review of Books

Risk

a documentary film directed by Laura Poitras

About forty minutes into Risk, Laura Poitrass messy documentary portrait of Julian Assange, the filmmaker addresses the viewer from off-camera. This is not the film I thought I was making, she says. I thought I could ignore the contradictions. I thought they were not part of the story. I was so wrong. They are becoming the story.

By the time she makes this confession, Poitras has been filming Assange, on and off, for six years. He has gone from a bit player on the international stage to one of its dramatic leads. His gleeful interference in the 2016 American presidential electionfirst with the release of e-mails poached from the Democratic National Committee, timed to coincide with, undermine, and possibly derail Hillary Clintons nomination at the Democratic Convention, and then with the publication of the private e-mail correspondence of Clintons adviser John Podesta, which was leaked, drip by drip, in the days leading up to the election to maximize the damage it might inflict on Clintonelevated Assanges profile and his influence.

And then this spring, it emerged that Nigel Farage, the Trump adviser and former head of the nationalist and anti-immigrant UK Independence Party (UKIP) who is now a person of interest in the FBI investigation of the Trump campaigns ties to Russia, was meeting with Assange. To those who once saw him as a crusader for truth and accountability, Assange suddenly looked more like a Svengali and a willing tool of Vladimir Putin, and certainly a man with no particular affection for liberal democracy. Yet those tendencies were present all along.

In 2010, when Poitras began work on her film, Assanges four-year-old website, WikiLeaks, had just become the conduit for hundreds of thousands of classified American documents revealing how we prosecuted the wars in Iraq and Afghanistan, including a graphic video of American soldiers in an Apache helicopter mowing down a group of unarmed Iraqis, as well as for some 250,000 State Department diplomatic cables. All had been uploaded to the WikiLeaks site by an army private named Bradleynow ChelseaManning.

The genius of the WikiLeaks platform was that documents could be leaked anonymously, with all identifiers removed; WikiLeaks itself didnt know who its sources were unless leakers chose to reveal themselves. This would prevent anyone at WikiLeaks from inadvertently, or under pressure, disclosing a sources identity. Assanges goal was to hold powerstate power, corporate power, and powerful individualsaccountable by offering a secure and easy way to expose their secrets. He called this radical transparency. Mannings bad luck was to tell a friend about the hack, and the friend then went to the FBI. For a long time, though, Assange pretended not to know who provided the documents, even when there was evidence that he and Manning had been e-mailing before the leaks.

Though the contradictions were not immediately obvious to Poitras as she trained her lens on Assange, they were becoming so to others in his orbit. WikiLeakss young spokesperson in those early days, James Ball, has recounted how Assange tried to force him to sign a nondisclosure statement that would result in a 12 million penalty if it were breached. [I was] woken very early by Assange, sitting on my bed, prodding me in the face with a stuffed giraffe, immediately once again pressuring me to sign, Ball wrote. Assange continued to pester him like this for two hours. Assanges impulse towards free speech, according to Andrew OHagan, the erstwhile ghostwriter of Assanges failed autobiography, is only permissible if it adheres to his message. His pursuit of governments and corporations was a ghostly reverse of his own fears for himself. That was the big secret with him: he wanted to cover up everything about himself except his fame.

Meanwhile, some of the company he was keeping while Poitras was filming also might have given her pause. His association with Farage had already begun in 2011 when Farage was head of UKIP. Assanges own WikiLeaks Party of Australia was aligned with the white nationalist Australia First Party, itself headed by an avowed neo-Nazi, until political pressure forced it to claim that association to be an administrative error.

Most egregious, perhaps, was Assanges collaboration with Israel Shamir, an unapologetic anti-Semite and Putin ally to whom Assange handed over all State Department diplomatic cables from the Manning leak relating to Belarus (as well as to Russia, Eastern Europe, and Israel). Shamir then shared these documents with members of the regime of Belarusian President Alexander Lukashenko, who appeared to use them to imprison and torture members of the opposition. This prompted the human rights group Index on Censorship to ask WikiLeaks to explain its relationship to Shamir, and to look into reports that Shamirs access to the WikiLeaks US diplomatic cables [aided in] the prosecution of civil society activists within Belarus. WikiLeaks called these claims rumors and responded that it would not be investigating them. Most people with principled stances dont survive for long, Assange tells Poitras at the beginning of the film. Its not clear if hes talking about himself or others.

Then there is the matter of redaction. After the Manning cache came in, WikiLeaks partnered with a number of legacy newspapers, including The New York Times and The Guardian, to bring the material out into the world. While initially going along with those publications policies of removing identifying information that could put innocent people in harms way and excluding material that could not be verified, Assange soon balked. According to the Guardian journalists David Leigh and Luke Harding in WikiLeaks: Inside Julian Assanges War on Secrecy, their 2011 postmortem of their contentious collaboration with Assange on the so-called Afghan war logsthe portion of the Manning leaks concerning the conflict in Afghanistanthe WikiLeaks founder was unmoved by entreaties to scrub the files of anything that could point to Afghan villagers who might have had any contact with American troops. He considered such editorial intervention to contaminate the evidence.

Well theyre informants. So, if they get killed, theyve got it coming to them. They deserve it, Leigh and Harding report Assange saying to a group of international journalists. And while Assange has denied making these comments, WikiLeaks released troves of material in which the names of Afghan civilians had not been redacted, an action that led Amnesty International, the Open Society Institute, the Campaign for Innocent Victims in Conflict, and the Afghanistan Independent Human Rights Commissionto issue a joint rebuke. The group Reporters Without Borders also criticized WikiLeaks for its incredible irresponsibility in not removing the names. This was in 2010, not long after Poitras approached Assange about making a film.

Lack of redactionor of any real effort to separate disclosures of public importance from those that might simply put private citizens at riskcontinued to be a flashpoint for WikiLeaks, its supporters, and its critics. In July 2016, presumably when Poitras was still working on Risk, WikiLeaks dumped nearly 300,000 e-mails it claimed were from Turkeys ruling AKP party. Those files, it turned out, were not from AKP heavyweights but, rather, from ordinary people writing to the party, often with their personal information included.

Worse, WikiLeaks also posted links to a set of huge voter databases, including one with the names, addresses, and other contact information for nearly every woman in Turkey. It also apparently published the files of psychiatric patients, gay men, and rape victims in Saudi Arabia. Soon after that, WikiLeaks began leaking bundles of hacked Democratic National Committee e-mails, also full of personal information, including cell phone and credit card numbers, leading Wired magazine to declare that WikiLeaks Has Officially Lost the Moral High Ground.

Poitras doesnt say, but perhaps this is when she, too, began to take account of the contradictions that eventually turned her film away from hagiography toward something more nuanced. Though she intermittently interjects herself into the filmto relate a dream shes had about Assange; to say that he is brave; to say that she thinks he doesnt like her; to say that she doesnt trust himthis is primarily a film of scenes, episodic and nearly picaresque save for the unappealing vanity of its hero. (There is very little in the film about the work of WikiLeaks itself.)

Here is Julian, holed up in a supporters estate in the English countryside while under house arrest, getting his hair cut by a gaggle of supporters while watching a video of Japanese women in bikinis dancing. Here is Julian in a car with that other famous leaker, Daniel Ellsberg. Here is Julian instructing Sarah Harrison, his WikiLeaks colleague, to call Secretary Clinton at the State Department and tell her she needs to talk to Julian Assange. Here is Julian walking in the woods with one of his lawyers, certain that a bird in a nearby tree is actually a man with a camera. Here is Julian being interviewed, for no apparent reason, by the singer Lady Gaga:

Lady Gaga: Whats your favorite food?

Assange: Lets not pretend Im a normal person. I am obsessed with political struggle. Im not a normal person.

Lady Gaga: Tell me how you feel?

Assange: Why does it matter how I feel? Who gives a damn? I dont care how I feel.

Lady Gaga: Do you ever feel like just fucking crying?

Assange: No.

And here is Julian, in conversation with Harrison, who is also his girlfriend:

Assange: My profile didnt take off till the sex case. [It was] very high in media circles and intelligence circles, but it didnt really take off, as if I was a globally recognized household name, it wasnt till the sex case. So I was joking to one of our people, sex scandal every six months.

Harrison: That was me you were joking to. And I died a little bit inside.

Assange: Come on. Its a platform.

The sex case to which Assange is referring is the one that began in the summer of 2010 on a trip to Sweden. While there, Assange had sex with two young supporters a few days apart, both of whom said that what started out as consensual ended up as assault. Eventually, after numerous back-and-forths, the Swedish court issued an international arrest warrant for Assange, who was living in England, to compel him to return to Sweden for questioning. Assange refused, declaring that this was a honey pot trap orchestrated by the CIA to extradite him to the United States for publishing the Manning leaks.

After a short stay in a British jail, subsequent house arrest, and many appeals, Assange was ordered by the UK Supreme Court, in May 2012, to be returned to Sweden to answer the rape and assault charges. Assange, however, claiming that there was a secret warrant for his arrest in the United States (though the extradition treaty between Sweden and the US prohibits extradition for a political offense), had made other arrangements: he had applied for, and was granted, political asylum in Ecuador. Because the British government refused safe passage there, Assange took refuge in the Ecuadorian embassy in London.

Poitras was with Assange in an undisclosed location in London as the British high court in Parliament Square was issuing its final ruling. The camera was rolling and no one was speakingit was all sealed lips and pantomimeas Assange dyed his hair red and dressed in bikers leather in order to make a mad dash on a motorcycle across town to the embassy. (Theres a sorrowful moment when his mother, who, inexplicably, is in the room, too, writes I love you, honey, on a piece of notebook paper and hands it and a pen to her son and he waves her off.)

This past January, five years into Assanges self-imposed exile, he promised to finally leave the embassy and turn himself over to the Americans if President Obama were to grant clemency to Chelsea Manning, who had been sentenced to thirty-five years in prison for giving documents to WikiLeaks. Obama did; Assange didnt. In May, the same month Manning left prison, Sweden dropped all charges against Assange. He remains in the embassy.

The sex case, as Assange called it, figures prominently in Risk. It serves to reveal his casual and sometimes noxious misogyny, and it is a foil for him to conflate the personal with the political, using the political to get out of answering to the personal, and the personal to claim that hes the victim here. Who is after you, Mr. Assange? Lady Gaga asks. Formally there are more than twelve United States intelligence organizations, Assange tells her, reeling off a list of acronyms. So basically a whole fucking bunch of people in America, she says, and then he mentions that the Australians, the British, and the Swedes are also pursuing him.

Whether this is true or not has long been a matter of dispute. The Swedes definitely wanted him to return to their country, and the British were eager for him to abide by the Swedish warrant, and he made no friends in the Obama administration. Following the Manning leaks in 2010, the attorney general, Eric Holder, made it clear that the Department of Justice, along with the Department of Defense, was investigating whether Assange could be charged under the 1917 Espionage Act, though no warrant was ever issued publicly. Hillary Clinton, then the secretary of state, said that WikiLeakss release of the diplomatic cables was an attack on the international community [and] we are taking aggressive steps to hold responsible those who stole this information. Still, Assanges self-exile in the embassy, which the United Nations condemned as an arbitrary detention, was predicated on his belief that the Americans were lying in wait, ready at any moment to haul him to the US, where his actions might land him in prison for a very long time, or even lead to his execution.

All this was well before Assange was accused of using WikiLeaks as a front for Russian agents working to undermine American democracy during the 2016 presidential election. And it was before candidate Trump declared his love for the website and then watched as Assange released a huge arsenal of CIA hacking tools into the public domain less than two months into Trumps presidency. This, in turn, prompted the new CIA director, Mike Pompeo, who appeared to have no problem with WikiLeaks when it was sharing information detrimental to the Democrats, to declare WikiLeaks a hostile intelligence service, and the new attorney general, Jeff Sessions, to prepare a warrant for Assanges arrest. If the Justice Department wasnt going after Assange before, it appears to be ready to do so now.

Despite Assanges vocal disdain for his former collaborators at The New York Times and The Guardian, his association with those journalists and their newspapers is probably what so far has kept him from being indicted and prosecuted in the United States. As Glenn Greenwald told the journalist Amy Goodman recently, Eric Holders Justice Department could not come up with a rationale to prosecute WikiLeaks that would not also implicate the news organizations with which it had worked; to do so, Greenwald said, would have been too much of a threat to press freedom, even for the Obama administration. The same cannot be said with confidence about the Trump White House, which perceives the Times, and national news organizations more generally, as adversaries. Yet if the Sessions Justice Department goes after Assange, it likely will be on the grounds that WikiLeaks is not real journalism.

This charge has dogged WikiLeaks from the start. For one thing, it doesnt employ reporters or have subscribers. For another, it publishes irregularly and, because it does not actively chase secrets but aggregates those that others supply, often has long gaps when it publishes nothing at all. Perhaps most confusing to some observers, WikiLeakss rudimentary website doesnt look anything like a New York Times or a Washington Post, even in those papers more recent digital incarnations.

Nonetheless, there is no doubt that WikiLeaks publishes the information it receives much like those traditional news outlets. When it burst on the scene in 2010, it was embraced as a new kind of journalism, one capable not only of speaking truth to power, but of outsmarting power and its institutional gatekeepers. And the fact is, there is no consensus on what constitutes real journalism. As Adam Penenberg points out, The best we have comes from laws and proposed legislation which protect reporters from being forced to divulge confidential sources in court. In crafting those shield laws, legislators have had to grapple with the nebulousness of the profession.

The danger of carving off WikiLeaks from the rest of journalism, as the attorney general may attempt to do, is that ultimately it leaves all publications vulnerable to prosecution. Once an exception is made, a rule will be too, and the rule in this case will be that the government can determine what constitutes real journalism and what does not, and which publications, films, writers, editors, and filmmakers are protected under the First Amendment, and which are not.

This is where censorship begins. No matter what one thinks of Julian Assange personally, or of WikiLeakss reckless publication practices, like it or not, they have become the litmus test of our commitment to free speech. If the government successfully prosecutes WikiLeaks for publishing classified information, why not, then, the failed New York Times, as the president likes to call it, or any news organization or journalist? Its a slippery slope leading to a sheer cliff. That is the real risk being presented here, though Poitras doesnt directly address it.

Near the end of Risk, after Poitras has shown Assange a rough cut of the film, he tells her that he views it as a severe threat to my freedom and I must act accordingly. He doesnt say what he will do, but when the film was released this spring, Poitras was loudly criticized by Assanges supporters for changing it from the heros journey she debuted last year at Cannes to something more critical, complicated, and at best ambivalent about the man. Yet ambivalence is the most honest thing about the film. It is the emotion Assange often stirs up in those who support the WikiLeaks mission but are disturbed by its chief missionary.

This ambivalence, too, is what makes Risk such a different film from Citizen Four (2014), Poitrass intense, resolute, Oscar-winning documentary about Edward Snowden. While Snowden and Assange are often twinned in the press and in the public imagination, these films demonstrate how false that equivalence is. Snowden leaked classified NSA documents that he said showed rampant unconstitutional intrusions by the government into the private lives of innocent citizens, doing so through a careful process of vetting and selective publication by a circle of hand-picked journalists. He identified himself as the leaker and said he wanted to provoke a public debate about government spying and the right of privacy. Assange, by contrast, appears to have no interest in anyones privacy but his own and his sources. Private communications, personal information, intimate conversations are all fair game to him. He calls this nihilism freedom, and in so doing elevates it to a principle that gives him license to act without regard to consequences.

The mission Assange originally set out to accomplish, thoughproviding a safe way for whistleblowers to hold power accountablehas, in the past few years, eclipsed WikiLeaks itself. Almost every major newspaper, magazine, and website now has a way for leakers to upload secret information, most through an anonymous, online, open-source drop box called Secure Drop. Based on coding work done by the free speech advocate Aaron Swartz before his death and championed by the Freedom of the Press Foundationon whose board both Laura Poitras and Edward Snowden sit, and which is a conduit for donations to WikiLeaks among other organizationsSecure Drop gives leakers the option of choosing where to upload their material. The New York Times, The Washington Post, The New Yorker, Forbes, and The Intercept, to name just a few, all have a way for people to pass secrets along to journalists.

It is not yet known why a National Security Agency contractor named Reality Leigh Winner didnt use a digital drop box when she leaked a classified NSA document to The Intercept in May outlining how Russian cyber spies hacked into American election software. Unlike Edward Snowden, who carefully covered his tracks before leaking his NSA cache to Glenn Greenwald (before Greenwald started The Intercept) and Laura Poitras (who filmed Snowdens statement of purpose, in which he identified himself as the leaker), Winner used a printer at work to copy the document, which she then mailed to The Intercept. What she and those at The Intercept who dealt with the document did not know, apparently, is that this government printer, like many printers, embeds all documents with small dots that reveal the serial number of the machine and the time the document was printed. After The Intercept contacted the NSA to verify the document, the FBI needed only a few days to find Winner and arrest her.

We will soon get to witness what the Trump administration does to those who leak classified information, and to those who publish it. WikiLeaks, apparently, will be providing the government with an assist. It is offering a $10,000 reward for the public exposure of the reporter whose ignorance or carelessness led the FBI to Reality Winners door. Such are the vagaries of radical transparency.

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Review: Prodigy HNIC – SPIN

This review of ProdigysH.N.I.C. originally appearedin the November 2000 issue of SPIN. In the light of Prodigys passing, we are republishing it here.

On his 1994 debut,Illmatic, Nas painted New York Citys Queensbridge housing projects as a hard-knock hood as rough as any in the Bronx or Brooklyn. In his wake, QB natives like AZ, Nature, and, most potently, Mobb Deep came up perpetuating the mythology of The Bridge with stark rats-in-a-cage tales of project violence and petty thuggery. But Nas went the way of diamond-studded self-parody, leaving Mobb Deepwho always put guns before cheddarto keep their hometowns blood-stained legacy alive. No surprise then that on his solo debut, Mobb Deeps Prodigy consumes the fury and desperation of his environment and spits out the cold, concentrated ghetto the Mobb made infamous on 1996sHell on Earth.

As much a point of view than a place of origin, Mobb Deep/Prodigys Queensbridge is inhabited by killers with dry blood on their face who came out of the womb not giving a fuck, andH.N.I.C.s production (handled by the Alchemist, Rockwilder, Mobb Deeps Havoc, and others) is equally harshsteely, stark, infused with the rowdiness of a party you might leave with glass all in your nostrils. Prodigy fans should have a high tolerance for such gory details. Theyve been numbed by four Mobb Deep albums worth of guns and drugs, and like scores of post-Illmatic dramas,H.N.I.C. is the work of a thug shoving his steelmicrophone/pistoldown your throat. But where Nas was the kid whod seen just enough of the streets to dream of breaking free, P is the walking dead. Not even money matters. On You Can Never Feel My Pain, he attributes his nihilism to the permanent physical suffering caused by a lifelong battle with sickle-cell anemia, giving lines like Shoot me / Who gives a fuck, really? a harsh realism most reality rappers would kill (or be killed) for.H.N.I.C. is titillating; its rugged beats and brooding rhymes rival some of the best in the Deep canon, even if they dont expand the vocab. The dread is overwhelming. Nas Bridge was a place to survive and possibly escape. Prodigys is only a place to die.

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5 reasons why ‘Wonder Woman’ is the superhero movie America needs right now – LGBTQ Nation

I just saw Wonder Woman last night, and I have not reacted this emotionally to a movie since Brokeback Mountain.

I get why women are reacting so positively to the movie; as a gay man, I know that my well-being in society is inextricably tied up in womens empowerment and there was something about this movie that went beyond seeing a woman as a superhero.

Last year, America saw a qualified woman run for president and lose to a completely unqualified man who didnt even get more votes than her. It was a scary glimpse of just how broken the political system is.

Even though production began well before the election last November, Wonder Woman feels like a direct response to that feeling of injustice.

Here are 5 reasons why Wonder Women is exactly the movie America needs right now.

Wonder Woman, aka Diana Prince, is a warrior-princess who leaves the secluded island of the Amazons during World War I on a mission to kill Ares, the Greek god of war, and save humanity.

With such an ambitious project, shes going to need allies. I was expecting a lot of Mad Men-esque Look at how un-sexist we are in 2017! nonsense. I was expecting half the movie to be about men telling her she cant fight because shes a lady, about men who feel useless next to a powerful woman, about men saying that they cant follow a woman into battle.

Even if the men come around by the end of the movie, it still would have been a movie about men and sexism. Thats a topic that needs to be discussed, but what about just putting that aside for two hours? Envisioning a world without a certain problem is necessary to fighting that problem.

In Wonder Woman, Diana just rocks, the men recognize that, and they help her and follow her into battle. Its as simple as that.

No lies, no looking into every moment of her past for a flaw, no double standards. Shes obviously awesome, and people want her on their side.

Diana has a way of floating above the other characters. Shes not really a part of their world, and shes not just a fish out of water. Shes has high ideals and she makes no apologies for them.

Moral complexity in fiction is great, but theres a difference between moral complexity and nihilism. Seeing the flaws in all sides of a conflict is important, but its frustrating for that to be an excuse for inaction.

Wonder Woman herself knows that humans are more complicated than good versus evil, but she doesnt take that to the place where theres nothing worth valuing in this world.

Trumps campaign was all about nihilism: what have you got to lose? Everything is awful, so I cant make it worse. The media blew Clintons flaws out of proportion to make it seem like Both Sides Do It, and I had supposedly progressive friends tell me they just wanted to see him burn everything down because everything is so terrible.

Diana fights for love, honor, and justice in an age when nihilism is chic. And its just so refreshing.

Why does Diana Prince want to save the world?

Well, if the world needs to be saved, then someones got to do it!

Theres nothing wrong with her that makes her fight. Theres no troubled past, no one she wants to avenge. Yes, troubled heroes can be great to watch, but why does every female superhero have to have a dark past that makes her want to help others?

Wonder Woman doesnt need an excuse. Shes just a good person.

It reminds me of another famous woman who devoted most of her life to helping others out and faced decades of scrutiny because some people just couldnt believe that a woman would want the most powerful job in the world for any reason besides personal gain.

One of Wonder Womans main themes is whether humanity deserves to be saved. We can be pretty terrible, so why should someone so good trouble herself with helping us?

Especially since she trained hard since she was a child to be the person that she is today. Couldnt everyone else just try harder instead of depending on her?

Superhero stories dont usually raise these questions, but Wonder Woman went there and made it central to the story.

Dianas answer to that big question is just so right-on: who cares about merit when theres so much need?

So many times have I heard some permutation of Why should we have to help someone who could have done X or Y? in political arguments, which then gets the conversation bogged down in whether its reasonable to expect people to do X or Y.

Diana gets that question thrown at her time and again, but shes not deterred. Ultimately theres no way to prove or disprove that people deserve because there is no objective standard to determine merit. Instead, whats important are our beliefs.

Diana is an Amazon princess who is trying to find Ares and kill him. In the 20th century.

So some people think shes crazy.

In the end, the problems are more complex than she thought they would be, but fundamentally shes right.

Diana is more idealistic than everyone around her, has a vastly different belief system, is a strong woman in a world run by men, and holds fast to her sense of duty and justice.

And she gets to be right, dammit.

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Death cults – The Statesman

Some time back I wrote about an ageing man in Karachi who had travelled to Egypt to fight against the Israeli military during the 1967 Egypt-Israel war. After the war (which lasted just six days and saw the Israelis wiping out the Soviet-backed Egyptian forces), the man travelled to Jordan where he joined Yasir Arafats Palestine Liberation Organisation (PLO). He was soon sent to a village on the LebanonIsrael border to mount guerrilla attacks against Israeli border guards.

During the planning of one such attack, the PLO squad he was part of split when there arose a possibility that the attack might cause civilian casualties. He told me that the majority of the men in his squad were against killing civilians and refused to take part in the attack which was eventually aborted. The man returned to Pakistan and set up a tea stall on Karachis I.I. Chundrigar Road. The reason I repeat this story here is to contextualise the mutation of the idea of modern Muslim militancy and/or how drastically it has changed in the last four decades or so.

Professor of Political Science at Indiana University, James Lutz, in his 2005 book Terrorism: Origins & Evolution wrote that most European left-wing and Palestinian guerrilla groups, between the 1960s and late 1970s, largely avoided inflicting civilian casualties because they wanted the media and the people to sympathise with them.

This is not to suggest that civilian deaths were always entirely avoided; it is however true that many militant groups often suffered splits within their ranks on this issue. The most wellknown split in this context (and regarding Muslim militancy) was the one between Yasir Arafat and Abu Nidal in the PLO in 1974. Arafat had decided to abandon armed militancy and chart a more political course. Nidal on the other hand not only wanted to continue pursuing militancy but wanted to intensify it even further. He formed the violent Abu Nidal Organisation (ANO) which, by the 1980s, had become a notorious mercenary outfit for various radical Arab regimes in Libya, Iraq and Syria.

Even the anti-Soviet mujahideen in Afghanistan - the forerunners of devastating Islamist outfits such as Al-Qaeda - were conscious of receiving good press and public sympathy by avoiding civilian casualties. In spite of being heavily indoctrinated by CIA and Saudi-funded clerics in Afghanistan and Pakistan to embrace death as a religious duty, the mujahideen did not use suicide bombings, not even against Soviet forces.

The first-ever suicide bombing involving Muslim militants took place in Beirut in 1983 when a member of the Hezbollah drove a truck laden with explosives into a compound full of US military personnel. Yet, it was not until the 1990s, when so-called Islamic militants, many of who had never used violence against civilians during the Afghan insurgency, began to attack soft civilian targets in various Muslim-majority countries.

In his excellent 2004 BBC documentary, Power of Nightmares, film-maker Adam Curtis noted that those who fought in Afghanistan were made to believe (by their facilitators in the US and Saudi Arabia) that it was their religious war which downed a superpower in Kabul - many such fighters returned to their home countries and tried to overthrow the existing governments there.

Since this time they were trying to uproot Muslim regimes (and not atheist communists), Curtis suggests that they believed that they could trigger uprisings among the people against corrupt Muslim regimes by creating revolutionary chaos in the society. Thus, car bombs began to explode in public places and, as Curtis then notes, once these failed to generate the desired uprisings, suicide bombings became common when the militants became desperate.

It is also vital to note that suicide bombings, despite the fact that suicide is explicitly forbidden in Islam because it challenges Gods authority over life and death, was hardly ever condemned even by the supposedly apolitical and non-militant religious figures. This was especially true between the 1990s and the mid-2000s and largely because most Muslims were still stuck in the quagmire of the glorified narratives of divinely-charged bravado diffused by Muslim and US propagandists during the antiSoviet insurgency. For example, in Pakistan, suicide bombings were not condemned till 2014. Even as 50,000 people lost their lives to terror attacks between 2004 and 2014, many non-militant religious figures, reactionary media personalities and socalled experts were continuing to see sheer nihilist violence (in the name of faith) as reactions to state oppression, poverty, corruption, drone attacks, anything other than total nihilist madness. Nihilism.

Thats exactly what it really is. Famous French academic, author and a long-time expert on Islamic militancy, Oliver Roy, recently wrote in The Guardian (13 April, 2017) that the nihilist dimension is central to understanding the unprecedented brutality of outfits such as the Taliban, Al-Qaeda, and especially the militant Islamic state (IS) group.To them violence is not a means. It is an end in itself. Such nihilism that wants to wipe out existing social, cultural and political modes and structures of civilisation through apocalyptic violence has been used before in varied forms and in the name of varied ideologies.

Nazis in Germany did it in the name of Aryan supremacy; Mao Tse Tung in China did it in the name of permanent (communist) revolution; and the Khmer Rouge did it in Cambodia, by wiping out thousands of Cambodians and announcing communisms Year Zero.

But since Islamic nihilists are still in the shape of insurgents (and not part of any state), Roy sees them more as large apocalyptic death cults who this time just happen to be using Islam as a war cry, mainly because this gives them immediate media coverage. He writes that just as disturbed teens and confused angry youth become easy recruits for cults promising them an identity (in return for total obedience to a charismatic leader), contemporary nihilists and death cults posing as Islamic outfits attract exactly the same kind of following.

Whats more, after painstakingly going through the profiles of known young men and women who decided to join such cults and willed themselves to carry out the murder of civilians and of themselves, Roy found that only a tiny number of them were ever actually involved in any political movements before their entry into the outfit. Roy noted that most wereborn again Muslims who had suddenly become very vocal about their beliefs and then were rapidly drawn in by the many recruitment tactics of nihilist cults operating as Islamic outfits around the world.

Most telling is the fact that religious figures in Muslim countries had continued to see the nihilists as a radical expression and extension of the glories of the Afghan insurgency-only to now realise that to the nihilists they too are as much infidels as the Soviets were, or the Westerners are.

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The Pendulum is Swinging Back Toward Liberal Forward Momentum – HuffPost

2016 will forever be known as the year of the Right Wing: Erdogan ascendant, Brexit, Donald Trumps election.

2017 may come to be known as the year the pendulum swung back and liberalism regained its footing and forward momentum.

Its impossible to say and you wouldnt want to call anything too early but the signs are there across the globe.

The reason why is pretty clear: right wingers and fascists sound good when lying through their teeth on the podium but they cant govern effectively in a democratic or republic system. So, short of if they are able to dismantle those systems completely into dictatorship, which remains a credible and persistent threat we must be ever vigilant against, their incompetence becomes clear to all. AHCA anyone?

This, I think, is the secret to Le Pens shattering defeat in France. Is it possible that the United Front the other parties used against her as well as Frances general distaste for overt racism in government representatives to the world and for the Le Pen family brand, would have been enough to defeat Le Pen anyway? Certainly. However, Macrons garnering of nearly 70% of the vote was also almost certainly due to the British bungling of Brexit and, far more so, to Donald Trump.

The French took one look at that and said, no, not for us.

The French also probably took a look at Austria, where voter ambivalence came nail-bitingly close to putting a fascist in power, and at Turkey, where Erdogan used a sham vote to give himself dictatorial powers, and decided that civil participation was the right way to go. Similarly, the Dutch, in an earlier election, also firmly rejected the right wing.

In rejecting Susan Sarandon-style self-defeating liberal nihilism, they showed that majorities in most western countries are still against right-wing governments, when they are roused from their ambivalence to vote.

And, despite the folly of Brexit, Britain is still governed by the center-right Tory party and the scandal over lies leading up to the Brexit vote have dealt a death blow to the right-wing UK Independence Party. Indeed, almost none of Brexits leaders still hold elective office.

So, what does that mean for the rest of 2017?

Well, all eyes are now on the US and, to a lesser degree, India. The US is the only major western power (no disrespect to Poland and Hungary) governed by the ultra-right wing, and current polls show Trumps administration to be historically unpopular. Indeed, historically speaking, NO president has ever been within 10 points of Trumps current approval rating in their first year, let alone 100 days of their administration.

And, with the latest Quinnipiac poll showing Trump at 36% and falling, if he enters the low-mid 30s, the only presidents in US polling history (since 1952) to ever reach those polling depths were George Bush I and II, Jimmy Carter, and Harry Truman. Of course, we know the results in each of those cases: historic defeat and full transfer of power back in the next major election (1952, 1980, 1992, 2008).

So, people appear to be woke and liberalism may be ascendant. But that cannot and should not be an excuse for any sort of complacency. When backed into a corner, the right wing will be more dangerous than ever.

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