My Take on the News of the Moment

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I'm on record about refusing to jump on the breaking news and jumping up and down with righteous indignation about it all. I know: It's a very retro position to have. So--here's what I'm thinking about our sad and sorry world.

First: Isn't the endless rollout of the Epstein scandal and the ties he had to American universities truly a diversion, a deft way of failing to acknowledge that Arab oil money has spent many billions over a 50-year period to take over and take down American education? Why not at least mention that there is far more than one toxic influencer at work here?

Second: What is this three-week non-stop coverage about Nancy Guthrie's disappearance really about? What dark and voyeuristic passion does such coverage feed? What I'm asking is this: While many thousands of non-violent Iranian protestors have been murdered on the streets and in their hospital beds; while the Taliban have legalized slavery (what can they possibly mean by this since all their women are already enslaved?); while many thousands of Ukrainians have been murdered in a four-year aggressive war launched by Czar Putin; while Israelis are being forced to permanently fight a non-stop war against barbarians (who still refuse to disarm, who are still storing their weapons in hospitals); while murderous and verbal attacks against Jews around the world continue to escalate--my God! And it's Nancy Guthrie 24/7. (Of course, may she soon be found unharmed and may the Iranian mullahcracy evaporate, etc.)

Third: Europe--which is no more--has been Islamified, and there is no turning back and yet, Europeans still continue with their Jew hatred, now cleverly disguised as anti-Zionism. Oh yeah. Take the ongoing Olympics. The entire Israeli bobsled team, first time contenders, had their uniquely fitted gear, shoes, passport, and suitcases stolen as well as their money--but there's more. As the Israeli bobsled team stormed down the slope, the Olympics’ Swiss announcer kept talking about the Israeli "genocide in Gaza," etc. (The truth is I cannot forget the 1972 Olympics in Munich and the Muslim terrorist murder of Israeli champions and, for that matter, the 1936 Olympics in Berlin as we all saw, courtesy of that Monster propagandist--Leni Riefenstahl--the film Olympia).

Fourth: Talking about the Swiss: When are they ever going to relinquish all their Nazi bank accounts, stolen from Jews during the Holocaust? They insist on the importance of protecting the privacy of their depositors just as hotly and righteously as the Free Speech fanatics in America, who go to great lengths to protect the right of hate speech but who do not fight for the rights of truth speech.

Fifth: Why, oh, why was Bad Bunny's half time performance so widely praised? What am I missing? Oh, yes. Retro me did not appreciate his grabbing his crotch, or the half-naked gyrating girls on display, or the fact that he sang completely in Spanish (no subtitles--and I love Spanish songs, Spanish singers, etc.) but what was his message? That South America exists? Who ever questioned that? That it is the better part of the United States? That immigrants from South America deserve citizenship even if they are drug lords, murderers, human traffickers? Help me out here.

Sixth: When will President Trump really understand that negotiations with radical, political Muslims and Jihadists can never, ever be trusted? I could say a lot more here but will stop for now. I welcome all your views on this particular matter.

As for my blessed diversions: Even as I work on a new book, study a little Torah, and entertain the best of guests, I usually watch films in the evening. Watched Morse for the first time and thought it was such a classy piece of work. Watched a thriller about Agatha Christie's disappearance, which was quite an unusual take on that story. Watched De-Lovely again and still loved all of Cole Porter's music. I still know all the lyrics and happily sang along. Watched Round Midnight for the African-American jazz players in the Paris that they all adored--Dale Evens was played as a broken-down drunk who could still play his tenor saxophone brilliantly. This time, he came to die in Paris. Watched Berlin Legal on MHZ, a fast-paced film about an immoral lawyer-publicist-fixer who manages, so far, to get out of each and every almost-fatal scrape she or her clients get themselves into.

But above all, I’ve watched and listened to opera clips--I forgot how great Leontyne Price was in Aida. I saw Pavarotti the divine when he was very, very young and how his voice brought tears to the presiding conductor's eyes. The peerless, flawless Montserrat Caballe could never hit a note incorrectly.