Well, things ain't getting any better, are they?
The handlers of that miserable gaga little mouse illegitimately occupying the White House, "The Entity Known as Biden" (TEKAB), continue their assault on America. Among other crimes, they have re-instituted the bloody chaos at the southern border, letting all comers go freely into our midst, even those testing positive for the ChiCom virus. This, of course, gives the lie, yet again, to the whole "pandemic lock-down." The rest of us have to listen to that fraud Fauci and his robotic helpers babble on their Zoom conferences about not traveling, not gathering, getting ready for a "third dose," etc., but illegal aliens, AKA new Dem voters? No. They are free to cross the border and roam free. You know, Cage-Free voters . . .
It's Third World Time in America.
It's STASI time.
It's 1984 on steroids.
TEKAB as Big Brother.
We have become Airstrip One.
As for me? I have retreated.
Not quite sure how to fight the onslaught of fakery, cruelty, censorship, trillions in "aid,"and just the ceaseless torrent of damn lies pouring forth from TEKAB. How do we save what's left of our country? I don't know. I wish I could see a clear path forward, but I don't. The GOP? Hopeless.
Meanwhile, I nurse a torn meniscus, lament my weight gain from the lockdown, focus on moving things into the new house, and watch movies and TV shows from the 1970s and 1980s, which I didn't particularly like the first time around, but now find a breath of fresh air from a more innocent, promising, and happier past.
This is not a good way to live.
As long, however, as I am watching old movies, let me recommend a more recent one, as well. It's a couple of years old, stars an excellent British actor, James Norton, and is directed by the also excellent director from Poland, Agniezka Holland. She is one of the best and gutsiest directors around.
The film is Mr. Jones.
Mr. Jones is a remarkable film that takes on not just Communism but its Western apologists, especially the fake news media. It is based on the true story of the struggle by Welshman Gareth Jones to debunk the outrageous pro-Stalin reporting coming out of Moscow by everybody's favorite Pulitizer-prize winner, the father of fake news, New York Times reporter, Walter Duranty, played with a magnificent sneering perverseness by American actor Peter Sarsgaard. The film tells, in harrowing detail, of Jones's visit to Duranty in Moscow, of the truth Jones discovers about Stalin's effort to annihilate the people of Ukraine, of Jones's surreptitious visit to Ukraine, and of the consequences of telling the truth. Oh, yes, George Orwell makes an appearance, too.
As one of my sons said to me, this is the sort of film conservatives should be making.
You will come away wondering where will we find a Gareth Jones for our times--and thank you Agniezka Holland.