The Koch brothers-appointed messenger of death is working overtime to curtail their future, and the continued existence of humankind.
I’m sure his kids are too brainwashed to know what Daddy’s doing to them, but over in Portugal, a group of young people as young as eight are suing the European Union over its completely inadequate response to climate change.
I mean, really, we could spend all day lambasting the Fascist shock troops of the right, couldn’t we?
New York Observer columnist Andre Walker touted the anti-knowledge, (because it’s power, baby), anti-literacy, anti-public sector crusade of the right, tweeting an attack on librarians.
He retreated after a deluge of tweets alerted him to the “popularity” of librarians.
The Washington Post’s Elyse Samuels reports on The Angry Librarian Alex Halpern’s impassioned response to Walker’s elitist scurrility.
such as pours out of Trump and White House, Inc on an hourly–no, minute by minute basis.
No, Mr. President, it is not “commonly agreed” that you have been exonerated!
I hate it when critics use it, too–“everybody knows,” “nobody would question that–,” etc.
No question that Lee Strasberg was an exceptional director, actor, and teacher, but he was also highly manipulative and a self-promoter.
Case in point is perhaps —
In 1924 Strasberg was in the ensemble of Sidney Howard’s They Knew What They Wanted, produced by the Theatre Guild, which transposes Cyrano de Bergerac to the vineyards of Napa Valley. For the rest of his life Strasberg would compliment Pauline Lord, who starred in the play opposite Richard Bennett and Glenn Anders, for her incandescent performances.
He would do more than that: he would point to her as an example of Method acting before the fact, as if she were one of the very few actors working before he began teaching who could measure up to the standard of acting he endorsed.
But in reality, many of the techniques promoted by Strasberg had long been used by actors; the Method represents one particular codification of them.
And Strasberg’s endorsement of Lord does have the taint of self-congratulation, as if Lord was great because she was one of the few among the then-benighted acting sorority who had the vision to see the forthcoming light.
Rather teleological, I would say.
When I interviewed Anders in 1981, he agreed that Lord was as great as Strasberg or anyone else had said, but in his recollections she certainly did not try to immerse herself in the actual emotion of heroine Amy when she was onstage.
I don’t want to simplify, but didn’t Strasberg and the Method school advocate just that?
Anders recalled his first long scene with Lord in act one.
He’s young and handsome, while vineyard owner Bennett, wooing San Francisco waitress Lord via correspondence, is not. Bennett sends her farm hand Anders’s photo, not his own. She shows up at the ranch for her nuptials. In his nervousness, Bennett has crashed his car. Anders is to greet her. Lord tries to establish rapport with the man she thinks she is going to marry. She tells him her sad story of growing up.
“I would be working with Pauline, sitting up on those boxes, looking down on her, and reading the lines, and in my heart I was saying, ‘My God. . . she’s breaking my heart. . . Gee, something awful has happened.” In other words, something to Lord herself, so authentic did her emotion seem.
However, “The curtain would come down and she’d say, ‘Well, hello Glennie, how are ya? Did you have fun today?'” He was flabbergasted and told her what he’d been imagining.
“Oh, balls!” was her response.
Lord was using her technique to project an emotional reality beyond and apart from a consideration of immediate identification.
“You know, Polly, you’re a genius,” Anders told her.
leads the standard operating procedure GOP campaign to flip the script by pretending that it was Hillary colluding with the Russians.
The sideshow comes roaring back, with re-opened investigations into yes, really, Hillary Clinton.
Perhaps Jason Chaffetz will now feel free to return to office.
This is an administration and a party committed to turning the United States into a cautionary travesty.
James Wolcott asks in Vanity Fair how America can recover from Trump and mount a pre-emptive defense against the next Fascist incursion.
Jim is right–Laura Ingraham’s Nazi salute really said it all, didn’t it?
Despite the sweeping damage done to the Democratic party by the Clintons and Obama, Obama pick Tom Perez is purging Bernie Sanders and Keith Ellison supporters from the Democratic National Committee–and putting in Clintonites.
Thanks for the legacy gift, Mr. Obama.
Get ready to keep losing, Democrats!
that tax cuts for the rich at the expense of essential services for everyone else is not popular with Americans–period. In any state of the union.
Therefore there’s no reason to toe the Trump line when campaigning in states that elected Trump in 2016, which was, politically speaking, a very long and very credulous time ago.
It’s interesting that the “mainstream” “news” media still acts as though people who believed in Trump a year ago are still going to believe in him no matter what.
Tells reporters that generals must never be questioned.
Especially when they lie.
