It’s come to this: as Hollywood has decided to prioritize extreme politics, political correctness and “diversity” over entertainment and even profits, and classic comedies like “Animal House,” “Airplane!,” “Tootsie,” “Blazing Saddles” and “The Bad New Bears” have been blacklisted, Tinsel Town puts out films like “The Menu.” That 2022 film is allegedly a comedy in which Ralph Fiennes, as a bitter master chef who hosts gourmet dinners for the elite and wealthy at a secluded island, murders his guests as “dessert” by scattering Graham crackers around, clothing them in giant marshmallow jackets, placing milk chocolate hats on their heads, and setting everything, and them, on fire. Yes, human s’mores!
It got rave reviews from critics, too.
1. Not this again… Jackson Hewitt 2023 commercial for getting tax refund advances employs yet another juvenile “we cleverly used a dirty word without really saying it” trope that treats its audience like sniggering 11-year-olds, using “What the buck?” and “Buck yeah!” It would be slightly less objectionable if the ploy was original, but it’s not.
I don’t trust companies that have such a low opinion of their market, or, in the alternative, are run by dolts who would approve such a gutter-level campaign. Nobody should. Fuck Jackson Hewitt.
2. The Baseball Hall of Fame announced the results of its voting yesterday, and ethics prevailed: steroid cheats and toxic assholes Manny Ramirez and Alex Rodriguez both failed to get the necessary votes again. Good. The only player elected was Scott Rolen, who was a quality player and terrific fielder at third base over a long National League career, but one of the least famous players ever elected to the Hall of Fame. I firmly believe that being famous, which includes being considered the best player on one’s team and one of the best in the league, should be a mandatory criteria to get into Cooperstown. Many baseball writers—you know, morons—argue that baseball is too demanding of its Hall, with less than 1% of its players being considered sufficiently “great.” It should literally become the “Hall of Very Good,” said Ryan Spilborghs, a former MLB player who has his own show on the Siruis-XM baseball channel. His sole justification? The other pro sports are more lenient. That was it. “Everybody does it.” Continue reading








There is a little more to it than that:-
– On the legal maxim of “nemo dat quod non habet”, of course the Turks couldn’t convey title. But they didn’t, they offered a quitclaim, as it were; they removed themselves from obstructing.
– As regards any original owners, there simply weren’t any left. The last remaining ones were ended by rounds of persecution of pagans, centuries earlier.
– As far as any generic claims of common heritage of western civilisation go, and those claims only go for want of better (there being no direct heirs), what better place to put the items than in a museum furthering that common heritage? Are the British somehow less heirs of that than are the Graeculi? Particularly considering how much safer the items were in that museum(those not taken have suffered horribly from war, corrosion, and what not). And, of course, the very word “museum” proclaims that furthering that common heritage.
Now, none of that conveys title to the British Museum, but adverse possession in the years since does – adverse, in that no better claimant came forward. Just as today’s Greeks feel an understandable connection to these items, as they do to the Lions of St. Mark’s, so too do today’s British – and as today’s Venetians do to the Lions of St. Mark’s. They are as intertwined with the histories of each place as of the other.
The Solomonic solution would be to sand blast the items to the condition of those not taken if any effort to transfer them were ever made. But I expect the Sir Humphreys will loudly assert ownership while underhandedly arranging a loan in name only with no means of foreclosing, just as they have with foundational documents that ought to have remained in British archives. That would satisfy none but the Sir Humphreys.
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