I don’t know about you, but the 2026 film awards season looked less like a celebration of cinema and more like a group therapy session for rich people who hate their audience. One miserable film after another rolled off the Hollywood assembly line, polished, promoted, praised, and instantly forgotten. The critics clapped like trained seals. The audience stayed home, searched Netflix for forty minutes, gave up, and watched an old movie from 1987. That is where we are now. Finding a watchable film has become a treasure hunt through a landfill. Netflix, Amazon Prime, Hulu, and the rest of the streaming swamp are packed with thousands of titles, yet somehow the average viewer still ends up asking the same question: “Is there anything on here that does not look like homework?” Hollywood used to understand the assignment. Entertain the audience. Make them laugh, cry, cheer, gasp, or at least stay awake. Now too many filmmakers seem convinced their sacred duty is to lecture the...

You would think that, of all people on earth, Jews would understand the brutal lesson of history: no government, no speech, no slogan, no diplomatic fantasy can replace the right of a human being to defend himself and his family. Jews have been murdered by the millions. They have been hunted, rounded up, disarmed, deported, gassed, shot, butchered, and buried while the civilized world cleared its throat and looked at its shoes. So the phrase “Never Again” was supposed to mean something. It was supposed to mean vigilance. It was supposed to mean strength. It was supposed to mean that Jewish families would never again be left helpless while murderers came through the door. Then came October 7.  Palestinian terrorists unleashed total horror on Israeli civilians, including young people who were hunted, raped, kidnapped, burned, and slaughtered. And in the middle of that nightmare, the ugly truth became impossible to ignore: Israeli politicians had helped create a population that was...

There is one very simple truth about education that we somehow manage to overlook while drowning ourselves in tuition bills, student loans, and academic nonsense dressed up like enlightenment. First, people need to read, write, speak clearly, and understand their own language. Radical stuff, I know. That should be accomplished during the first twelve years of school, assuming the system is doing something besides producing graduates who need spellcheck to order lunch. After that, education should serve two basic purposes: helping people compete in the job market and helping them earn a living. That is not complicated. Education should put skills in the brain and money in the pocket. Everything else should at least have the decency to admit it is a hobby with a campus bookstore. Real education means useful training. Science. Engineering. Computers. Medicine. Law. Government. Business. Skilled trades. These are the fields that keep civilization from collapsing into a committee mee...

  This is not an attack on Black actors. Not even close. Talented Black actors have earned great roles for decades, and nobody with a working brain should object to that. The problem is not the actors. The problem is the Hollywood executives, producers, casting departments, and political activists who use and abuse casting as a social engineering tool. They are not telling stories anymore. They are trying to reshape society through forced casting, fantasy demographics, and ideological box-checking. Characters are no longer created because they serve the plot. They are inserted because somebody in a boardroom wants applause from people who do not buy tickets. That is the fraud. Black actors deserve real characters, real villains, real heroes, real flaws, real complexity, and real drama. What they do not need is Hollywood turning them into political props to prove how morally enlightened some studio executive thinks he is. The audience can smell this nonsense from the cheap seats...

In the early days of this country, legitimate law enforcement was often scarce, weak, or simply nonexistent. In that vacuum came the so-called vigilance committees, a polite name for mobs with ropes, bad tempers, and an allergy to due process. They held kangaroo court “trials” that usually ended the same way: some poor soul swinging from a tree while the crowd congratulated itself for delivering justice. Swift. Satisfying. Primitive. The kind of justice you get when the loudest man in the mob also appoints himself judge, jury, and executioner. Today, of course, we like to pretend we are civilized. We arrest suspects. We file charges. We hold hearings. We allow lawyers to argue, judges to rule, witnesses to testify, and juries to deliberate. The process can take years. Felony cases often crawl through the courts at the speed of an arthritic mule. Appeals can last decades. That is simply too slow for the modern bloodthirsty crowd. They do not want evidence. They do not want nuance. T...

Mark Fuhrman, the disgraced LAPD detective who may have done more damage to the O.J. Simpson murder prosecution than the defense team could have dreamed of doing on its best day, has died at 74 from an advanced form of throat cancer. Apparently, he refused treatment and passed away. During the Simpson trial, Fuhrman was asked whether he had ever used the N-word when describing Black people. He denied it under oath. That was a bold move, in the same way jumping into a wood chipper is bold. A Marine Corps recruiter in Arizona had a recording that proved Fuhrman had lied. He claimed that he found the infamous bloody glove on Simpson’s property while Simpson was in Chicago. From there, speculation exploded that Fuhrman had planted the glove, conveniently manufacturing probable cause and helping drag the case into the legal swamp where it drowned. The tragic comedy is that Fuhrman could have survived the question by telling the truth. He could have said, “I am embarrassed to admit that d...