The New Yorker = Full of Crap
Even their movie reviews
By Ben Domenech Posted in War — Comments (5) / Email this page » / Leave a comment »
I just got back from a packed house seeing Peter Berg's The Kingdom, and I thoroughly enjoyed it. If you're going to see a movie anytime soon, I'd definitely pick it over either of the pathetic Meryl Streep vehicles.
One of the characters in the film, a female FBI forensic specialist, has attracted the ire of The New Yorker's Anthony Lane, who had this to say about her:
"As for Mayes, the biggest mystery in the film concerns the dispatching of a female agent to an Arab land...More improbable still, Mayes is a forensic specialist, whose task is to examine corpses, so one has to ask: if the F.B.I. is so smart, why did they send her to a place where, according to this movie, at any rate, she is forbidden to touch the Muslim bodies? The answer is that Berg's film is driven not by logic but by simple needling. Like his heroes, he doesn't particularly want to understand the Saudis, or get along with them, or play by their arcane rules. He just wants to get in their face."
Unfortunately for Anthony Lane, the truth is that many brave female agents are doing exactly that kind of work in exactly that part of the world. We have some nice visual evidence, in fact. Enclosed are some pictures of an FBI "major crimes" team that served in Baghdad, Iraq earlier this year, assigned to gather and process evidence at crime scenes and after carbombs. You may notice something about some of them.
Dear Anthony Lane: in the real world, girls can fight terrorists too.
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should no longer surprise. They are key components of leftist dogma.
You may not be interested in war, but war is interested in you.
Don't you realize, Mr. Domenech, that what happens in Saudi Arabia or anywhere else in the world must inevitably conform to the preconceived notions of what people on the Island of Manhattan, the Center of the Universe, consider plausible and correct? Even in a movie?
Why, Mr. Domenech, if it weren't for the Island of Manhattan and its many New Yorker-reading, genteel tastemakers and critics, the world would be set adrift and untethered, completely centerless and without fixed moorings in an uncaring and banal Universe.
You ungrateful little twit. ;)
Having said that, I do occasionally read the New Yorker because its political columns, particularly those by Hendrick Hertzberg, often serve to telegraph well in advance the internal scuttlebutt of the talk that is going on among certain Democratic Party elites.
When the New Yorker did its very flattering multipage story on John Kerry back in 2003, my internal handicapping of the Democratic nomination instantly changed, despite the fact that Howard Dean looked like he would win it running away at the time. I knew that all of the nutroots activism wasn't going to matter much once the heavyweights got in the game.
And Lo!
There are times when the New Yorker's arrogance and conceit are reliable indicators of the future direction of the Democratic Party, in other words. Keep your eyes peeled.
married to staunch democrat Ben Affleck? Also, does anyone actually read "The New Yorker"? I see it at my dentist's office, but they are always in pristine condition... unlike "People."
Only liberals are allowed to insult and denigrate women. Just ask Ted Kennedy or Bill Clinton.