THAT’S DIFFERENT BECAUSE SHUT UP:

And of course the woman didn’t get a pass — because she’s a Republican.

JOE WON’T BE REMEMBERED, BUT TO BE FAIR, HE DOESN’T REMEMBER IT EITHER.

OUT: BELIEVE ALL WOMEN. IN:

ROGER KIMBALL: Jack Smith’s Plot Against the Republic.

Six hundred and thirty-nine thousand. Thanks to the indefatigable Chuck Grassley, we now know that that’s the number of individuals whose names Special Counsel Jack Smith hoovered up for Merrick Garland’s Department of Justice when Joe Biden occupied 1600 Pennsylvania Avenue. (“Occupied 1600 Pennsylvania Avenue,” it may almost go without saying, seems more accurate than saying “when Biden was president.”)

Senator Grassley has been terrier-like in pursuing evidence of wrongdoing by people like Jack Smith, Merrick Garland and their many confrères in the deep state, which is to say, the Democrat State. Grassley had earlier shown that nearly 5,000 GOP donor checks, mostly for piddly amounts, had been collected as “evidence” by Garland’s minions. “Evidence of what?” That’s a very good question. The answer, in brief is, “Evidence of sympathy for or making donations to Donald Trump.” Is that actionable? You betcha. At least, it was. . . .

Jack Smith and his not-so-merry band of anti-Trump zealots came within a hair’s breadth of destroying Donald Trump – and also shutting down the rights of those 639,000 individuals who donated to Trump’s campaign or ponied up for his merch. Had the Supreme Court not upheld Trump’s claim of immunity he would be in jail now. So many things had to go Trump’s way. All the important ones did. But, like the Battle of Waterloo according to the Duke of Wellington, it was “the nearest run thing you ever saw in your life.”

Indeed. Now we need to administer sufficient pain to ensure that no one wants to risk trying it again. We’re nowhere close to that.

UNIVERSITY ADMINISTRATORS HATE FRATERNITIES BECAUSE LEFTISTS HATE ALTERNATIVE POWER CENTERS:

OPEN THREAD: Ring in the weekend.

INDEED:

SAFETY: RIVIAN VS. TESLA. “Both brands represent the pinnacle of modern automotive safety, but they each have their respective pros and cons.”

WHEN YOU’RE A TAX HIKE AND YOU’VE LOST THE DENVER POST…: Denver Post editorial board endorses ‘no’ on Amendment 87. “The Denver Post’s editorial board has come out against Amendment 87, the proposed graduated income tax ballot measure. In an Oct. 11 editorial, the board argued that extracting $2.7 billion in a single year from the state’s largest businesses would ‘do more harm than good.'”

You don’t say.

STANDARDS AREN’T DISCRIMINATION:

FLORIDA MAN FRIDAY [VIP]: The (Almost) All U-Haul Edition. “It’s time for your much-needed break from the serious news, and this week, we’ll learn three times why the U-Haul is not your getaway vehicle, which has got to be at least four more times than Florida Man ever figured it out. Plus a rip-current hero, and the best place for doughnuts in Indiana.”

OH, THAT CREEPING SHARIA:

Shot:

Chaser: The glorious spectacle of Timothy Miller wearing a burka.

Crack open the warm bitter. Dust down the bunting. Put Elgar’s ‘Nimrod’ on repeat. For at last we have something to make every true English heart swell with pride. It’s the stirring sight of that 76-year-old geezer who was arrested for wearing a burka attending court yesterday in… a burka. Oh, this blessed plot!

His name is Timothy Miller. He’s from Southampton. On 12 September he was arrested at an anti-immigration protest for parading about in an entombing niqab. The cops accused him of using the Islamic veil to conceal his identity. Not so, he replied: I really am an ageing student of Allah.

He repeated this defence at Portsmouth magistrates’ court yesterday. He lifted his veil – I’m cracking up – to confirm his name, address and date of birth. He then said he is ‘studying’ Islam and he wears the burqa to gain a ‘greater understanding’ of the faith. His draping veil was flawlessly accessorised with a fetching black handbag.

Let’s not pre-judge this case. Let’s cast no doubt on his professed devotion to Islamic scholarship. I’m just here for the glorious spectacle of an old English fella in full mediaeval garb. It’s Les Dawson does Hamas. If he is taking the mick – and who are we to know? – then he’s braver than any British comic I can think of.

It feels so deliciously blasphemous, but in an entirely English way. It’s like someone put Benny Hill and Sam Harris in a blender. One might even say it’s a heroic feminist stunt – a valiant effort to draw attention to the awful effacement suffered by the women forced into these 7th-century cloaks.

The sourpusses of the Islamo-left will wail ‘Islamophobia!’. They’ll accuse him of ridiculing Islamic dress. But the burqa is ridiculous. We didn’t need a pensioner from Southampton to tell us that. It is cruel, brutish, backward, sexist and profoundly anti-social to make women drape themselves in public like this. If you’re alarmed when a white male pensioner pulls on a sackcloth but cool when a brown-skinned woman is forced to do so, you might want to have a word with yourself.

—The London Spectator, today.

JOHN PODHORETZ REVIEWS YOU CAN SEE EVERYTHING: “Two words: Holy cow.”

So this is a very brilliant bit of storytelling. Because Billy’s membership in the cult of Elizabeth helps explain implicitly just how it was this 30-year-old managed to con Rupert Murdoch (to take one example of her marks) out of $125 million. Her ingenuousness, her seeming nerdy unworldliness, making herself into a female visual analogue of Steve Jobs—all of this, all of it, was central to her con. And Billy, like Doyle Lonnegan in the greatest of all con-job movies, The Sting, is the ultimate mark, because he’s a believer in the long con—he is left innocent of the knowledge that he was taken as he cuddles his children and begins to fear unknown people for unknown reasons are tailing him everywhere.

So, too, Fielder. He never breaks character—and that’s the point, because in this movie, he is a character. In fact, he’s the lead character, not Elizabeth Holmes. Fielder and Oppenheim build to a conclusion in which we are led to believe Nathan has basically fallen in love with her. In portraying himself (surely falsely) in this fashion, Fielder is recapitulating the process by which Elizabeth Holmes acted on the weaknesses and desires of men to perpetrate one of the nerviest frauds in American history. He shows how she won people over, how she got what she needed, and how even, in her disgrace, she still has the power to seduce. What an achievement this movie is. There’s never been anything like You Can See Everything and there never will be again.

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