Mark Judge

Is “Listen, Whitey! The Sights and Sounds of Black Power 1965-1975” the coolest book ever published? (more)

The reporters and editors at The Washington Post don’t care about millions of dead babies. But they sure get worked up about a single dead cat. (more)

When the insufferable and dimwitted Juan Williams attempted to use the race card against Newt Gingrich during Monday night’s South Carolina Republican debate, Newt microwaved him. Gingrich said that there was nothing racially insensitive about wanting poor blacks to get jobs when they are young. It became an instantly iconic moment, a long-overdue pushback to mau-mauing liberals whose sharpest weapon is white guilt. (more)

What did Barack Obama do in college? (more)

Dan Savage, the gay sex-ed columnist, has become famous for creating a neologism based on the name of Rick Santorum. Here's Savage’s definition of “santorum”: “The frothy mix of lube and fecal matter that is sometimes the byproduct of anal sex.” For the past few years, the definition of "santorum" has popped up when people have googled former Senator Rick Santorum's name. When Santorum almost won the Iowa primary, Savage’s “Google bomb” got a second life. (more)

In 2008 David Koch, the well-known philanthropist and boogeyman on the left, donated $100 million to the New York City Opera. When I read that, I thought of an old friend of mine, Michael Rust. I worked with Michael at Insight magazine in the late 1990s. He died in 2002 at age 41. Michael was a brilliant and very funny man, and he and I once created, at least in our heads, an opera based on the rise of the conservative movement in the 20th century. We imagined the scenes showing the slow climb of the right (and yes, we saw the silly humor in the idea), culminating in a grand scene of William F. Buckley standing on top of a model of the National Review building in New York and driving all the anti-Semites and wackos out of the movement. The melodrama would be worthy of the melodrama of “Medea.” Then would come Reagan, played by Pavarotti. (more)

Which upcoming Abraham Lincoln movie will be more inaccurate: the one that depicts the 16th president as a vampire hunter, or Steven Spielberg’s liberal claptrap? It’s hard to say. Spielberg just started shooting in October, and the film won’t be released until next Christmas. But the screenwriter is Tony Kushner, which means you’d do well to stay away. “Abraham Lincoln: Vampire Hunter” will most likely have more truth in it. (more)

Whenever I see liberals gloating over the chaos that is the Republican primary, I think of the Battle of Lepanto. It’s a good reminder that it’s better to be a member of a quarreling, splintered beehive of free people than a member of the mindless Borg ship that is liberalism. (more)

To truly understand the depthless awfulness of the just-posted “interview” that Slate’s Jacob Weisberg conducted with Rachel Maddow, one needs to turn to religion. Simply saying that Weisberg interviewing Maddow is like Tiger Beat interviewing Justin Bieber is just not enough anymore. It misses the bigger picture. (more)

This year, Brad Pitt announced that within three years he will retire from making movies. If he has the guts to actually do it, Pitt should become a national hero --- Saint Brad of the Dignified Exit. Either due to personal ego, or the fact that medicine is letting people live as long as Old Testament patriarchs, or both, people just aren’t taking their bows when they should. I say better to go out like Leonidas in “300,” felled gloriously by a cloud of arrows in battle, than be Larry King, who now drools more than the kids he keeps having. As 2011 draws to a close, it’s time to cull the field. Here are 10 people who need to retire posthaste. (more)

I’m having a Spike Lee moment. (more)

Could Christopher Hitchens become a Christian? (more)

Whenever I have nightmares about the documentary I am attempting to make about Whittaker Chambers, one thought keeps me going. (more)

It’s time for a movie about Whittaker Chambers. (more)

To read Matt Taibbi, a popular and well-paid journalist for Rolling Stone magazine, is to witness the extreme cowardice and creative bankruptcy of the modern media. Taibbi is a Hunter S. Thompson wannabe, but a comparison between the two reveals no small differences. It in fact reveals a chasm, a massive gorge that indicates how propagandistic and predictable the press has become since Thompson’s heyday in the 1970s. (more)

“Nothing drives this blog quite as crazy as media organizations that don't answer questions about their own journalism.” (more)

“Lucking Out: My Life Getting Down and Semi-Dirty in Seventies New York,” the new memoir by James Wolcott, is the best book I’ve read this year --- perhaps the best book I’ve read in several years. Wolcott, a columnist for Vanity Fair, is a liberal who has a serious and hypocritical blind spot about politics and journalism. But before getting to that, I want to praise this penetrating, poetic and quite fantastic book. It will probably wind up on many college reading lists, and deserves to. (more)

At 9:42 on Halloween night, I sent myself an email. It read: “Halloween shooting.” I had just walked a few blocks from Wisconsin and M Streets in the heart of Washington, D.C.’s Georgetown neighborhood. I knew it was only a matter of time before someone got shot, most likely a black teenager. It was so obvious what was going to happen that I wanted to just email myself a note. There was simply no way, after what I had just seen, that someone was not going to get killed; I think I wanted to predict it just out of sheer frustration. We all know what the problem is. But we just don’t have the guts to speak honestly about the issue of unsupervised black teenagers from broken homes and the havoc they can cause --- to themselves and others. (more)

It’s time for another Maureen Dowd column. This time, I think I’ll write it for her. (more)

I really began to understand America’s crisis of fatherhood, and manhood more generally, in April 2007, when I made a YouTube video called “How to Shave.” Shortly after uploading the video, I began to get comments from boys who did not have fathers. The comments were all a variation on the same theme --- “I don’t have a father, so thanks for this video!” One kid called me his “YouTube dad.” If I had only gotten a few of these comments I would have attributed them to the fact that there always are and have always been kids who don’t have fathers. But I was getting a lot of them, consistently --- too many to dismiss. (more)