Every so often, we get someone who steps forward to decide our shared, national, record of events isn’t […]
The red-splattered tiles spoke for themselves — this was definitely a crime scene — one worthy of the best CSI investigators. In fact, I am sure that at first glance that anyone would have concluded that Dexter had recently paid a visit. I could see them pouring over the “blood splatters, speculating on the weapons used, the angles of entry and most of all the absence of the body.
Non-traditional casting is a political ruse that needs to end. If you haven’t heard that term before, “non-traditional casting” is a politically elevated cultural cudgel that argues you can cast any actor of any gender, Race, color or creed, in any role for any reason and the audience will be fine with it because the theatre is colorblind and Race-neutral and culturally sensitive. It’s all a bunch of hooey.
You are sitting with a female friend, enjoying a cup of tea and talking about the musical styling of Duffy and the peculiar nature of coated guitar strings and how people could come to use them over normal cutting edge strings. Your friend then tells you that she wants to tell you something very important and stands up, walks around the table, and sidles up next to you.
Yesterday, I asked you to identify the one Color of Life — and that single article made me think along many difference paths as I contemplated your answers. At first, I thought the answer was Green; but I’ve come to believe the color of life is really: Red.
I have one question and one question only for you today, and I ask that you provide a single answer with no prevarication or asides as you defend your choice: