I Can't Believe It's Not Butter!
I'm Furious That It's Not Butter!
I'd Give You Anything If You Could Please Give Me Butter!
I'm Sad Because It's Not Butter!
I've Come to Terms with the Fact That It's Not Butter.
- The stages of margarine grief
The Columbia Journalism Review and Jeff Gerth devoted 24,000 words to a piece criticizing media coverage of the Trump-Russia scandal and...totally missed the point of the scandal. Worse, they bolstered Trump's bogus, self-serving narrative. Please read (and share) my modestly-sized critique of theirs.
Okay. I’m using this review as my opportunity to talk a little about the films of Martin McDonagh, which I watched this week after seeing “The Banshees of Inisherin” last month. I liked “Banshees.” It was quiet, contemplative, a little mean at times, and quite beautiful. I thought Colin Farrell and Brendan Gleeson were marvelous, although the standout performances, in my view, were from Kerry Condon and Barry Keoghan. I thought the film worked both as a self-contained drama and as an allegory, of sorts, for conflict and especially civil conflict of the kind that forms the setting of the