It’s hard to fathom that it has been almost half a century since we lost Elvis Presley. Another year, another sad anniversary.
Elvis was both the funniest person and the most serious person I ever knew. One minute, he could have me laughing with some silly joke, and the next, he would be on the phone late at night, talking about a terrible story he had seen on the news.
Elvis was extremely sensitive. He had the biggest heart. He felt everything. Beneath the fame was a man who was deeply affected by the world around him and by the people he loved. That tender, caring side of him is something I will never forget.
This is my favorite photo of us because it captures the joy and affection we shared. We had so much fun making Speedway! Elvis had a tandem bike made, and we would ride it around the studio lot, much to the chagrin of the studio heads, occasionally even popping up on a studio tour. We were like The Katzenjammer Kids!
I love and miss you, EP. You are always on my mind and forever in my heart.
This is absolutely wonderful…. Graciousness is one of my personal favorite character traits and Carl Weathers seems to have had it flowing through his veins.
9 years ago today, Sen. McCain returned to the Senate floor after receiving his cancer diagnosis to deliver a speech urging his colleagues to look beyond party lines, trust one another, and pursue service over self for the American people.
Happy #NationalDayOfTheCowboy! 🤠
Ike grew up in the "old cowtown" of Abilene, Kansas. He spent his youth hearing stories of the Wild West and legendary figures like Marshal Wild Bill Hickok. Ike’s connection to the frontier and his love for Western literature ran deep 🐎🐮📖
This morning, Judge Howard C. Kaufold died.
I was only in front of him for a couple of cases, but I want to talk about why he was one of the best judges I've ever appeared before.
First off, he took his job unbelievably seriously.
I think about this a lot.
This began as an anti-woke account. I had watched parts of the lefty world get wackier from 2014 to 2020, and then explode after the George Floyd murder. Then I joined Twitter in 2020 (and paid for @TheBARPod and @mattyglesias's Slow Boring, etc., etc.) because I was desperate to talk to people who didn't think all cops were evil or that white supremacy defined America or that JK Rowling was a monster.
And it wasn't just mean words. Real stuff happened. Top editors were fired from major papers. Professors were forced to issue groveling apologies after non-crimes. And DEI departments popped everywhere to enforce ill-defined social justice codes. I felt a chill in my classroom. It was a moral panic with nasty fallout.
But like all moral panics, this one ended, partly because brave people pushed back (shoutout to @thomaschattwill and the Harper's Letter), partly because regular people just got tired of hearing the shrill screams. And maybe even partly because some of the participants (the less fanatic ones) began to feel they'd gone too far (or they might be the next victims of the mob).
So, what to do now?
It seems bad to always live in that anti-social justice mindset, seeing woke under every bed and in every Hollywood blockbuster. You don't want to become one of those Japanese soldiers, hidden in the jungle, carrying on a war years after it's ended. (Hiroo Onodo only surrendered in 1974, twenty-nine years after WW2 ended!)
Is it ok to just forget all the people who formed the mobs? Especially the leaders who pointed fingers and tried to ruin lives? Whether it's right or not, I think it's impossible. There are certain names I will probably never forgive. And justice seems to require not forgetting that crimes were committed (and who did them).
However, moving on, as much as one can, seems the best choice. Moving on doesn't preclude folks from writing a few dozen more books that try to capture the essence of that mad half-decade or now and then reminding the world that so-and-so wrote this awful thing back in 2019, but for our own well-being, we don't want to get stuck in the rut of resentment.