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In the summer of 1937, a nation was in mourning over a national tragedy. The world’s most famed female flyer, Amelia Earhart, had disappeared amid a riveting voyage to become the first woman aviator to circumnavigate the globe. The 39-year-old Atchison, Kansas native already had quite a list of aerial accomplishments. In 1928, she became the first female pilot to cross the Atlantic Ocean. Four years later, she did the transatlantic flight solo and without a stop. Then, taking a giant leap forward, she attempted to become the first female aviator to fly around the world. Still more impressively, Earhart aimed to circumvent the earth at the latitude of the equator, i.e., the largest possible circle — and also the hottest. If Earhart’s aircraft happened to crash along the equatorial route, the heat could be a lethal threat to any possibility of survival. (READ MORE: Paris, 1944: Forcing the Hand of Fate) Earhart was widely hailed for her feats of daring. She was often referred to as the “Lady Lindy,” the female equivalent of flyer Charles Lindbergh. She was a household name in the 1930s, and she is still famous. Her story is taught in schools as that of a pioneering woman, and she has made cameo appearances in contemporary Hollywood movies. Even today, in the 2020s, little girls dress like Amelia Earhart for Halloween. What has made her memory especially notable was her utterly mysterious disappearance, which still fascinates. It occurred on July 2, 1937. That morning, Earhart took off from Lae, New Guinea (central Pacific) in her Lockheed Model 10-E Electra with her trustworthy navigator, Fred Noonan. They left the Lae Airfield at 10:00 a.m. local time (12:00 a.m. GMT). Their destination was Howland Island, a tiny sliver of land that would be easy to miss (6,500 ft. long by 1,600 ft. wide). Howland was 2,556 miles from the Lae Airfield; the trip would take an estimated 20 hours. But Earhart and Noonan never made it to Howland. Conventional wisdom says that the plane ran out of fuel and went down somewhere in the Pacific, fatally doomed by a failure to locate the tiny island. Earhart’s body was never found. The plane has never been located. Perhaps until now. Finding the Plane One man believes he has found the plane of Amelia Earhart. His name is Tim Mellon, and he reached out to The American Spectator to share what he discovered. We communicated via multiple emails and by phone and our correspondence was supplemented by important material provided in Mellon’s just-released autobiography, titled panam.captain. Mellon believes that Earhart’s plane went down near Nikumaroro, a tiny atoll once known as Gardner Island, one of the Phoenix Islands belonging to the island country of Kiribati. This is not an isolated opinion and has become an increasingly popular hypothesis in recent years, even as it has its doubters. The Wikipedia entry on Earhart dismisses the Nikumaroro-Gardner claim as one of several “conspiracy theories,” asserting: “Gardner island, one of the Phoenix Islands that is now known as Nikumaroro, has been the subject of inquiry as a possible crash-landing site but, despite numerous expeditions, no link between Earhart and the island has ever been found.” That’s a rather bold dismissal and Mellon’s research seems to (pun intended) blow it out of the water. Some 4.7 miles long by 1.6 miles wide, tiny Nikumaroro is larger than Howland, but far less hospitable; in fact, it is so inhospitable that few human beings have been able to settle there, including the British in the early 20th century, and the Allies during World War II. The temperatures are brutal and fresh water is so sparse that if Amelia Earhart’s plane had made it to the shore of the island, and she and Noonan had survived an emergency landing, they would not have survived for long, particularly if they had been badly injured in a crash. How the plane would have ended up offshore, some 1,050 feet underwater (which is the depth at which Tim Mellon believes that crucial parts of the plane rest today), is the subject of an intriguing debate. One compelling theory is that Earhart’s plane managed to land safely during low tide on the reef on the northwest corner of Nikumaroro and from there was inoperable and washed into the ocean over several days. There have been recent reports claiming that Earhart’s bones have been identified on the island. (Still others speculate that she survived and was captured and executed as a spy by the Japanese.) For now, let us focus on the dramatic report — a potential major revelation in and of itself — that the plane, heretofore never found, has at long last been discovered. That itself would be a big deal. This brings us to Tim Mellon’s story. A Lifechanging Day in March 2012 For Mellon, his journey to find Earhart’s plane began one day in March 2012 while sitting at his home office in Wyoming. His wife had brought him a copy of the Casper Star-Tribune, explaining, “I thought you might be interested in this article about Amelia Earhart.” Mellon quips in his memoirs that his wife still rues that day. Because of his own life of work in aviation —Mellon purchased Pan American Airways out of bankruptcy in 1998, among a bunch of other events linking his aerial interests to Earhart’s — Mellon was quickly seized by the newest developments in the Earhart story. The Star-Tribune article reported on a U.S. State Department news conference held by no less than Secretary of State Hillary Clinton and Transportation Secretary Ray LaHood. The two high-profile Obama administration officials were touting a proposed expedition to the South Pacific to explore the whereabouts of Earhart’s plane. They had been prompted by new findings reported by forensics expert Jeff Glickman and The International Group for Historic Aircraft Recovery (TIGHAR), a 501(c)(3) nonprofit headed by Ric Gillespie. Gillespie and TIGHAR had done over 10 expeditions to Nikumaroro since 1982 in search of Earhart. But now, Glickman’s analysis had given the group a new lead and new hope. Glickman had found an old photograph of what some believed might be part of a landing gear protruding from the surf just months after Earhart’s disappearance. Not only were Glickman and Gillespie intrigued by the new details, but so was the State Department. And so was Tim Mellon. Gillespie made plans for a major expedition, called “Niku VII.” He would launch from the University of Hawaii, sailing 1,800 miles and back. The crew would spend 10 days onsite deploying a sonar-using Autonomous Underwater Vehicle (“AUV”) and a Remotely Operated Vehicle (“ROV”) with high-definition underwater cameras operated by a Scotsman named Wolfgang Burnside. The search operation itself would be contracted to Phoenix International. The budget for the project exceeded $2 million. According to Tim Mellon, Gillespie had already raised about $600,000 from companies like Lockheed, FedEx, and The Discovery Channel, which envisioned a documentary. But Gillespie needed a lot more cash. Mellon stepped up to offer to fund half the budget from his own charitable contribution. It was a lifeline to the expedition. With that, Gillespie was ready to sail and Mellon went along with him and his crew. They launched on July 3, 2012, nearly 75 years to the day and hour that Earhart vanished. The subsequent dives and details are laid out at length by Mellon in his autobiography, specifically in the chapter “TIGHAR Hunt.” The challenging mission encountered many obstacles and seemed unsuccessful, even disappointing. At least at first. Things became much more promising once Mellon settled back home and began doing his own digging into the videos from the underwater cameras. Here, too, Mellon’s details are many, and worth reading step by step in his book to see how his explorer’s curiosity was piqued and how one clue led to another. A Breakthrough According to Mellon, a breakthrough occurred just a month after the expedition when in August 2012, John Balderston, a Lockheed Martin employee, posted an image taken from the video that appeared to him as a painted numeral “2” on what he believed might have been the wing of the plane. Balderston also thought he saw a number “0,” though by Mellon’s estimation, perhaps not properly aligned to be an exact match. Significantly, the numbers would have fit the five-digit number code on Earhart’s aircraft: NR 16020. This certainly caught Mellon’s attention, and he soon discerned what looked like more items that he could identify, such as the steel wheel, the actual cockpit and pilot’s seat, binoculars, and even the main landing gear with a collapsed tire. Mellon began collecting screenshots. Most striking, these images were gleaned from merely two minutes of video that Gillespie had posted on the TIGHAR website. Mellon asked Gillespie if there was more video. Gillespie complied by sharing a longer segment — eight minutes and 33 seconds. “This, in turn,” says Mellon, “allowed me to identify yet more aircraft components.” Unfortunately for Mellon, when he shared his thoughts, they were rejected by various dissenters, including Gillespie himself, who Mellon says, reacted with “incredulity followed not long after by outright scorn and derision.” Ultimately this led to a major rift between Mellon and Gillespie (Mellon eventually brought a lawsuit against Gillespie for fraud and negligence). Mellon asked for more footage. He says that Gillespie refused, taking “the adamant position that whatever I was posting was pure conjecture and thus making a mockery of his supposedly scientific approach to research that had given TIGHAR its initial credibility.” At that point, Mellon took an important step in terms of establishing the credibility of his claims: He hired his own team of forensics analysts to examine the video footage. “I needed to determine if new and independent eyes could see things that I could see,” explains Mellon, “whether there were ways to measure them reliably in such a way to be able to compare them with parts from actual existing Electra aircraft, and thereby come to see some conclusion about the actual probability of the Earhart Electra being where I had come to believe it was.” Among Mellon’s analysts was Dr. John D. Jarrell, Ph.D., PE. Jarrell is highly accomplished, with a multidisciplinary background and expertise in several areas, including mechanical and biomedical engineering, with appointments at Brown University’s Alpert Medical School and the Weiss Center for Orthopaedic Trauma Research at Rhode Island Hospital. He founded the firm NE Finest LLC and is president of Materials Science Associates LLC, based in East Greenwich, Rhode Island. Mellon hired Jarrell’s forensics firm. Things moved rapidly from there. Mellon said within a few short months, Jarrell’s team had reviewed enough data and accompanying graphics to (in Mellon’s words) “make a strong case in the affirmative.” That is to say, the video footage that Mellon had examined might well be debris from Amelia Earhart’s aircraft. The Evidence The personal rift between Mellon and Gillespie is unfortunate, but what is fortunate are the photos that were taken. Gillespie might disagree with Mellon’s interpretation of certain images, but one that jumps out is the number “2,” which seems to be visible on what likely is the top of the left rudder of the airplane. In the images that Mellon shared with The American Spectator, the wingtip lay with other debris at a depth of approximately 1,050 feet at the bottom of the water just off the northwestern tip of the Nikumaroro atoll. Also discernible is a Hamilton Standard decal. Mellon believes he can detect a darkened image that he thinks might be the emblem of the Hamilton Standard Propellor Company (located in Hartford, Connecticut) that was placed on the propeller blade of the left engine on Earhart’s aircraft. An image of the debris that seems to bear the Hamilton Standard Propeller decal (Credit: Timothy Mellon) compared with the Hamilton Standard decal. Of these two items in particular, Tim Mellon told us: “The ‘2’ [is] the definitive proof of the location of the Electra, to the exclusion of all other ‘theories.’ The Hamilton Standard decal [also] corroborates, only meters away from the rudder.” Mellon says that other potential findings, though interesting, “tend to cloud the picture,” especially given the sharp debate over differing interpretations. He insists, however, that the number “2” is definitive. That image is quite striking. No argument. It likewise caught our eye at The American Spectator. The number 2 does seem to be visible and appears to be shaped very similarly to the style of the 2 on Earhart’s plane. On the left-hand side, a screenshot of video footage obtained by the TIGHAR team with the number 2 faintly visible. (Credit: Timothy Mellon) On the right-hand side, an image of the tail of Amelia Earhart’s plane (public domain) The position of the number 2 is also significant. Mellon explains: “The ‘2’ is the right size, in the right place relative to the trim tab, the right distance above the bottom of the trim tab, the correct font, the correct thickness of the digit, and the right color, black.” It looks like quite the match. Mellon says of the rudder’s features: “It is hinged vertically, with a trim tab visible, and a slot wherein it rotates over the fixed portion of the horizontal stabilizer.” Two Wasp engines (Credit: Timothy Mellon and John Jarrell) If those striking images do not give pause, it is hard to imagine what would. In all, Tim Mellon has loads of photos and videos, with very specific details on each. To cite just one recent example, which he shared with us at The American Spectator, he has located a potential debris field that Gillespie specified at 4.65711667 degrees south, 174.5475333 degrees west, between 285 to 335 meters deep. That kind of precision is typical of his material and claims. Deep Dive So, what does this mean to the big picture? What does it portend for the plans to find the plane and Amelia Earhart? If Mellon’s conclusions are accurate, they would mean that Earhart’s aircraft did not exhaust its fuel supply searching for Howland Island before crashing and sinking in some undetermined location deep in the Pacific, as many have long believed. Rather, it would mean that the plane finally has been located, just off the coast of Nikumaroro. “It’s over,” Mellon says with confidence. “Forget about it.” To those searching elsewhere for the aircraft, he urges: “Don’t torture yourself anymore. Don’t waste another dime on a mission so fraught with impossibility. It’s okay to be wrong. You had your reasons. But visual evidence is compelling, and you have none.” Mellon believes that he has seen the visual evidence. To that end, Mellon credits his own “dumb” tenacity to keep searching the videos. He says of his persistence: “[I was] too dumb to give up reviewing over and over the standard and high definition videos, posting one small find at a time (this landing gear, that radio transmitter…), often the object of derision or skepticism, but never deterred from pursuing what I believed to be the ultimate truth. I take credit only for my Scottish trait of stubborn persistence.” And despite his rift with TIGHAR founder Ric Gillespie, Mellon is charitable in giving credit. He commends Gillespie for refocusing the world’s eyes upon Nikumaroro decades ago, insisting that Gillespie “deserves abundant credit for his efforts over thirty years to develop the theory that Amelia Earhart and Fred Noonan touched Earth on the reef at Nikumaroro (then named Gardner Island) instead of crashing into the ocean. The physical presence of the Electra off the Northwest coast of the island proclaims emphatically that the theory was correct.” He adds: “The notion that the crew of two perished as castaways on that remote atoll, however, remains a question for further discovery and analysis.” It does indeed. Nonetheless, if her plane has been found off that island, then we know where she ended up. Half the puzzle is finding the plane. The question of what happened to Amelia herself, and her navigator, lingers. “The remaining mysteries,” says Mellon, “are (1) what happened to Amelia and Fred, and (2) what are the implications about the possible spying mission by the FDR regime attendant thereto?” As to the latter, there has long been a theory that Earhart’s mission was one on behalf of the U.S. government against the rising, ominous threat of Imperial Japan, which at that point had ferociously moved against China and was escalating a vicious path of war throughout Asia, eventually drawing in the United States. Some believe that the Japanese may have had a role in Earhart’s capture and disappearance. Yes, it is a bracing theory, but it has proponents. Whether the U.S. government had such direct involvement or not, it might well be holding information to this day regarding her final whereabouts. A Navy ship had been dispatched to the island to find Earhart and Noonan and reportedly came up empty. Is there more to that story? To that end, Mellon offers a tantalizing recommendation: He notes that President Donald Trump had committed to releasing all data about the JFK assassination. “So shouldn’t he maybe do the same about the Earhart mission?” asks Mellon. That’s an intriguing point, especially if Trump were to be reelected in November. Donald Trump has the platform to raise the Earhart issue and get it back on the public’s radar. We shall see. There is still much more to this mystery. The post One Man’s Search for Amelia Earhart’s Airplane appeared first on The American Spectator | USA News and Politics.

As environmentalists keep pestering them with the excuse of saving the planet, marine animals are getting more and more fed up with humans, which makes stings and bites on the beaches more and more frequent. The sun is also in a pretty bad mood and, in general, even the most beautiful natural beaches are becoming hostile. Here’s a simple guide to everything horrible or deadly that can happen to you at the beach, besides the beach bar running out of cold beer. Sharks They do not have, shall we say, a good reputation, and some are in danger of extinction. The alternative would be for us swimmers to be endangered but don’t try to explain this to an environmentalist. If you meet a shark face to face, pray. You can also negotiate with it. Maybe it’s not looking for lunch, just a snack. Offer him something you don’t mind losing too much, you know, a toe or something that goes mainly unseen. If it chooses for itself, it will be worse. Trust me. Sunburn Depending on skin type, some people tan and look beautiful, and others mutate from heavenly white to crab red with no middle ground. The theory is that if you use sunscreen you shouldn’t get sunburnt, but practice shows that if you spend a few hours in the sun, you can’t avoid sunburn, you can only lessen its impact. (READ MORE from Itxu Diaz: Biden’s DNC Speech Revealed Kamala’s True Colors) The one thing that might guarantee immunity from the sun is an umbrella, but setting up and keeping it upright is an advanced beach activity that can leave you even more sunburned than the sun itself. If you like spending long hours on the sand, the only effective way not to get sunburned is to be 8 years old, but I don’t think that can be bought in drugstores. The Spiderfish It has a different name in different parts of the world, but it is essentially the same obnoxious thing: a critter that lives on the shoreline, buried in the sand. It has a dorsal fin with poisonous spines that, with the worst of intentions, pokes upwards out of the sand. Animal lovers say that it is a harmless fish that only reacts by pricking you with its poisonous spines in self-defense when you step on it. In my opinion, if the bastard didn’t bury itself in the sand, it would be easier not to step on it. (READ MORE from Itxu Díaz: Flirting With a Foreigner) If you do get stung, beware, there’s always some idiot on the beach who comes running to help you and claims that the only way to ease the pain is to pee on your foot. Believe it or not, there are millions of bathers out there who dream of finding someone else’s wounds to pee on. Send them to hell or, better yet, throw what’s left of the spiderfish at them. The Medusa In Greek mythology, Medusa is a female monster that turned all those who gazed upon her into stone. Despite being a monster, it seems that she was beautiful, just like Alexandria Ocasio-Cortez. AOC and today’s medusa share one characteristic: they sting. If you see one out at sea, don’t look it in the eye, or don’t look it anywhere, because who knows where the eyes are. The medusa bewitches you with its graceful slow-motion movement, and when it brushes you with its tentacles it can cause stinging, pain, fever, spasms, and death. All the handbooks say that if you get stung you should start by removing the jellyfish remains from your skin and then I don’t remember what else. Anyway, my advice for prevention, pay attention here, is to not get stung. The Sting Ray Like the spiderfish, the stingray is always on the sea bottom, camouflaged with the sand, and has venomous barbs that are eager to sting you. The handbooks say that the stingray’s sting is not fatal, but it does cause breathing difficulties, muscle cramps, bleeding, convulsions, and chest pain. Frankly, maybe it’s better to die. Bruises It is quite common to bang yourself on rocks at the beach. What I don’t understand is why people do it. Drowning at the Beach The sea does its own thing. I mean: the beach is not a fairground attraction, the water and currents are quite unpredictable, and in general, everything that previously seemed under control in the sea can go to hell in a few seconds. If you’re going to drown, at least try to do it on a beach where Pamela Anderson is the lifeguard, because whatever happens in the sea, if it’s serious, some lifeguards will try mouth-to-mouth resuscitation. The Electric Eel It is the only bug in the world that gives off electricity and does not need to be plugged in to recharge its battery. If you touch it, it will shock you silly and leave you in shock for half an hour — long enough for a platypus to stick its quills into you, a jellyfish to wrap itself around your face, and a shark to dismember you from the waist down. (READ MORE from Itxu Diaz: Hobbies for Boring Days Around the House) The only benefit of the eel is that it lives in freshwater, so it should not be anywhere near your beach unless it is completely drunk. In that case, it goes around giving kisses and hugs to all the bathers, putting on such an electric shock fest that, without a doubt, once it has slept it off, it will need to replace its battery with one that smells like burnt wires. The Duck-Billed Platypus Finally, the oddball. Not all beaches have platypuses, thank goodness, because seeing it face to face is a bit like realizing that the angel in charge of the assembly line that day at Creation was completely drunk. Nor do we know why Noah decided to put them on the ark if nothing good could really come out of a duck-billed, otter-footed, beaver-tailed, mammalian, egg-laying creature. The platypus is like a Windows blue screen. All in all, the important thing to remember is that it’s a pretty dumb animal, and that makes it even more dangerous: It may be the only critter on earth that’s poisonous and doesn’t know it. The post Everything That Can Hurt You on the Beach appeared first on The American Spectator | USA News and Politics.

The highly anticipated movie, Reagan, is based on Paul Kengor’s book, The Crusader: Ronald Reagan and the Fall of Communism. Kengor recorded this episode of The Weekend Spectator from the Reagan Ranch Center, after attending the movie’s red carpet premiere with his family. Starring Dennis Quaid, David Henrie, John Voight, and Penelope Ann Miller, the film embodies President Ronald Reagan’s character. It is uplifting, patriotic, and unifying — qualities that have become increasingly rare in both Hollywood and politics. (READ MORE: Looking Back at Breaking Away) Kengor takes viewers back 20 years, to the day he got the call from producer Mark Joseph about creating Reagan from his book. Throughout the creation of the film, he regularly consulted on the script and worked closely with actor Dennis Quaid, who played the former president. In addition to his experience with Quaid, Kengor explains his close relationship with Bill Clark, who became like a grandfather to him. Clark was Reagan’s closest aide and friend and is a prominent character in the film. The movie will hit theaters across the country on Aug. 30. Find a theater near you and support the film! Watch the full episode for a behind-the-scenes look at Reagan: READ Paul and Grace’s work here and here. Read More: INTERVIEW: Sam Sorbo on New Film Miracle in East Texas’s Fight Against Woke Gutting Jesus: Feminist Cabrini, Secular Saint The post <i>The Weekend Spectator</i> Ep. 8: EXCLUSIVE: Behind the Scenes of <i>Reagan</i> appeared first on The American Spectator | USA News and Politics.

Modesty is antagonized in today’s culture, often labeled as an antiquated, misogynistic concept. But thanks to the latest social media trend — “very demure” — modesty is being praised and glamorized among Millennials and Gen Z.  If it takes a fad to sophisticate Gen Z vocabulary and appropriately proper manners, class, orderly behavior, and humility in society, so be it. Young conservative personality Brett Cooper recently broke this trend down and explained its origins with transgender TikToker Jool LeBron’s commentary on how to present oneself in the workplace.  @joolieannie #fyp #demure ♬ original sound – Jools Lebron Cooper wisely pushes for Trump to make similar content but warns that he will need to “get to it before Kamala HQ decides to rebrand her as demure when she’s been ‘Brat Summer’ for the last three months.”  Trump has made strides in approaching young voters by appealing to “vibe” and working with various influencers. He recently appeared with Logan Paul on his podcast, participated in a stream with Adin Ross, and was interviewed by Theo Von and Elon Musk. This trend presents an opportunity for Trump to market himself as “very demure” to be reelected for a second term as president of the United States.  ‘kamala IS brat’ If there is one thing that the Left deserves some credit for, it’s jumping on trends and gaining endorsements from celebrities favored by younger audiences. Charli XCX’s latest album, “brat,” became this summer’s descriptive for Gen Z’ers, and Harris’s campaign quickly grabbed the term to make Kamala feel more relatable.  The artist, Charlotte Atchinson, managed to redefine the term to mean — verbatim — “that girl who is a little messy and likes to party, and like, maybe says some like dumb things sometimes, who like feels herself but then also maybe has a breakdown but parties through it.”  Leave it to Gen Z and the younger generations to make any term seem cool again, despite any negative connotation associated with a word.  kamala IS brat — Charli (@charli_xcx) July 22, 2024 Charli XCX later tweeted “kamala IS brat.” Harris’ campaign jumped at the opportunity to appeal to the young voter audience and rebranded their page to match the album’s lime-green, punky aesthetic.  Forbes also acknowledged the Left’s pursuit of popular culture at the DNC, noting how New Jersey Sen. Cory Booker wore a pin that read “NJ is ‘Brat,’” referencing Charli XCX’s album. Actress Mindy Kaling, prominently known for her role as Kelly Kapoor on The Office, introduced former House Speaker Nancy Pelosi as a woman “doing ‘Brat’ before ‘Brat’ was ‘Brat.’”  Very ‘Demure’ Up to this point, Trump’s campaign has been missing the vibe cue that might be necessary to win in 2024. Instead of embracing “brat summer,” the former president should embrace “demure” fall.  There are eloquent and sound arguments made by astute American Spectator writers — including Mark W. Hendrickson in a recent article — that Trump should be playing the cards he’s been fortunately dealt. With brats of the Democratic Party like Kamala Harris and Tim Walz, this trend’s appeal to modesty and class should not be glossed over.  In a nation that desperately needs proper and serious leadership, Americans cannot have a brat running America. It’s not classy, not very mindful, and not at all demure.  Do you see how Trump’s promises to keep men out of women’s sports? Very classy, very mindful, very demure.  Do you see how Trump will address the border crisis by enforcing immigration laws and prohibiting illegal aliens from entering our country? Very classy, very mindful, very demure.  Do you see how Trump presented himself as a man to “fight” for the American people despite being shot at? Very classy, very mindful, very demure. The post Kamala Had Brat Summer. Trump Should Embrace Demure Fall. appeared first on The American Spectator | USA News and Politics.

America has a body image issue. Ours is a great and beautiful civilization, but when we look in the mirror, we see ugliness, ungainliness, disproportion, and a history of sin spanning the ages from the founding to the modern-day. So we hang our heads in shame, self-flagellate, fast, binge, and yo-yo diet, leaving wounds, indentations, breaches, and bulges that make the distension and distortion we see in our reflections no longer merely imaginary. The root cause of the problem is that those who hold a mirror to our civilization are unreflective of the rest of us. The journalists, the celebrities, the artists, the academics, and other educators — these are a class apart: generally wealthier, more credentialed, and starkly different in their ideological convictions. (READ MORE: Anti-Democratic Skullduggery Against West, Stein From the Democratic Party) As the noted sociologist Philip Rieff has argued, adherence to moral standards is usually a demand that emanates from the middle class, not from a nation’s oft-licentious, degenerate elites. This is why there are many things we normal Americans know that they — our do-as-I-say-not-as-I-do elites — don’t: We know that immigration must be legal (6 in 10 Americans see illegal immigration as either a very serious or somewhat serious problem) and that those who have broken the law, cut in line, and come into this country illegally are certainly not entitled to the red-carpet treatment they have gotten, with free room and board in nice hotels and an array of free social services (unequivocally supported by Kamala Harris and leaving taxpayers with a $5 billion bill over just two years in New York City alone), even while the migrants themselves are either illegally employed and, when not taking jobs away from legal low-wage workers, creating a domino-effect of downward pressure on wages throughout the economy or else, in the case of a majority of those who have arrived since 2022, not employed at all and not even looking for work. We know that crime must be met with punishment (58 percent of us think our current criminal justice system is not tough enough on crime), that “criminal justice reform” is code for higher crime, that police “defunding” is sheer lunacy (only 15 percent of Americans supported defunding in 2021) and that because most crime is concentrated within a small fraction of repeat offenders, intensive policing of hot-spots and longer sentences keeping those repeat offenders off the street really do work. We know that border walls (which 53 percent of Americans support) and blue walls (even after our elites’ ideological onslaught on police, 51 percent of us have confidence in cops) keep us from harm, and save for a few bad apples of the sort that may be found in every walk of life, our cops, like our firefighters and our soldiers, are not our enemies but our brave protectors who risk life and limb to keep us safe. We know what a woman is (57 percent of us believe gender is determined at birth) and know that letting biological males masquerading as females into girls’ locker rooms (46 percent of us are against such invasions, as opposed to 37 percent in favor) or into women’s sports (69 percent believe women’s sports are only for cisgender women and men’s sports only for cisgender men), and especially combat sports, is downright dangerous, unfair and absurd. We know that speech must be free (90 percent of Americans believe unpopular opinions must be protected, but only 45 percent believe free speech is secure in America today) and don’t want Big Tech companies (75 percent don’t trust Big Tech to engage in content moderation) or government censors (which only 14 percent of us support) — with their shameful record of colluding to suppress the truth about important issues such as the Wuhan lab leak that is all-but-certain to have been the source of the Covid pandemic or the New York Post’s Hunter Biden laptop story that could have swung the narrowly decided 2020 election — calling the shots and taking it upon themselves to resolve inherently complex and oft-political questions of what is or is not okay to say. We know that education must be apolitical (58 percent believe political views have no place in education), and school is for learning reading, writing, history, math and science, not for indoctrination in gender ideology (48 percent feel there is too much focus on that topic in school, with only 23 percent supporting the opposite viewpoint) or other “culture war” subjects, like the various teachings of critical race theory (48 percent are against teaching CRT in public schools as compared to 29 percent in favor, and 45 percent are against its use to train teachers as compared to 32 percent in favor). We know that it is wrong to take race into account in making potentially life-changing decisions about college admissions (50 percent are against, only 33 percent in favor) and employee hiring and promotion (74 percent are against consideration of race in such decisions, and 24 percent are in favor). If all of these clear preferences held by substantial majorities of the American electorate were reflected in the actual policy choices our leaders made, so many of the wedge issues that seemingly divide us would be dissolved in a heartbeat. The reason that does not happen is, as I have suggested above, the fundamental mismatch between the views of ordinary people and the views of the political elites who have outsized voices in our national dialogue. Our Professors, Teachers, and Hollywood Elite Are Much More Radical Than You Are As of 2023, 33 percent of us are conservative, and 39 percent are moderate. Only 23 percent are liberal. But among journalists, 78 percent are liberal, and only 22 percent are conservative. A vanishingly small 3.4 percent of journalists are actual Republicans, while 36.4 percent are Democrats. Among college professors, 50 percent are liberal, and only 26 percent are conservative. In 2016, conservatives made up only 2 percent of political science professors, 3 percent of literature professors, 4 percent of philosophy professors, 7 percent of history professors, and 8 percent of sociology professors. More troublingly, an astonishing 17.6 percent of professors in the social sciences — the ones, in other words, who are more likely to be most influential in public life — are flat-out Marxists, with another 20.6 percent deeming themselves activists and 24 percent identifying as radicals. (READ MORE: The Spectacle Ep. 140: The Lord of the Rings is Still Relevant) Among K-12 teachers, 58 percent identify with or lean Democratic, while only 35 percent lean towards the GOP. Teacher’s colleges — the places where our teachers are molded — are some of the most radical institutions in America, with one of their most widely read texts being the wacky Brazilian Marxist Paolo Freire’s 1970 tract, Pedagogy of the Masses, which instructs would-be educators on how to prep their students to take part in a violent revolution overthrowing their ostensible oppressors. While I have come upon no surveys reflecting the political views of creative artists and celebrities, the overwhelmingly left-leaning propensities of these groups — as reflected in once-respected actor Robert De Niro’s recent public meltdown on the general subject of Donald Trump — are common knowledge, have often been observed anecdotally, and lest there be any doubt on this point, in the 2018 election cycle, “[o]f the more than $4 million in federal donations made by the top Hollywood executives and entertainers [as reflected in the ‘THR 100’ list of most powerful people in entertainment], 99.7 percent went to Democrats and Democratic-leaning political action committees or organizations.” Our Elites Are Making Old Problems Worse This political disconnect between us and our elites yields a resulting disconnect between who we really are and who we think we are, between the views we actually hold and the ones these outspoken elites impose upon us. Day in and day out, they tell us we are a nation built on sin, founded on colonialism, slavery, white supremacy, nativism, sexism, homophobia, and transphobia, and we are sent, on this basis, into a crazed frenzy of over-correction to atone for these purportedly eternal wrongs. Ironically, just as obsessing over food choices will only make an eating disorder worse, the newfound national obsession with these old pathologies being forced down our throats has only fixated us on what are largely historical bygones, arresting our civilizational development and leading to an all-around deepening of fissures along precisely these same troublesome identitarian fault-lines. Kamala Harris is the latest hissing-and-booing serpent head emerging from this seemingly unvanquishable, many-headed hydra. That she herself is a vacuous cipher with vaguely far-left instincts and who is barely capable of articulating a coherent thought is — or should be — obvious to any thinking American. We know it and they know it. Their only hope is that they — the body of the monster ravaging our land — can prop up its new figurehead for long enough that we’ll get fooled again before the hoax is exposed. To that end, just as in the case of her dementia-addled predecessor, Harris’s handlers keep her under wraps, and release her to the public only when a teleprompter is queued up and waiting (often resulting in painful repetition from one campaign stop to the next), avoid unscripted moments at all costs and defer for as long as possible in bothering to articulate a political platform with concrete policy positions because … well, a concrete political platform would either — if it is honest to her view — commit her to unpopular positions at odds with those Americans hold (as detailed above) or else — if it is dishonest — entail blatant backtracking on all her earlier commitments on issues like the Biden Administration’s open borders policy and its crackdown on free speech, her support for race reparations and her opposition to fracking. On the few issues on which her handlers have spoken, the latter approach, viz., blatantly dishonest flip-flopping, appears to be the tack they are taking, which also exposes this fundamental difference between Trump and Vance and Harris and Walz: Trump and Vance, who hold all the widely popular policy positions described above, are unafraid to voice and defend what they really believe, whereas Harris and Walz are doing media-assisted pirouettes to spin their way out of their years-long records of unhinged radicalism. We Have Some Tough Questions to Ask Ourselves Before Election Day Just like Biden before them, Harris and Walz have to campaign as moderates to swindle their way into the opportunity to govern as radicals. Just like Biden, their radicalism consists not, as they would have us think, in advancing working-class interests but in the exact opposite: enacting a radically anti-American, pro-elite, pro-corporate agenda that will result in rampant inflation driving corporate profits while creating cuts in real wages, an influx of illegal immigrants oversupplying labor and creating a similar domino-effect of downward pressure on real wages throughout the economy, billions upon billions of our tax dollars expended on needless and destructive foreign wars that the foreign policy neocons in power provoke behind the scenes, and currying favor with the elites by attempting a student loan debt giveaway for individuals (even well-off individuals earning up to $125,000 or couples earning up to $250,000) who made the voluntary choice to assume debt to go to college, even while others — primarily in the working class — may have made a more financially responsible choice to forego college or go to a less expensive school for which they did not need to take on debt. (READ MORE: Kamala Harris Is No Joe Biden. Or Is She?) Such realities are why, in lieu of tangling with Trump and Vance on specific policy commitments, Harris’s handlers and their media machine have mounted a thoroughly vacuous campaign befitting their vacuous candidate. Thus, we are told by all the organs of the elite media working in collaboration with the Manchurian candidate that she and her race-riot-promoting, trans-grooming, valor-stealing running mate embody joy in contrast to that gloomy, grumpy Trump and his sad, weird sidekick. Ironically, these elites are so out of touch with America that even their conception of joy is deranged and demented. If every single voter would just watch this cringeworthy Kamala Harris-RuPaul campaign ad, I’d wager on Trump winning in a landslide. In another instance that may have broken the peak-cringe detection meter, infantilized and projected into the role of babes in the loving, doting embrace of the federal government, we are invited to imagine Harris and Walz as our kindly “Momala” and “daddy.” Every attack on Harris for being the unaccomplished, undeserving D.E.I. candidate that she clearly is is reflexively, mindlessly branded as racism and sexism. In the meantime, the “joy” candidates’ main line of attack on their opponents is to label them “weird” — never mind the fact that calling people “weird” is unbecoming of any dignified, self-respecting political campaign and is little more than a case of childish, junior-high-school-level bullying. It is, in essence, pointing a finger at the nerdy, pimply smart kid in the front of the class and saying, “That freak isn’t one of us.”  The additional irony in this particular case is that it is Trump and Vance who are a whole lot more like us than their counterparts dummying for the elite ventriloquists pulling their strings. And so the question this election comes down to is as simple as this: Will we fall for the dummy act, or as a recent New York Post headline put it, “How dumb do they think we are?” Alas, with the polls trending in their direction at the moment, perhaps what we ought to be asking, instead, is are we really this dumb? Are we going to fall for the propaganda yet again and then spend the next four years seeing our quality of life continue to deteriorate, as our tax dollars are frittered away on free benefits for illegal immigrants or used to fund destabilizing foreign wars raging near and far. This, all while we are forced to watch biological males beat up women in a boxing ring and subjected to daily lectures by supercilious elites — lectures we have already been getting ever since Harris entered the race — for our supposed racism, sexism, homophobia, and transphobia? On Nov. 5, we will learn the answer. In the meantime, if we have any hope of salvaging what remains of America, we’d better start asking ourselves and our would-be overseers some hard, probing questions. The post The <i> Are We Really This Dumb?</i> Election appeared first on The American Spectator | USA News and Politics.

First, a note about “Ocasio.” Back in the 1930s, newspapers determined that American presidents with surnames extending beyond six letters needed to be identified by their three initials (FDR, JFK, LBJ) because seven letters could not fit across a tabloid front-page headline. (One exception was Eisenhower, whom they called “IKE” instead, because he already was known by that three-letter nickname. The other exception was Clinton because he was known as “Bill” and not “William” so WJC was confusing, and — unlike Roosevelt, Kennedy, and Johnson — his “seventh letter” was the thin “I” which could fit into the header. From the day she emerged as the “Squad” star, I have refused to denote Ocasio in my writings as “AOC.” To me, those letters stand for “Antisemite Of Color.” She is not the president of the United States, only a media-created celebrity who is famous for being famous like Paris Hilton, Nicole Richie, Tila Tequila, and anyone surnamed Kardashian. She gets no acronym from me. Other than Ike, no other of our 46 American presidents ever has had a surname extending beyond three syllables. I am a lung transplant survivor, and she does not merit six hyphenated syllables of my breath. Since “Cortez” is a bit generic, she is “Ocasio.” End of preface. (READ MORE: Anti-Democratic Skullduggery Against West, Stein From the Democratic Party) Now back to business: Back in the 1950s, Stalin had a film crew sent to America to create a movie depicting the way American blacks were persecuted and oppressed under the evils of capitalism. The film showed run-down ghetto areas, instances of poverty, blacks consigned to buying only breakfast cereal and plain bread at the grocery because they could not afford more nutritious fare. Upon the film’s release to the Soviet public, citizens — comrades — were compelled to watch the movie to see how communism was far superior to capitalism. As people left the cinema, several film viewers emerged with the same observations: “When those black people went shopping, did you see how many different brands of cornflakes they have in America?” “Did you see how those grocery shelves were stacked with bread? And so many different brands? No bread lines, even for the poorest!” “Where in the world do they get such shoes? They make such beautiful shoes in America.” I was thinking of that movie as the Democrat National Convention (DNC) played on the Chicago stage for a four-day run. The DNC aimed at putting its best feet forward with its galaxy of stars: Obama 2, Obama 1, Clinton 2, Clinton 1, Biden at his most woke (i.e., still awake after his usual bedtime), Command Sergeant Major Walz, and the first major party presidential candidate in American history never to have garnered a single vote in any presidential election, not even in a primary. For the benefit of my kinsmen, they also put three Jews on the stage in one day: a communist (Sanders), a Senate majority leader who has called on the citizens of Israel to overthrow their duly elected democratic government (Schumer), and a man who proudly told the crowd of sycophants that he goes to church with his wife on Easter and celebrates Christmas with her, and in return she cooks him a meat dinner on Passover (Emhoff). (READ MORE: Tim Walz Lied About IVF) Great way to get my vote. To get the Catholic vote, how about a prominent Democrat on the stage mocking the Pope? Or, for the black vote, maybe a guy painted in Whiteface? But, really, at the center of it all was Ocasio. Indeed, the convention was the Ocasio Occasion. There are 435 Congressional districts. The Democrats have about half of them, around 215 (depending on who is alive on any given day). They also have 51 senate seats. Of all 266 of them, whom did the Democrat party elevate to be the first night keynoter? Ocasio. It Was An Ocasio Occasion And the crowd of Biden delegates loved it. With a few manifest exceptions caught on screen by panning cameras while sitting on their hands, the Democrats of 2024 lapped her up. She is the face of today’s Democrat party. Bidens, Clintons, and Obamas are passing into their twilight. In time, for all their majesty and glory, they will be dust and will be called to task by the true King. Ocasio is the Democrats’ next generation. If the organizers of the Chicago DNC were planning to show America the glories of socialism and the evils of capitalism, the glory of their platform and the unity of their party after having virtually assassinated their own president with greater precision and skill than evinced by the dirtbag on the roof in Butler, Penn., they instead left me and half America with the questions: Did you see how many different brands of corn flakes they have in America? Did you see how those grocery shelves were stacked with so many different brands of bread? Where in the world do they get such shoes? That is, they may have impressed themselves with the show they put on, but those who objectively looked and listened carefully, drawing their own conclusions from naked emperors, saw a very different reality: The Democrat party of Andrew Jackson, James Polk, FDR, Harry Truman, and JFK now struts out Ocasio as their standard-bearing vision for the future. (READ MORE: Five Quick Things: The DNC-Free 5QT) Understand who and what Ocasio is. She is bosom buddies with Rashida Tlaib and Ilhan Omar. They share the same worldview, from defunding police and ICE to opening the borders, no-cash bail, the bankrupting Green New Deal, and killing home-derived energy. Her district’s 19.6 percent poverty rate is 1.5 times the percent of people in average Congressional districts. That is why she fought successfully to prevent Amazon from creating 25,000-40,000 good-paying jobs in her district. It would have changed her district’s electoral base to more educated voters who get their news from news outlets and who do not need a politician who holds her job by promising to deliver government charity to the poor. Her constituents are less educated. They speak languages other than English at home at more than twice the rate of other districts. Their percentage of veterans is a fraction of that of other districts. It is perfectly fine and respectable for people to have less formal education or to speak languages other than English at home. Nothing wrong with that. All four of my two paternal grandparents and two maternal grandparents spoke Yiddish at home, and none finished high school. Nor is a college education necessarily more praiseworthy than vocational skills and careers. Indeed, arguably, today’s colleges need to be replaced by vocational schools to teach young people how to build a house, not just pop up a tent ordered from Amazon. Vocational skills and careers are honorable and probably contribute more to our lives than do many with useless college degrees. The point here is that a Congressional representative representing a minor district so below the mainstream should not be adulated as the next great generational leader of America. For that, parties turn to governors and senators, speakers of the House, or committee chairs. Not a loud-mouth squirt who has absolutely no grasp of fundamental economics and world affairs, and who consorts primarily with intensive anti-Semites and repulsive people like Tlaib, Omar, the recently defeated Jamaal Bowman, and Cori Bush, all driven by wanton hate and jealousy of white people who never did an offensive thing to any of them. Further commentary on Kamala Harris can wait for another day. So can her remarkably foolish socialist agenda of government intervention in the free market. The most compelling image of this week’s DNC was Ocasio, famous for being famous, driving the clown car. Subscribe to Rav Fischer’s YouTube channel here at bit.ly/3REFTbk  and follow him on X (Twitter) at @DovFischerRabbi to find his latest informative and inspiring classes, interviews, speeches, and observations. The post The Ocasio Convention appeared first on The American Spectator | USA News and Politics.