Category Archives: Smorgasbord

The Brenner Brief

I’m now writing primarily at The Brenner Brief, a right-of-center news and opinion outlet. inmediasrace.com is receiving far fewer updates as a result, so please check out my writing there for the latest. Here are a few notable articles:

Is It Still Possible To Be Anonymous Online? (24 June 2013)

IRS Scandal Coordination: Jack Lew Mimics Obama Talking Points (12 June 2013)

Iron Man 3: A Bit of Conservatism, A Lot of Fun (4 June 2013)

Local Officials Take The Lead To Defend Second Amendment Rights (29 April)

The new lexicon

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Words matter. This is a maxim many will embrace or ignore selectively according to their immediate needs, but it is always accurate: word choice, inflection, syntax, spelling–all of it matters.

The American Left has a dictionary, which it shares freely among its adherents. Most liberals now have common and very specialized definitions of scores of words: choice, labor, tolerance, together, revenue. They dominate these definitions in media, through sheer saturation and repetition (and infiltration). They plan and they execute. The Right seems at a loss to keep up.

Every day, conservatives pundits and politicians get hours of airtime, over the Internet and cable news channels. The exposure is there, yet the official lexicon is not established. This is improving slowly: some soundbites do manage to coalesce from nebulous buzzwords into firmer terms: debt crisis, Obama Phones, Taxmageddon. Some are spawned from the Right and some from elsewhere. But after all the speeches, emails, flyers, and blog posts, the 2012 presidential election results say that the words the American people identified with were those of the Left. And that is disappointing, because they were, and are, entirely misleading.

Girl Meets World

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The opportunity to write a timely piece about Boy Meets World? Heck yes.

The GOP needs Tony Stark

Think of the last movie you saw that featured a major environmental catastrophe due to global warming, or the fight against those who would destroy a forest or a river.

How about one in which the cosmopolitan protagonist can’t decide whether to sleep with Vince or Vinny, and realizes wait–she can have both.

Or perhaps a sci-fi thriller featuring the perfect green energy source?

Or a TV father who openly encourages and commiserates with his son’s ubiquitous presence in the local bars, and the search for a new woman each weekend?

A few days ago I had a quick Twitter exchange with Chris Loesch, husband to Dana Loesch of The Dana Show. Chris wrote and produced the music for the recently released and quite deliciously poignant documentary Hating Breitbart. The exchange was sparked by his statement that we conservatives need to drastically improve our art.

Winning is a constant state

Tomorrow, Election Day, will realize one of two outcomes. Either Gary Johnson will lose, or Gary Johnson will not win.

(All respect to those voting their principles–we need much more of that–but in this election the stakes are too high; there’s not enough water for another tributary. Thus, I direct you here.)

Optimism is important, and so is realism. A Romney victory is very possible, if not imminent. Should Barack Obama win a second term, however, conservatives must be prepared. The energy we have brought to the fight thus far must be doubled, our minds sharpened again, and every tool available be made ready for the task of holding this president fully accountable for each of his actions and failures thus far

Decency versus Depravity

Today the Obama campaign released a web video called “Your First Time”, comparing a girl’s vote for Barack Obama to losing her virginity.

Journey to a New Land

The Obama campaign as an explorer’s ship.


We were sailing to the lowlands.  The journey had been long, almost four years, and many of my crew, including four boatswains, had already jumped overboard for despair of our situation and defense of their honor.  If they perished, they said, they wished to do so on their own terms.  Some said it was my overbearing nature, that I was a harsh, uncompromising captain.  I disagreed.

We sailed on a cutter called Stephanie.  I wish I could say she bore us true, but her masts were rickety and we had to constantly readjust for the winds.  The crew worked hard day and night to tighten axles and rods and stay the sails.  Yet we still could not keep a course.

My first mate had gone completely mad, raving about chains and merchants with strange accents.  I had the crew lock him in the brig for his own safety, and ours.  Some said they had seen him drinking from the sea; others claimed it was just his advanced age.