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Once upon a time, "CRT" stood for "cathode ray tube," sometimes known as "television," but also oscilloscopes, computer screens, some x-rays, and certain other technical devices designed for testing and calibration. Cathode ray tubes went the way of the Dodo bird quite some time ago, and nowadays CRT means something else: Critical Race Theory.
There is one way in which today's CRT resembles the old tech CRTs—they both depend on a vacuum. Critical Race Theory depends on the vacuum of nihilism at the end of the day, as a close look at the most academic variants show. By listener demand, Steve and Lucretia explore the origins of CRT in law schools 40 years ago, try to separate the sense (a little) from the nonsense (a lot, most of it pernicious).
We barely scratch the surface of this topic, but may return for more in future episodes. This episode also updates the latest in our series on "Who Shot Ashli Babbitt?", and we also take a brief detour to dump on ranked-choice voting, the latest Progressive bad idea that made a farce of New York City's most recent mayoral primary. Finally, we have some good laughs as the expense of the increasingly precious Atlantic monthly (a former magazine), which has become just another voice in the liberal media chorus singing the same dreary notes. And we even have a white wine recommendation for the hot days of mid-summer!
Finally, the exit music this week is The Rascals old classic "People Got To Be Free," and if you listen to the lyrics, you'll understand why it would be on the banned list today among the CRT crowd (or "CRITTERS" as we have decided to call them).
Special note to listeners: Steve is going to be overseas the next two weekends, and it not certain whether we'll be able to record a 3WHH, so we may be on hiatus for a while. Steve will be recording a number of interviews overseas for the Power Line Classic podcast format, so stay tuned.
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Who is Lucretia going to beat like a drum if Steve’s out of the country? I guess we’ll just have to suffer a 3 Whisky withdrawal for the next couple of weeks. BTW we visited Berkeley Plantation (if that word is still allowed) today where the first American whisky was made.
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1976 Auslese. Good stuff if you can find it.
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I can't believe that "Lucretia" wasn't willing to admit that Pinot Noir became her wine of choice after she saw the movie Sideways.
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I suppose I should be embarrassed to admit this, but I never saw Sideways.
It always looked like a chick flick that simply substituted guys for the obligatory pathetic female roles--and I hate chick flicks. If you're wondering, my favorite movies are, in order:
The Usual Suspects
Patton
The Whole Nine Yards
The Princess Bride
The Dirty Dozen
The Good, the Bad, and the Ugly
Casablanca
Braveheart
Dodgeball
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Sideways is actually a pretty good movie. For me, the chick flick/buddy aspect of the movie was overwhelmed by the extensive location shots of Steve Hayward's current haunt - the central California coast, and by the movie's rather deft simultaneous explication and parody of the wine tasting scene.
In what I thought was a very clever scene full of irony and heartbreak, the terminally shlubby Paul Giamatti explains - nearly complains - to perpetually attractive Virginia Madsen
Pinot Noir sales skyrocketed after the movie appeared in theaters.
Lucretia, You shouldn't be embarrassed for never seeing Sideways, you should be embarrassed that The Incredibles! isn't near the top of your list of favorites.
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